DDLG Stories

HOUSE OF LOX DDLG STORIES
CONTENTS
DADDY'S LESSON by MsMissyTempest

A fantasy of being taught to love myself by Daddy.
HOLD IT JUST A LITTLE LONGER KITTEN by RogueRamblings

Kitten needs to pee on a long journey.
AMANDA'S PARK LESSON by Sir_Galois

Amanda's Daddy teaches her what happens to naughty girls.
WORSHIPPING THE GOD OF COCK by HisglKitten

Sexual fantasy during blow job under desk.
THE BOSS by anewplayroomxxx

A bad day gets good real quick when daddy gets bad.
DADDY AND I HAVE A FOURSOME by DaddysBestGoodGirl

I get doublestuffed & feed my anal creampie to our cum toy.
SHIVERING by Kyleslittlecumslut
Rosa forgets something in the back and gets something in her.
TEASING DADDY AT THE GROCERY STORE by DaddysBestGoodGirl

I tease Daddy until he lets me cum in public. Twice!
A GOOD GIRL FANTASY - ON THE PHONE by DaddysBestGoodGirl

Sucking Daddy while he talks on the phone.
BABYGIRL'S OUTFIT INSPECTION by Amerighi

Daddy makes sure she's spotless.
HoL 10 DDLG Short Stories Pg | 2

DADDY'S LESSON
A fantasy of being taught to love myself by Daddy.
MsMissyTempest
I've done it again.
The one thing Daddy asked me not to do.
I insulted myself, my body, my mind, the very things I choose to give to him.
My head hangs in shame, my eyes closed in humiliation, my hands trembling slightly as they entangle with each
other behind my back.
"Daddy I-" I start in a small voice only to be cut off with a hand cupping my jaw and lifting my face. I keep my eyes
closed but don't fight his control of my head.
"Oh princess, you know what you did, don't you?"
I nod as much as I can with his strong hands on me, my teeth worrying my lower lip.
"Open your eyes, princess." His voice is sure, controlled, and allows for nothing but obedience. My eyes open and
lock with his instantly, his face so close to my own as he cradles my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as he watches
me with a strangely serene expression on his face.
"You know what has to happen now, don't you princess?"
A whimper leaves my lips before I can stop it and I see the corner of his mouth twitch like he's holding back a smile
at my reaction.
"Oh yes. You do."
Daddy's other hand joins the first cupping my face and tilting my head back slightly before sliding into my hair and
gripping it at the root, pulling my head back abruptly. He presses a soft kiss against my lips then leans in to whisper
in my ear.
"Daddy's going to show you what happens when you insult what belongs to him. Be a good girl, take it without
fighting me, and I'll be merciful. Understood?"
I nod again, more of a jerky movement than anything with his hand gripping my hair.
Daddy's hands release me so suddenly that I almost stumble despite standing still and I watch him as he turns his
back to me and walks to our toy chest.
"On the bed. On your back. Hands above your head, legs spread." He orders as he searches for something.
I quickly do as he says, positioning myself as I know he wants, body trembling with anticipation and nerves from
the situation.
Daddy turns from the toy box and I see his selections for the first time.
Handcuffs, three pairs of them.

I look from his hands to his face with confusion at the lack of punishment implements I was expecting in this
situation.
He moves quickly, coming to the bed and lifting one of my legs by the ankle, pressing a soft kiss to the sole of my
foot before cuffing my ankle to the bed frame.
He repeats this on my other leg, spreading me open as far as the frame and my body will allow.
He then moves onto the bed, straddling over my hips and leaning over me to cuff one hand, loop the metal
through the bedframe and cuff the other hand. He tugs on my wrist a couple of times as if making sure I'm
secured.
Once he's finished, he looks down at my face, reaching out and caressing it with his fingertips before gripping my
cheeks in his hand and squeezing firmly, angling my face so our eyes are meeting. I can't look away, I am trapped
by the look in his eyes.
"This fucking gorgeous mouth of yours has been spewing bullshit and I'm tired of it." He says in a low voice, leaning
close to my face as he holds it in place, his hips pressing down onto my own and trapping me.
"Now what you said doesn't bear repeating. So we're not going to do that. What we are going to do is learn some
fucking truths today. You will repeat everything I say back to me, understood?"
I nod once, slowly, my mind racing with this information.
He lets go of my cheeks and caresses my face again before his hand slides down, cupping my neck in his palm for a
moment then sliding lower to one of my nipples to twist it until I gasp.
"My body is beautiful." He says, eyes on my face.
I look into his eyes, wincing before I can stop myself and before I can blink his hand is in my hair, pulling it back,
forcing me to arch my body into his.
"Fucking say it, princess. My. Body. Is. Beautiful." His voice is practically a growl as he tightens his grip on my hair
until I'm whimpering.
"My... My body is beautiful." I say it quickly, quietly, more a whine than anything.
The hand not in my hair suddenly grabs my breast, squeezing hard enough to bruise as Daddy leans his body into
mine, pulling me by the hair so he can hiss in my ear.
"You're going to say it like you fucking mean it. Like you know it's the truth. Like you know Daddy doesn't fucking
lie to you. Now let's try this again. My body is beautiful."
This time I don't hesitate, already desperate for his grip on me to ease, for the disappointment to leave his eyes,
for him to smile at me again.
"My body is beautiful."
Both hands ease up on my body a bit, still holding me in place.
"My mind is... captivating." He says the final word while holding my gaze intensely and I know he is watching my
expressions, ready to call me out for any insincerity he might see.

