Prologue
I've wanted to share some of my stories for a while but never really found the place. Some of these stories are complete fantasy, what I'd tell prospective men. I'd use them to test the water, work out their kinks and seduce them. But the majority are real life experiences and some of my darkest secrets.
To 99.9% of the people that know me, I'm a sweet, butter wouldn't melt and potentially prudish female. I get coy discussing anything sexual and have never had a relationship with girlfriends where I felt comfortable revealing my personal fetishes, kinks and extremely high sex drive. I like to keep that between me and the guy I'm fucking.
Excitement lies at the point where it starts to click for the guy that I may not actually be what they had initially believed in the bedroom. It causes a stirring in the pit of my stomach, an ache between my thighs. I need them to want me. Getting them hot, turned on and hard with just a seductive look up, through my thick lashes. Them knowing that everyone else in the room sees me as this polite, prim and proper princess but to him I am his greedy little slut that will do anything to please Daddy.
So a bit about me, I'm in my 30s now and have come to be even more confident in my body than ever before. Olive skin, dark brown eyes with thick lashes. Long straight hair that trails down my back and then to the important things....delicious big tits that have been drawing attention since I was a teen and an even more tempting ass. The perfect shelf to spank and squeeze as you see fit.
May to September is when I'm at my most horniest. Something about the sun shining, I'm happy and horny. I love a summer dress. They're perfect for cinching my waist, showing off the best curves of my ass and pushing my perfect tits on a platter for everyone to enjoy. But always to a conservative length. Preferably to the knee and a button or two accidentally popped open by my heaving breasts. Bras are discretionary. The hotter it is the more you can get away with. But you need to leave them wanting more. A summer dress is the perfect item of clothing to be fucked in, especially if you don't have a lot of time. Wet panties pulled to the side. Hard nipples peaking over the top of the dress ready to be teased and sucked. And then within a few seconds you can be back to the demure lady everyone thinks you are. Aching nipples back constrained within the dress. And hot come trickling down your clenched thighs until you have time to clean yourself up.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my daddy diaries some of my adventures on the hunt for the perfect fuck. Like a drug addict forever chasing their first high. Don't be shy to leave a comment. I want to hear what you liked most. Did I make you hard/wet? Aching to fuck? Share the stories with your partner. I want everyone to enjoy.
Handy Man Sam
I had hired Sam through Trust a Trader or a Facebook search for some garden work I needed doing. I'd bought the cottage when I was 23 and ploughed all my money into it so had nothing left to do it up, therefore had done a lot of the work myself. As I'd started earning more into my late 20s I began to outsource a lot of the work I did not enjoy. Gardening was one of them.
Sam had been super responsive, helpful and good value, so I'd stayed in touch for other jobs that I needed doing around the house. I was looking to remodel my bathroom and decided on Sam for the job.
Sam had started the work and been at my house for a few days before he broke for the weekend. Over the weekend I decided to do some laundry and emptied my wash basket to take down to the machine. I threw the pile in and noticed I had dropped a pair of underwear on the kitchen floor. As I went to pick up the powder blue sheer fronted G String with butterfly back detailing (they were a thing back then). I noticed it was pretty rigid to touch. Upon closer inspection my conclusion was they were covered in semen. I threw them in the washer and set the dial. Puzzling over my week. I remember wearing them but could not remember being fucked in them. How did my underwear get covered in spunk?
That evening I was out with a girlfriend who was telling me that the guy she was dating was obsessed with her underwear. They'd only been out for a couple of dates and she'd already received two sets of lingerie as gifts. He'd asked for some used underwear to take home with him. He had admitted the smell of her pussy was a turn on and he had a thing for used panties. She'd then learnt that he'd used the underwear she'd given him to wank off into and that was his kink. I giggled along with her stories, not admitting that it was pretty tame compared to the kinks and fetishes I had come across in my dating life. But her admission did get me thinking about my mystery come panties.
I'd decided that I had worn them on Thursday as I'd been out after work and worn my tight low rider jeans that needed a G-string. The only male who had been in my house since then was Sam. Could he be secretly coming in my underwear? I knew Sam had a thing for me, always staring maybe a little too long at my tits but this was a lot more dirty than what I would have given him credit for. Sam was traditionally good looking but I'd always found him pretty vanilla and therefore not my type.
I'd given Sam a key for while he was working on my bathroom as the majority of the time I would have left for work before he arrived and arrive home after he'd left, so it just made it easier. I was intrigued. On Monday I knew I was going to be driving by my house at about lunchtime. What would it hurt if I dropped in?
"Hi, it's just me, I just need to grab something." I shouted upstairs to Sam as I walked in the door.
"No worries." Sam shouted back down.
I walked into the kitchen to where I had left my clean laundry that was folded and ready for me to take back upstairs. I rummaged through the pile and pulled out the powder blue G-String. I hooked it onto my index finger and started my ascent up the stairs to get an update on the bathroom. Sort of.
I leaned on the doorframe and peered into the room where Sam was on his knees with his back to me fitting a floor tile.
"Starting to come together. What do you think?" Sam says turning his body to look at me in the doorway. His face starts to blush. I have one arm folded and the other pointing upward with the panties hanging from my finger. I have no doubt I have found my secret spunker.
I raise an eyebrow.
"You like these then?" I tease. The excitement of the chase building in my pussy.
"Errrrrr, well yes. They're pretty sexy." He admits with a slight shrug. A bit like who could blame me.
"Have you done it before?" I smile.
"Maybe a couple of times." He confesses but surprisingly open and looking pretty proud of himself.
"Show me." I throw him the G-String and set the challenge folding my arms together and keeping leant on the bathroom doorframe. He starts getting up, filling the small bathroom with his size. He seems confused but not at all ashamed or embarrassed. A level of arrogance that I wasn't expecting but was definitely enjoying.
