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Acceptable ways in which to greet Daddy when he comes home







You've probably been waiting all day for this!





Remember: Let Daddy have his fun! He's been working hard all day!






Very Special: Arpad Miklos (R.I.P.) & Zack Ranndall

The perfect Dad / Son Combination


















Looking Back

I remember one night, a few years ago at university, my boyfriend at the time - a cocky, well-hung, hot, country stud - came to our bedroom, we shared in Halls, a few hours after I had passed out.

He’d been drinking and was feeling fucking horny as hell.

He tore my underwear off, grabbed my hair, and shoved his raging cock into my ass.



There was nothing gentle or loving about the encounter just primal aggressive sex.

He was taking what was his, he was cunting my hole, and using me for his pleasure.



I remember as he rough fucked me he whispered the nastiest shit in my ear.

“Take my cock, you little faggot.”
“You love it when I fuck you like a dirty whore. Don't you?”
“You’re such a good fucking bitch, that cunt is always so hot for my cock.”
“You know you love it. Tell me how much you love it - You piece of shit.”



No lube on his cock.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath which made me feel really dirty.

No doubt about it! - I was being violated - used and abused! His piece of trash!



I never fully woke up, just moaned and begged him to keep r****g me.



It was almost a dream.



Then he slammed his pole hard into me and shot his hot load deep inside my ass.



“Full of my fucking babies now, whore.” He sneered, panting and his face flushed red.

I reached up, grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine.

We kissed passionately, our sweaty bodies locked together, lost in the moment.

I bust my load, holding each other like that, without even touching myself



Then he pulled out.

He just let his cock slip from my cunt and then passed out on the bed beside me.

When we woke up the next morning he made me clean his cock off and suck out another load.

That was the first time something like that happened.
But it wasn't the last!

We were together until the end of term.
When I went back to university the next autumn, he'd left and had gone to study abroad.
I never saw him again.