"My.. My mind is captivating." My voice shakes as I repeat his words steadily, trying to allow them to sink into me,
trying to understand what he wants me to learn from this exercise. What he needs me to understand.
His hands finally release me and I take a deep breath as my scalp tingles from the abuse. He reaches out and runs
his thumb over my bottom lip.
"I have beautiful lips meant to suck Daddy's cock." He smirks as he says this one, his eyes hooded and relaxed as he
stares at my lips.
I smile at this one and wrap my lips around his thumb for a moment, flicking it with my tongue before repeating. "I
have beautiful lips meant to suck Daddy's cock."
I feel his cock, hard against my body where he pins me beneath him.
His hand slides down my neck to my breast again, cupping them gently as he rubs the nipple into his palm.
"I have full, gorgeous tits." He rumbles, his voice low with desire as he touches my body.
I whimper softly and arch my back to increase the pressure of his hands on my breasts.
"I have full, gorgeous tits." I repeat, my brain starting to turn off and only think of repeating Daddy's words, of
earning Daddy's forgiveness, of being a good girl.
"Mmm," Daddy licks his lips and kisses my cheek then down my neck to my breasts, pushing them together to bury
his face in them for a moment before kissing all over my cleavage. "Fucking right you do, baby."
I feel my face heat up as it always does with Daddy's compliments and I bite my lip hard, pulling a bit at the cuffs,
wishing I could get my hands on his body as well.
Daddy grins up at me from between my breasts and then moves his body lower, kissing down my sternum to my
belly, the place I always swat him away from, the part of my body I hate the most.
I hold my breath, waiting for Daddy's next words with anticipation and worry.
"My tummy is soft and kissable." He says this as he presses his lips to every inch of my flesh, rubbing his face into
my skin.
I must hesitate too long for his liking because he bites my belly and I jump from the sensation.
"My tummy is soft and kissable." I rush it out in one breath.
Daddy glances up at me with a stern look, "Did that seem like you believed it, princess?"
I look at him then shake my head and whisper, "No, Daddy. I'm sorry... My... My tummy is soft and kissable."
He smiles and kisses his bite mark on my belly before moving down and kissing his way to my left thigh. He
massages in between his hands and then moves to the right one, repeating his actions. "My thighs are juicy and
wonderful."
I don't hesitate this time, repeating his words carefully, with meaning. "My thighs are juicy and wonderful."
"Oh such a good girl, princess. Now... My pussy is fucking perfect."

My face heats further and I close my eyes as I repeat, "My pussy is fucking perfect."
Daddy groans softly and then I feel his face pressing into my cunt, already soaking wet from his touch, his tongue
flicking over my clit with the tip so gently that it's a tease. My hips jerk up and his hands catch them, pressing them
down into the mattress as his mouth becomes more fervent, licking and sucking at my lips and clit before shoving
his entire tongue into my clenching pussy. I whine out loudly, jerking against his hold as he continues to eat me
out.
As he plays with my pussy expertly, driving me closer and closer to the edge, I start to beg for him to let me cum,
getting the request out twice before a loud, painful slap comes down on my thigh and he pulls his face back,
glaring at me.
"Don't you fucking dare cum, baby. That's part of your punishment. You cannot cum until I feel you've learned your
lesson." He dives back in, two fingers sliding into my soaking hole and curling to press just right as his lips wrap
around my clit and suck hard.
I jump in his hold, thighs shaking, belly trembling, arms pulling on my bonds.
"Daaaaddy...please, I can't... Daddy please I want to learn my lesson, please!" I beg incoherently, so close to the
edge but refusing to fall over it, refusing to disappoint him further.
I feel Daddy chuckle into my pussy before licking from around his fingers up to my clit then pulling back to look at
me.
"You want to be good for me? Learn this lesson so we don't have to repeat it?" He asks, his tone mocking me even
as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me with no mercy.
"Y-Yes!!! I will be so good, I'll be so good for you Daddy, please!" My desperation is clear but I have no pride,
nothing that comes before pleasing the man between my thighs.
Daddy smiles wickedly, "Then repeat everything you've learned today, Princess. Like you mean it, no half assing."
My eyes fly open and down to meet his as I realize what he's telling me to do and I open my mouth to say
something but stop as his narrow at me.
"The next words out of your mouth better be 'my body is beautiful' or this punishment is going to take a turn you
definitely won't like, baby girl."
I search his eyes and see the intent behind him. He's giving me a chance to make it right now. I can't let him down.
I nod slowly and lick my dry lips before I speak.
"My.. My body is beautiful."
He smiles and then dips his head back down, licking my clit once then meeting my eyes again as if to tell me to
continue and so will he.
"My.. My mind is... captivating." As I speak, his mouth becomes more furious, licking, sucking, his fingers sawing in
and out me, driving me to my peak further with every lesson I repeat.
"I have beautiful... lips meant to suck.... Daddy's cock!" My words come fast, more broken as I fight not to cum, as I
try to behave as he drives me closer with every touch.

"I have full, gorgeous tits! My tummy is soft and kissable.... My thighs are juicy and wonderful!" I'm rushing now,
trying to show him I deserve to cum.
He moves his hand from my pussy, soaking with my juices, replacing it with his other hand as he slides his wet
finger into my ass slowly, fully as his lips suck on my clit mercilessly.
"MY PUSSY IS FUCKING PERFECT!" I scream, so close to the edge I'm shaking with need and pleasure.
"Cum. Now. Make this perfect pussy cum for me, princess." He orders against my cunt and then wraps his lips
around my clit again, sucking and flicking with his tongue as he thrusts both hands in and out, curling his fingers
just right and making me fly off the edge, cumming so hard juices squirt all over his face and fingers, soaking my
thighs and bed as well.
I'm moaning so loud I can't hear anything but the ringing in my ears and my own noises for a full 45 seconds before
I realize Daddy is talking to me as he gently strokes my pussy lips, bringing me down from my orgasm.
"Good girl, such a good girl. Learned so good for me, you know not to insult Daddy's belongings now, don't you.
Such a sweet, good girl. My good girl. All mine. Beautiful inside and out and mine." His words are soft, guiding me
back into my body as I come down to reality.
As my breathing slows and I calm down, he kisses my clit and climbs up my body, grabbing a set of keys I didn't
notice before. He unlocks one hand, rubbing the wrist and kissing it before unlocking the other and doing the
same. He rubs up my arms, bringing the blood flow back into them before setting them by my sides and moving
down off the bed to unlock my ankles. He does the same routine, massaging the blood flow and kissing where the
metal rubbed my skin red.
Once I'm free, he cups my jaw and guides our mouths together for a sweet kiss.
He leans his forehead into mine and looks into my eyes. "Please, understand that Daddy means what he says. And I
mean that I love how your body looks. I want to fuck your body, taste it, tease it, own it. And that's because it's
beautiful. Just like in here." He strokes across the top of my head. "Be nice to yourself, baby girl. Or the next lesson
won't be so... pleasant. Understood."
"Yes, Daddy." I whisper and nuzzle my cheek into his. "Thank you for teaching me."
"Anytime."

