Touching my hair has always made me horny. Whether you are sensually running your fingers through it or yanking my ponytail from behind as you bang me hard, it makes me wet. My brother has a need for hair, a true hair fetish, and I’m a pain slut phone sex diva. I knew we were a match back when we were young. You were turned on by my blonde hair when I was just a girl. You would brush it until it gleamed, one hand on the brush, the other on your swollen cock. You knew that tweaking a strand of my hair in public would send us both running for the nearest spot to fuck like animals. We ended up in restrooms, stockrooms, and alleys. Just last night I found out exactly how much of a hair fetish you had. I was beside you watching TV, my head in your lap. You were stroking my hair lightly, feeling its silkiness. A gentle tug, your quickened breath, and I realize that you were using my hair to jerk your cock. I turned to watch my strands slide up and down your swollen shaft. You flipped me over and entered my pussy from behind, grabbing my love locks. Your fist tightened along with your balls. I was screaming with my own orgasm when you pulled out and shot your load all over my hair, drenching me in cum. I pulled a strand between my lips, sucking your fuck juice from it and smiling. It’s the best hair conditioner there is and I need my daily leave in treatment.
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Ride me hard and yank my hair.
Cheering For Daddy
When my daughter walked in the house and announced she was trying out for cheerleader, it sent a little thrill through me. It was like deja vu and brought back memories I was so happy to relive. As a young girl, I had made much the same announcement. My mom was happy for me when I made the squad, but my Dad was something else entirely. He watched me practice for hours on end and he took me in to be fitted for my uniform. When I left that little uniform shop, he insisted I wear that uniform home. He wanted me to wear it all the time and I noticed Daddy watching me any time I was wearing it. When some girlfriends from the squad came over, he begged us to perform for him. When we finally did, he had to quickly excuse himself. Finally, I figured out what was going on. Daddy had a thing for cheerleaders. Later, when we were alone, he admitted seeing me in my little cheer skirt was keeping his cock rock hard. No longer wanting to tease my loving Daddy, I did a cheer just for him, which ended in me doing a split right on Daddy’s big hard cock.
Thinking back to all the times my Daddy ended up fucking me in my uniform throughout school had my pussy soaking. As I picked up the phone in one hand, my other hand was happily playing in my panties. When Daddy answered the phone, I told him my baby girl was going for cheerleader. He told me in a hushed voice he would be coming into town for try outs. Maybe my baby girl will get the benefit of her Grandpa’s cheer fetish.
Hmm, I bet I can still squeeze into my college cheer uniform for Daddy.




















