L003:  Lizzy’s story: The proposition: Though our life together will not completely start for seven weeks, when my job ends, I realize that in telling this tale, Daniel, now my daddy, is not “him” anymore, but my “you.” We leave the restaurant and go to the car, where you help me in and buckle my seatbelt, with such loving tenderness. You give me a sweet kiss on my forehead. Daniel/Daddy climb in and drives us to your hom...

The next morning waking and finding Daniel still next to me, I relaxed and enjoyed his sleeping arms holding me.  It was not long before he stirred awake.  Something had stirred before this, and I could feel his hard cock just bedded in my crotch.  Oh, to wake to such a lovely feeling there was magnificent.  When he woke, he put that staff to work in me, and we were cumming all over each other quickly – the passion that i...

How my life has changed in only a couple of months.  I’m Lizzy now, and I have a daddy who takes such good care of me.  On New Year’s Day, I never would have thought the immense changes which would happen in just three months. January 2nd I was at my executive position at the company I had held for fifteen years.  I was turning forty in a month.  5”3’, a little overweight making my stomach stick out a little, but not anyw...

    She did a twirl in front of me causing her skirt to flare up over her long brown legs, displaying her tan coloured stockings and her tight little buttocks encased in white lace panties. "You look gorgeous darling," I smiled, "But you mustn't call me daddy, people will think I'm a pervert." She laughed and came over to where I sat wearing just my bath robe. "I don't care what people think, daddy, perverts make girls do...

You are Daddy's little darlingYou are Daddy's little girlAs you stand there right before megive your hair a little twirlyou gently bite your lower lipso sweet and cherry redas you slowly walk toward meas I sit upon the bed. Your tiny skirt rides up your legsyour tight white shirt encaseyour perfect pert and pretty titsright there before my faceyou slowly pop the buttons freeand ease your blouse apartyou offer yourself up...

Gertrude McGillicuddy was one of those seldom really seen early married mothers, with teenaged children living the lives she had missed with deep regret. She was only seventeen when she had her precious Candy on the back seat of the old jalopy.It was almost in the exact same spot where her first child was conceived. Now Candy “Mac” was seventeen as well, but she had the common sense to carry her own condoms with her every...

Both my wife and I come from large families. When we are all together, there's over fifty in attendance. Even though we don't gather frequently, we are a pretty close knit family. My name is Howard, Howdy to most since I was a kid. I was given the nickname because my youthful awkwardness reminded my friends of the TV character, Howdy Doody. My given name was given me as a reminder to my very famous, mega-wealthy biologica...

Thank God it’s Friday, I thought as I walked into the house. It had been a long, trying week and all I wanted for the weekend was to relax a bit. I knew my wife, Serena, was home and I figured that, if Serena was home, so was our “little girl” Tammy. But the den was silent and empty and I strolled through the house to the master bedroom, where I hung up my suit coat and my tie. I found them in Tammy’s room. Two womanly lu...

In Part 1 of the story I explained that my name is Madison (Maddie), and that my husband, Jason, and I were twenty-four years old and had just moved to Charlotte from Minneapolis for a promotion to the home office of the bank that he worked for. I previously had a job in marketing and sales but was unable to find work right away in Charlotte. Jason enlisted me to help with getting some signatures from some of the owners i...

8.55am… Miss Darcy D’Haviland was not in a “nice” mood. She was not in a bad mood, but it was certainly not a “nice” mood. As she sped along the Oxfordshire country lane in her open top Audi, her platinum crop of short blonde hair blowing in the breeze and her aviator shades glinting gold in the early morning sun, a red mist had fallen over her, as it sometimes did. Her whole being was like a coiled spring; she was tense;...

Daddy would be home soon. I hurried to set the table and get into position by the front door. My bottom was still sore from last night, but more than that, I hated to see disappointment on Daddy's handsome face. I would much rather have a sore, red bottom than have Daddy angry with me. He'd been away on business for nearly a week, and I'd grown lax in my grooming habits. It was Daddy's preference that I be waxed bare down...

I met Greg when I was 18 and he was 29. I found older men to be irresistible and when I became of legal age I was determined to get myself one. Greg knew his way around a woman’s body and took me to new heights. I shared every secret and every desire with him. He helped me explore my sexuality all while keeping me safe. I felt secure and protected when I was with him. It was a year into our relationship when Greg asked me...