HOLD IT JUST A LITTLE LONGER KITTEN
Kitten needs to pee on a long journey.
RogueRamblings
They had been stuck in the traffic jam for some time now. A complete standstill on the motorway, cars were
backed up as far as you could see. The cause? Traffic reports stated an accident a few miles ahead was the culprit,
and that due to the severity of the debris it would likely be a matter of hours before everyone was moving through
again. Ignitions had reluctantly been turned off and engines were rapidly cooling.
Within the car the seat belt was taut against her body, pressing firmly on her full bladder. She shifted slightly in her
seat, angling her body sideways towards the window in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Her bare thighs
rubbing together as she manoeuvred herself sent a ripple of electricity through her, providing a brief distraction
from her current state. Resting her head against the window, a low sigh escaped her.
Daddy glances over at her, a concerned look fleeting over his furrowed brow as he turns down the radio. "Yes
Kitten?," he prompts.
"I need to pee," she murmurs, somewhat dejectedly. Her head still turned, watching the notorious grey British
Spring drizzle decorate the windows, the day rapidly darkening.
The corners of Daddy's mouth twitch as a smile playfully dances across his lips. "You're not going to go outside?"
She turns to scowl at him, the lanes to both sides of them were also full of stationary traffic. They were surrounded
by bored people that were searching for distraction and entertainment. Now wasn't the time to be teasing her
about her pet status by suggesting she peed outside. As their eyes met her grumpiness was quickly dissolved into a
giggle when she saw the mischief in Daddy's eyes.
"Twerp," she remarks cheekily with a roll of her eyes before she turns back away with a pout.
Daddy removes his left hand from its resting place on the steering wheel. To lighten the mood he finger walks it
across the dashboard towards his grumpy kitten. His fingers reach the other side of the dash and take a turn. They
jauntily continue their journey up Kitten's torso until they reach her pouting lips.
Instinctively, she parts them. Daddy smiles, she's well trained. He accepts the invitation, his two fingers snaking
into her waiting mouth. Warm, wet, and always inviting. Her tongue immediately begins to eagerly explore them.
Feeling her gag a little as he pushes them further in, Daddy feels his cock twitch reactively.
"Good girl."
Kitten is awoken from her trance by these familiar words. Remembering her grumpiness she withdraws from
Daddy's fingers, nibbling lightly at the tips as she goes. Daddy chuckles. Kitten is far too naturally obedient and well
trained to even consider being a brat, but that doesn't stop her from pretending to try when she's feeling pouty.
Daddy knew she would quickly change her tune.
"So many people stuck here with nothing to do Kitten. Lucky for me I have you here."
Kitten doesn't respond. Her mind is still focused on maintaining her poutiness and trying to keep her mind off her
growing physical discomfort.
Daddy places his hand on her leg, tucking it under the loose, dark fabric of her dress and feeling the warmth of her
skin under his. He loves the juxtaposition of her smooth, soft skin against his slightly rough and calloused palm. The
heat building between them both is comforting. His fingertips graze the edge of her underwear.

"Take them off."
"But Daddy..." Kitten turns to him, her big eyes have joined in with the pleading.
"Kitten." There's a stern edge to Daddy's voice this time. This is a demand not a request. Kitten glances around at
the nearby cars and realises nobody can see very much from their low vantage points, although those in the higher
4 by 4s and trucks would have a different view, should they care to look at the wrong (right?) moment. Quickly
Kitten shifts in her seat and hooks her thumbs under her waistband, removing her knickers in one swift motion.
She passes them to Daddy who carelessly tosses them into the backseat. Apparently she won't be needing those
for the remainder of the journey. Daddy's hand is replaced on her thigh. Her legs automatically part to invite him
in. This time his fingertips graze the scrumptiously soft skin of her bare pussy. Searching for her needy slit. And oh
how sweetly he is rewarded when he finds it. Met with a soft gasp, Kitten is wet and ready as always.
His touch is electrifying. She feels her nipples harden and strain at the thin fabric covering them. She flushes,
suddenly aware of her exposure. Although her dress is still covering her body there is no doubt where Daddy's
hand is now. He is teasing her slick entrance with his fingers.
"Daddyyyy." Kitten pleads, whining a little whilst gazing at him with her longing eyes. Her hand moves to wrap
around his wrist, feeling the strength of the sinews resisting within as she tries to push him away. Conflicted as her
hips arch towards the hand she is trying to remove. Her pussy desperate for more, for those fingers to enter her,
for some release.
"What Kitten?" Daddy enquiries, a smile dancing across his eyes as his fingertips lightly tickle her clit. Allowing
himself to be held back slightly by her delicate little hand, amused at Kitten's apparent inner conflict as her hips
jerk to meet his touch.
Kitten removes her hand from his wrist, parting her legs wider and shifting forwards slightly in her seat to allow
Daddy better access. The move shifts her dress further up her thighs, exposing more skin.
"Good slut." Daddy smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with pleasure. She blushes. Deftly his two fingers
enter her needy hole making her gasp. "Pull down your dress."
Confused, Kitten lowers her dress around Daddy's arm draping the hem near her knees. Daddy chuckles softly, "No
honey, here." He tugs lightly at the top strap of her dress, demonstrating her mistake. Sweet, innocent, little
Kitten. Whilst still buried in her pussy, and maintaining eye contact, he uses his other hand to very slowly and
deliberately pull the hem of her dress back up. Slightly higher again than it was previously, a squirm could easily
fully expose her.
"Dress, little one." Daddy gently reminds her. The words seem to shake Kitten out of a daze and dutifully she pulls
both arm straps down. Briefly exposing two full breasts before she covers them with an arm.
Daddy smiles again. That gorgeous smile that makes Kitten wet. The one she thinks about seeing between her legs
when she masturbates.
He removes her arms and gently places her hands behind the headrest, one on top of the other. "No moving."
Kitten nods dutifully. A shiver passes over her as she considers glancing out of the window. What other people
might see if they look in. Her breasts are fully exposed now, her nipples achingly hard. Her desperate cunt
cocooned in Daddy's warm touch, just a couple of inches of fabric away from being uncovered too. She decides not
to look. Hopefully the drizzle and steamy breath will be disguising enough.

