Call Her Daddy - Revealing the Biggest Cock I’ve Ever Taken

Episode Date: August 12, 2021

Welcome back for another mini episode! This week, Father Cooper breaks it down as to why her clit climax got cancelled in Hawaii. So, insert plan B (no not the pill) but french onion soup, dick and *****. Do you ever wonder the man behind the biggest cock Big Al has ever taken? Well, you are not alone, Mr. Sexy Zoom Man also had the same question – and Father Cooper gives us (and him) the answer. It’s Leo season baby – and your local narcissist Alex Cooper intends to roar her way through Las Vegas in celebration of her big 2-7. If you’re a greedy bitch raise your hand and cheer because yes…to France we go.

What is up, Daddy Gang? It is your founding father, Alex Cooper, with Call Her Daddy. Ah, wow. Island life. So relaxed. So peaceful. Pina colada. Dripping down my chin.

Foursome with the bartender and his lady. A little island romance. My boyfriend rubbing my clit. I'm fucking kidding! I didn't go to Hawaii! Welcome to another fucking mini-episode, daddy! Feel the rain on your skin. Did you guys listen to the Heidi Montag episode? I mean, my God, Lauren Conrad, apparently not successful, has a cold line, still struggling per Heidi Montag.

You got to love it. That was glorious mini episode. A mini episode with a mini tear. So I did not go on vacation. And apparently, and apparently this is a big deal. You can't just cancel vacations. Everyone in my life was like, oh God, Oh my God, you canceled Hawaii literally in the day before like, Whoa. And I was like, I don't see the problem. I canceled it sadly because of work. I wish I had a better story. I wish I was like, so guys sit back, relax and enjoy

that people called the police on me again. And here we fucking no it was I had a work opportunity that I could not pass up and I could not leave Los Angeles people were like did you get COVID no I didn't get fucking COVID so here was the plan step one cancel Hawaiian vacation step two immediately book another vacation okay I knew I can't go to Hawaii but that doesn't mean our entire week has to be fucked so my boyfriend and I went up to Santa Barbara still in Los Angeles I can still do my work and we can still play hey hey hey so we get in the car we drive down the fucking PCH coast and we get there we put our shit in the fucking hotel and we go to dinner. It's 95 degrees. Obviously, I order the French onion soup. And I'm not fucking with that like canned shit.

This was crusted over, cheese seeping out, some of it a little crunched, some of it a little soupy. The onions were longer than a fucking pencil. I was slurping that shit to the back of my throat and I was dousing it down with a goddamn martini. Mr. Sexy Zoo Man gets a salad. We are playing footsies under the table. We are flirting it up. Life is good because now it's time to go back to the bedroom. And I remember starting to dirty talk. Oh my God. Fuck baby. Look at your cock. Oh oh fuck i want that inside of me i'm gonna open my mouth and i want you to slide that down my throat okay i want to take your full santa barbara

to the back to the back of my mendacy what is it i start to rub his dick all over my face and he puts his hand on my chin, lifts my face up off of his cock and asks me a question that he has never asked me. Who has the biggest cock you've ever sucked? I immediately thought, one, is this a fucking trick? Two, who is the biggest dick I've sucked? And rather than sit in my confusion, I decided, stay present and just keep sucking the dick that was in front of me. I think I've avoided the question. He yet again goes, tell me, I want to know. So I kind of just blurt out, he is turned on. See, for me, usually I would ask that and it would be like a trap. Like, haha, I caught you. I knew you fucked her. It's like this time I actually saw this healthy relationship before my eyes.

Like, oh my God, he actually was truthful. He's not upset. If anything, I could feel his dick get harder. So I was like, no, but baby, like your dick is perfect. Like I love it. And I start stroking it and I'm sucking it. And I'm telling him how much I love his dick and how perfect it is for me.

