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Daddy’s Helper

“Wanna help daddy relax before bed?” My father whispered to me as we sat watching television. My mother sitting in the den around the corner at the table correcting papers for her students.

I looked at him and he smiled and then gave me a fake pout.

“Please? Daddy had a hard day “ he said unzipping his pants without even waiting for my response , looking towards then den. He always got more excited when my mother was around. And luckily for me it always got him off quicker.

I didn’t like doing it. And I’m not sure why I let him keep requesting blow jobs from me almost daily. And sometimes more than once a day. But I sighed and moved over closer on the couch and reached over.

“Mmmm my pretty girl loves helping her daddy cum doesn’t she?” He said. And I’m pretty sure he knew the answer was no. No I didn’t like jerking him off, I didn’t like sucking his dick. But it was just easier to cave in than to have him beg and nag until I finally said yes. The quicker I agree. The quicker I could get it over with.

I nodded and took his cock into my hand , looking towards the den as I stroked him slowly.

“Get it wet sweetheart. “ he said. “Cmon. You know how daddy likes it” he added and I leaned down and spit slowly. Letting the saliva in my mouth drip down over his cock, my hand moving up and down. My wrist turning my hand as I stroked him slowly, coating his cock with my saliva.

“That’s it. A little more” he said. And I let more of my saliva drip from my mouth to his cock.

I didn’t even look at him as I did it. Instead I watched the television while moving my hand, stroking him.

“Mmm” He said quietly. “Stroke daddy baby” “stroke daddy’s cock for him.”

I went a little faster, my wrist still turning my hand around his cock as it moved up and down.

“Mmm yeah baby. That feels good” he said leaning back a bit more and resting his head back on the couch and without looking placed his hand behind my head and pushed it down to his cock.

“Suck the balls baby” he whispered.

I made a face of disgust to myself that he couldn’t see, and put my mouth on his balls, sucking them as I continued to stroke him.

“Mmm good girl. Put them in your mouth baby. Put daddy’s balls in that mouth…yess” he groaned quietly as I sucked the other , and licked them both.

He lifted my mouth from his balls by gently guiding me with a fist full of my hair. Pulling up on it gently to let me know to move. Because he was ready to get sucked.

“Open wide” He said. As he did almost every time.

He did have a thick cock. It was a bit above average length but was so thick I could only get about half in my mouth.

I did as he said and opened my mouth as he pushed my head down until his cock as far as it would go. I closed my mouth around it and felt his fingers grip my hair tighter as he groaned and started to pull and push my head up and down on his cock.

“That’s it” he whispered. “Mmmm that’s good “

“Yea baby. As far as you can” he’d say as he pushed my head down more. Making me gag on his cock, giving slight thrusts up into my mouth.

The sound of the back of my mouth being fucked coming from the room. But my mother never seemed to notice.

I made a noise. It wasn’t a moan but slight noise that let him know it was too much and that I couldn’t take anymore. So he stopped forcing my head and let me take over. I used my hand along with my mouth following my hand down, and my hand following my mouth back up. Still cranking my wrist , turning my hand back and forth on his cock.

He groaned and laid his head back. “Relaxing”.

That’s what my job was. To help him relax.

I went faster and sucked the slightest bit harder , my mouth making wet sucking sounds as it popped off his cock and I stroked him faster. Giving my mouth a break.

“Mmmm” He said grabbing my hair, letting me know to put my mouth back on his cock. He wasn’t ready to give me a break yet.

I wrapped my mouth back around him and continued to suck his cock. It was much bigger than my boyfriends. And just like my father the only thing I’d ever done with my boyfriend was oral sex. And sometimes they’d both finger me. My father did more than my boyfriend.

I never told anyone the things I do for my father or let him do to me. And I never will.

As my father kept my head moving , we both heard the chair scoot across the floor from the table in the den. He pulled my hair up and pushed me quickly away. Pulling his pants up with a quick zip and pushing his shirt down over the unbuttoned waist band. I promptly sat up and sat casually with my arms crossed. Wiping my wet mouth lightning fast with the back of my hand. My heart always felt like it would explode anytime we thought she was coming. Or anytime we heard her pull into the driveway after staying later at school.

I heard my father exhale as her feet went away from us , towards the back door. Both of us hearing it open and shut as she went outside for a cigarette.