Daddy begins to expertly pump his fingers deep inside her, looking at her in the eyes throughout. Adoration
clouded by horniness gazes back at him. He begins to tweak her nipple firmly with his free hand. Making her moan
instantly. She's locked her fingers together behind the headrest to stop her hands from slipping down and
disappointing Daddy. She writhes with pleasure, the movement preventing her clothes from covering any of her
modesty.
Daddy breaks eye contact for a moment to admire her glistening pussy with his fingers enveloped deep within. Her
swollen clit is begging for attention. He removes his hand from her nipple and places his fingertips on the
precipice. Locking eyes again he swiftly gets to work. Her eyes widen and mouth parts. He rapidly rubs her clit
whilst continuing his assault on her insides. Within seconds he can feel her muscles twitching and contracting
around his fingers.
She yelps her safe-word just as a stream of hot liquid begins to erupt from her. Daddy stops instantly. The fingers
on her clit are relocated, oh so quickly moved to instead stroking her hair for reassurance as Daddy asks if she is
okay.
She mumbles, her head down. Placing his fingers under her chin Daddy tilts her head towards him. "What was that
Kitten?" Averting her eyes and flushing with shame she explains that she peed a tiny bit. She just couldn't help it.
She lost control and she was so, so sorry Daddy for making a mess.
Daddy visibly relaxed. He withdrew his other hand from the clutches of her wet pussy. Kitten was clearly
embarrassed by the unexpected incident and her loss of control, but Daddy knew there were further boundaries to
push.
"Well Kitten, what do we do when we make a mess?"
"Clean it up?" Kitten answered nervously, her eyes as wide as saucers now.
"Good girl" Daddy remarked. As he did so he brought his fingers, coated in a mixture of her juices and pee, up to
her lips. Gently, but firmly, he pushes them as deep inside as they can go, making Kitten's eyes water.
She dutifully accepts the task. Still sat with her hands locked behind the headrest, her nipples are standing proud
and her cunt is messy, a small puddle of fluid pooled on the leather seat beneath her. She allows her mouth to be
utilised to clean Daddy's fingers of her mess.
Daddy removes his fingers after a couple of seconds. Although the cleanliness is debatable, they are now glazed
with a thin layer of Kitten drool instead. Daddy places them in his own mouth and sucks them hard, as if to savour
the taste of her mouth. Fuck. Kitten's eyes roll closed with pleasure as she bites her lip. A sharp slap on her cheek
brings her quickly back to reality.
"You haven't finished yet, Kitten." His voice is stern. Kitten looks at him with eyes like deep pools of melted
chocolate, wondering what is in store for her next. Daddy gestures to the wet seat she is on. "You've made a big
mess of Daddy's car Kitten, and you know how I feel about that."
Kitten lets out a small sigh. She glances out of the window. It's still drizzling and dusk is gradually beginning to take
over. There are some cars nearby of course, but nobody seems to be paying much attention to them. If they did,
from their low vantage points they would only be able to see from just below the shoulders and up. Luckily no high
vehicles are close enough to be able peek in.
She unlocks her hands and manoeuvres herself onto her knees, scrunched up in the footwell of the passenger seat.
She glances fervently at Daddy. There are no smiles. He is looking down at her, expectantly waiting. Very slowly
and tentatively she lowers her face towards the puddle on the seat. Too slowly in fact, Daddy firmly places his
hand on the back of her head and smooshes her face into the puddle.

"Bad Kitten!" Daddy chastises. "Lick up your piss you filthy slut."
Kitten does as she is told. Daddy removes his hand from her head and sits back to watch as she laps at the puddle
with her long tongue. Her face dripping wet. Naughty kittens need a firm Master to keep them in check
sometimes.
When she is finished cleaning the upholstery with her mouth, Kitten clambers out of the footwell and sulkily curls
up on the seat. Daddy smiles at her, and leans over to pull the straps of her dress up to cover her breasts once
more. He places a soft kiss on her forehead. "Thank you Kitten" he praises. Kitten melts adoringly.
Daddy uses a napkin to wipe her face dry, then passes her a bottle of water. Gratefully, Kitten accepts, she takes a
gulp to clean her mouth out of the taste of her pee, but she is quickly reminded of the full feeling in her bladder.
Although she peed a little earlier she had stopped so quickly that it had just taken the edge off her discomfort. Her
bladder was still quite full and the traffic seemed to be going nowhere fast. The last they had heard it would still be
a minimum of two hours until the road would reopen.
Daddy seemed to have come to a similar conclusion, as now Kitten tries to pass the bottle back to Daddy he pushes
it back towards her. "Drink it all up. You need to stay hydrated baby." There is a loaded pause. Kitten reopens the
bottle and slowly and methodically empties the contents down her throat. She knows better than to argue with
Daddy, he always knows what's best for her, even better than she does. She's just a silly little Kitten. She passes
the empty bottle back to him.
Time continues to pass slowly. Outside it grows dark as night begins to settle in which quickly halts people-
watching and i-spy, but nevertheless Kitten and Daddy manage to conjure up some silly games to make the time go
that bit faster. Increasingly Kitten becomes aware of a painfully full feeling in her bladder. She's hurting now and
struggling to hold it in, but there's nowhere to go. She just has to wait it out until the road reopens and they can
stop at a service station. Daddy's insistence that she continues to regularly hydrate has only made her situation
worse. She begins to sniffle a little.
"How are you feeling, Kitten?" Daddy asks, concern evident in his voice.
"Full Daddy." Kitten responds honestly, her voice faltering a little as she does so.
"My poor little kitty cat, feeling uncomfy? You need to pee, huh?".
Kitten nods sadly, a tear building up and threatening to spill over her lower lashes and cascade down her face.
"Oh sweetheart. Hang on, Daddy has an idea to help you to feel better."
Daddy reclines his seat fully so it is lying almost flat.
"Come here little one."
Kitten enthusiastically pounces on him. Straddling Daddy's waist now the bounce as she leapt over sends a jolt
through her body that makes her clench her muscles tight to avoid peeing. Daddy laughs at his playful Kitten and
strokes her hair lovingly.
"Kitten, turn around and place your hands on top of the backseat headrests, then lower your pussy onto my face.
Daddy will make you feel so good you'll forget everything else. BUT you have to tell me if you feel like you might
pee. If you pee in the car again I will leave you here to make your own way home. Am I understood?"
"Yes Daddy." Kitten confirms obediently and gingerly begins to assume the position that has been requested. Soon
enough Kitten's warm cunt is positioned just above Daddy's mouth. He hooks his forearms around both of her
thighs and pulls her in close, as if to eat her up entirely. He takes a long, firm lick of her entire pussy and her legs

