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Daddy’s Home
We met online and chatted together for weeks. Though he’s only about ten years older than I am, there was never any doubt in either of our minds that he was my Daddy, and I his little girl. He was patient and kind in the beginning, always taking time out of his busy day to respond to my texts and emails, even if it was just to tell me that he was too busy to talk and would message me later.
I got into the habit of sending him texts at work to show him what I was wearing, often just a pair of panties and a t-shirt while bent over the couch like I was waiting to be fucked. Or, kneeling on my bathroom floor, looking up at the camera’s lens so he would know what it was like to stand over me.
Finally, after weeks of teasing him, I got the response I’d been waiting for.
“You know, Krissy,” his text read, “one of these days I’m going dress you up like a little princess, and then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never had it before.”
The comment got me so wet I had to shove a handful of tissue down the front of my panties to keep from soaking through the furniture.
“Oh yeah, Daddy?” I teased in my response. “What are you going to do, tear my panties off, force your way inside of me . . . **** me?”
His reply was a simple “Yes.”
Not to be outdone, I took things even farther with my reply. “What if I LIKE it?”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
Date Night
I was dressed like a boy when Daddy picked me up and said we were going out for dinner. First, he said, we had some shopping to do. We stopped at a local sex shop and looked at some lingerie. He picked a few things off the racks along with a few pairs of panties that were on sale, and pointed towards the dressing rooms. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “Go try them on.”
While I was in there changing, my phone dinged with a text from him. “Let’s see.”
I showed him what I had on; a sexy satin cami and panty set, He texted back: “Leave those on and put the rest of your clothes back on, just take the tags off so I can pay for them.”
At the checkout, an attractive woman in her 40’s was ringing through the purchases and telling Daddy about the return policy when he slid the price tags of the outfit I was wearing over to her. “This one too.”
She looked at him and then to me, then back at him, confused. He explained, “He decided to wear it home.”
She blushed . . . I blushed . . . and then she rang it through and gave him the total. Outside, he was grinning at me, enjoying my embarrassment. We enjoyed a light dinner at a quiet place nearby, and it was there that he decided it was time to discuss limits and protocol.
“Whenever we’re alone, you’ll call me Daddy, and you’re Krissy. Whether we’re at your place or mine, you’ll wear whatever I choose for you to wear, no arguments, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Some days,” he explained, “I might just like you in a t-shirt and panties, like in the pics you like to send me at work. And other times I’ll want you dressed up like a slutty school-girl, makeup, wig, nail polish . . .shaved legs, all of it. I also want you to show me how to use that remote butt plug you were talking about, so I can torture your tight little ass from where ever I am.”
The toy he’s referring to is a Lovense Hush, a powerful vibrating butt plug that can be controlled from the other side of the world using a simple smartphone. The fun part about it is that people have created patterns of vibrations that go on for as long as 30 minutes, and all Daddy has to do is send one to my phone while the toy is inside of me, and it will play itself out, regardless of where I am or who is around me. The fact that he wants to use it on me shows me that he’s not just looking to fuck me, he wants to own my ass even when he can’t be there.
“Now . . . let’s talk about limits.”
Sipping my beer I nod eagerly.
“Kissing?”
I shook my head, “Not on the mouth unless it’s just a quick kiss, no tongue. Other than that you can kiss me wherever you like, especially if I’m restrained.”
“Blowjobs?”
I sighed, “I can’t deep throat, Daddy, and if you make me gag a few times I’ll have to say our safeword or else I’ll puke on you. Also, I HATE the taste of precum, always have, so I like to use some flavoured lube in the beginning and then more if it goes on for a while. If I have use of my hands I’ll put it on you as I need it, but if I’m restrained you’ll have to remember to do it for me, it’s very important Daddy.”
“Of course, Princess,” he smiled. “How about anal?”
I felt myself blush, “What about it Daddy?”
“Do you like it?”
Unable to answer, I nod.
“A LOT?”