My father chuckled to himself and unzipped his pants and took his cock back out.

“That was close “ he said reaching behind my head and making me lean back down.

“Get back to it baby…let daddy hear that mouth suck his cock” he said as I heard the tv volume lower and the sound of him setting the remote back down on the end table and his other hand made my mouth take his cock in and out. I opened my mouth wide , not closing my mouth around his cock. Allowing him to hear the sound of his cock in the back of my mouth. He groaned and now grabbed my head with both hands and thrusted upwards into my mouth hard making me gag. He did it again and again tiggering my gag reflex and making me choke. Making me feel like I’d puke. He loved watched me heave , my back arching. Fighting off the urge to throw up. He’d only actually made me do it twice. Both times he laughed and told me “baby can’t handle daddy’s big dick , can she?”

He stopped before I gagged anymore , and just fucked my mouth instead , only putting his cock in as far as I could take it without gagging.

“Good girl baby” he groaned. “You’re so good to daddy “ “yes you are ,,,, that’s my girl….Ungh yes….I love my naughty little girl sucking My cock with her mother right there…..Ungh, fuck yea baby. You gonna make daddy cum in that mouth? “ he groaned “suck it…suck it….suck it” He repeated as he does often when he’s about to cum.

“That’s it….make me cum….take it baby….take my cum……drink it baby….let daddy give you dessert “

I hated when he talked. I wished he’d just be quiet the entire time until he came. He said things that made me cringe. Especially the dessert line. He’d used that one multiple times before.

“Are you thirsty baby?” He groaned.

Another of my least favorites.

“You gonna drink daddy’s cum?” He groaned thrusting up and i felt it shoot into my mouth, continuing to suck him off until I knew he was finished. I wasn’t allowed to stop sucking till he said so. So I’d keep going and going until his hand pushed my head back and away.

I felt his cum pool in my mouth, carefully holding my mouth closed around his cock as he pushed me up and away. He’d finished and looked to me. I held out my tongue. Showing him. Something he makes me do pretty much every time.

“Play with it” he said, as he pulled up his pants and watched me wiggle my tongue and lick my lip, coating them in his cum, holding his load at the front of my mouth, let it drip down over my lip just a little before sucking it back in my mouth and then tilting my head back and gargling it.

I could see him smiling. “Mmmm daddy’s favorite. “ he said. He liked that he has me trained to do all the things he thought were sexy when going down on him.

A few seconds later my mother came back through the door, we heard her shut it again and the chair scoot back across the floor. We heard a slight sigh and my father slowly turned the volume back up on the tv as I swallowed his cum with a gulp and he grinned and pulled me into him.

Forcing me as always when I blew him on the couch to cuddle up next to him afterwards. I leaned my back against his chest and slid down , the back of my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds of settling back into the show , he slipped his hand down my shirt and into my bra. He often did this , just to have his hand on a part of me that was forbidden. A part of my body a father should never touch on his daughter.

His hand pushed down my shirt on the one side and pushed down the front of my bra as well ,letting my nipple peek out. His finger flicking it. Over and over till it was hard.

He lifted his hand , then brought it back to my nipple with wet fingertips and rubbed his saliva over my exposed nipple. His hand sliding back and forth , and grabbing my breast.

“Put your head in my lap baby” he said.

I slid down on the couch and laid on my neck. My head over his leg and turned to the tv.

He pulled down the other side of my tank top and bra. I laid there and he was silent as we both watched television. His hand randomly playing with one breast at a time. Rubbing his hand back and forth over both. Occasionally sliding his hand underneath them over my upper torso.

I can’t lie. It felt good whenever he touched me. Id always pretend it was someone else. He knew playing with my nipples always got me wet. He loved to play with them until he was sure I’d be soaked.

If he was feeling generous. He’d finger me ,But he was lazy. And he didn’t usually bother to try and make me cum. Not that I really wanted him to, but… I did kind of deserve it after all he made me do for him. I felt disgusting when he’d make me wet. I hated that his hands groping me made me crave his fingers inside me. Not his fingers specifically I suppose. I didn’t WANT his fingers inside me. But it has become so natural that I found it easier and easier to be able to close my eyes and picture him as someone else.