Performance of a lifetime. Remind him like, I don't do this for every dick. I'm going to now put the balls in my mouth while I fully try to shove the entire dick to the back of my throat, down a little bit of my esophagus to make room for the balls. Literally my lips are now touching his pelvis and I lightly take my tongue and with my hands scoop up two of the balls into my mouth. And I now have an entire dick and two balls in my mouth. And before I can really even get comfortable and cozy with the full house that's in my fucking mouth. No, again Onions all over my boyfriend's stomach, all over his fucking dick, in between his fucking ass cheeks. There is French onion soup doused all over my boyfriend, all over the white sheets, the mattress, and there's a little slinger stuck right to my fucking cheek. And I am staring at my dinner.

This was not a puke and rally situation. There's something about pulling a semi-digested onion off of my boyfriend's semi-hard wiener. That really just kills the mood. I will say that onion string definitely tasted better the second time. The moral of the story, Daddy Gang, is they don't serve soup on the island. I should have gone to fucking Hawaii. Is this thing on? go shawty it's your birthday we're gonna party like it's your birthday we're gonna sip the cardi like it's your birthday because we don't give a fuck Get a shout out for the birthday girl. To you. Happy birthday. Happy birthday to.

Rawr. It is Leo season, bitches. Do you read your fucking horoscope? I do. I'm a Leo. I am narcissistic. I'm obsessed with myself. I am the king of the fucking jungle. Literally die. Yeah, it's fucking Leo season. It's going to be my birthday. My birthday is on August 21st. Mark your calendars. I better be getting a lot of DMs and love. Lots of Facebook.

What am I saying? So there's this thing with my birthday. Because I am a narcissist, you would assume it's a whole fucking month you're celebrating me. But that's not really how it's ever gone. Because August 21st for me, my entire life has meant soccer fucking preseason. Literally, I grew up and soccer consumed and dictated my August. So for the past few years, it's definitely been like weird to actually be able to celebrate it. But also for the past few years, I've been dating fucking assholes. So it's never been really the right time to celebrate my birth or my existence except

for this year. For my 27th birthday on August 20th and 21st, I am going to fucking Vegas with a large group of friends and I am fucking paying for my own private plane. It is going to be the best 37 minute private plane fucking excursion experience anyone has ever taken. I will be so drunk. I promise you I will be so intoxicated by the time that I land in Las Vegas. It is going to be a good time. And you all know that I will obviously be podcasting from Vegas. Daddy gang, get excited for the Vegas adventures and my birthday.

What could go wrong? Bonjour. What is the next word? Bienvenue à Paris. Bienvenue à Paris. Bienvenue à Paris. Yeah, I did Google it. Bonjour. Bienvenue en France.

En France. En France. Bienvenue en France. Bienvenue en France. Bonjour. Bienvenue en France. Bienvenue en France. Why is she so drunk?

Bienvenue en France. Bienvenue en France. Bonjour. Bienvenue en France. What the fuck? Listen, I'll do it myself. Hello, friends. Bonjour. Bienvenue, friends. What the fuck? Listen, I'll do it myself. Hello, motherfuckers. We are going to a little bit. I look good.

That can't sound good in the fucking ears. We're going to... Question. Question. Questions of the week, baby. Oh, questions of the week. Number one. Hi, father. I need advice. When I was a teenager, I had a pretty bad home life my parents were alcoholics and I was dating this guy who was my first love we dated for a year and towards the

end I did a lot of toxic shit and said horrible things until he finally left me I would have left too flash forward to present day and I'm married with three kids and he is in a relationship and has two kids I have gone to therapy and was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder PTSD and anxiety the past year I have felt extremely guilty for the things that I did and blamed him for such as self-harming I keep wanting to apologize but don't want him to think I'm crazy or piss off his girlfriend all I want to do is apologize what do I do please help wow okay well first of all thank you so much for writing in and sharing your story um my first reaction is like I really respect you

wanting to make amends and apologize for how you treated a past partner and can relate I think it's big of you obviously I think in old call her daddy days if you were like reaching out to an ex and writing a letter it would be like for personal gain but it's I'm reading this and it's like damn this is great that you're doing this um out of like good intentions not only to help yourself but hopefully also help him if you did hurt him so my suggestion would be I would maybe like write a handwritten letter and I think it shows that you put thought into it and it can't be interpreted as like an impulsive drunk text or dm or decision it shows you like really thought this out and I also think that even if he has a like current partner maybe even include them in the note like hey like you can also share this