I nod again.
“Have you ever let a man cum inside of you?”
Looking around to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation, I lean in and whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”
He whispers back, “Did you like it?”
“Yes and no. It was kind of humiliating and exciting all at the same time, especially after he left and I could feel his cum making my panties wet no matter how many times I changed. But, once I’d let a guy do it to me, I started having dreams about it. Now I want it all the time, the hard part is finding guys I can believe when they tell me that they’re clean.”
“I’m clean,” he interjected, “I get tested for work every six months, be happy to show you the results.”
I nodded and moved on, “Then I’d let you do it to me, Daddy.”
“Good. And how do you like it? Hard, gentle . . . fast, slow . . . rough?”
“Yes to all of those, it just depends on the day. I generally like it either face down on a bed, or bent over a counter or table or whatever. I’d also like you to use lots of lube and take your time when you put it inside me . . . just until I’m worked in. Unless . . .”
“Yes?”
My face is getting even hotter . . .
“Unless . . . sometimes, I’m so horny and I want it so bad that I don’t mind if it hurts. In fact, it’s actually better if it hurts a little as long as you finish quick.”
“And how would I know when it was okay to do that to you?”
After a moment of thought, I answer, “I’ll ask you if you want to hurt me, and if you say yes I’ll tell you it’s okay.”
Daddy nodded approvingly and leaned back in the booth with his arms folded as he grinned at me. “Tell me, Krissy, what do you fantasize about?”
I have a feeling he already knows, but I tell him anyway.
“I have the same dream a few times a week, and have had it for years . . .”
“Go on . . .”
“It’s especially strong if I’m sleeping in panties or lingerie, which I pretty much do every night . . .”
“I figured as much . . . go on . . .”
“Well, I dream that I’m sleeping, and a man comes into my room in the dark. He slides the blanket off of me and I’m lying on the bed face down . . . he touches me gently as not to wake me at first . . . stroking my hair, my back, my ass . . .”
“Yes, and?”
“Then he tapes my wrists together, sometimes it’s rope or handcuffs . . . after that he starts to get a little rough. I’m wide awake by then so he doesn’t care, not now that he’s got me restrained. He rolls me over and starts lubing up himself up with a bottle from my nightstand . . .”
“The flavored stuff?”
I nod and go on, “And then he holds me down and makes me blow him.”
“Do you try to fight him?”
“Not really . . . I squirm a little and groan, but I can’t move, so I just do what he wants.”
“As you should. What happens after that? Does he cum in your mouth?”
“Sometimes . . . or sometimes he cums on my face. Sometimes, he saves it for when he’s fucking me. And sometimes, he likes to shoot video of what he’s doing with my phone, and all I can see is the bright light white in my eyes as he fucks my mouth. After that he gets behind me and I’m facedown on the mattress, I can feel his hands all over me, he’s holding me down and fingering me and calling me a slut, making me say that I LIKE it . . .”
Daddy closes his eyes for a moment and moans, “That is so hot, go on.”
“Then . . . he tears my panties off and shoves them into my mouth so I can’t scream, and he starts grinding his cock into me. I squirm and beg and struggle but he doesn’t care, and it’s only a matter of time before he finds the spot and I feel him push inside of me.”
“Condom?”
I shook my head, “Never.”
“So . . . how does he do it? Slow and deep?”
“No . . . in the dream he fucks me really fast and really hard. And before he cums inside of me, he makes sure I know he’s going to do it. And then he starts to fuck me REALLY hard until I feel him shoot inside of me.”
After a minute or two of silence, Daddy weighs in, “Well, Krissy, that’s quite the dream. And you dream about that all the time?”
“Almost every day. I wake up face down on my bed in panties with a raging hard on, and imagine some man coming in and having his way with me.”
“And the thought gets you hot?”
I shake my head, “It gets me dripping. I’ve woken up absolutely soaked in cum.”
“Thank you for sharing that with me, I think I may want to indulge in that a little with you one day. Any others?”