My thoughts were side tracked as he grabbed one of my breasts hard and squeezed. He laughed quietly to himself as he felt my body react. I looked up and he grinned looking down as his hand slid over to the other and did the same and have my nipple a tug with his fingers.

“I love touching you” he whispered. “Your nipples get so hard “ he said pulling it harder. My back arched and be let my nipple go. My back arched sharply again as his pinched and pulled the other. I whimpered. It hurt. I didn’t respond and watched his eyes look up towards the den as he lifted me from his lap making me sit up and leaned over after making sure the coast was clear.

He took my nipple closest to him right into his mouth as he leaned down. He sucked it hard. I could feel the air from his nostrils breathing against my flesh and the movement of his lips, of his tongue as he thrashed it against the nipple that was vacuumed into his mouth.

I gasped slightly. I hated myself for allowing it. For allowing any of it. But even if it was my fathers mouth,it was a mouth that felt good. As any mouth would. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t will my nipples to not be stimulated I couldn’t will my pussy to not ache. I couldn’t will myself to stop him.

His mouth let out a low growl as he moved his mouth across my chest to the other breast where he ravaged my other nipple next.

“Dad” I whispered grabbing his head , my back arching , my body automatically shoving my breasts into his face for more. He kissed my nipple the flicked his tongue over it and sucked it again. This time bubbling afterwards , pulling on it. I sucked air through my teeth and could feel my heart beating fast in my chest and another heartbeat between my thighs as my pussy throbbed for attention.

I whimpered and then bit my lips closed , but they quickly broke apart as his teeth clamped harder and he groaned as he pulled my nipple with his teeth. I went to go yelp but had managed to silence myself. I squeezed my eyes shut imagining my boyfriend was doing it all.

“I bet your pussy is wet isn’t it baby?” He said , his mouth breaking from my nipple , his voice ruining my image of it being my boyfriend and not him.

“You did such a good job sucking daddy’s cock…you want daddy to put his fingers inside you ?…does that pussy need some of daddy’s magic touch ?” He grinned.

I hated him. I really did. I hated that he had made this normal. I hated when he talked while touching me. Just do it , I thought. My mind throwing hateful thoughts around. Just shut up and do it. I thought. Stop talking. Stop talking so I can just pretend it’s someone else.

“That’s okay. Daddy knows you want it. “ he said and pulled me over his lap and lifted my skirt , grabbing my panties and pulling them to the side. He wasted no time as he slipped his finger inside me.

I listened to him inhale as his finger sunk into my. My pussy betraying me for the hundredth time. Showing off how wet I’d become.

“That’s so wet” he whispered as his finger pushed up further as far is it could go. I could feel It moving inside me.

I bit my lip as his finger drew itself out , laying over his lap. I felt like such a helpless dumb whore. But deep down I knew I wasn’t helpless. And I wasn’t dumb. I just was a whore. That was too horny to ever tell him to stop. I felt my ass raise and my one leg slide just a little to allow him to go even deeper as he pushed his finger back in again.

“Good girl” he whispered. I could feel his finger moving slowly in and out of my wet pussy. He stopped fingering me to rub my clit. My legs spread even wider and he laughed slightly.

“Baby likes that huh?” He groaned quietly. “Naughty girl” my fingers were curling, grabbing out the couch cushion and his fingers were circling my clit , I could feel my pussy dripping. He had me soaked.

I rocked slightly over his lap , jumping his hand as it rubbed me. Rocking faster and faster till I was pushing myself back and forth against his hand as it rubbed me.

“Yeaaa” he whispered. “Mmmm baby likes it”

I hated him. I had to remind myself. It was his fault. It was all his fault I was like this. He’d started it. I felt my mouth fall open as I got closer.

“Oh my god” I panted quietly writhing over his lap ,I felt fire through myself. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated that my mother was mere feet away as all of it happened. I hated how many times she’d been so unaware of what her husband was doing to their daughter. And that she was unaware I never stopped him or even tried to.

“Bad. Bad girl” he said his fingers stroking up and down my wet pussy. Rubbing his fingers in it, making me shiver each time his fingers rubbed over my sensitive clit again.

I was so selfish as I closed my eyes tightly and let him bring me to orgasm. Feeling my body tremble and try to as always keep myself quiet as I came.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” he groaned quietly. “That’s it” he whispered. Knowing I was cumming by the way my body was twitching over his lap.

