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Daddy's new job
Posted:Apr 21, 2019 9:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2019 11:48 pm
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I haven’t shared much about myself in this blog, because it really isn’t meant to be solely about me. This is a love story about my bug and I. So none of you know about my long history in the adult industry, or the fact that for the past decade I have been making pornography. What’s more important, without going into way too much detail, is that I have been struggling mightily, when it comes to my finances. And my efforts to land a “normal / straight” job were met with a few unexpected obstacles, which led to the process taking over 6 months to resolve itself. That’s my weird way of saying it took me more than 6 months to finally find this job. The reasons why are important, but not worth mentioning right now. What matters, is that Daddy has a steady job, which means a steady paycheck, which means he can be a bigger help to his little squirt. I’ve been a burden to her for these last 6 months, so hopefully we can turn that around, and point it the other way.

What a full-time job, with lots of responsibility means, is less time being available for my daughter. The trade-off, fair or not, is necessary. Nothing is permanent, and the simple fact is, I will eventually be in a position of authority, and able to bring her into the fold, so to speak. Mina and I haven’t worked together for a very long time - since we met, actually - and it would be a pure delight to do so again. That is a tentative plan. My schedule will be different from hers, which will be inconvenient, but definitely won’t stop us from getting the time together that we need. Or rather; I believe we will rise to the occasion, and make it work, even though we’ll NEVER get enough time together. Not until we move into the same house, and sleep in the same bed will I begin to be satisfied, or feel like my life is going in the right direction. With this job, persistence, and a whole lot of patience I can voice the goal of finding a home for us to share in less than a year, and hope to actually accomplish it. That’s all I’ll really say on that right now.

I love my bug, and I’m going to miss our time together, but Daddy will work, and rise quickly in the company, and this time next year we’ll be living together, taking short trips to the coast for business, and hopefully headed down very different paths than we were. We belong together, Mina and I. Call it fate or destiny, I don’t care which, but this was meant to be, and we will not be stopped until we have what we want, what we know is the healthiest, smartest, safest, best thing for all involved.
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it's the little things
Posted:Apr 11, 2019 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2019 6:21 pm
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This occurred several months ago, but I was going through my phone the other day, clearing out pictures and whatnot to make more space, when I came across a few I wanted to share here. going to “narrate” this like it happened recently.

I went out to my car and found and unexpected surprise:



A note, taped to the window of my car, but from whom? I had a sneaking suspicion I knew the answer as I approached:



Yes, it was clearly from someone loved enough to leave a surprise:



Someone amazing, adorable, and very near and dear to my heart:



The kind of person I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of, showering her with love and affection, day and night:



I love you, bug!
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the worm
Posted:Apr 10, 2019 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2019 8:09 pm
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UNREAL. THIS SITE IS A JOKE. WORDS LIKE "AM", "I'M", "ME" AND "AT" ARE BEING DELETED FROM MY POSTS. FUCK THIS PLACE AND THE BULLSHIT THAT GOES WITH IT.

Let me introduce you to the worm:



This sad excuse for a human being is, in fact, a gift for my daughter, to do with as she pleases. There are some limitations set in place, of course, but I don’t think the deviant part of her mind has had much practice, so I believe the worm is pretty safe. His favorite thing is submitting to, and being humiliated by, tiny beautiful females so Mina fits the physical requirements at least. We will see how much fun, pleasure, and entertainment she can derive from this subservient soul.


Daddy took control of this waste of life not long ago, and has been essentially trying him out, to make sure he’s reliable, sincere, trustworthy, and not a jerk. The worm has turned out to be respectful, eager to serve, and has maintained the perfect attitude at all times. I hope my hija will take control, and take pleasure from someone who is so excited to do her bidding, and make her happy.



The worm lives in Oregon, less than 100 miles from us, and he has expressed serious interest in worshipping the feet, and between the legs, of my daughter. With her new edict, that she does not want to be shared so readily, or easily, I am reticent to try and set this up. Mina’s past experiences with submissive men worshipping her nether regions were fantastic, but her new attitude may prevent it. In truth, she may not even want to play with this toy I am offering, for very similar reasons. It’s a strange time of uncertainty, but I am still her Daddy, and still have the same desires for my kiddo. The opening and expansion of her mind and sexuality is imperative, even if it’s only between the two of us, as stated previously. We’ll just have to see how, or if, this develops.



