Shelby s Dirty Vacation
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I sleep heavily through the night, not even stirring when you carry me to our bed. I only begin to rouse the next morning around nine o’clock. I wake then from the feel of your checking my diaper. I groan awake and turn to you.
“Daddy, thank you so much for yesterday. It was the bestest day.”
You smile at me and my talking childishly to you.
“Well sweetie, I think today we need to get your hair cut, so I learn how to do it,” you tell me.
I am not really sure what you are talking about and look puzzled. I go to a salon when my hair needs cut, I don’t think you would be able to style it. You see my look and pull on my pubes just a little, and I understand. Which makes me blush.
“Daddy!”
You get us cleaned up, but after our bath together and you drying me, you tell me that you will diaper me after, but for now you are just going to put me in toddler panties. I grin as I have never felt those on me before. Just a little thick padding in the crotch and cotton all the way up to my tummy. Not like the bikini panties, I always wore before this all started.
They do feel different, and enjoyable.
As my Daddy dresses me, you explain that most the people who work in Babyland live here, and so are either an Adult Baby or a Mommy or Daddy. I should not stare or make comments about who we interact with. The Adult Baby’s will be dressed for work while they are on the job, just like I was when I was finishing work.
I tell you I understand, but in reality, knowing this is just going to make me wonder who is who in our interactions.
Dressed, breakfast and bottle under our belts, we head out. The baby hair salon is close enough you can just push me in the stroller. I feel my cunt start to twitch as we get closer and closer. I have never had anything done with those hairs before. While they are not all that thick, the thought of someone clipping me there is very intriguing.
There are regular stylist stations in the front room of the salon, but when you give our name we are led to the back where there are several private rooms. Almost like ones for a massage. There is a table in the middle of the room, but it has stirrups at one end.
A very pretty lady comes in, maybe a couple of years younger than me. She first shows you a book of how my hair could be clipped, but you tell her you would like me close-clipped all over, none showing really. Short enough for not much to show, but not so short that it makes me itch.
She smiles and says she know exactly how you would like it. It is how she wears hers too. And when she turns to the counter to get things, I see the bottom of her diaper peeking out under her uniform. For some reason, this just starts me dripping more. Am I going to embarrass myself by being so wet before we start?
She tells you to lift me up on the table, and either raise my dress above my waist, but it is better to take it off if I don’t mind. Oh, for the beautiful baby girl to see me naked, now I am throbbing. You lift my dress off me and remove my panties. I am naked now sitting on the towel on the table. My mons are gleaming with my juices, and I can’t help as more and more drip out of me.
She, her name is Gracie, brings a cart over next to the stool at the end of the table. She sits down on it and lifts my legs up into the stirrups and spread them rather wide. You are standing at the side of the table and help me scoot down so I am at the edge. She lifts the back of the table up so I am somewhat sitting up and can see her as she works. You have your hand on my stomach rubbing it.
Gracie can see me fully and completely now, and my shame for how wet I already am.
She just smiles at me, and brings a warm cloth to my slit and wipes me. Then a soapy sponge and washes all my hair down there. She rinses, then softly dry me with a towel.
Picking up a comb she begins to comb my hair over and over. Her fingers go inside my outer lips to pull them out some so to comb those hairs. She lifts my ass cheeks some and spread my crack, but says I really don’t have anything much back there to deal with. But the feel of her cool fingers running up and down my crack to check starts me dripping again.
Gracie is so good about all this, she just wipes the warm cloth over me again to catch all the drippings. Before we are done she will do this several more times, me loving the gentle feel of her fingers on my slit and clit.
Gracie shows you how to comb the hair, starting at the top of my mons, hold the comb close to my skin to clip the hairs against the comb. This she tells you will get me short but not too short. The top hairs clipped and gone, she slowly works down the sides of my cunt clipping hairs there. Sometimes using her fingers to pull the hairs away from my body to clip them.
This all feels rather sensational to me. She tells you what scissors and combs to buy for you to do this for me. I see that all through my clipping, you are getting a little hard just as I keep dripping.
When Gracie finishes my pussy cut, she asks you if you would like her to shave my legs and armpit. At this point, all you can do is nod yes.
She picks up the soapy sponge and come up next to me and lifts my arm, soaping me well. Then I feel her run the razor over my pit. She leans in to inspect her work to make sure all is gone, and I can feel her breath against my pit. What a unique feeling. She does the other, then moves to soap my legs.
She lifts each individually out of the stirrup and holds it on her shoulder as she shaves me. And then the other. She runs her hands up and down my legs and thighs to make sure all is removed. Damn, I am dripping again. And you are getting even harder.
After she shaves and dries each of my legs, she slowly rubs lotion all up and down each leg now. Then puts them back in the stirrup. You are hiding yourself some behind the table so she does not see your condition. But she just smiles sweetly at both of us.
She brings out some coconut oil and begins to run in in my mons and all over my cunt. Slowly, pressing just enough for me to fully enjoy her touch. Especially when she spread both my outer and inner lips to rub the oil over them and up and down my slit. Her touch on my clit as she polishes it makes it hard as a pebble.
Gracie has given up wiping me and is just letting my juices flow down to the towel under me. She stands away from the stool and says I am finished.
“And you have the room for the next forty minutes still if you would like to take your time examining Lizzy’s fresh look.” She winks at me as she leaves.
The door is hardly closed behind her when you are down between my legs. First, running your fingers over my almost bare pussy. Then you sit on the stool and lick all around feeling the soft skin right there for you. But it is not long that you are again standing, taking your pants down, and with me it this positions, ass to the edge, legs spread in the stirrups, you are at the perfect place to press your hard-throbbing cock into my awaiting pussy.