“Mmmm” He said sliding his finger back inside me.

I gripped the couch.

He wasn’t lazy today. And he wasn’t done.

Why So Hesitant?

To any man who claims he wants his wife or girlfriend to become a slut and to every woman who says she fantasizes of being a slut, I always ask them the same question: Does your partner know?

The answer is typically some version of: No.

People are hesitant to speak sincerely to the person they claim to love and trust the most for some reason. Not being able to express your sexual fantasies and desires will make it multiple times harder to ever accomplish them. So needless to say, both partners need to be able to express their sexual desires freely.

When I ask someone who claims they want this lifestyle why they do not dive into it, I normally get a variety of answers that try to excuse why it is not happening. I have made a short list of these answers and why they are bullshit.

1. Afraid to Ask- The first and most common symptom felt before asking the question is fear. This is not fear of the consequences of the lifestyle itself, but fear of asking. It is fear of the unknown. Fear of not knowing a reaction, of what he or she might think, of the possibility of losing someone for simply asking, of losing the magic of love. Let me tell you something, if you believe there is a magical element to love that gets lost when you tell your partner of a desire, then you are living in bullshit land. Not only are you keeping yourself trapped in this bullshit land, but you are keeping your partner in there with you, forever keeping them “in love” with a fictional version of yourself with no sexual desires. Step up and speak, a true partner values the truth. If you expressed a sexual desire and your partner left, then you two are not designed to be together, plain and simple. This is not to say your partner should fulfill your needs, but if your partner can not accept your desires for what they are, desires, then that partner can’t accept you. Plain and simple, fear to ask is bullshit. (I will cover a few warm-up strategies to overcoming the fear of asking in my next post).

2. She Won’t Be Into It- Another excuse for not even asking is a belief that the partner will not be into it. Sometimes, a person will ask and the partner really will not be into it....yet. This is normal, however, this is not where it ends. Now that your partner knows of your fantasy, there are many ways in which it can be roleplayed or tease you on the fantasy without actually becoming a slutwife. For example, she can go out with you one night wearing less clothing than normal, talk to you about her hottest sexual experience during while jerking you off, dance with another guy while you watch, chat with another guy online, or pretend she is having sex with her favorite movie crush during sex. The possibilities are endless. The point of telling your partner your fantasies is getting her aligned with your needs and helping her adjust to better please you. While roleplaying, she may discover she becomes curious about this lifestyle as well, but you never get there until you start.

3. Is It Cheating?-Another concept that keeps people from living their dreams is comparing the lifestyle to cheating. This could bot be further from reality, as they stand two polar ends apart. Being in a slutwife style relationship is all about love, trust, openess, maturity, experimentation, adventure, desire, respect, boundaries, happiness, and putting your partner’s needs above your own at times. Cheating is lying, deception, disrespect, manipulation, lack of trust, and only caring about yourself. While cheating could be an exciting aspect of a slutwife lifestyle we will cover later, it is not the foundation of a relationship. There is only one thing in common that cheating and hotwifing have in common, sleeping with other men, and that is it. Everything else is as different as it can get. Anyone who claims the two terms are the same is simply brainwashed by a bullshit concept of society’s monogamous relationship fantasy and does not understand that a real relationship goes beyond who a person sleeps with.

4. She Will Think I Don’t Love Her-This fear comes up both during the asking your partner phase and during the going through with it phase. People assume that asking your partner to sleep with other people will make then think you don’t love them. I want you to rethink this bullshit concept. If your partner truly questions your love, ask them, “Why would I share such a deep secret of mine with you if I did not love and trust you completely? Why would I want to experience something like this with you if I did not love you and trust you? You can then proceed to clarify that your love for her is so strong and your trust is so deep that you feel free to share your most intimate secret and know that if she would go through with it, your love for her can only be enhanced knowing she had a sexual experience she enjoyed and still came back to you for true love.