I might post a couple more times about the worm, but hope the privilege will be happily taken over by my one and only. I'm really curious to see what she does with this living plaything.
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my daughter's hairless pussy
Posted:Apr 9, 2019 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2019 8:10 pm
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So sweet! So beautiful! So sexy! All mine!
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strain
Posted:Apr 7, 2019 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2019 11:48 pm
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Unless you are incredibly new to this blog, you know that I don’t sugar coat the life and love Mina and I are sharing and experiencing together. What I put here is real, true, raw. When there is something to celebrate, we’re happy to tell you all about it, but I don’t shy away from the truth when things aren’t going so well either. When I / we fail or falter, I put that here as well. Mistakes made are not kept secret, they are revealed with the hope that you will see my daughter and I are as authentic as we claim to be. I can’t really explain why that is important to me; to be believed, or to at least not be thought of as a liar. That must be something from my past.

This blog: these words, pictures, thoughts, revelations may wind up being the only sign that I ever existed on this planet. That notion had been haunting me lately, but I finally got my mind and heart to shift to the idea that I will not be remembered by anyone except, perhaps, my daughter. I could live out the rest of my life, and die a happy man, as long as I had the true love of just one person.

Just one.

Some might see that as putting a lot of pressure on my hija, and I think on some levels that may be true, but not where it counts. All I’m asking for, is loyalty and honesty, until the very end. If a person cannot promise and provide that, then I’d rather live and die alone. I know that Mina is loyal, and forgiving, and I believe she has the kindest heart I’ve ever encountered. I’ve loved her from almost the very first days we met, and that love has only grown and strengthened as time has passed. My commitment to her is genuine, and unstoppable, and my only truly selfish desire is that she never break my heart so badly we have to live separate lives again. If I can count on that for the rest of my life, I’d like very much to end my days with her by my side, and in my heart. Like most parents, I kind of hope I die on her before she dies on me. I don’t think, I KNOW, that I could not go on without my bug.

She is my world.

This is rambling and not focused because I am feeling emotional and a bit uneasy. The last couple of weeks have not been good to us, and the strain and stress is beginning to show. I am particularly guilty of losing my temper, and self control, numerous times. I’ve raised my voice, cursed, said awful things. I’ve blown things out of proportion, been unfair, and flat out wrong. My behavior has been embarrassing, and I am disappointed in myself. It turns out I’m not the super awesome guy I want to be all the time. It turns out I still need a lot of work. I am blessed to have captured the heart of a young lady who will, I firmly believe, be right by my side as I struggle to be the better Father, friend, lover that I want to be. Mine is a dedication at the highest levels, and I know my daughter deserves that, and more. I will give her everything I am, and everything I have, and keep striving to be and do better. There is stress and strain right now, but it cannot, and will not last.
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sunflowers and sunshine
Posted:Apr 4, 2019 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2019 6:41 pm
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I love you bug! You are my sunflowers and sunshine.
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a (major) change of plans
Posted:Apr 3, 2019 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2019 6:41 pm
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Mina kind of dropped a bombshell on me recently, and I’m not even sure how to talk about it. In the simplest form, it boils down to this: she does not want to have sex with other people anymore. How restricted the explorations we had planned will now be, has yet to be determined, but that was the gist of it. That meant not only cancelling an upcoming photo shoot with a person who’d booked and already paid, it meant wrapping my brain around a future sex life without those aforementioned plans of exploration. I’d have to say my perverted mind kind of panicked at the news, and I’m afraid that once again I might not have had the best reaction ever.

The reasons behind this are worth mentioning, but again, I’m giving you my impression, or understanding, versus the actual words from the actual mouth of my little princess. I’m sure if I get something wrong, or need to add a few details, she’ll tell me. Part of the reason was just pure nerves I think. The thought of possibly having her face wind up posted somewhere was a big fear, and one that I completely understand and respect. Ultimately, I believe the biggest issue stems from upbringing and religious indoctrination. Deep down, Mina believes that her biological Father (now deceased) would not approve of her being rented out, or any of the other kinky, over-the-top things we have been discussing. Furthermore, multiple partners is something she has been taught is morally reprehensible, maybe even an actual sin, I’m not sure. The one statement she gave, that I suppose says it best, boiled it down to wanting to be sacred to me, and not easily shared with, or shown to, anyone else.