almost buckle. She tastes of pee, sweat, salt and her juices that are deliciously sweet like wild strawberries. He
hungrily devours her, his tongue exploring every crevice and expertly working her clit.
Her knuckles are turning white from gripping the headrests so firmly. Her moans are so loud that she has no doubt
the other cars will be able to hear her, she's practically screaming in ecstasy but fuck it - she doesn't care who
hears. She's so lucky to have a Daddy who knows her body so completely. She rocks her hips, grinding her pussy on
his face until the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. She begins to reach her indescribable climax, the waves of
pleasure of her orgasm washing over her completely as she emits a guttural scream. Too late she realises the
muscle twitches of her orgasm are stopping her from holding her pee. She's trying as hard as she can to contain it
but she feels the slightest trickle running out of her.
Immediately, Daddy flips over, pushing her sideways off him in the process. He delivers a short series of hard, loud,
spanks with his bare hand onto her arse, a couple of them grazing her pussy too, making her yelp and cry. The
spanking was so hard her bottom has immediate swollen red marks. Those will make for an interesting bruise
tomorrow.
Just as quickly as he started, Daddy stopped and rolled onto his back again. Kitten was disorientated. She had
managed to hold her pee from exploding any further and her bladder felt like it might burst at any moment, she
was breathless, barely out of the exquisite throughs of her orgasm, and her arse and pussy was searing with pain
from Daddy's blows. She heard the noise of Daddy unzipping his trousers.
Kitten looked behind her. Daddy was laid back on his chair again, this time with his beautifully generous, hard cock
standing rigidly up from him. The tip pulsating in invitation.
"If you act like a filthy whore you will be treated like one. Come here so I can empty my cum into you. You will not
piss. You will not orgasm. You are here to serve me. To be a human fleshlight. To apologise for all the trouble you
have put me through today. If you remember your place as a cheap slut I might allow you to piss when I'm done
with you. Is that clear?"
Immediately Kitten tries to gather herself and manoeuvres to impale herself on Daddy's big cock. She knows she
can't keep him waiting. As soon as he is fully inside her he places his hands on her hips and lightly bounces her.
Utilising her body to wank himself off.
Kitten desperately tries to keep herself together. Daddy's cock feels magnificent and she is so sensitive after her
orgasm and spanking, but she knows she must abide by his rules if she wants to be allowed to pee soon.
Daddy delivers another slap to her face, making her pussy clench tightly around his shaft. "Moan for me whore.
Tell me how much you enjoy Daddy's cock stretching your messy cunt. Make me believe you deserve my cum."
Kitten doesn't even need to think. She's moaning loudly the second he gives her permission. "Fuck me Daddy,
please. I need you inside me. You feel so fucking good and I'm so lucky it's my cunt you want to use. I know I've
been naughty but your cum is my favourite treat Daddy, please let me have it. I'm begging you."
Daddy erupts inside her, cumming intensely with a groan. Pulling her hips down onto his so he can shoot his load
deep inside her as his cock abuses her cervix. When Daddy is finished Kitten removes herself from him, hungrily
cleaning any remnants of sperm from his now softening cock with her eager tongue.
Daddy gently tugs her head upwards by her hair and starts to put himself away and redo his trousers. Kitten flops
over to her seat, breathing hard. When Daddy has regained his composure he guides his chair back to the upright
position and addresses Kitten.
"Thank you Kitten. You may go outside now."
"To pee Daddy?!" Kitten asks, mortified.

"Yes, little one. You certainly aren't pissing in here. Be a good girl and go outside. If you crouch in front of the car
nobody will be able to see you in the dark."
Kitten thinks for a second, Her options are limited and she is absolutely bursting now. Daddy will be furious if she
has any more accidents. She reluctantly swings open her door and slips outside. The car to the side and behind
them give Kitten a curious look as she walks along the road, however Daddy was right. In the darkness nobody can
see her once she steps out of the light and in front of Daddy's car. She squats and lifts her dress up to avoid
splashing it. Cum is dripping out of her used pussy and down her thighs now. She closes her eyes for a moment and
a furious stream of hot piss begins to exit it. A flash prompts her to open her eyelids mid-stream.
She can't fucking believe it. Daddy has turned the headlights on full beam. Displaying her proudly for all
neighbouring cars like she's under a spotlight. Barely covered by her dress, her face dirty, a mixture of cum and
piss hitting the floor beneath her as it leaves her naked cunt. The humiliation flushes over her as she witnesses the
strangers gawking at her show. She needs to pee so badly still that she can't stop now. She averts her eyes to the
floor as she finishes her evacuations. Then clumsily staggers back to the car, trying desperately to avoid eye
contact with anyone.
She sits back in her seat, furious and beyond embarrassed. Daddy is chuckling lightly. "I thought you were a kitty
cat," he teases, "you sure looked like a deer in headlights then." Kitten sat pouting, avoiding looking at Daddy too.
For a fleeting moment he wondered if he had gone too far. He leaned over and placed his hand on her hot cunt,
feeling instantly how turned on she was. Never mind he thought, and continued to smile to himself as the road
finally cleared and traffic started moving about 10 minutes later.

AMANDA'S PARK LESSON
Amanda's Daddy teaches her what happens to naughty girls.
Sir_Galois
"Do we have to do this, Daddy?" Amanda asked as they walked the paved pathway through the park. Already she
felt ogling eyes fixing on her body, barely covered by the tiny sundress Daddy had insisted she wear today. She
liked dressing like a whore sometimes--plunging necklines, tight gym shorts to highlight her round ass--but that
was on her own terms.
"You brought this on yourself," her Daddy replied. He gripped her wrist gently as they walked abreast. She knew
better by now than to force him to tighten his grasp.
"But it's normal, Daddy!" She sounded exasperated.
"Normal for a girl to touch herself to dirty smut? Normal for her to gag herself with her own panties while reading
about getting molested in the principal's office for breaking the dress code?"
Amanda was silent. She felt her face flush. What if someone overheard her? What if one of the men or women
leering at her bouncing tits heard her Daddy talk about how she played with her pussy thinking about being
disciplined? She hated how the thought made her nipples harden.
"And worse," Daddy continued, "you did it while I was home. You tried to keep it a secret from me. You can't even
keep yourself quiet." He shook his head as his hand moved from her wrist. Still walking side by side, his fingers
traced with a tingling gentleness across her forearm, up to her exposed shoulder, and then down the side of her
dress to her covered, flared hip. He gripped her there.
"Daddy," she gasped. His fingers dug in tighter.
"You're going to be a good girl today," he said. She looked up at him, but he was still facing forward. "Learn to stay
quiet if you can."
She felt herself dripping into her panties. She hated that this made her wet.
When they neared a field Daddy liked, he took them off the path to a spot just under the shade of one of the park's
tall trees. He released her hip and set down the bag he carried. He unfurled a picnic blanket.
"Grab the corner," he ordered. She complied and helped him set the blanket down unwrinkled. He sat and she sat
down across from him, making sure to pull her sun dress down over her thighs as far as she could. From this spot,
she could see an occasional person or two walking on the path, but they were far enough away that she couldn't
make out their facial expressions. Still, she felt exposed.
She looked back from the path when she felt her Daddy grab her sandaled foot. She watched him study the length
of her leg as he caressed her toes, before removing the sandal from her foot. He did the same thing with the other
and set them down just off the blanket. Her legs and feet tingled at his touch. She squirmed and looked back at the
path. She saw a couple passing by, a man and a woman. The man gazed at her before walking out of sight.
Amanda felt her Daddy's hands grabbed her waist. "D-Daddy?" She looked back at him just as he pulled her toward
him.