“Dreams?”
“Or fantasies?”
“Some . . . I built this pillory, you know, like a medieval stockade?”
Daddy nods. “I do.”
“I made it to fit over my bed and hung a mirror on the wall.”
Daddy’s eyes lit up, “Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“Used it yet?”
I shook my head, “Not yet.”
“Haven’t found the right guy, or guys?”
“Nope.”
“But you’d like to?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Both ends huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Been spitroasted before?”
“Yeah.”
“More than once?”
“A few times.”
“Mmm,” he smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind for the future, maybe invite a couple guys over to fuck my little girl . . . any other fantasies?”
“Not really . . . I mean, I’ve never gone out fully dressed as a girl, and not that I want to go out to a restaurant or anything, it might be fun to go for a drive . . . maybe park somewhere with a view . . .”
“Sounds romantic,” Daddy pointed out, “But you don’t kiss, so what would you be doing out there?”
I grinned back at him, “Something else with my mouth.”
“Good girl. What else, something taboo . . .”
“Prison?”
“What?!?” he laughed.
“Yeah . . . always been a fantasy to be locked up in prison and my cell mates both have huge 10 inch cocks. But I have a feeling that the real thing isn’t much fun . . . another one is to have an office job where my boss pays me to blow him and let him fuck me in the ass every day. When he makes conference calls I’m under the desk sucking his cock, when he has board meetings I’m hogtied on the floor in his office and he’s controlling the remote butt plug in me . . . another one is to have my Daddy put me up as the prize in a poker game. If I win, I only have to let Daddy fuck me, if not they ALL get to fuck me.”
After a moment to absorb it all, he asks, “Is that all of them?”
“Are you k**ding? I could give you dozens more, but those are the ones that come to mind.”
Daddy smiled and nodded at me before gesturing to the waitress and making the universal signal for “check please” and looking me over like a starving man regards a turkey dinner. “Let’s get out of here.”
First Contact
Daddy took me home and stayed long enough to collect some things, and then he took me to his place. Once there, he handed me a beer and pointed me to the nearest bathroom. “Take all the time you need, Krissy.”
When I emerged an hour later, I was fully transformed, and Daddy was standing by the front door with his keys in hand. “You look wonderful, Krissy,” he said warmly. “Let’s go for a drive.”
I was dressed in the slutty schoolgirl outfit . . . fishnet stockings, a short pleated skirt, the satin panties and cami I’d worn out of the store, and a long blonde wig. I went heavy with the makeup around my eyes, and around my lips, the perfect little slut for a deserving Daddy. I put on a motorcycle jacket for warmth and my high-heeled boots, after which we headed out, leaving my masculinity on his bathroom floor.
By the time Daddy found us a nice quiet place near the canal where we could watch the ships pass and parked, my panties were already getting wet. He’d taken me shopping for lingerie, then to dinner, then allowed me into his home, and now he was fulfilling an item on my bucket list of fantasies . . . I probably would have let him bend me over the hood of his car and fuck me right then and there, but as it turned out he just wanted a simple kiss followed by a blowjob.
But first, he told me to look in his glovebox.
Half scared that I was going to find a rubber horsecock crammed in there, I was relieved when I found only a small bottle of flavoured lube.
I tested a little on the tip of my finger and smiled . . . watermelon, then I rubbed some on my lips and gave him a little kiss so he could see for himself. “Thank you Daddy,” I said, stroking his thigh and then fumbling with his belt.
“You’re welcome Princess,” he said, using the button to lower his seat until he was nearly horizontal.
I gently lowered his zipper, took him out, and slathered a handful of the new lube onto his hard cock, teasing the tip with the tip of my finger and watching his body go tense as a board.
I leaned over towards him and whispered in his ear, “Do you like that Daddy?”
“Fuck yes, Krissy, that feels amazing . . . “
I put my head in his lap and made sure he could feel my hot breath on his cock and stomach as I asked, “What do you want me to do Daddy, do you want me to put it in my mouth?”