with your partner and show them like as if like you have nothing to hide if anything you're just someone from his past that is like trying to right her wrongs and like show up and be a fucking better person and like do right by him now that you've had time to reflect and I feel like if I if my boyfriend got like a letter like that from someone and it was like you can also show your girlfriend this or your current partner like there's no other agenda I feel like that's so harmless and listen I think you never owe anyone an explanation regarding your own therapy journey but I do think it's impactful to say this is something that you've thought of you've put time and energy into in your own therapy to show him

like oh shit this this person is really coming at it from like such a different lens than they used to and I also feel like if you're like nervous and you're like wait how do I even begin this my therapist always says this blame it on your therapist that is literally my therapist always says that she's like blame it on me just say hey so I was discussing this with my therapist always says this blame it on your therapist that is literally my therapist always says that she's like blame it on me just say hey so I was discussing this with my therapist and it's actually something I would love to address with you and she suggested she suggested I write a letter overall daddy I'm really proud of you and your growth and I think it's like amazing that you're on this journey towards finding like rewriting your narrative for yourself and the fact that you're not okay with maybe decisions you made in the past I feel like we're all that way and like it's

really mature of you that you're going about it this way so find your peace I think that's completely understandable and if anything it's admirable I love you okay hi father I just wanted to get your opinion on something that I've been thinking about for a while. So I have a wedgie fetish and was wondering how I should deal with that. Should I be more open about it? I'm comfortable with it being my kink and knowing that everyone has their kinks. But my issue is that I don't know how to deal with it in a relationship or family setting. Should I bring it up at therapy or family setting. Should I bring it up at therapy or something as well? I'm curious to hear your thoughts and advice. Okay. Well,

first of all, I think I need some clarifying questions, if that makes sense. Like, do you, pertaining to the wedgie category, do you like giving wedgies or do you like receiving wedgies or do you enjoy staring at someone's crotch trying to determine the degree of the wedge I could imagine then what you're saying about maybe that is it like that could be the family dynamic I feel like maybe you're not trying to like honestly what I'm imagining is you sitting at a family party and having an uncontrollable urge and jumping up and giving and giving and giving grandma a wedgie so intense that she flies out of her chair and like is sent to the hospital um but hey there is no kink shaming here on call her daddy I'm just trying

to like understand engage like in what capacity is this wedgie fetish like are you doing it do you want it done to you? Or do you like looking at it? I'm also trying to imagine how this would be incorporated into the bedroom. Maybe, maybe like, okay, let's maybe say she's on her hands and her knees giving you head. Okay. And instead of you pulling her hair or like some bondage action, you reach behind her and you, and you give her panties a good old yank. Like I would suggest maybe also having a safe word though, because she may not be mentally prepared for it. And nothing sucks more than an asshole chafing and chapping. Do you know what I mean? So if your partner is down for it,

like, Hey baby, I have a really big fetish. It's a wedgie fetish. Do you mind if I yank and tuck and you can scream, but like, do you mind if I get a little in and around that asshole? But listen, overall, if this kink overtakes you to the point where you're giving, where you are going up to innocent people and bystanders on the street and giving them wedgies, I would say, yeah, bring this up to your therapist. And I definitely think, listen, whenever you are writing in guys and kinks and family are in the same paragraph, definitely geared towards just talking it through with your therapist because we don't want you to have like a sudden urge and it just happens to be like god forbid instead of like a hot girl which

again that would not be okay if you just went and grabbed her undies but like god forbid it's like uncle marty in front of you and you just take a hold of his trousers like that could end in that could end in a riff in the family divide. Okay. Hi, father. I know we're all health and wellness here, but I recently was in a situation where I wanted to be a good person, yet I also wanted to be a savage. What would you have done if you were me? So I've been talking to this guy from Hinge for a straight week.