"Not there," he said. "Sit with me." He lifted her slightly and turned her around so she was sitting just in front of
him, right between his legs. Her dress rode up, exposing the bottom of her ass to the contact from his crotch. She
pulled it down again, trying to cover her panty-covered pussy. Amanda knew she was soaked.
"We can't sit like this." No one was around, but someone could walk by at any time and see her. "What if someone
sees?"
"Then they'll see how lovely and affectionate you are with your Daddy. They'll see that you want to be a good girl."
She knew she didn't have a choice. She tried to stop squirming. She didn't want move her ass against him. Not like
this. Not where any passerby would see her.
His hand grasped her bare thigh. "You're so pretty, baby," he said. She felt his breath on her ear, on her neck.
"D-Daddy," she panted.
"Shh, honey," he comforted her. His hand was caressing her exposed flesh, up and down her thigh. "This is part of
being a good girl. If you want to stay quiet and hide what you're doing, then do it. Clearly you need to learn. Daddy
is just helping you be better."
His hand moved upwards. To her upper thigh, to the hemline of her dress. She felt her face flush.
Then his hand passed around to her inner thigh. Amanda froze.
"You're drenching your thighs," he growled smugly. "You like this." His fingers were now under her dress, just
below where her panties covered her.
"No, Daddy, I--ugh!" She grunted as he tugged her hair, forcing her to look up at him.
"Don't lie." She felt him pressing her sodden panties into her, still not right on her pussy, but so close. "A horny slut
who plays with her cunt thinking about being punished I can handle. But I will not tolerate a liar." He squeezed her
thigh. It hurt. But it was the sort of hurt she touched herself thinking about.
"You're right, Daddy, I'm sorry," she whined. She wriggled in his grasp. She couldn't help it. Her hips needed to
move. She could feel Daddy's cock poking at her ass.
"And you like this, too, don't you?" He pressed against her pussy mound, spilling her juices throughout the flimsy
fabric of her panties. She gasped.
"I do, Daddy. You're right. I like it." She rocked her pussy into his fingers, craving more pressure. She was on fire.
"Shhh," Daddy whispered right in her ear. "You want to stay quiet, don't you? You don't want anyone to know
what a needy whore you are."
"B-but, Daddy," she whined. His fingers worked her slit up and down.
"But what, honey?"
"I'm so wet. Daddy... Oh, please, please touch me more."
"That's my good girl." He stabbed his fingers at her still-covered pussy mound, pushing some of the fabric into her
cunt. Amanda shrugged forward and bit her lip, stifling a moan, as her Daddy molested her right there. It was like
the dirty stories she read alone in her room.

A group of women were walking on the path near them. As her Daddy touched her, toyed with her pussy, Amanda
could see that one of them said something to the other two. They kept walking, but the one woman stopped and
looked right at them.
"I think she sees us," Amanda muttered, trying not to moan her pleasure.
"I think she does, kitten," her Daddy agreed. He was still pressing and teasing her cunt, seeming not to care if
anyone saw.
The woman walked towards them. She was maybe fifty feet away when she stopped. She had a quizzical look on
her face. Amanda looked past her, then back at the woman, and then at her Daddy. He was smiling. Amanda faced
forward again. Now the woman was smiling, too. She kept walking forward.
"We have to stop," Amanda whined. But Daddy did not stop. He dug his fingers into her pussy harder. She clamped
her lips shut to avoid letting out a moan--her Daddy's fingers felt too good.
Amanda barely registered that the woman was about twelve feet away from them on their blanket until the
woman spoke.
"Hello there," the woman said cheerfully.
"Hello," her Daddy said back. Amanda didn't say anything. She couldn't.
"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" The woman asked. There was no hiding it now. Daddy's hand was plainly
under Amanda's dress.
"Oh, I should say so. I think Amanda here is having a lovely time, wouldn't you agree, honey?"
Amanda was mum. She had no idea what to say. Then Daddy pinched her thigh and repeated, "I said, wouldn't you
agree, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy, it's good!" She yelped. Then she brought her hands to her mouth. She had called him Daddy in front
of a stranger! She was humiliated.
"It's so nice seeing affection like yours," the woman said. "Do you like getting to spend time with your Daddy?" His
fingers started to move against Amanda's pussy again.
"God, yes," Amanda moaned. She felt weak. But incredible. Being fingered and teased right there where the
woman could see elevated the pleasure her Daddy was forcing into her pussy.
"Tell her, honey," Daddy said. "Tell her you like having special time with Daddy."
"I do!" Amanda chirped. "Ooh, miss, I really love special time with Daddy." Amanda felt so ashamed, but it felt too
good to admit it.
The woman got closer and sat on her knees right on the picnic blanket with Amanda and her Daddy. She eyed up
Amanda's body... her sparkling eyes, her tits heaving with her breath, her barely-covered pussy that her Daddy was
playing with. "My, that sure looks fun," the woman said. "Does your Daddy have nice, strong fingers?"
"He--he does," Amanda moaned throatily. "They feel wonderful."
"Does he touch you out here a lot?"

