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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Weed Ho  (Mf, inc)
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Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 01:10:01 -0500
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I love to smoke pot before masturbating. It intensifies the sensations 
and helps to release my inhibitions. It quiets the part of my mind 
that tells me it's wrong to have the nasty little fantasies that I 
have and helps me to lose myself in the pleasure of unbridled lust.
Lust itself is like a drug for me. I love being so hot that I would do 
almost anything for sexual pleasure--mine or someone else's. I feel 
that way right now.

I love imaging incest and gangbangs and cum and cocks.
I love watching porn and reading dirty, depraved stories. I would love 
to exchange stories, emails, chat, etc. with both men and women who 
share my interests. I love having sex with women, but I literally need 
cock.


Lately, I am really in to daddy/daughter incest stuff. I would love to 
talk to older men who want to role play and be my daddy. There's 
something so intimate, powerful, kinky and dirty about that kind of 
relationship. I love it. I'd love to talk to hot mommies and sperm 
sisters, too. I long to be dominated and made to do all kinds of nasty 
things. The idea of a whole family orgy really turns me on, as does 
being whored out by my own father to my uncles or to complete 
strangers.

I love to eat cum, both in real life and in my fantasies. I would love 
to suck my daddy's dick, get it nice and hard and help him fuck my 
mom's pussy. I'd lick her, too, getting her nice and wet and ready. 
Best of all, I'd love being made to eat daddy's cum from her pussy.

I am an adult. I am actually quite attractive (blonde, busty, slim, 
pretty) and have sex all the time, but some of my fantasies are just 
too depraved to be acted out with the sex partners I have right now.

If you're interested helping a dirty girl get her freak on, or even if 
you just want to let me know how you like my story,  plesse email me 
at blondvenus@gmail.com

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Daddy's Weed Ho

I was stoned when I came home that night. I had been out with my 
boyfriend who looked young, but was really 11 years older than me. (He 
was 25 and I was 14).  He would get me high and drive me in his pickup 
truck down darkened country roads and have me suck his dick. I loved 
doing it, especially when I was high. The pot allowed me to 
concentrate fully on giving him pleasure with my mouth. I squeezed my 
legs together and ground my little pussy against the seat, severely 
turned on by his moaning. I'd get lost in the moment that way.  He 
positioned the rearview mirror so he could watch himself fucking his 
dick into my mouth from another angle. It made me feel like such a 
whore, which got me incredibly wet. He would reach into my blouse and 
pull on my nipples, having found quite early on that pinching and 
playing with my nipples drove me wild.

After he came that first time, he would fuck me, me bouncing up and 
down in his lap on the seat of his truck, rubbing my pussy into him 
until I came. He would twist my nipples and hiss into my ear, "You 
like that, you little slut? Yeah, you like that." I loved being talked 
dirty to, especially in a demeaning, dominating way.

He dropped me off in front my parent's house. I was late getting home, 
but not too late. My mom was out of town on business. When I came in, 
there was a porno movie flickering on the TV set. My dad must have 
fallen asleep watching it because I could hear him snoring. I felt 
stunned by the scene. It made me feel a little frightened and 
panicked. Here was a side of my father that I never saw. I had no idea 
that he owned any porn. The pictures on the screen were graphic and 
nasty--real hardcore--my favorite kind. There were two women, and 4 
men who were pumping and dominating them. I felt a twinge in my pussy 
that  startled me. I couldn't deny the warm, pleasurable feeling that 
flooded my whole body, but I also felt nervous.

I heard my father begin to stir, and I let out a little gasp. He 
turned around in his chair and saw me. I was wearing a slutty little 
outfit that I knew he didn't approve of--short, tight mini-skirt and a 
tight top that really showed off my then C-cup tits. He squinted at 
me, then looked hard, for longer than seemed appropriate.
"I must have fallen asleep watching some cable channel," he said, 
clicking off the TV with the remote, both of us knowing full well they 
don't show that kind of movie on cable--not even on Cinemax.
Perhaps to deflect attention from himself, he barked "You're late!"
"I'm sorry, dad!" I said, backing away from him. His face was red with 
humiliation and anger. I could see the hard-on standing out from his 
boxers. I was transfixied by both, obviously frightened, but also 
desiring something to happen. Looking at that big dick of his made my 
pussy throb. He was so powerful. He was yelling at me, but I wasn't 
paying attention. My mind was racing. He lightly slapped my face, 
snapping me back to reality. "Did you hear a fucking word I said?!" I 
looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry daddy," I mewled submissively.
That gentle, whimpering gesture softened his anger, but his dick 
seemed to jump at me. He peered down at my cleavage, squeezed into a 
tight little top. "I'm going to bed," he said, "don't you make too 
much noise down here!"