Like absolutely fire conversation to the point where I was like, wow, this is going so great. This may be my future boyfriend right here. I'm in an Uber to meet him and he texts me where his table at the places and what color shirt he was wearing. I pull up and can see the red shirt from inside the Uber. My stomach falls to the ground because he's a fucking catfish. He didn't, if he did not tell me what color shirt he was wearing, I would have never found him. Jesus Christ. If you were me, would you get out and follow through with the date or have the Uber speed away? Fuck. Oh, like that's so sad. Cause my heart almost like breaks. Okay. okay sorry I'll like give you the savage answer in a second but my heart breaks for that person because if there's anyone so aware

like it's him and I'm assuming he was either shorter than expected or had like a receding hairline that was not even it was his ball like whatever it was like it was outrageous that you the fact that you said you couldn't find him like thank god for the red shirt um if anything him telling you the red shirt it solidifies he knows he's a catfish why would he be like I have the red shirt on well I've seen your pictures mine I know what you look oh wait here's the thing I guess it depends where you're at in your life okay so like for example if you're so open to dating and you're like in that mood where you're at in your life okay so like for example if you're so open to dating and you're like in that mood where you're like going on date after date after date I do think sometimes giving people the benefit of the doubt like I bet that guy may be like I don't know I guess I bet but like maybe

he's a great fucking person you know and like guys have insecurities too not just women about looks and I think sometimes like I don't know maybe like sitting down with him and like getting to know him and like the fact that you guys you just said you had a great week of texting like you said it was fire conversation looks aren't everything and if anything if it was a receding hairline shit baby by the 50 all of them are fucking gone anyway so who really gives a fuck about looks right so I would say give him a chance however I've also been in a situation where I am so fucking exhausted from dating I've gotten bad date after bad date and if you roll up there and you see this I don't think there's anything wrong

with you dipping out and texting and being like I am so fucking sorry something came up with my family like I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight I think you have to just gauge where you're at mentally because I think always giving someone the benefit of the doubt is the best and most mature way to go but dating wise people are fucking struggling man like I don't know I just feel like especially guys like if he was a catfish on the internet like maybe he actually did look like that at one point you know what I mean like you never know like that was from high school and now it's just I don't know I just have to have sympathy but also take care of yourself what are you in the mood for and like what can you personally handle that night if you're on your fucking mother Teresa shit get out

of the fucking car step up and go to fucking red shirt man and give him a fucking smooch and sit down and be like you look nothing like your pictures um i'm no you could honestly sit down with him and like have a convo and then like take a picture of him while you're on the date like you should like make this your new dating profile picture this is really a good pic of you and obviously i'm never gonna see you again but i'm also helping the rest of the women that now will match with you pay it forward sweetheart you know what I mean okay so I finally pulled the trigger and started going to therapy it's only been two weeks and I don't even know what to talk about I feel like I used to think of all these things that I wanted to

talk about but now I can't even think of anything so I feel like I'm paying for nothing. Father Cooper, help. Okay. Three out of three for therapy today, guys. We're really on a fucking roll. I love this question. So obviously I am not a therapist. Maybe for Halloween this year. But I can definitely speak to my own experiences here. So in the beginning, I went into therapy and I was in the middle of like a crisis, like dealing with friend drama and like the fucking roommate shit and worked all this shit. And I was

like, let me ask my therapist how to solve the crisis. And it's always easy to go to therapy when you're in crisis mode, you know? And then once the crisis was solved, then I'm on like my third session and I'm like, Hey, she's like, so what's up today? And I'm like hey she's like so what's up today and I'm like I don't know and so I started to just go into the background of like my life and like my family so I think number one example or number one advice would be giving background on just maybe your family dynamic siblings friends past romantic relationships just start going into that and naturally, oh, just mention your past relationships. You won't even get to the family or your siblings or your friends. Just mention your last relationship and she'll take it from there. I just think in the beginning,

a therapist is trying to gather as much information as possible. So you may not feel that big like, aha, like groundbreaking moment for a little bit and I think if anything that's good you're not going in there in crisis and also I think another advice I have for you is I personally don't like journal in the typical sense of like every day I have a journal but I do like therapy journal in my notes in my phone obviously if I'm in a fight with someone going or going through something stressful that's like I'll start that with my therapy session. But thankfully, like that's not every week. So through the week leading up to my therapy sessions, I will lightly just like jot down quick notes on my phone in the moment that like, I may want to bring something up like,

