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Daddy cured my Nymphomania

I flit through time like a time lord, recalling those incidents that made me subjective to sex, little packets of space where my interaction defined who I am, and as you cannot go back in time, except in your head, I move forward, building and enhancing my approach to sex, trying to find that perfect time, where age and beauty, merges into a perfect fuck, so I jump ‘time’, back and forth looking for answers, from my early teens up until now, a full blown woman, bedding boys and men with an equal zealousness, it’s not their age that concerns me, it’s just their cocks, that’s where my adoration lies.

I’m just eighteen and I already know I am a nymphomaniac. Most days during semester I sl**p on the couch, in the sweltering heat, my body sweats, and I’m only wearing my panties.

I know daddy has the adult channel service, so I watch hard porn and get off on it, masturbating, where I sweat.

Once daddy came back with two friends and they walked in on me getting off. Daddy was furious, but his friends asked him to ease off, they liked what they saw, and I liked that they saw me as a woman.

‘Men can do whatever they want, they think the World is theirs’.

‘They spray their scent in every corner’. ‘I put my scent in the ground too’. We are like dogs fucking in the park, while their owners chat away, as if it was the most natural thing to do, chat, and watch the fucking.

‘How long have you had yours, Emma’?

I was just f******n on that early morning in the park, so peaceful with the Sun haven rose and flooded the sky with it’s reddish hue, ‘I got her for Christmas’, I replied, before going back down, to finish sucking his cock, on the wooden park bench.

He was just a man I had met, a fellow dog walker who showed an interest in me for what I was, a young girl wanting to be a woman, ‘My dog wants to fuck your dog’.

His words hit me where they hung heavy, between my thighs, I ached as they reverberated in my head, and I tied her to the post with the waste paper bin on it, so she could not escape his dog’s attention.

They humped as dogs do, oblivious to all around, I have always known this as the right way to do it, ‘Would you like to do that with me’, my question was innocent enough, the honestly showed in my eyes, before I knelt down in front of him, and raised my bum high for his penetration.

I man of 59 and a girl barely 14, separated by a generation, and now by the few inches that moved inside me, that was another thing I found out, I liked to fuck in the park.

I have seen and felt the pleasure touching their cocks, pleasure hurls right through them, and comes out the end, aimed at my beautiful face, with my open mouth, catching the saltiness of their semen.

I know how to fuck, how to get what I want, but my pleasure never feels thorough, even when I cum, with their part still inside, it’s like pleasure stuck to my stomach, and it swells up my throat, as I gasp for air, they hear me cumming, and feel proud they have satisfied me, knowing I will come back for more, but unbeknown to them, I only come back because I need to feel their cock, the satisfaction is still missing.

Deep down I know there is more, than just this in and out action, the completeness most women feel, where sl**p takes over and the bodies endorphin’s make you feel warm, are missing for me, being naked and saying yes every time a man wants you is not enough, there has to be more, than that simple, ‘Yes’.

‘You love walking your dog in the early mornings’, would say my mother, when I got home? I would nod my aquience to her comment, slipping my soiled underwear into the wash basket beside the washing machine, never once thinking she would open them up and check for carnal pleasures, in the form of wetness and spunk, before tossing them into the machine, perhaps recalling when as a girl herself, her own knickers were never dry, during a normal day.

Going back to that day, lying on my back on daddy’s couch, watching porn, I ached for cock action. Good cock moved and never tired, like my fingers did, rubbing my clitoris.

I needed to go out and get some, and I knew the very place, down by the building site fifteen minutes away. I got up and kicked my sweaty knickers off, the ones daddy bought me, ‘If you insist in walking around in your panties Emma, then you can wear a pair I like to see girls wearing’.

So I let daddy buy my underwear, which I model, as I parade around in, happy that he gets off seeing his adult daughter the way the men she fucks see her before putting their cocks inside her.

I pull on my short chiffon skirt, less than mid-thigh length, light airy and breezy, it shows my pert bum every time the wind catches it, and without underwear, it never gets in the way when I fuck.

I pull a similar top on, it just hangs midway down my tits, my nipples hard enough to hold the top from slipping off my curves. Young breasts like to wobble like jelly, and as they are small, the wobble is imperceptible, enough to let men know your naked under it, and a slight brush against them, will afford the offender the reward of touching a breast in its natural form.

I stride with long legs, like a filly on a catwalk, an awkward gait with exaggerated strides that only women’s hips can do, I am gyrating down the sidewalk, feeling my outer labia respond to the warm air raising between my open thighs, the contours of my thighs tightening to the thought of being felt-up where I was heading, a darkened underground cafe, where every sexual deviant hung out, waiting for willing pussy to be filled, my own, now five minutes away.