“Yes, little girl,” he said through a moan, “show Daddy what you can do.”
I showed him, and within a few minutes he was giving me a courtesy tap on the shoulder to let me know he was about to cum. He shot three long hot spurts into my mouth, each of which I swallowed right away, and I kept on sucking and twirling my tongue until I felt his hard on begin to fade in my mouth.
When I looked up at him for his approval, wiping his cum from the corners of my mouth, he looked at me as though I’d just performed a death defying act of skill as he said, “Damn Krissy, JESUS.”
Daddy Breaks Me In
Back at his place, Daddy was a perfect gentleman. I touched up my makeup and changed into a long t-shirt and a little thong before joining him in the livingroom. We had a few drinks by candlelight after which point I think we were both getting a little sleepy. Daddy excused himself to take a hot shower before bed and I curled up on the single mattress in the guest bedroom.
I fell fast asleep with warm thoughts of how exciting it had been to go lingerie shopping, our conversation over dinner, and the subsequent drive out to the canal. I thought of how good it felt to please him and how important it had been that I make him cum, as a sign of obedience and gratitude.
I didn’t hear him come in . . . and I barely felt him sit on the bed beside me. I didn’t even know he was there until he was winding the “****-tape” around my wrists behind my back. His hands were all over me, probing inside of me, squeezing my fake tits, rubbing my crotch and yanking at my panties. They were roughly pulled to one side and I felt a handful of warm sticky lube being rubbed over my opening. He inched his way forward on the bed forcing my legs open wider and wider until he had me up on my knees with my face buried in the mattress, and the tip of his cock was probing me, searching for the sweet spot.
When he entered me, it was very sudden. First he was outside and the hot wet tip of his cock was barely touching me, then he was at least four inches inside of me, and I was screaming into the mattress.
“That’s a good girl,” he said gently. “I know this hurts so I’ll try and make it quick.”
Krissy
We met online and chatted together for weeks. Though he’s only about ten years older than I am, there was never any doubt in either of our minds that he was my Daddy, and I his little girl. He was patient and kind in the beginning, always taking time out of his busy day to respond to my texts and emails, even if it was just to tell me that he was too busy to talk and would message me later.
I got into the habit of sending him texts at work to show him what I was wearing, often just a pair of panties and a t-shirt while bent over the couch like I was waiting to be fucked. Or, kneeling on my bathroom floor, looking up at the camera’s lens so he would know what it was like to stand over me.
Finally, after weeks of teasing him, I got the response I’d been waiting for.
“You know, Krissy,” his text read, “one of these days I’m going dress you up like a little princess, and then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never had it before.”
The comment got me so wet I had to shove a handful of tissue down the front of my panties to keep from soaking through the furniture.
“Oh yeah, Daddy?” I teased in my response. “What are you going to do, tear my panties off, force your way inside of me . . . **** me?”
His reply was a simple “Yes.”
Not to be outdone, I took things even farther with my reply. “What if I LIKE it?”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
Date Night
I was dressed like a boy when Daddy picked me up and said we were going out for dinner. First, he said, we had some shopping to do. We stopped at a local sex shop and looked at some lingerie. He picked a few things off the racks along with a few pairs of panties that were on sale, and pointed towards the dressing rooms. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “Go try them on.”
While I was in there changing, my phone dinged with a text from him. “Let’s see.”
I showed him what I had on; a sexy satin cami and panty set, He texted back: “Leave those on and put the rest of your clothes back on, just take the tags off so I can pay for them.”
At the checkout, an attractive woman in her 40’s was ringing through the purchases and telling Daddy about the return policy when he slid the price tags of the outfit I was wearing over to her. “This one too.”
She looked at him and then to me, then back at him, confused. He explained, “He decided to wear it home.”