oh, why did I make that comment to like my boyfriend? You know what I mean? Like, oh, I felt like I would, there was something more into that. Am I triggered by that? Am triggered by that am I angry like why did that hurt my feelings like why was I upset by that comment on the internet this week that like really got to me nothing is ever too small or insignificant to bring up to your therapist everything that you say helps your therapist get to know you better. So I get it. You're like, uh, I got nothing for you. You do just start literally talking about your life and then they will kind of work with you through it. And as I've said before, listen, I know it's not easy, but be truthful with your therapist. You're paying them to listen and hear you out. Honestly, you can look at them and be like, I don't know what to talk about today. could literally say that to your therapist and I bet

they will also then start like all right well let's talk about like your family or like what does this week look for you and then you start discussing what's going to be coming in this week for you and she's like oh wait do you like your job what are your co-workers like what is your like social life to work like balance and all of a sudden you're like oh fuck here we go so it will it will come you just have to kind of go into it and like just know that anything you're saying is going to help them start to get underneath a lot more for you I hope this is helpful okay hi daddy love and worship you. Love you too, dad. What is your recommendation for having sex when your dog is in the room? Threesome, baby. I have a tiny studio apartment and my dog

always wants to be around me. Trying to have an orgasm and not have my asshole licked to bits by my dog at the same time. Honestly, little double entendre. I love that little action. You can't get that. There is no vibrator that will lick your asshole. Thank your dog later. Guys. Okay. I personally see nothing wrong with bestiality. And luckily I don't have this issue with angel baby Henry. He actually, um, gets involved mid foreplay and we'll jump on the bed. And then, like I said, he'll eat the asshole. Listen, thankfully, Henry actually gets scared when Mr. Sexy Zoom Daddy and I are having sex and he hides under the nightstand in the bedroom or under the couch. And I mean, I guess, honestly, maybe just get one of those like Kong toys. What are they called? Like a toy that you can put peanut butter in. The dog will be there for a solid fucking seven minutes.

And maybe that little tongue to the asshole is the finale that you needed to pop that good. Oh, you're mid fucking your boyfriend can't find your clit. The dog comes from behind you. Lube it up with that peanut butter. He shoves his tongue in your asshole and you're fucking good to go, baby. You're like, oh, fuck, baby. That was the best orgasm. He's like, it's our fucking dog.

I'm on the ground. Like, what the fuck? Yeah, I think get them a toy that has some food in it and they'll be good for a solid seven minutes because I get that when they're like, I love how I'm like a fucking dog mom now. Also, everyone that DMs me being like, do you remember? Do you remember, Alex? I'm like, I know what you're talking about. You don't even have to fucking say it after that.

Do you remember when you used to shit on people that used to post their dog so much on social media? Yeah, I do. And I changed my fucking mind. Have you ever changed your mind in your life? You would too if you fucking had Henry in your life. Okay. So yeah, I don't really know if I clarified, but just give your dog a treat or let him enjoy the fun. Okay. Dogs want to have fun too. The trolls are going to be angry. Okay. Alex, your child is in need of some top notch fatherly advice. And my boyfriend has a very weird kink and I don't know what to do. Wow, we're on like therapy and kink train today. I've got you, sweetheart. Tell me what's up. She says, to set the scene, I'm 23 and have been with my boyfriend who is 26 for three years. After a year

of dating, he confided in me and told me a sexual kink that he had never told anyone, let alone even said out loud. He told me that he has an adult diaper fetish. Now, I don't consider myself vanilla whatsoever, but this sure as hell took me by surprise. He explained that he doesn't quite understand it himself. He doesn't find pleasure in quote unquote baby play or in like using the bathroom in the diaper or like using the bathroom in the diaper. Oh, right. Taking a giant shit. Okay. Which confuses me on another level, but I suppose that is besides the point. After a couple of weeks of not talking about it again, I bought some and wore one for him as a surprise. Okay, girl, really leaning the fuck in. He was very taken aback and didn't seem as excited as I anticipated.