After he had gone upstairs, I crept over to the TV set. I sat down in 
his chair that was positioned directly in front of it and turned the 
movie back on. It was a VCR tape, of course. I was really excited 
because I never got to see that kind of porn. I wasn't old enough to 
rent it.

As I watched those girls act like sex maniacs--kissing and sucking 
each other's tits, licking each other's pussies and assholes, taking 
hard cock in every hole--I felt a sexual craving more powerful than 
any I'd had before. The fact that my father had been stroking his cock 
to this same movie made me even hotter for some reason. I knew it was 
bad and dirty, but the pleasure it gave was irresistible. It gave me a 
deep secret pleasure to know that me and my dad were feeling the same 
sexual excitement over the same dirty things.

I pulled my breasts out of my blouse and began rolling and twisting my 
own nipples. I slid my right hand up my skirt and down my panties and 
began rubbing my clit.

My my head was swimming in lust and drugged ecstasy. I was moaning 
quietly, lost in the sensation when I heard a voice say, "you smell 
like pot, have you been smoking pot?"

It was my father's voice. Deep and stern. He reached down and started 
pinching both of my nipples. My heart was pounding so hard with shame 
and fear and  the incredible pleasure and excitement of it. I couldn't 
even speak. I thought for a moment, "this is insane," and tried to 
break free, but the feeling of his big rough hands on my tits and 
incredibly erotic pictures on the screen made me weak. "Oh, you hot 
little slut," he said, 'where the fuck do you think you're going?" His 
thick thumbs and forefingers were mashing my nipples roughly but 
skillfully. I felt owned and controlled. "These are MY tits, and I'll 
play with them if I want," he growled. "See, I made you, honey. I shot 
my cum in your mom 14 years ago and made you, so you belong to me."
I started fucking when I was 13, and I had always been looking for a 
man, especially an older man, who could take me in hand and force me 
to do all of the hot, depraved things that I deep-down wanted to do. I 
suddenly realized: who would be more qualified than my own dad?
I could do nothing but groan with pleasure. He laughed, "god, I've 
been waiting so long to do this to you, you little bitch."

He came around the chair, pulling his dick out of his shorts. "I'll 
bet you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" he said as he shoved 
his red, angry-looking dick in my face. I opened my mouth eagerly and 
began licking and sucking it. "You suck like a whore, Melissa." His 
thick cocked filled my mouth and throat and slid deliciously back and 
forth on my tongue as he fucked my face.
I continued to rub my clit and finger my cunt hole while he pinched my 
tits and called me dirty names. "This is my mouth to fuck, from now 
on. Do you hear me?" I looked into his eyes with my mouth full of dick 
and nodded in agreement. I luxuriated in the incredible feeling of it. 
My own father was fucking his gorgeous dick into me, owning me, using 
me like the little slut I am. The whole scene was just too much for me 
to bear. I started to come violently, moaning and sobbing with 
extraordinary pleasure. As I was thrashing in successive waves of 
orgasm, my father fucked his cock into my throat harder, gagging me. 
Seeing my orgasm must have sent him over the edge because he started 
to howl, "Oh, you fucking dirty little bitch! My little baby slut-
whore! I'm fucking coming, I'm fucking coming!" His body tensed and 
screamed with the release of hot, powerful bursts of cum that flooded 
my throat. He pulled out just in time to land a few splats on my 
slutty face as well. "Clean it up, baby," he said as he caught his 
breath. "Eat up daddy's cum."  I shoveled the cum from my face to my 
mouth with my fingers and lewdly slurped it down. He stuck his dick 
back in my mouth and I nursed it like a pacifier as the waves of my 
own orgasm died down.
"We're going to do this a lot from now on," he told me. "Maybe I'll 
supply the pot for you from now on. Whenever I get you high, you'll be 
my little sex slave. You'll do anything and everything I tell you to 
do. Anything for your father's cock and a little bit of weed." He 
looked in my eyes with complete confidence and self-satisfaction. I 
knew that I was his personal, live-in whore to use from now on, and I 
was going to love it.
I shivered with excitement. I was in heaven.

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