5. What If She Falls in Love- This is the another concept that gets in the way of people living their dreams. What if she falls in love. The assumption here must be that the only people that have sex are in love, or that people that have sex stay in love forever. That is obviously bullshit. But let’s think this out for a minute because it is natural for two human beings that have a pleasurable experience together to have a form of “feeling” for each other. This “feeling” can be compared to puppy love middle schoolers feel for a different kid every month. This type of feeling is possible and often leads to an amazing hotwife experience. But here is question to you, so what? Is love limited? Do you love your mother but not your father? Do you only love one child but stopped loving when you had another? Do you only love one brother? Most people will experience love for different people throughout their lives, without taking away the love from another. The “puppy love” a person may experience can be an infatuation with the excitement of something different and new, and not the deep love for the person themselves. This puppy love is easily replaceable over time with something else new and exciting, unlike the deep love a husband and wife in a good relationship develop, or a mother and child develop which goes on forever. The key takeaway I want you to get from all this is that even if she fell in love with another man, which is highly unlikely, it will not be an issue. Love is not limited. If she loves you the way you love her, your place in her life is set forever, loving another man does not take away from your love, it enhances it due to the fact that she is sharing an intimate experience with you and is loving you all throughout it. In a solid hotwife relationship, she may experience feelings for different men that will come and go, but you will be the only one with a true deep love that she was able to share it all with.

6. The Other Man Is Better- This concept is a fear of jealousy upon realizing that the wife is experiencing something better than what you provide. This could be, the guy has a bigger dick, is more handsome, muscular, can fuck all night, makes her laugh more, better dancer, has more money, etc. Could this happen? Of Course. Odds are, that there is a guy out there who is better than you for any given area. Unless you are Jeff Bezos, chances are there is someone richer. Unless you are Mandingo, some guy out there has a bigger dick. Unless you are Ronnie Coleman, someone is more muscular. Unless you are Brad Pitt, someone out there is more handsome. Thinking your wife should not date guys that are better than you at something is absurd and greedy. You want your wife to experience the best in each man and still come back to you. Unless you are one of the above mentioned men, she did not marry you for that characteristic, so you will be fine. The best part is, all these guys that are better than you will likely be looking to fuck your wife when they realize she is a slut. Your wife will be intrigued and she will likely want to experience them as well. It is your job to overcome your jealousy and let her enjoy the experience. When she comes back to you after experiencing all that, you will realize she still loves you and it goes beyond certain traits that other men are better at.

7. What If She Got Addicted?- Addiction of any kind is bad, mainly because the term would mean she has no control and can’t stop. The concept that she will become addicted and lose all control because she is a slutwife is absurd. Has she never had sex before or something? Has she never slept with another man? Has she never seen porn? Has she never seen a big cock? Has she never loved another man? Has she never had an orgasm? Why would she lose all control all of a sudden? If she begins living out the lifestyle, chances are she will get to experience sex in many different ways that she will enjoy, but that does not mean she is going to throw everything else in her life away. While there is such a thing as sexual addiction, the important thing is that she can keep her life balanced and under control, and that is where the husband comes in. Ultimately, a good husband should want his wife to live her sexual life with so much pleasure that she borders on being a sex addict, but maintains her life under control as any other woman does. Women are often far better at keeping things under control then men, so the odds of losing control are slim. A couple can always plan on dialing back on sexual activity for some time to bring things back to normality if things ever went too far. Fear of addiction is bullshit excuse not to try it.

8. What if Someone Finds Out-Fear of someone finding out is one of the most common barriers to overcome by both the wife and husband. Who is this someone? It could be anyone. From parents, children, friends, coworkers, etc., there is usually a fear of someone possibly finding out about the lifestyle and living life outside of society’s normal expectations. There are many precautions that can be taken to keep things as secret as possible, like doing things while on vacation in another land, of hooking up with people from another city, we will talk more about those options in a later post. The important thing to cover today is the possibility of someone finding out. So what? While it may not be expected, it is far from being a crime when a couple lives the slutwife lifestyle. It is actually become much more acceptable nowdays and will continue to become more mainstream with time. If someone you know did find out and asked about it, there is no obligation to explain yourself. However, it is best to approach the situation calmly and say that it is a fun sexual adventure you both agreed to explore, and that it has been very rewarding. That should clear up any concern for cheating or something being wrong in the relationship. Most people outside of close family would likely never mention it to you even if they knew for fear of causing drama.

These are some of the most common excuses of why people are not living their dream lifestyle. Recognize them, overcome them, and start living your dreams.

Alot of guys send me their fantasies, it makes me so wet when they tell me that they'll bend me over a table and destroy my bussy or tie me up and kidnap me, so please send me anything no matter how extreme.