She blushed . . . I blushed . . . and then she rang it through and gave him the total. Outside, he was grinning at me, enjoying my embarrassment. We enjoyed a light dinner at a quiet place nearby, and it was there that he decided it was time to discuss limits and protocol.
“Whenever we’re alone, you’ll call me Daddy, and you’re Krissy. Whether we’re at your place or mine, you’ll wear whatever I choose for you to wear, no arguments, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Some days,” he explained, “I might just like you in a t-shirt and panties, like in the pics you like to send me at work. And other times I’ll want you dressed up like a slutty school-girl, makeup, wig, nail polish . . .shaved legs, all of it. I also want you to show me how to use that remote butt plug you were talking about, so I can torture your tight little ass from where ever I am.”
The toy he’s referring to is a Lovense Hush, a powerful vibrating butt plug that can be controlled from the other side of the world using a simple smartphone. The fun part about it is that people have created patterns of vibrations that go on for as long as 30 minutes, and all Daddy has to do is send one to my phone while the toy is inside of me, and it will play itself out, regardless of where I am or who is around me. The fact that he wants to use it on me shows me that he’s not just looking to fuck me, he wants to own my ass even when he can’t be there.
“Now . . . let’s talk about limits.”
Sipping my beer I nod eagerly.
“Kissing?”
I shook my head, “Not on the mouth unless it’s just a quick kiss, no tongue. Other than that you can kiss me wherever you like, especially if I’m restrained.”
“Blowjobs?”
I sighed, “I can’t deep throat, Daddy, and if you make me gag a few times I’ll have to say our safeword or else I’ll puke on you. Also, I HATE the taste of precum, always have, so I like to use some flavoured lube in the beginning and then more if it goes on for a while. If I have use of my hands I’ll put it on you as I need it, but if I’m restrained you’ll have to remember to do it for me, it’s very important Daddy.”
“Of course, Princess,” he smiled. “How about anal?”
I felt myself blush, “What about it Daddy?”
“Do you like it?”
Unable to answer, I nod.
“A LOT?”
I nod again.
“Have you ever let a man cum inside of you?”
Looking around to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation, I lean in and whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”
He whispers back, “Did you like it?”
“Yes and no. It was kind of humiliating and exciting all at the same time, especially after he left and I could feel his cum making my panties wet no matter how many times I changed. But, once I’d let a guy do it to me, I started having dreams about it. Now I want it all the time, the hard part is finding guys I can believe when they tell me that they’re clean.”
“I’m clean,” he interjected, “I get tested for work every six months, be happy to show you the results.”
I nodded and moved on, “Then I’d let you do it to me, Daddy.”
“Good. And how do you like it? Hard, gentle . . . fast, slow . . . rough?”
“Yes to all of those, it just depends on the day. I generally like it either face down on a bed, or bent over a counter or table or whatever. I’d also like you to use lots of lube and take your time when you put it inside me . . . just until I’m worked in. Unless . . .”
“Yes?”
My face is getting even hotter . . .
“Unless . . . sometimes, I’m so horny and I want it so bad that I don’t mind if it hurts. In fact, it’s actually better if it hurts a little as long as you finish quick.”
“And how would I know when it was okay to do that to you?”
After a moment of thought, I answer, “I’ll ask you if you want to hurt me, and if you say yes I’ll tell you it’s okay.”
Daddy nodded approvingly and leaned back in the booth with his arms folded as he grinned at me. “Tell me, Krissy, what do you fantasize about?”
I have a feeling he already knows, but I tell him anyway.
“I have the same dream a few times a week, and have had it for years . . .”
“Go on . . .”
“It’s especially strong if I’m sleeping in panties or lingerie, which I pretty much do every night . . .”
“I figured as much . . . go on . . .”
“Well, I dream that I’m sleeping, and a man comes into my room in the dark. He slides the blanket off of me and I’m lying on the bed face down . . . he touches me gently as not to wake me at first . . . stroking my hair, my back, my ass . . .”
“Yes, and?”