"N-no," Amanda grunted. "It's... Um...."
Daddy cut in. "You can tell her you're being punished."
The woman's eyebrows shot up, but her smile stayed. "Was she bad? What did she do?"
"I..." Amanda started. "I was touching myself in my room. And I was trying to be quiet. B-but Daddy--ohhh--Daddy
heard me." Daddy's other hand was now on her hip, keeping her rocking into his molesting fingers as she talked to
the woman.
The woman laughed. "You can't keep things from your Daddy like that. Once, my girls took one of my vibrators
without asking. They were sorry after that. I tied them up facing each other and left it on both their clits. They
never tried that again." Amanda's eyes got wide at the thought of two other horny girls being punished.
The woman looked up at Amanda's Daddy. "Is she really wet," she asked. Amanda felt her Daddy lift up her dress,
exposing her panty-covered pussy.
"She sure feels wet," he replied. "But get a good look and tell me." With that, Daddy pulled Amanda's panties to
the side. Amanda could only watch as the woman gasped. She could feel a snail-trail of her own cunt juice sloshing
as her Daddy bared her pussy to the woman. Daddy grabbed Amanda's thighs and pulled them, forcing Amanda's
cunt flower to blossom for the woman's enjoyment.
"Oh my goodness!" The woman exclaimed. She leaned forward, closer to Amanda's now-open pussy. "She's
gushing."
Now Daddy chuckled. "Just watch this," he said. He sank two fingers into Amanda's pussy, roughly. Amanda
groaned.
"Oh no, Daddy!" She wailed. But she also wiggled against his fingers, helping him to push them up her cunt deeper.
Her jaw went slack as Daddy rubbed the front wall of her cunt from the inside. "Oooh!"
"I can hear it," the woman gasped. "I haven't seen a pussy this wet in a while." Amanda could hear her pussy
burbling on her Daddy's fingers as he hooked them up her.
"That's nothing. Look what a whore she is," her Daddy said. He pulled his fingers out of Amanda's juicy quim.
"Ugh," Amanda grunted. She could hear herself drip onto the blanket as Daddy's digits left her. Her Daddy held up
his fingers for the woman to see. They were absolutely drenched. Daddy spread them, showing how far her sticky
girl cream stretched between his fingers.
The woman leaned forward in awe. "She smells wonderful," she said. "May I have a taste?"
"Go ahead," Daddy said. The woman dove forward and took Amanda's Daddy's cuntslimed fingers between her
lips. Her body shuddered as she did so. Amanda could see how the woman moved her mouth on her Daddy. She
heard the slurping sounds as the woman relished Amanda's flavor.
As the woman sucked her Daddy's fingers like it was the best thing she ever tasted, her Daddy's other hand found
Amanda's clit and played with it. Amanda felt like she was in bliss, watching this woman feast on her while her
Daddy teased her most sensitive spot.
The woman drew off Daddy's fingers, her mouth making an obscene popping sound. "She's delicious," she sighed.
Then, turning to Amanda, "You taste so good, sweetie." The woman pressed her lips to Amanda's, kissing her and

sliding her tongue right into Amanda's mouth. Amanda's Daddy grabbed her hair and pushed her against the
woman, making sure she couldn't get away.
"Taste yourself on her tongue, baby," her Daddy said. "C'mon, be a good girl and let her help you clean up that
mess." His finger kept circling her clit. Amanda had no choice but to let the woman tongue-feed her her very own
pussy. She tentatively extended her own tongue at first before leaning in and letting her tongue spar with the
woman's. She loved her own taste, and having this woman make her taste it in a lesbian park kiss made it that
much better.
The woman drew back from Amanda. "You're such a good girl, sweetie," she said, looking at Amanda's fuck-drunk
face, now sloppy with spit from their makeout. "Stay good for your Daddy." The woman stood up and straightened
out her own clothes. "I'm so glad I met you two. I'm Anne, by the way."
"Randolph," Amanda's Daddy said. "And this is my Amanda." He said it right as he plunged his fingers back into her.
Amanda was past caring--she loved the violation.
"You two are just lovely. And now I'm flustered. I'll be riding my girls' faces when they get done with soccer
practice today, that's for sure! I hope to see you two around."
"Likewise," Amanda's Daddy replied. "Maybe Amanda and your girls could have a park play date."
The woman smiled and walked away. Amanda could see her rubbing her thighs together.
Amanda's Daddy kissed her on the head as he continued to thrust his digits in and out of her pussy. "You were so
good, baby," he said. "I'm so proud of you." How he finger-fucked her drenched cunt, right there in public, had her
losing her mind.
Amanda felt herself melt into her Daddy. "Thank you, Daddy," she sighed. She spread her legs wider. She didn't
want to misbehave anymore.
"Don't hide things from me anymore. You're mine." Hearing that sent lightning down her spine and through her
cunt. She couldn't help it.
"Yes, Daddy," she lolled, drooling on herself, as her pussy clamped down on his fingers. She came. Hard. She knew
her spit was leaking from her mouth. Her stomach would've hurt from the strength of her cum, but the orgasm
tore through her so hard she didn't care.
"Oh, Mandy," her Daddy sighed. He kept pumping her cunt, wringing every bit out of his little girl's climax that he
could. "You love being a molested little whore, don't you? You deserve this, don't you?"
"I do, Daddy!" She whimpered. "Thank you! Thank you for touching meeee!" As she came down from her orgasm,
she found her Daddy's fingers prodding her lips. She was done being bad. Dutifully, she took them into her mouth
and sucked, cleaning up as much of her own cunthoney as she could.
"That's my girl," Daddy whispered in her ear.
Still panting, Amanda felt her Daddy lift her up off the picnic blanket. He was already standing--and she had been
too fuck-drunk on her orgasm to notice he'd moved. He dragged her by her hand away from their spot. Knees
trembling, all she could do was keep up. She didn't bother to adjust her dress, which was wet in the front with her
cunt juices. One of her tits was bouncing out of the fabric, on display for anyone to see.
Daddy pulled her behind some trees, where the park was more forest-like. He grabbed her waist and pushed her
up against a tree. Roughly, hungrily, he kissed her. She felt the bark of the tree at her back as Daddy pressed into

