My eyes slowly open and I quickly squirm to get a better feel of my Daddy's body around and in me. His strong, 70-year-old wrinkly hairy arms are holding tight around me, my smooth, younger 39-year-old hands clutches them, making them touch my shaved-smooth, boyish chest even more. His dick is still near my ass, but had slipped a bit a way from it, so I slide my butt backwards a little to get his cock near if not into my hole once again. My Daddy was still asleep, I could hear him snoring, his breath heating the back of my neck. We had fallen asleep last night, like almost every night, this way, spooning in each other's arms. He behind me, with his arms around me, his cock in my rectum, his hairy, wrinkly chest and stomach tight against my back, his breath on my neck.

My eyes slowly open and I quickly squirm to get a better feel of my Daddy's body around and in me. His strong, 70-year-old wrinkly hairy arms are holding tight around me, my smooth, younger 39-year-old hands clutches them, making them touch my shaved-smooth, boyish chest even more. His dick is still near my ass, but had slipped a bit a way from it, so I slide my butt backwards a little to get his cock near if not into my hole once again. My Daddy was still asleep, I could hear him snoring, his breath heating the back of my neck. We had fallen asleep last night, like almost every night, this way, spooning in each other's arms. He behind me, with his arms around me, his cock in my rectum, his hairy, wrinkly chest and stomach tight against my back, his breath on my neck.

This is all fantasy. This is what i want, the relationship I'd love to have. I want a real "Daddy," well, actually I want a Sugar Daddy, one who will take care of all my needs, both sexually and financially, with me, of course, satisfying him in return. I do have a "Daddy," but he is not a Sugar Daddy and I don't live with him. So maybe if I did live with him, if he was my Sugar Daddy, this is what it would be like, this would be the typical day?

My eyes slowly open and I quickly squirm to get a better feel of my Daddy's body around and in me. His strong, 70-year-old wrinkly hairy arms are holding tight around me, my smooth, younger 39-year-old hands clutches them, making them touch my shaved-smooth, boyish chest even more. His dick is still near my ass, but had slipped a bit a way from it, so I slide my butt backwards a little to get his cock near if not into my hole once again. My Daddy was still asleep, I could hear him snoring, his breath heating the back of my neck. We had fallen asleep last night, like almost every night, this way, spooning in each other's arms. He behind me, with his arms around me, his cock in my rectum, his hairy, wrinkly chest and stomach tight against my back, his breath on my neck.
 

No matter how much I enjoyed laying this way, being the good stay-at-home bitch and I slave I am, I get up, careful not to disturb my Daddy, put on my black lace panties, the ONLY thing he allows to wear around the house, unless we have company, and I go to make him his breakfast.

First, though, I wash quickly: shaving, brushing my teeth and gurgling some mouth wash, combing my hair, spray on some cologne and deodorant. I always want to look and smell good, be attractive, for my Daddy, even fist thing in the morning.

When his breakfast is ready, I serve it to him in his bed. By this time he is already awake, sitting up in bed, a smile on his face, the covers down revealing his routine and massive morning wood. "Good morning, Chrissy," he chimes. "Morning, Daddy," I respond. "I see you got my breakfast," he said, stroking his cock, "and I got your's." He winked devilishly. I knew exactly what he wanted. I put is breakfast down on top of the end table, climb on to the bed, then grab my Daddy's dick and guide it to my mouth. Yep. Breakfast is served. Pre-cum already wet my lips as I wrapped them around the head, then licked it and the shaft and down. My hands massaged his balls the same time, and I then fingered his prostate. I swallowed his entire cock into my throat, sucking, "slurp, slurp, slurp," as I thrusted up and down, up and down, his penis going in and out, in and out of my throat. I could see his smile get even bigger, his eyes widen, and he looked in ecstasy. Inside my mouth, his huge cock throbbed, swelled, then shook as it blew his tasty man-juice, his semen, his sperm, all his DNA into it. I swallowed all I could. My once empty stomach started to feel full. Yep. I just had my breakfast. It was my Daddy's special recipe. I got up, wiping the excess cum from my lips and chin, and got off the bed. Time to bring the breakfast plate I made him over to him.