This might be the dream of many men, but it long ago ceased being one of mine. That does not mean I am not thrilled to be shifting directions, and attitudes, but it does mean that I am once again on unfamiliar ground. Being essentially monogamous - well, I haven’t done that since I can’t remember when. It certainly has appeal, and more so because of who I want to be monogamous with. This was never about me getting anything extra, except perhaps money, arousal, and entertainment. Deciding to only have sex with my daughter is nothing new, it’s a commitment I already made, long ago. When I met Mina, she was ready to sew some wild oats, and fuck the world, and we have taken steps in that direction, but now it seems we are going to head off in a new one. Before, the world was available to her (I suppose it still is) she just doesn’t want to take advantage.

This does not change much, in the end. My love, adoration, commitment - they have not lessened one bit. In fact, I gained respect for my hija because she had the courage to speak up, and stand by her convictions. I may not agree with them, but I respect them, and that is all that needs to be in place for me to continue. My lust and desire for Mina will not lessen because of this. She satisfies me on a level that keeps me from needing extra anything, and that has been our agreement from the beginning. Want and need are two very different animals, and I am old enough to know the difference, and to keep the wild one in check. And ultimately, I know my daughter well enough to know that this decision too may be temporary. We have a long future together, and there is no telling what we’ll get into. I have the patience to wait and see, and the love to be quite content along the way. What I need, is Mina by my side. Whether we fuck the world, or just each other, is but a detail. Frankly, I am warming to the notion that it is up to me, and me alone, to keep my sexy kid happy. I don’t know what she’s going to allow us to do, but that’s an adventure I’m excited to begin planning
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Friday is our day
Posted:Apr 1, 2019 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2019 12:34 pm
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Things have been tense between Mina and I for about a week. The reasons don’t matter, and the blame doesn’t need to be placed on any one person. We weren’t growing apart, weren’t in any danger of ending our relationship, things were just strained. Friday is normally our day - the one in which we get to spend several uninterrupted hours together - and I think we were both looking forward to it more than usual, because of how things have been lately. My daughter and I needed to reconnect, so that was our basic plan.

Mina picked me up, and we drove a fair distance to take care of a very important errand. Once accomplished, we were free to do whatever we wanted, and the weather was so nice that a walk in the park seemed like the perfect way to spend a couple of hours together. I honestly can’t remember why I did it, but on the way to the park, my cock managed to escape my pants. My daughter already had her hand in my lap, but once she got hold of my prick, she basically refused to let go. I swear she drove the rest of the way with one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was busy stroking and fondling me. Once we made it to the park, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over, to take my length into her mouth for a few blissful moments. Her only intention was to tease and torment me, since her menstrual cycle had begun, and she was off to a fantastic start.

Our walk led us to a section of river where people launched their personal watercraft, so we first took off in one direction, to hopefully avoid having to actually interact with anyone. The trail led us through some trees, which were laden with crows making enough of a cacophony to begin grating on my nerves. So we shifted direction, and found ourselves walking along a path that ran several feet above the edge of the water. Occasionally, a smaller path would appear, leading to what amounted to a “cliff” edge, that overlooked the river. We explored a couple of them, then finally came upon one that led us just far enough off of the beaten path (and down from it as well) that we remained virtually unseen from every direction except the river. That meant only people going by in boats and other watercraft had the potential to see us. The sun was shining, my hija has a thing for getting naked outside, so you can imagine what happened next.