“Then he tapes my wrists together, sometimes it’s rope or handcuffs . . . after that he starts to get a little rough. I’m wide awake by then so he doesn’t care, not now that he’s got me restrained. He rolls me over and starts lubing up himself up with a bottle from my nightstand . . .”
“The flavored stuff?”
I nod and go on, “And then he holds me down and makes me blow him.”
“Do you try to fight him?”
“Not really . . . I squirm a little and groan, but I can’t move, so I just do what he wants.”
“As you should. What happens after that? Does he cum in your mouth?”
“Sometimes . . . or sometimes he cums on my face. Sometimes, he saves it for when he’s fucking me. And sometimes, he likes to shoot video of what he’s doing with my phone, and all I can see is the bright light white in my eyes as he fucks my mouth. After that he gets behind me and I’m facedown on the mattress, I can feel his hands all over me, he’s holding me down and fingering me and calling me a slut, making me say that I LIKE it . . .”
Daddy closes his eyes for a moment and moans, “That is so hot, go on.”
“Then . . . he tears my panties off and shoves them into my mouth so I can’t scream, and he starts grinding his cock into me. I squirm and beg and struggle but he doesn’t care, and it’s only a matter of time before he finds the spot and I feel him push inside of me.”
“Condom?”
I shook my head, “Never.”
“So . . . how does he do it? Slow and deep?”
“No . . . in the dream he fucks me really fast and really hard. And before he cums inside of me, he makes sure I know he’s going to do it. And then he starts to fuck me REALLY hard until I feel him shoot inside of me.”
After a minute or two of silence, Daddy weighs in, “Well, Krissy, that’s quite the dream. And you dream about that all the time?”
“Almost every day. I wake up face down on my bed in panties with a raging hard on, and imagine some man coming in and having his way with me.”
“And the thought gets you hot?”
I shake my head, “It gets me dripping. I’ve woken up absolutely soaked in cum.”
“Thank you for sharing that with me, I think I may want to indulge in that a little with you one day. Any others?”
“Dreams?”
“Or fantasies?”
“Some . . . I built this pillory, you know, like a medieval stockade?”
Daddy nods. “I do.”
“I made it to fit over my bed and hung a mirror on the wall.”
Daddy’s eyes lit up, “Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“Used it yet?”
I shook my head, “Not yet.”
“Haven’t found the right guy, or guys?”
“Nope.”
“But you’d like to?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Both ends huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Been spitroasted before?”
“Yeah.”
“More than once?”
“A few times.”
“Mmm,” he smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind for the future, maybe invite a couple guys over to fuck my little girl . . . any other fantasies?”
“Not really . . . I mean, I’ve never gone out fully dressed as a girl, and not that I want to go out to a restaurant or anything, it might be fun to go for a drive . . . maybe park somewhere with a view . . .”
“Sounds romantic,” Daddy pointed out, “But you don’t kiss, so what would you be doing out there?”
I grinned back at him, “Something else with my mouth.”
“Good girl. What else, something taboo . . .”
“Prison?”
“What?!?” he laughed.
“Yeah . . . always been a fantasy to be locked up in prison and my cell mates both have huge 10 inch cocks. But I have a feeling that the real thing isn’t much fun . . . another one is to have an office job where my boss pays me to blow him and let him fuck me in the ass every day. When he makes conference calls I’m under the desk sucking his cock, when he has board meetings I’m hogtied on the floor in his office and he’s controlling the remote butt plug in me . . . another one is to have my Daddy put me up as the prize in a poker game. If I win, I only have to let Daddy fuck me, if not they ALL get to fuck me.”
After a moment to absorb it all, he asks, “Is that all of them?”
“Are you k**ding? I could give you dozens more, but those are the ones that come to mind.”
Daddy smiled and nodded at me before gesturing to the waitress and making the universal signal for “check please” and looking me over like a starving man regards a turkey dinner. “Let’s get out of here.”
