Message-ID: <18444eli$9901211758@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18444.txt> From: stephaniestv@hotmail.com Subject: You Are My Daddy (tg-m, hot, violent) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <74g4i6$1u5$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> You Are My Daddy _____________________________________________ any reproduction of this piece must include all identification listed below. (c) December 1998 by Stephanie Steward stephaniestv@hotmail.com http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/village/2967 For updated pictures to this piece the DEC 98 BUTTON on: http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/village/2967/ They say you are the daddy of them all. I'm just a prissy miss perfect who will have nothing to do with you. See me walking on the street and I'm a touch-me-not with perfect nails, silkient hair, and the most delicate tight dresses. I've heard about you even if I may not look at you. My girlfriends say you are the daddy of them all. They talk about your hard body, they talk about your hard-working hands, and they talk about your rough words, and your ass-kicking attitude. They whisper in fear about all the young girls you have used, abused, and kicked out of bed the moment you've had your way with them. All your women are like cigarettes to you: Once you've smoked them, just drop 'em on the concrete pavement and grind them with your big boss leather boots. I sniff away, telling them you are just a local blue-collar trash. I don't deal with trash, I tell them. I am not seen with trash. I don't even think or touch trash. My soft, lotioned hands, and milky, untouched white thighs are not meant to be in the presence of trash. I keep my hair short, blonde, and fragrant of expensive perfume. I do no work around the house and around town. My occupation is to look good in the latest fashion, work my parent's plastic from boutique to boutique, and tease cocks everywhere I go. They say I am a spoiled, over-privileged, debutante who needs to learn the value of hard-work. I sniff away, telling them they are just a crowd of blue-collar nobodies. The boyfriends I have are like token decorations, an accessory for the day. They try their damnest to please me and impress me, hoping to get lucky under the sheets. I know this and milk them to the last drop of favors, ass-kissing, and gifts, taking advantage of them like the pathetic door-holding fools that they are. But I am safe. I am protected by their distinction and upbringing. I know I can twist them around my fingers and work them to the bone and they will still come back for more, always waiting for the ultimate score and always getting none. I'm at the gym and meeting Bruce today for lunch. He is late, and it makes me mad to think that a ridiculous twit like him dares to keep me waiting. I send someone to go into the locker room at the gym to fetch him. No reply. I page Jack to reschedule our dinner to an earlier time and to come pick me up immediately, but he is no where to be found. Frustrated and thinking of storming out, I realize Bruce has the keys to the Volvo. I walk into the locker room calling out his name, not caring if it is a man's locker room. When I don't hear an answer I turn a few more locker aisles. It is noon and nobody is working out. No men in the locker room to see someone dressed like me, look out of place. My black patent 5 inch heels, black thigh-hi stockings, super short see-through nylon skirt, a tight black sweater, and a satin choker. I like to cock tease wimps like Bruce and even Jack, but decide this is probably not the best outfit to wear in a place like a locker room. Heading out of the locker room and turning a corner, I suddenly see your broad back in work-clothes taking off your filthy workman's cap and hanging it inside the locker. What the hell is a piece of garbage like you doing here? I mumbled to myself. I turn to go, but I can't move. Something is keeping me there. My feet backs up and I slide behind the locker end. I watch as you unbuckle your worn leather belt, the buckle making a clanking noise as it swings and hits the locker door. You don't hear me as you continue undressing. Your paint and dust covered flannel shirt goes off your hairy body next, revealing a sleeveless white undershirt, filthy with sweat marks on the armpit area. You pull it over your head and toss it to the bottom of the locker. You back is a broad barrel with no cut definition, just a barrel of hard-worked flesh. What a pig! I continue to look. Disgusted. Mesmerized. You stand there with half-laced workboots and a dirty pair of blue jeans. You try to unbutton your jeans but you are standing in the shadow. You turn around to face the light, and I pull back behind the locker, just in time. You free your fly and drop your pants. Your barely white briefs has a bulge with pubic hair creeping out all the way down your thighs. That must be the filthiest stinking piece of cloth on the face of this earth, I say to myself. You pull them down and a hairy, animal-like slab of meat pops out. How can anyone even go near that *thing*? That *beast.* I gasp. A little out of breath. Dizzy. You take the underwear and drop it on the bench, not even wanting to put it inside the locker. You slam the door shut and grab a clean towel and walk off. I start to follow you, moving out from behind the locker. As I walk past your locker, I stop for a moment, then start to walk again, then stop. I can't help it. I open the locker door. I run my soft hands through your rough work clothes. I can feel the power of your manhood, and the musky body odor from your sweat and work boots is voltage through my body. O god! I put one hand to my chest and gasp, charged, sexed. I click my heels in sexual agony. I lean against the locker for support. My chest heaves with flutters of heart beating. My ass cheeks tightens. My shaved pussyhole aches and fantasizes to be stretched and filled. O god! I can't take it. My perfumed and smooth boy cock snaps out of my black thong panties and I cry out softly, oh, oh, oh god oh god! I kneel down by the bench and grab your filthy piss-stained underwear and smother my face with it. My boyish cock drips and trembles as I stroke my shaved balls with the other hand. I breathe in deep and inhale the stench of your sweaty filthy cock. Oh daddy, I whisper in lust. I stroke myself. I lick your dirty briefs. I lay on my back on the bench and take each end of your underwear in each hand and pull it around my stiff perfumed boycock in a upward "u". Cradling my stiff dick tightly and gliding it against my smooth cock from one end to the next. The feeling and sensation of your dirt rubbing onto my well-kept penis drives me out of my mind. I moan for you, oh daddy! oh daddy! You are my god! