One of the challenges of being a whore to the men who golfed with your dad and that often said hello to your Mom at the grocery store is that they so often feel like I am not there as whore.
Mr Tate had known me when for years as Glen, the son to one of his weekend golf buddy. He would often tell me stories of how when him and Dad were out golfing they would talk about me.
I even heard some stories from Mr Tate that left me feeling good. Even though Dad was not happy with my life, his love for me whether it be as Glen or as Yvonne often came out in the stories Mr Tate told. (I never called Mr Tate Steve. It was always either Mr Tate or Daddy.)
Mr Tate wanted to be my daddy and he would take me out to dinner and then when we got back 'home' I would go to my room.
Lots of men like me to call them "Daddy' as they are fucking me, but it was different with Mr Tate. My room had been Lucy's room before she went off to college. And Mr Tate would call me Lucy throughout dinner and throughout the night as we fuck.
One night he sent me up to 'my' room to change for dinner which was our normal routine. He liked me to wear Lucy''s clothes. He had set out the outfit I was to wear. The panties were thongs and they broke as I was putting them on. Going to tthe dresser to get another pair of panties, I found a very sexy corset in the drawer that had not been there. It then occurred to me that maybe the panties were meant to break. I put on the corset and then I waited in bed.
"Daddy," I began when he entered the room. "Your little girl is really really horny and not the least bit horny. It has been so long since my Daddy showed me how much he loves his little Lucy. Lucy wants some Daddy dick right now. Lucy doesn't want to go some silly restaurant. Lucy wants to stay right here and get fucked right now."
He reached for his buckle and started to undo his trounser. I was saving that corset for later, but I see you found it so maybe now is later."
As was so often the case, even after I had seen it several times, I gasped as he pulled out his dick. Mr Tate did have a really big cock, a really reallly big cock.
For being a bit creative that night he gave me an extra two bills.
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