First Contact
Daddy took me home and stayed long enough to collect some things, and then he took me to his place. Once there, he handed me a beer and pointed me to the nearest bathroom. “Take all the time you need, Krissy.”
When I emerged an hour later, I was fully transformed, and Daddy was standing by the front door with his keys in hand. “You look wonderful, Krissy,” he said warmly. “Let’s go for a drive.”
I was dressed in the slutty schoolgirl outfit . . . fishnet stockings, a short pleated skirt, the satin panties and cami I’d worn out of the store, and a long blonde wig. I went heavy with the makeup around my eyes, and around my lips, the perfect little slut for a deserving Daddy. I put on a motorcycle jacket for warmth and my high-heeled boots, after which we headed out, leaving my masculinity on his bathroom floor.
By the time Daddy found us a nice quiet place near the canal where we could watch the ships pass and parked, my panties were already getting wet. He’d taken me shopping for lingerie, then to dinner, then allowed me into his home, and now he was fulfilling an item on my bucket list of fantasies . . . I probably would have let him bend me over the hood of his car and fuck me right then and there, but as it turned out he just wanted a simple kiss followed by a blowjob.
But first, he told me to look in his glovebox.
Half scared that I was going to find a rubber horsecock crammed in there, I was relieved when I found only a small bottle of flavoured lube.
I tested a little on the tip of my finger and smiled . . . watermelon, then I rubbed some on my lips and gave him a little kiss so he could see for himself. “Thank you Daddy,” I said, stroking his thigh and then fumbling with his belt.
“You’re welcome Princess,” he said, using the button to lower his seat until he was nearly horizontal.
I gently lowered his zipper, took him out, and slathered a handful of the new lube onto his hard cock, teasing the tip with the tip of my finger and watching his body go tense as a board.
I leaned over towards him and whispered in his ear, “Do you like that Daddy?”
“Fuck yes, Krissy, that feels amazing . . . “
I put my head in his lap and made sure he could feel my hot breath on his cock and stomach as I asked, “What do you want me to do Daddy, do you want me to put it in my mouth?”
“Yes, little girl,” he said through a moan, “show Daddy what you can do.”
I showed him, and within a few minutes he was giving me a courtesy tap on the shoulder to let me know he was about to cum. He shot three long hot spurts into my mouth, each of which I swallowed right away, and I kept on sucking and twirling my tongue until I felt his hard on begin to fade in my mouth.
When I looked up at him for his approval, wiping his cum from the corners of my mouth, he looked at me as though I’d just performed a death defying act of skill as he said, “Damn Krissy, JESUS.”
Daddy Breaks Me In
Back at his place, Daddy was a perfect gentleman. I touched up my makeup and changed into a long t-shirt and a little thong before joining him in the livingroom. We had a few drinks by candlelight after which point I think we were both getting a little sleepy. Daddy excused himself to take a hot shower before bed and I curled up on the single mattress in the guest bedroom.
I fell fast asleep with warm thoughts of how exciting it had been to go lingerie shopping, our conversation over dinner, and the subsequent drive out to the canal. I thought of how good it felt to please him and how important it had been that I make him cum, as a sign of obedience and gratitude.
I didn’t hear him come in . . . and I barely felt him sit on the bed beside me. I didn’t even know he was there until he was winding the “****-tape” around my wrists behind my back. His hands were all over me, probing inside of me, squeezing my fake tits, rubbing my crotch and yanking at my panties. They were roughly pulled to one side and I felt a handful of warm sticky lube being rubbed over my opening. He inched his way forward on the bed forcing my legs open wider and wider until he had me up on my knees with my face buried in the mattress, and the tip of his cock was probing me, searching for the sweet spot.
When he entered me, it was very sudden. First he was outside and the hot wet tip of his cock was barely touching me, then he was at least four inches inside of me, and I was screaming into the mattress.
“That’s a good girl,” he said gently. “I know this hurts so I’ll try and make it quick.”
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