Daddy sat down facing the water, and his unbearably sexy little daughter placed herself between his legs, facing the same direction. She was naked from the waist up, giving me full access to the most amazing boobies, the cutest little tummy, and the tiniest arms. I touched, and touched some more, and Mina just reclined in my arms and soaked up the sun and attention. When she got up at one point, and turned to face me, I reached back and slid her leggings all the way down to her knees so I could gaze at that delicious little ass of hers. She leaned forward and let me admire and adore, and I was in such heaven! Positions changed, but mostly my kid sat in my lap, and got cuddled and molested.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, curled up in each other, just basking in the sunshine and the love we share. My hands never stopped roaming, touching, caressing, appreciating. Occasionally we heard voices in the distance, and if I leaned forward I could see a couple of people playing with a dog down by the water, but we grew very comfortable in our little space. A few boats buzzed by, but they were far enough away that Mina seemed unconcerned. She remained unclothed and exposed the entire time, and never once tired to cover up or hide. I was overjoyed at this level of comfort, security, and brazen disregard for public decency. Okay, maybe not that brazen…

So there I was, sitting in the grass on the edge of a small cliff, my naked daughter in my lap, sun shining on the both of us as we cuddled and fooled around. Before I could see it, I began to hear a boat approaching, and could tell that it was going to be closer to shore than the rest of them had been. So close, in fact, that I was certain Mina and I would be seen quite easily. Instead of acting to prevent this though, I kept quiet, and continued to pet and caress my kid, uncertain at first if she could also hear the approaching vessel. When it came into (my) view, and Mina did not make a comment, or even move her head, I suspected she had fallen asleep in my arms - something she does on a regular basis, no matter where we are. The suspicion was confirmed when the hand she had been clutching my arm with finally relaxed enough that it began to fall down to her side. It was then that I started to make small movements and adjustments, so that when the two men in the boat came into full view, her entire body would be exposed to them.



I slowly brought her arms down to her sides, then grabbed a breast with each hand and began to molest my daughter again. My furtive glances across the water told me that the men were openly watching, and my hearing was good enough to catch a few random, appreciative comments. They liked what they were seeing, so I kept at it.

I think the boat had almost completely passed by when Mina began to stir. The sun had disappeared behind some clouds, and she had grown cold, so I covered her with my sweater. Moments later, she asked how long the boat had been there, because she was finally awake enough to fully notice it. That is when I admitted to her that I had exposed her naked body to the men while she slept. She seemed to like the notion, giggling about it as I told her the tale. It wasn’t too long after that we gathered ourselves and headed back to the car. The time to return to reality was upon us, and though it was a sad thing, it did not dampen our spirits one bit. I don’t think the day could have gone better. I know we’ll be visiting that spot again soon, if we can’t find something similar to it, closer to home.

Daddy never got to fuck his little girl, though he would have, and damn the resulting mess we would have had to deal with. I longed, then I craved, then I ached for her flesh, and her holes. I got to touch, and touch some more, and we shared plenty of passionate kisses, and embraces. Our energy was intense, the tease and denial a great deal of fun, and I don’t think it would have been a better day even if we had been able to copulate. Daddy got his cock sucked a couple of times, and Mina was hot and wet between her legs most of the afternoon. Just knowing she can turn me on so easily, by simply being the sexy little cunt she is, has begun to have a very positive effect on my daughter. She wants to be naked all the time and wants to revel in this newfound power and confidence she has gained. I am just as thrilled as a Father can be.

On the way home, Mina kept saying she felt immensely happy, as if she had taken a drug made for that very purpose. I felt the same way, and not to take away from the magical moments we shared, but I believe we had both been in such a dark place before Friday that the shift did indeed have an “unreal” quality to it. We’d been bummed for so many days in a row that being happy felt somehow manufactured. I’m not sure that’s the case, I am just so happy to be back on that same plane of existence with my hija. It speaks to how close and connected we have been, since this love turned serious a couple of years ago. We’ve had our rare moments of disagreement, and the occasional argument, but this is the first time I can recall any discord on this level. A great deal led us to the place we were in last week, but it’s a testament to the love, friendship, and history between us that it played out as it did. It’s not the first ripple in our pond, but it might be the first significant wave. We navigated it well, I think, but I am capable of doing / being better. That is what my most prized possession deserves, and that is what I work to provide. That, and some uninhibited naked time by the edge of the river…
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bad Dad
Posted:Mar 31, 2019 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2019 10:20 am
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I am sure that all parents have doubts about “how they are doing” as parents. I’m sure I’m not the only Father that tried to make something better, but wound up making it worse. What do they say the road to hell is paved with? Well, I have miles and miles of good intentions, but the execution of them could use some serious work. Instead of giving advice, I have been criticizing. Instead of lightening the load, I have unintentionally been adding to it. The fault is mine, and the results are adversely affecting many things, including the relationship I have with my daughter.

