”GIVE IT TO ME BIG DADDY”

The modest bedroom you share with your husband is filled with sound of lovemaking. Not lovemaking. Fucking. It’s filled with the sound of fucking. You’re on your knees, face buried into a pillow while another one lies under your knees and pussy. It’s your husbands pillow. You love making sure my sloppy seconds drip on to the pillow he lays his head down on every night. Such a naughty, twisted thought for such an innocent looking wife and mother, but that’s what daddy has turned you into.

You stroke the lush silver fox fur throw beneath you that’s draped across the queen size bed. It’s one of the many gifts you’ve gotten from daddy that you’ve incorporated into your day to day life. Your husband’s on a work trip for the next few days and the kids are either with your parents or at school. You told your mom that you needed some quiet time for yourself and she were more then happy to oblige.

You weren’t totally lying. You did need some time for yourself…just not quiet time. Daddy time.

Daddy’s big cock is thrusting into you wildly, reaching places you’d never even known could be touched. “Whose pussy is this??!”

“It’s yours big daddy!” You rub your face on the soft fur beneath you savoring. You love the ritual of telling me I own your body. It’s redundant of course, what other answer could you give after you’ve borne 3 of my children behind your husbands back. Something the old you, the you of 5 years ago, would have been revolted and horrified to think of saying.

But you hadn’t met your daddy yet.

“WHOSE??”

“IT’S YOURS”

I’m older, nearly two decades your senior, and a pig. But I’ve got money, arrogance, big dick and big balls filled with potent sperm. It took almost a year of work to get you to this point, but once you crossed that line we knew there was no going back. The first baby was an “accident”. You weren’t intentionally looking to have a baby, at least not with your husband, but big daddy made it clear he never used condoms. The second was a little more intentional. By the third? You swore on your unborn child’s life that your womb would only bear daddy’s children.

It’s been like that ever since.

Now though, as your wedding ring hand massages my balls, and you stare at a framed photo of you and your husband, you have the thought that you’d love a another one. Your husband makes plenty of cash at his job, he recently took a promotion that will give him a lot more money, it will also mean he’s away from home more but that’s more than okay with you, so you don’t have to worry about how many kids you can afford to have. Plus, big daddy is always kind enough to give a few deposits here and there, clandestinely of course, to make sure he can still keep breeding that fertile pussy.

Your turn…

Kinks I’d like to explore: fur, cuckolding an unknowing partner, breeding, pregnancy, pregnant sex, opposite personalities fucking, degrading partners behind their backs, elements of voyeurism, exhibitionism.

FWIW, a fur fetish does NOT have anything to do with furries. It’s simply the sexual attraction women who wear real fur clothing such as vests, coats, and jackets. In addition, to arousal from the sensation of fur on the skin

Kinks I’m not willing to explore: violence, torture, extreme rape play