Online Adventures Gone Wild


Role playing wasn’t something I’d done a lot of through the years, though I had enjoyed a brief online relationship that helped me get through a boring time in my life.

She was an older woman, probably early 40s, and I was in my early 30s when we met. She wanted to play Mommy-Son roles, and though I was reticent at first, it actually got hot.

We eventually evolved to where we cammed and came very close to meeting IRL, but at the last second we decided against it. I think her husband was on to us.

So anyway, that was then and this is now.

About a month ago I got a message out of the blue from an 18-year-old college student from a town nearby.

Her profile was hot and kinky, her interests ranging from age play to non-consent play. And from what I could tell from her two or three pics, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

I immediately answered, did my best Daddy voice and tried to entice a conversation. It worked. She answered in a manner that suggested she was already in character, a damsel in distress, needing Daddy to come save her from a bad relationship, possibly requiring physical violence.

The truth was, I’d had some experience with that. My own daughter had needed me to come rescue her one night from an abusive boyfriend and a family situation that seemed unhealthy. To make a long story short, I had to beat the shit ouf of the guy and then confronted his father a couple days later on my front porch.

The deer rifle I was holding when I opened the door cut the conversation short.

I’ll artemisbet yeni giriş never forget the reaction of my daughter over the next few days and weeks. She seemed to be another person, a girl clinging to her father, almost to the extent that I felt something sexual happening.

It wasn’t something I was comfortable with, though I admit that seeing her bounce around the house half-dressed and horny for her father made my cock hard. I masturbated one night, thinking of my daughter and her friends. I’d never done that before. It was in the shower, and when I finished and dried off, my door was open.

She’d watched me.

Those old feelings washed over me when I heard from Sissy18, and it didn’t take long for me to talk her out of her panties pretending her 46-year-old father was fucking her.

We exchanged pics and made each other videos and slowly over the course of a month became infatuated with each other. But we’d seem to have come to a crossroads. We could either keep up our online relationship, pushing boundaries with our imagination or we could take the ultimate chance.

“I want to meet you,” she wrote late one night. “I want to fuck my Daddy for real.”

In the back of my mind, this sounded like a terrible idea. She was a teenager, a college student who’d probably only been with one or two guys in her life, and certainly she’d never played out her dark fantasies for real.

She seemed insatiable, a sex-addict into toys and household objects, rough sex, rape scenes and taboo artemisbet giriş scenarios darker than anything I’d ever actually experienced.

Talking and typing was one thing. Forcing myself onto an 18-year-old nymph in her sorority house, which was a scene we’d played out several times before, was another story altogether.

And yet, there I went one afternoon, driving over to State College with my heart beating and my cock throbbing and a feeling of incredible excitement.

It was about 3 p.m. when I went to ring the doorbell, but before I could the door swung open and I found myself standiing face to face with an 18-year-old blonde princess.

Sissy18 was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, barefoot and braless.

She pulled me into the house, almost running upstairs to make sure no one saw us, then quickly into a bedroom, the door closing and locking behind us. In an instant, she was on me, humping me wildly, stripping her clothes off and fumbling with my belt.

“Talk to me Daddy,” she said as my pants slid down and my cock sprang out and she took a deep breath.

I stood above her, watching her stare at my cock without touching it. Then I saw her head bow down.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before.”

It was a shocking admission coming from a girl who’d fucked her bedpost for me on cam just the week before. It wasn’t the same teenage slut who’d created a scene a month before about her being raped by a black man, making me save her then begging me to do the same artemisbet güvenilirmi to her.

I looked around her dorm room and saw the huge black dildo she’d used, saw the bedpost she’d mounted like a cowgirl, her panties in her mouth and cumming for me in a wave of raw liquid gushing. I’d made her lick the bedpost afterward, calling her names that seemed to turn her into an animal.

And now here she was, timid and pitiful, a little girl in over her head, tears running down her cheeks, her mascara streaking as she trembled inches away from my cock.

I reached my hand down under her chin and lifted it up, making her look me in the eye. I stared into her tears, thinking I would brush them away and smile sadly at her, leaving her like that in her room, walking out and never speaking to her again.

It would’ve been the right thing to do. It would’ve ended things for good.

But then I saw something else in her eyes. A twinkle. A glint of something beyond words. My God, I thought. She’s role playing.

I dropped her chin back down, slid my hand across her face into her long blonde hair. Then I grabbed a fistful and jerked her head back, making her look me in the eyes again. She was smiling now. Her mouth was open slightly and her tongue was sticking out of the corner.

“You fucking whore,” I said, seething and completely turned on. “Suck my cock. Suck your Daddy’s cock.”

I stayed there all evening, leaving her after dark, her hair in a ponytail tied with her wet panties, her pussy swollen and raw, her bed soaked in cum and sweat. I winked at her as I walked out.

“Bye, Daddy,” she said.

She had a huge smile on her face. Drool was running down her chin. She was sliding her hand up and down the wet bedpost.

“Say hey to my friends on the way out,” she said.

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