Recent events have me wondering if I am cut out to be the Daddy I want to be. My irrational, explosive reactions to some things involving my daughter are a sign that I at least need to take an honest look at the situation, before moving forward.

Yes, everyone makes mistakes, nobody is perfect - we all know these things. I am no different, no exception. As a Father, I want to be the person who makes things better, comes to the rescue, fixes what is broken, but there is a limit to this, as there is to most things. If someone has done my hija wrong, I want to avenge her, or at least dry her tears and hold her close to provide some comfort. If she is having a bad day, or a streak of bad luck, I want to be the one to lighten her mood, or find the solutions to the problems that plague her. I want very badly to be Mina’s hero and savior, but I have to begin drawing the line when it comes to repeated, self-produced problems, issues, catastrophes. I will clean up mess after mess, if the reason for those messes is fairly unavoidable, or out of her control. What I will have a difficult time doing, is putting out metaphorical fires that are repeatedly set by my incredible daughter. In other words, if she keeps making mistakes that could have been avoided, that make no sense, we are not going to get along so well. I won’t know how to handle that without getting emotional, or fed up. That doesn’t make me the best of Dads, I know, but at least I’m being honest. It’s a tough thing to anticipate, so time will tell if this works out or not.

Here’s a specific example of something that happened recently, and let me just state that I am not putting this here to shame my sweet kid at all. I am recounting this moment to show just how bad my reaction was. Anyways, Mina sent me a text message a couple nights ago, asking if I could help her get her vehicle to the shop for some repairs the next morning. It was clear something was wrong with it, because the request was sudden and unexpected, but I did not ask her to explain, simply agreed to assist. Fast-forward to her lunch period, the following day. I had already dropped her vehicle off, and the mechanic had been in possession of it for nearly 4 hours. Mina decided, at that moment, to tell me that the night before, a different mechanic had basically disabled her emergency brake because it was malfunctioning. I was livid. By the time we drove over to the mechanic shop, they had already completed work on her vehicle, and could not get it back into rotation. We left without having the issue repaired, and at this moment my daughter is driving around in a vehicle that does not have an emergency brake.

Here’s the deal: there is absolutely no excuse for not telling me, prior to picking up her vehicle, that the emergency brake was not working. There were so many opportunities. Hours and hours between the first text where she asked me to help her, to the next day, when I dropped off the keys to my car with her, right before jumping into her vehicle to take it to get worked on. That was important, vital information, wouldn’t you agree? And because she waited so long to share it, her vehicle is currently a level of unsafe that I consider unacceptable. It is a situation that was totally avoidable. She had way too many opportunities to tell me, and for reasons I cannot fathom she waited until it was too late. That, I cannot understand or abide, and as a result this is what happened:

I yelled a lot. Seriously. During the yelling, I struggled to refrain from saying insulting things. Sometimes, I failed. What control I might normally have in a situation like this, fled immediately, and I am embarrassed to say that I kept on going even when I shouldn’t have. I was furious, and wanted her to know it, to drive the point home. And I did. And eventually I started to see through the anger, to how it was affecting Mina. I tried to stop myself, but I was too late. I’d pushed way too hard, been way too harsh, said way too much. As I leaned forward to try and embrace my daughter, and hopefully shift gears and spend our last few minutes together in a different frame of mind, she came to her end. It was just bad timing. She’d had enough of me, and abandoned ship. As she closed the door to my car I pleaded with her to stop, but she would not. As she walked away from me, I shifted to rage. I yelled at my daughter that she could get her own damn vehicle out of the shop after work, and then raised my middle finger in her direction. That’s right, I flipped off my own kid. How disgusting am I?