Sometimes we shower together, still kissing, groping, sucking and even fucking each other there. Then off to work he goes, while I stay home, in just my panties, and take care of the house. I do all the "housewife" stuff: the cleaning, the laundry, making dinner, etc. I am even allowed to drive one of his cars and do food shopping and other errands, just as long as I don't tell anyone about us. My Daddy is keeping me a secret. No one knows he is gay, or I am, much less I live with him time-to-time. I am his secret little plaything, and this secrecy makes our affair even more juicier and exciting. They may think I am just a roommate, I rent a room in his house, but that would be it. He considers me his best kept secret.

Sometimes he calls me from work, "Hi, Chrissy-baby, how are you?" "Good, Daddy," I'd answer. "I can't wait to get home and see you in those panties," he'd whisper, making sure none of his co-workers heard him.

Later night, my Daddy will be home so I am under orders to have his dinner ready for him. And I am to greet him, every night, at the door still in just my panties. From the dining room where I am placing his dinner plate on the table, I hear my Daddy unlock then open the front door. I quickly walk over to greet him. We embrace, kissing with our tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouths, our hands doing the same to our bodies. But he steps away. He looks upset. "I've had a really bad day," he complains. And the stress is evident on his face. I know exactly how to relieve it. "Then we need to relieve all that stress," I said. I unzip his pants, take out his cock, get on my knees and let him blow all his stress and anger into my mouth and down my throat. It calms him down every time. "Chrissy," he compliments, "you always know what to do. You always know how to satisfy me and make me happy."

After dinner, with the lights off, we usually cuddle on the couch watching TV, my head sometimes resting on his shoulder or on his strong, hairy chest. I even at times sit in his lap, his dick just poking, just teasing my butthole. Then off to bed again where we again spoon tightly all night. Yes, there are times when we will have full-out sex, taking turns being on top of each other, kissing and sucking each other's ears, necks, shoulders, chest, stomach, and finally cock and balls. There are times he would shove his dick into my rectum, and we would take turns giving anal sex to each other as we are both versatile.

In fact, some mornings instead of sucking on my Daddy's morning wood, he would relieve it inside my ass, he would give me a quick anal fucking.

One time he came home with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. "These are for you," he said. "You are so special to me." Yes, I know, it is strange to bring a guy flowers, but I do like them and I appreciate the thought and the work went into it, even if all my Daddy did was pluck them himself from off the street. Valentines Day I'd get a card and chocolates, maybe some new lace panties; pink, purple, or blue, I already have black. Or maybe a new sex toy. Of course, we'd celebrate each other's birthdays and get birthday presents for each other.

We'd go out on dates to gay bars and nightclubs where we can feel safe enough to be ourselves and show our love in public, unable to keep our hands (and our mouths) off each other. My Daddy even took me by the hand and forced me onto the dance floor with him even though I am shy and don't know how to dance. Sometimes we did go out to a straight place like a fancy restaurant, the movies, and such, when we did we did our hardest to act straight, to just seem like friends or even like father and son instead of boyfriends, so as to not give us away and accidentally out each other.

When I am "bad," my Daddy has to spank me. Usually I am lying across his lap, ass-up, my hard, wet cock poking his crotch when he does it. Sometimes I am bent over something, like a bed or table. All my spankings would almost always inevitably end in a finger-fuck and even full on anal sex. But hard, deep, painful anal sex, to teach me a lesson.

One day my Daddy brought me a "friendship" bracelet with his name on it. He asked me to always wear it and it would remind me of him, he wore a similar bracelet with my name on it. We wear each other's undies and other clothes times, and I even got his first name tattooed on my genitals, as seen in the pixies here. I feel so special, so possessed, so conquered and "owned" having my Daddy's name branded on me like cattle.
(In this photo are names of all the men I have been with.):

Last night my Daddy had a huge wonderful surprise for me: some of his co-workers, all his age (70) or older, came home with him and wanted to fuck me. Three of them...they took turns fucking my ass and stroking my cock. All bareback, with so much cum it was overflowing and spilling back out of my crack. A girl even came home once, and she rode my cock until it exploded into her. I tell ya, my Daddy is the best! He really knows how to take care of me, how to satisfy all my bisexual needs, and I know how to care for him.

Of course, as I said above, all this is just fantasy: none of it happened yet. Again, I do have a "Daddy," but I don't live with him, and while we do go on dates where he always picks up the tab, as of yet he never gave me money or let me borrow his car. Will you be my Sugar Daddy? The one I live with or do overnight visits with and satisfy sexually? And who will spoil me and give me gifts like flowers, chocolates, cards, and "friendship" bracelets?

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