Prologue - if you've read one of my stories before you can skip this bit ;-)
I've wanted to share some of my stories for a while but never really found the place. Some of these stories are complete fantasy, what I'd tell prospective men. I'd use them to test the water, work out their kinks and seduce them. But the majority are real life experiences and some of my darkest secrets.
To 99.9% of the people that know me, I'm a sweet, butter wouldn't melt and potentially prudish female. I get coy discussing anything sexual and have never had a relationship with girlfriends where I felt comfortable revealing my personal fetishes, kinks and extremely high sex drive. I like to keep that between me and the guy I'm fucking.
Excitement lies at the point where it starts to click for the guy that I may not actually be what they had initially believed in the bedroom. It causes a stirring in the pit of my stomach, an ache between my thighs. I need them to want me. Getting them hot, turned on and hard with just a seductive look up, through my thick lashes. Them knowing that everyone else in the room sees me as this polite, prim and proper princess but to him I am his greedy little slut that will do anything to please Daddy.
So a bit about me, I'm in my 30s now and have come to be even more confident in my body than ever before. Olive skin, dark brown eyes with thick lashes. Long straight hair that trails down my back and then to the important things....delicious big tits that have been drawing attention since I was a teen and an even more tempting ass. The perfect shelf to spank and squeeze as you see fit.
May to September is when I'm at my most horniest. Something about the sun shining, I'm happy and horny. I love a summer dress. They're perfect for cinching my waist, showing off the best curves of my ass and pushing my perfect tits on a platter for everyone to enjoy. But always to a conservative length. Preferably to the knee and a button or two accidentally popped open by my heaving breasts. Bras are discretionary. The hotter it is the more you can get away with. But you need to leave them wanting more. A summer dress is the perfect item of clothing to be fucked in, especially if you don't have a lot of time. Wet panties pulled to the side. Hard nipples peaking over the top of the dress ready to be teased and sucked. And then within a few seconds you can be back to the demure lady everyone thinks you are. Aching nipples back constrained within the dress. And hot come trickling down your clenched thighs until you have time to clean yourself up.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my daddy diary's some of my adventures on the hunt for the perfect fuck. Like a drug addict forever chasing their first high. Don't be shy to leave a comment. I want to hear what you liked most. Did I make you hard/wet? Aching to fuck? Share the stories with your partner. I want everyone to enjoy.
Office Encounters - Part 1
I'd been working at the sales company for about 6 months. A couple of days a week in the office for meetings and catch ups, the rest on the road or working from home. It's a big open plan office on the 5th floor with conference and meeting rooms running the perimeter.
When I was in I shared a table with 3 other colleagues. One the only other female in the whole team, Sophie, plus two guys. Your quintessential late 20s early 30s salesmen. Confident, looked good in a suit, could persuade you into any situation. We had our own group chat on WhatsApp. We'd easily distract each other and quite often our conversations would lean towards subjects of a more sexual nature, mostly led by the men but Sophie often started the more sordid conversations. As my outward personality would have people believe, I would always shy away from these types of conversations and just giggle along. Always secretly enjoying the fact that they would have no clue about my sexual preferences and some of the things I had gotten up to in my past.
One day we had been out to lunch celebrating a recent sales win and I'd had a couple of glasses of champagne which was unusual for me as I very rarely drank. I was dressed probably more provocatively than usual as I was also heading out after work. A wrap around leopard print dress that hugged me in all the right places and complemented my dark olive skin.
As usual the conversation lead to topics of a more sexual nature and the three started sharing stories of their most risky sexual encounters. The bubbly blond female who was always very open about her sex life, hilariously recalled getting caught fucking her boyfriend in the woods. After the boys had recounted their pretty tame sex stories all eyes were on me. A blush crawled up my body.
"I can't." I tried to brush away the attention.
"Go on, we promise not to judge." Pleaded the bubbly blond. My pussy had started to stir as I'd been listening to the conversation and thinking about some of the shocking tales I could share.
"Look, I can't look you in the eye and tell it. I'm sorry." I giggle.
I don't know if it was the two glasses of Veuve I'd had or because I was starting to feel horny. I broke my own rule and started to consider letting them have a glimpse of my own sexual kinks.
"Come on, we'd fucking love to hear it." Pleaded Pete, with a dirty smile on his face.
"Ok, ok, ok. I'll whisper to Sophie and she can tell you. I can't say it out loud." I smiled coyly.
I'm sure them all thinking I was going to expose some bland sexual encounter that was outside of boring missionary in the bedroom with the lights off.
I leaned over and started to whisper one of my escapades in Sophie's ear. I told her about the time I had matched with a guy on Tinder and invited him over to mine. We'd never met before and I agreed to leave my front door unlocked and be waiting naked on my bed on all 4s. I didn't disclose that I'd never seen his face just a photo of his thick, veiny pulsing 10inch cock in his hand. (His forearms looked excellent). The only precautions I took were verifying that it was definitely that cock that was going to come and ruin my pussy. I told him to wear a balaclava, not say a word, fuck my tight little pussy and leave me with come seeping out of my pussy. God that was a good night.
Sophie gasped and giggled at the limited detail I had shared.
"No way." She protested and immediately leaned over to whisper in the boys ears. I watched as Pete's pupils dilated, he licked his lips and seemed to be questioning everything he'd ever thought about me.
We all laughed together as a blush took over me again. As they started to ask questions. I shut them down.
"You've got all you're going to get out of me. I've played your game. Now, leave me alone." I giggled.
The conversation continued around me as I sat back, pursing my lips together as I felt the warm heat of my pussy leaking into my panties. I'd allocate some time that evening to remembering that night. Using my biggest toy to fill and stretch my pussy like he did. I might even persuade my boyfriend into a little role play.
For the rest of the afternoon, I kept catching Pete watching me. Glances over his computer screen. Holding my gaze longer than he should. He had a girlfriend but his stares were telling me he wanted to devour me. A man catching onto me not being exactly who they thought I was in the bedroom was a huge game of cat and mouse to me. He thinks he wants to play with me and he has no idea what he's dealing with. I decide that I was intrigued, plus it would make coming into the office a lot more stimulating if I had someone to play with.
I wasn't in the office for the next week but when I returned Sophie couldn't wait to get me in the toilets and relay the sex dream Pete had of me over the weekend. We burst out laughing. When I arrived at my desk Pete was sat waiting with a smirk on his face.
"I assume Sophie has told you the sordid details?" He quipped, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever do you mean? Please enlighten me?" Subtly squeezing my tits together and leaning over the table towards him. Biting the end of my pen, my eyes daring him to confess his sins.
"Well, it was obviously that story and that leopard print dress that did it." He protested smirking back. Throughout the morning we continued to silently flirt over the computer screens. This was starting to become a lot more enjoyable and I was pleased my little slutty confession had delivered some additional benefits. The thought of someone waking up hard thinking of fucking me and inevitably wanking off to me was always going to be a turn on. I loved being someone's fantasy fuck.
I made an excuse to get Pete on his own and fetch some lunch together. The lift ride down was thick with sexual tension. Pete had stood way closer than social norms would dictate in these types of situations.
"Tell me what happened then, I want to hear it from you." I requested in my most seductive voice.