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU PERVERT!" I hear your solid, oppressive voice above me. I sit up and eye you feverishly. My cock stiff and glistening with pre-cum over my nylon skirt. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!" You come over me, stand in front of me and grab both my cheeks in one powerful hand. Then you let a stinging slap across my face. I look at your dick for a moment and pull it up with one hand and glide it into my mouth. "UH-UH" You jerk it out, and slap me again. My face is red and I can see my lipstick on your shaft. I put it in my mouth again, but this time I wrap both my arms around your naked butt and lock you forward into my lips. "SO, YOU WANT TO EAT DICK HUH? FAGGOT COCKSUCKER BOY?" You pull two handful of my blonde hair and yank my face forward, shoving your dick, instantly stretching my throat outward, suffocating me with your stinking manhood. I choke I gag, I swoon with you filling my mouth. You start pumping away, not caring about cutting off my oxygen. "YEAH! FAGGOT BOY, SUCK IT GOOD!" You pump my face hard, repeatedly slamming my nose into your crotch, almost breaking it. I ball my fist weakly and pound on your chest to let me free. You draw out until the tip of your filthy cock almost leaves my lips, I breathe frantically but then you SLAM IT ALL THE WAY IN AGAIN! SMASHING MY NOSE AGAINST YOUR BODY! "YEAH! SUCK SUCK SUCK!" You scream like a mad man on a rampage. Your dick gets even harder and fuller, filling up my throat. With one hand pumping the back of my head forward, you reach with the other hand down and grab my throat just to feel it expanding as your cockmeat pushes its way in, forcing my throat outwards. "Oh yeah, that's it my queer faggot boy!" You pump and pump and pump and suddenly you pull it out, leaving me breathless, moaning for more, I stretch forward but you grab my cheeks with one hand and jerk me to my heels. You slam my back against the locker and it makes a loud clashing noise. You yank my blonde hair back, arching my neck backwards as you suck on my neck. My body thrash about but you hold me tight and still, locking my body in position as our stiff cocks rub against each other in mad mind-shattering sexual ecstasy. Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! My girlish shaven boy-cock rubbing against your hairy authoritative manhood. You grab my ass. You push my head down on the bench with your strong arm, and yank my skirt up. You rip my panties off, I gasp at your suddenness, your violence. Then you SLAM YOUR COCK INTO MY SHITHOLE AND I SCREAM I SCREAM!!!! I MOAN! I BEG!!!! BUT YOU POUND POUND INTO ME RELENTLESSLY!!! You grab my hair as a handle for your ride. I'm lost in lust blinding rapture of your jackhammer prowess. You twist me, you crumple me, you rule my world!!!!! You glide it out, THEN RAM IT ALL THE WAY IN AGAIN!!!!! "Oh HELL YEAH FAGGOT BOY, I'M GONNA GIVE IT TO YOU NOW!" You pull my head up and snap your big dick out of my ass and fist your cock, pumping gallons and gallons and gallons of cum splashing all over my face, shooting jetting into my mouth, smacking against my eyelids. I close my eyes but not in time. You shoot thick jets of cum on my forehead, across my hair. I stumble up and trip backwards against the locker. You follow me with a vengence, continually blowing your load all across my face. "TAKE THAT!!!! TAKE THAT!!! YOU SISSY BOY!" My chin is dripping. My face is all wet. My mouth is filled. I try to get up but your cum slams down on my face. I reach down to grab my pussydick then you suddenly jerk me up and in the same breath you sneer, get out, I'm done with you faggot. and shove me out the swinging door of the men's locker room. My skirt falls over my hardened dick as I stumble to regain my balance. I'm caught off- guard, suddenly being out in public and my face still soaked in cum. I'm out of breath, gasping! Not knowing where I am, shocked, disoriented, half- spinning, half climaxing. I quickly wipe off the semen from my face with the underside of my sweater sleeves, still hacking off your sperm choking my throat. "Hi!" I turn around to see Bruce, standing there with his duffel bag. "Wondered where you were, Stephanie. And here you are." I half hide my face, but realize he has no clue. "It's about time you showed your pitiful self around here." I sniff with an attitude, your sperm caught in my nostrils. As I pranced ahead in my heels with Bruce hurrying behind me, I straighten out my short skirt, which looks normal on the outside, but is absolutely soiled with your caked hardened semen inside. Outside in the sunlight, Bruce meekly gets in front of me, jumps backwards, as I continue to walk almost over him, and finally stop. "I think you have some lotion on your face, Stephanie." He raises his finger to wipe a trail of white fluid just below my right eye. "Don't touch me Bruce, or I swear!" I hiss at him. "Honey, I just want you to look your best. Is that such a crime? It's just lotion right?" Bruce apologises. I catch myself, realising that he still has no clue and I have to keep my reputation of dignity and respectability. I swallow (tasting your cum again, reminding me that I will always be nothing but dirt to you, reminding me that I am nothing to you but I am a shit that you have effortlessly stepped on and just moments ago, scraped off the bottom of your sole). To keep my dignity, I swallow and raise my finger to my face and slowly rub your cum into the pores of my soft privileged skin to show my affluent wimpy boyfriend that it is indeed lotion and nothing else. It is the most degrading moment of my life as your cum stings my soft facial skin. Reminding me. It makes me mad with spite. It makes me tremble with lust. ______________________________________________________- For updated pictures to this piece the DEC 98 BUTTON on: http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/village/2967/ -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>