There was a lot more to this situation that went wrong, but to tell it all would serve no purpose. To say Mina did several things wrong, versus just this one, would not justify or even explain why I acted the way I did, any more than how the tale stands right now. I lost control, plain and simple. I have to be better, more patient, more understanding. I don’t want to clean up a slew of self-made messes, but if I have to, I don’t need to be a prick about it. The real concern I have, lies in the fact that my daughter has two boys to raise. After my reaction to recent events, I’m not so certain I can and will be the influence on them that I want to be. My confidence in myself has been shaken, and only I am to blame. That’s a difficult and bitter pill to swallow, but at least I’m not in denial. It will be much easier to change if I am working on the actual problem, not shifting blame.

I am a loving, caring, gentle Dad but I am also a very peculiar person. My ways are not the ways of others, and I fear they may never be. There were times when I thought I would try to change Mina’s entire life, but I think now that I’m going to have to take things very slowly, and just hope she benefits from my unending love and friendship. I am not about to give up on her, which means I cannot really give up on myself. If I do, I cannot be around to help, to guide, to love. That is my goal and purpose, more than any changing or altering of habits and attitudes. I just want to be a loving, supportive Father, not a bad Dad.
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Mina, by the hour
Posted:Mar 26, 2019 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2019 3:39 pm
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ONCE AGAIN THE CENSORSHIP OF MY WORDS, BY ALT, IS SO FAR OFF THE MARK IT IS RIDICULOUS. SOMEWHERE IN THIS POST I AM BEING ACCUSED OF TALKING ABOUT VIOLENCE, HATE, OR WEAPONS. IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THE POST, I GUESS THERE ARE WORDS THAT MIGHT SUGGEST I WAS WRITING ABOUT SUCH A THING, BUT IT IS NOT THE REALITY. THE IRONY, OF COURSE, IS THAT THE ACTUAL SUBJECT MATTER OF THIS POST IS PROBABLY BANNED ON THIS SITE, BUT THAT IS NOT SPECIFIC ISSUE, ACCORDING TO THE MESSAGE I RECEIVED. I AM BEING ACCUSED OF WRITING ABOUT SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. AND I AM SERIOUSLY GROWING TIRED OF THIS B.S.

For those new(ish) to this blog, that haven’t gone back and read much, it might come as a shock to know that I like to rent my to strange men. We’ve done this with the same gentleman a few times, and I’ve probably written about all of them. It brings me immense delight to treat my hija like la prostituta, and it benefits her on levels we haven’t even begun to understand or discover. Benefits for either of us aside, it is sexy as fuck to watch my suck another man’s cock, or take it balls deep, from behind, while she is on her hands and knees. Knowing she is making while doing this is the icing on the proverbial cake.

Mina is still quite inexperienced this, and could use some practice. She had the one repeat customer, and was getting used to servicing him, but that was really the extent of her trial period. I know she can, and will do better, but I have to be able to schedule some appointments, and with no free time lately, and no privacy whatsoever, that has been nearly impossible. Now that she is moving into a new living situation, her availability may increase a bit, but lack of privacy will remain an issue. I have a feeling I’m going to be delivering her to the doorstep of a man or two before we finally get things going the way we want. It is my intention to make enough off of my to help , but the bigger goal will be saving up for the next phase, where we move into a house together. I will rent her to men for one-on-one meetings, and plan on offering a very affordable video shoot to those who really just want to drop a load in something, but don’t want the hassle of going on a date, or to a bar. For a small , I will allow them access to Mina and will merely turn on a videocamera in the corner of the room. She will be 0% having sex for but it will be legal because of the recording device. I don’t even plan on giving customers a copy of the footage, it’s just there to keep things legal. As soon as they walk the door, I press the erase button. In this way, my slutty little can be a fucktoy without worrying about breaking the law.

The more I can do this with my , the less she and I will have to work normal jobs. If I can film movies with her, and perhaps keep her identity secret, we can add that revenue as well. Mina is going to support our family with her body, her holes, her flesh, her sex, her willingness, her adventurous spirit. She wants, and needs to explore this kind of treatment. She needs to learn how powerful she is, how valuable she can be, and most of all, how to take pleasure while giving it. With practice and training, I can transform my into a durable, addicted fuck machine. Then, all I have to do is find people willing to for the privilege to ride it. And yes, in the meantime, I am happy to barter that pussy and mouth, those beautiful tits and that tight little ass, for the necessities, or a few little extras that might make our life easier. My is my most prized possession, and she is available to total strangers, by the hour...
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