Oh, after Gracie’s more or less foreplay on me, and your touches I am clutching you at the first thrust. And continue as you do over and over and over. Oh my, it is hard for me to keep from crying out so loud everyone in the salon would hear.
Feeling my skin as you thrust in over and over against your pubes is so delightful. And you realize that perhaps you should be clipped to. But you would have to do it yourself, as you know I would be upset watching Gracie clip you as she had me. Yes, scissors and comb are on the shopping list.
But you think all that later. Right now, feeling me clench against you, and the trembling I am doing at each thrust, it is not that long until we both cum together. Something we find ourselves doing often. I will on occasion cum a few times before, but in the final thrust as you spew into me I usually cum one more time with you.
Spent, you fall back on the stool and lay your head against my cunt, kissing my thighs soft as we both slow our breathing.
You wonder and chuckle to yourself a little, would I one day give you a heart attack with all our passion. It would be a lovely way to go, but no not for many, many years.
It is thirty minutes later, now redressed and somewhat calmed that we leave the room. You ask me if I would like to have my head haircut too? Looking around and seeing the baby girls and boys sitting on booster chairs as their hair is cut, into very youthful styles, I tell you that perhaps I would.
The receptionist quickly calls a young man over and he takes me to wash my hair. You sit in a chair close to the station as he cuts my hair into a shorter pixie cut. When finished you smile your approval at me.
It is a cut which I can wear when we go out as adults, but also one that will look like your sweet little girl when at home.
You go to pay for my cuts, and I see you have a bag when you come back to me. What has my Daddy bought?
We are home by afternoon, so I can be fed, bottled, and put down in my crib for a nap. I always squirm a lot when you put me in my crib as I feel so far from you, but as soon as the pacifier is in my mouth, and you have rubbed my back some, I am sound asleep.
While I am asleep you are busy.
After the usual hour or so I wake up. I am coming to find I really do like a mid-day nap and to be put to bed early. For years I went with not enough sleep while working, and now it is like I am making up that lost time.
When you come to get me up, checking my diaper, and how new and wonderful I feel with just short fluffy hair there, you do see that I am wet and carry me to the changing table.
Once wiped dry, you do just stare down at me in joy. I am becoming more and more of your baby Lizzy for you. I don’t mention it much, but we do have many adult-to-adult conversations about things, but in moments like this, I am your precious little girl. And you do not want it any other way.
You so enjoy rubbing the oil over me and linger doing it. When I am oiled, instead of the powder and new diaper you carry me and lay me on the bed. You lower your boxers, and I stare in wonder. You have clipped your hairs too. Not as short as mine, but just so not much gets in the way. And Little Danny is so rock hard.
I spread my legs to welcome you and you climb between my legs and slide into me. The baby oil just applied helps with that, though my with my regularly flowing juices we usually do not need any other lubricant.
Oh, to feel you inside me, and our clip mons, my nicely oiled, rubbing against each other. You fuck me this way for several minutes, then withdraw and huskily tell me to roll over. You help me and lift me so my ass is raised, and you are behind me. You take me doggie style, which I love, as you plunge into me over and over.
Then I realize even more why you want us this way as I feel your fingers rubbing over my fresh mons. You do this for a bit before moving down to find my clit and rub it as we pound each other.
You clit play brings me to a climax in seconds, my back arches into your stomach and I let out a cry. You slow some to let me collect myself, and then you begin to accelerate again. Minutes later when you cum, I in a way do again too. The new feeling of both of us, you rubbing against my ass as you now are, and stroking my clipped cunt is overwhelming.
We lay down next to each other, my back to you. And even though I just finished my nap, it is nice just to lie next to you now.
Your fingers begin to run up and down my crack, and you whisper in my ear, “Sweetpea, would you like me to try it now.”
I just nod my head so you can feel it against your chest.
And you do. You bring you one hand to my slit and rub up and down it until you put two fingers in me to play with my g-spot. Then the finger of your other hand, so wet with my juices, find my hold and begin to slide in. You pause for a minute when you get to my sphincter to let me relax, then you press in more, and I moan with delight.
Yes, this is something I realize I like too. You play in both my holes until this time I yell with elation.
You ease your hands away, and just pull me close to you.
“Oh baby, are you okay? Did you like that? I hope,” with concern, you ask.
I roll to face you and kiss you hard. “Daddy, that was wonderful, I do believe it will add something new to our play.”
My, all the things we are learning on this vacation.
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LesbianAs the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...
Cuckold(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...
College SexGav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...
TabooSeattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...
SeductionIda Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...
Group SexLate night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...
ReluctanceI was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...
TabooEveryone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life, and finally, teacher’s found any excuse to be on your ass. For me, this...
Taboo1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang...
Interracial1 Week Before the Masquerade"That can't be your best line. What is it really?" Hector asked his new recruiting partner."It is, I swear. Women love hearing things like that. Some of them laugh, but they still like it," Jonas answered, while parking their black SUV."Whatever, man," Hector chuckled and continued. "I wouldn't tell you what my best line is either... But it's not even about the lines with me anyway."Both men flipped the SUV's sun visors down, slid the mirrors open and made sure...
ReluctanceBleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you'd think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on...
Oral Sex“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his drink over, sure to let him get a good look down the front of her dressing...
First TimeOn Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...
SupernaturalI shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had a way.Most nights after I shut the computer down I'd head to bed and fall asleep after fucking myself...
HardcoreAngela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...
AnalShe had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street.“Fries, please. And a diet Pepsi.”I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s.“Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any of its allure despite issuing from the metal box just left of the menu...
VoyeurThere was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the room only left Asia in a confused state of uneasiness. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the low lighting...
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