Oh no. That really shocked me and actually made me feel like I did it wrong in some way. After that incident, we didn't talk about it again. We moved in together one year and five months ago. As I was packing up my stuff, I asked him what I should do with the diapers as we're moving. And he just told me to throw them away, which totally shot my confidence down about it even more. Around three months ago, he brought it up again and said he would like to try it again. And I told him that I'm going to really need him to tell me about it and how to act about it and tell me what the fuck he likes so he ordered some in a tie oh my god in a tie-dye pattern of all things and I wore one for him we didn't have sex then but he seemed super turned on I wonder what you guys did did you just like stand in front of him and like

slap on the tie-dye in wearing that for him. I realized that I am not turned on by this whatsoever and actually feel quite uncomfortable. I love him with my whole heart and want him to be able to satisfy and want to be able to satisfy his fantasies. But this one is just really hard for me to understand slash play into, especially with his tendencies to not explain things very well when it involves vulnerability. I freaking adore you and the daddy gang. And you guys, hopefully you guys can help me with this conundrum. Keep killing it, dad. Okay. Wow. So I think there's a lot of things going on here. I think number one is you're both feeling so insecure right now. Clearly he's feeling vulnerable. You're feeling insecure.

I'm sorry, but like trying to picture myself knowing my boyfriend has a kink and he just has what the kink is and no description of what he likes about it or how to do it. And it's like something that you've never even heard of. Like, what am I supposed to do? You're slapping on a big baby diaper and you're just like, stand, do you like not have a bra on? Like, what are you like phil pick what is the dill pickles tommy pickles here's tommy pickle standing in front of your fucking boyfriend and he's giving you no direction you're feeling like an idiot because you're like i'm extending the olive branch baby i hit up fucking baby rs rs rs and i'm fucking standing here vulnerable and like he's not giving you direction.

I think what you need to do is it reminds me all the way back to like when I had sex with Emily on. Have a conversation about kinks or sex or things you want to do outside of the bedroom. So whether it's a romantic night or a movie night, I think you can like pause the movie and turn to him in the least

aggressive way and be like babe I love you so much and I know if I had a kink you would be right by my side right there to try to fulfill that kink for me that's what I've been trying to do ordering the diapers and putting the diapers on and standing there waiting for you to give me, like, and maybe the answer is he doesn't know. And you're just, and maybe you can just say to him, like, I'm just looking for a little bit of guidance so that I can please you. And his answer is probably going to be, I don't know what I want. There's just something about diapers that turns him on. So I think if anything, maybe you could say, why don't you like work on like jacking off into the diaper or watching some type of porn that has diapers in it and like start to

try to understand where does he get off to the diaper maybe it's not you wearing it maybe it's him wearing it maybe it's just on the fucking bed and he like holds it while he's like fucking you or something like you never know but maybe there's just something the fucking bed and he like holds it while he's like fucking you or something like you never know but maybe there's just something that will spark if you guys explore a little bit more that he'll be like oh that's what's getting me off about it because right now all we know is his subject is diapers he gets fucking horny and that's as far as it goes where do you fit into that equation dude you can get him and you his and hers the huge diapers and like dress up as babies for Halloween and maybe you'll have like crazy kinky sex maybe he'll feel like

the most in his element and the most accepted and all of a sudden like you guys keep the um the uh costumes for after Halloween and you guys like keep putting them on and you have like diaper Halloween nights and you like fucking your diapers again only if you're also down don't just do this if your boyfriend's like wanting it and you're like I literally have nightmares now about like big babies this week's episode was quite fun I blacked out a little bit but isn't that the point of the goddamn mini episodes um next week I have something fun for you planned and there won't be a guest I've seen some of your DMs you like the solo episodes which does the narcissist in me again Leo season remember I kind of love it I do love to hear that sometimes you guys are missing the solo dolos that really

warms my heart so next week daddy gang there's gonna be a little fucking birthday surprise coming up your assholes and it's gonna be a fun one so you know the motherfucking drill I will see you fuckers next Wednesday