I descended the staircase down into the bowels of the old building. Already the pungency of spent semen lay on the ground under my soft sandles, as I stepped onto those pools of ejaculated joy, men were everywhere, all looking at me as I descended the stairway, the echoes of a girl being pleasured, impinging on my ears, and at the foot, there she was, naked, surrounded by six or seven, cocks in hand, waiting their turn.

I stop and watch her fucking, and in the darkness feel a strangers hand on the back of my thigh. I open my legs and let it ride up to my cunt, as I throw my arms around a stranger and kiss his mouth.

Our tongues dance in each others mouths, as the strangers cock slips from me, spent and leaking semen which runs from me and down my inner thigh, is replaced by another, and still I kiss this man, who is wanking himself off against my hairy bush, as our tongue tango, with an indifference to what our lower selves are doing.

I am being humped with a f***e that drives me deeper into the pack of men waiting their turn with the girl, who was being fucked at the foot of the stairway, now alongside me, ‘Hi’, I say, somewhat detached from the pack around us doing their thing, ‘I’m Emma’, my forename ending with an unexpected inflection, as someone found my anus and pushed hard against its yielding nature.

‘I’m Gorgie’, she gasped out, she looked distressed, ‘Your ass’, I asked as I found my comfort zone, she nodded in the affirmative, two girls, complete strangers, amongst men only interested in fucking their asses, when so much pleasure lies an inch away in front of our poopers.

It’s dark when I emerge from the sex dungeon, pulling a boy with me. I’m on a high having swallowed poppers, uppers and downers, cocks and cum, at the table where I sat, watching the girls being taken.

I am in front of him, pulling him along. He appears reluctant, and I can’t even remember where I grabbed hold of him. I am still feeling empty, and I know I want that last fuck, and as I led him by his reluctant hand to the bare brick wall ahead, I turn when we arrive, ‘Kiss me like you mean it’, I say, as my mouth opens crazily, and swallows half his face, and I lick his cheeks and eyes, plastering him with saliva, his hands groping between my semen soaked cunt and ass.

It’s only then I realise I am illuminated by a cars headlamps, and I turn and look directly into the source of illumination. I recognise the car but only in the back of my fucked-up d**gged mind.

The man behind the wheel is jacking off watching us, I say us when I know it’s me, and I lift my short hem to show him my cunt being fingered by the boy I picked up.

I can see his shoulders shake, he is wanking himself, I love voyeurs doing that, I find men who get off watching me so sexy, and I turn to the boy, now behind me, ‘You wanna fuck me for real baby’, I ask him, my throat tight, and my cunt tightens up as I stress my vaginal muscles, around his fingers.

‘We’re gonna give him a show, aren’t we’, I say as I feel around my back for his cock, and pull him into my pillowy ass cheeks.

‘Don’t you fucking cum just yet’, I warn him, ‘I won’t’ he replies, as I stare ahead into the headlights, feeling his cock open my cunt’s outer sheathing and enter, ‘Don’ you fucking cum’, I warn him again, as his glans bruises my cervix at the top of my inner pussy.

I am bent double doing my ‘doggie’, routine, ramming my ass cheeks into his groin, feeling his hairy pubes against my ass as I repeat my verbal warning, each time humping and banging harder and harder, now it just his cock, that drives me on, as my eyes close and I begin my countdown to my elusive orgasm.

‘Emma’, a voice says my name, and it repeats again and and again, with a slightly annoying repetitiveness, ‘Emma’.

Now I reply, trying to justify my humping against this red brick wall, ‘I’m cumming’, I say, but an arm goes around me and I am pulled of this boy’s cock, ‘He’s too young for you’, the voice says, ‘he’s still in school’, it continues, as the light in my eyes gets brighter, until a door opens and pushes me inside down onto the back seat.

My mind’s fucked up as he gets on top of me and starts humping me. He feels bigger than the boy, but I can’t be sure, but my cunt feels full and happy to feel something moving inside it.

‘That’s it baby, let it cum, cum for daddy’.

‘That’s it’, of course, how fucking stupid of me, and in the darkness amongst the stench of sweat and leather, I peer ahead at the man on top of me, his panting and heaving, all so familiar, ‘Daddy’, I whisper into the darkness, and he collapses onto me, as I bend my knees and lock my ankles across his back, his thrusts into me more f***eful with more meaning, ‘Daddy let me cum’, I moan into his ear, ‘Yes baby’, he replied soothingly, this was the missing link, my psychological mental block behind my nymphomania, the man I had always craved for was fucking me, and my orgasm complete.

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:30 pm

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