her, his beard tickling her face, his tongue fencing into her mouth. She couldn't resist--she could barely stand
upright.
Amanda felt her Daddy's hands on her hips. He spun her around so she was facing the tree. She braced herself with
her hands.
"Yes, that's my girl," he growled. He raised her dress, exposing her ass. His arm arced and pulled her sodden
panties all the way down to her ankles. He forced her cunt and asshole bare with such force that the flimsy
material of her underwear barely caught on her thighs. She heard an unbuckling, and then--
"Oh, fuck, Daddy! Fuck! Oh no you're too big!" She screamed as she felt his cock tear into her cunt. Soaked and
fingered, he was too thick, too long.
"You deserve this, too, honey," he barked. However much of his cock he had in her, he drew it back, then
hammered all the way in, pounding her to her cervix. Amanda felt the wind knocked out of her. "You're a good girl,
right? A molested whore who loves it?"
"I--gah--oh Daddy," she shrieked as her Daddy deep-dicked her pussy. She felt the force of her thick ass jiggling
against his thrusts. "I feel you in my stomach!"
"I bet you touch yourself to stories about little girls getting raped in the park, don't you? You dirty whore. You dirty
fucking whore!" He pulled her hair, forcing her back to arch. She didn't know if she was about to pass out or cum
again. "Teasing me by moaning and touching yourself. Daddy's going to use you from now on, you got it?"
"I--oh fuck--oh, Daddy, please!" She felt her body quivering.
His hand found her throat. She felt him lean over her body, buried to the hilt as he pumped her slow and deep
now, never withdrawing more than half his cock. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."
"I--oh, Daddy... Wait, no!" She felt him slowly starting to withdraw more and more of his cock.
"Want more, baby?" His voice dripped with satisfaction.
"Y-yes, Daddy," she whimpered.
"Then tell me," he growled. "Tell me you deserve it."
She paused and panted. But she didn't care anymore. "I deserve it, Daddy! I deserve your cock in my cunt! Please
fuck me. Please use my body. Please!"
"Good girl," he smirked, and he drove home deep.
"Oh fuck yes!" She yelled, as her Daddy pummeled her cunt. She felt like he was rearranging her insides. "I'm going
to--oh--please keep--yes!"
"Cum on this dick, bitch!" He roared. "Cream my cock while I breed you."
"Fu-uck!" She felt herself falling as another orgasm shredded her nerve endings. Her tongue fell from her mouth
onto the tree bark. She didn't care about the earthy taste. Her Daddy's cock was twitching in her and spewing
warmth inside her. She would have fallen if he hadn't caught her by her waist.

"Every drop, princess, take every fucking drop." He was buried so deep in her. Shot after shot of warmth pulsed
from his cock as it throbbed and twitched inside her. She was taking it. She knew it. She was letting her Daddy
inseminate her body, and she couldn't be happier about it.
When she no longer felt him firing cum up her cunt, she felt him lean over and kiss the back of her head, her ear,
her neck. "Good girl, pumpkin," he said. She felt him exit her body, and immediately she felt a massive glob of cum
spill out of her. But she could still feel even more inside, even as her thighs were stained with her Daddy's load.
Trembling, she fell to her knees, her hands sliding down the tree as she did.
She looked up to see that Daddy had walked around so he could see her face. His cock--barely softened from
fucking her--glistened with both of their sex juices. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his dick.
She didn't want to fight. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth, tasting the mess.
"That's my girl," he said contentedly. "Suck it clean. Taste your fucking breeding off me."
As she slurped up and down her Daddy's cock, lapping it clean, she found herself wondering if Anne would like to
taste Daddy out of her.

WORSHIPPING THE GOD OF COCK
Sexual fantasy during blow job under desk.
HisglKitten
Wearing a periwinkle blue teddy and rainbow striped schoolgirl thigh highs underneath her dark navy blue button
down dress, sky blue bows pulling back the sides of her short black wavy hair, the sweet little wife comes into her
husband's home office.
She kisses her husband gently on the cheek and mouth and then bends down to kiss his package through his pants.
She starts unbuttoning her dress to reveal what is underneath.
"Thanks for letting me come down to be cute just for you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, kitten. You've been so good lately that I got you a present."
The wife excitedly bounces up and down, clapping.
"Ooh, what is it, Daddy?"
"A new book you can read while you lay under my desk looking cute for me, my sweet kitten."
"Oh thank you Daddy!"
She smiles and purrs as she rubs her body all over her Darling Daddy Dom. They kiss passionately again.
"May I please suck your dick now, Daddy, while you work, or should I read in my little den under your desk for a
while? Do you need to be on camera for a meeting or need to totally focus?"
"Mm, I have a little time before a meeting, so you may lick my dick however you choose right now."
She happily squeals she drops to her knees looking up at him.
"May I remove your pants, Daddy?"
Stroking her hair, her man nods.
Permission granted, she smiles with glee and pulls his pants down, humming with pleasure.
"Oh yes, the ball and cock worship can begin..."
She begins by kissing and nipping at his thighs, cradling his balls with her hands. She licks both sides of his ball sack,
squeezing, while she starts to suck his balls and pulls them her mouth one at a time. She moans and kisses his balls
as she looks up, her big brown eyes wide.
"I love your big balls so much, Daddy!"
And she gently tugs on them as she smashes her face into his bulging ball sack.
She then starts kissing and slowly sucking and nibbling up the length of his shaft, while still lavishing love on his
balls, as her imagination comes alive...

In her fantasy, the home office melts away to become a golden-hued throne room, resplendent with red velvet
draperies on the wall and thick luxurious dark furs on the floor.
She is kneeling at the feet of the god of dominion, the cock god. He is seated in all his hunky glory on the throne,
his package fully displayed between his spread, massive thighs as she is sprawled wantonly at his feet, his balls in
her mouth and her hands gripping his muscular thighs. She is wearing a light blue slutty Greek style toga, moaning,
adoring, and worshiping the balls and cock of the god of cock.
She kisses up and down the length of his cock and begins languidly lapping her tongue on the tip of his penis, and
she looks up at him with bright, dough eyes. Her tongue teases his thick ridge at the tip.
"Thank you for allowing me to lick this big, long dick, Master. Especially this part. It's my favorite part."
"You are welcome, my little sex slave. Go ahead and show me how much you love it. If my dick is in your mouth,
you don't even need to ask for my permission to come."
Her eyes roll back into her head as she groans and ecstasy at that thought!
She licks, slurps, slobbers, and sucks his dominating dick as he reclines, his smoldering eyes watching his personal
sexy sweet slut show her adoration.
She orgasms several times, sucking harder and faster and deeper on his cock, moaning loudly, as her body writhes
with pleasure, her hips bucking wildly, her wet pussy dripping with excitement, but her mouth never leaves his
dick.
The cock god places his hands on her head and guides her mouth as she deepthroats his dick, moaning and
thrashing as he face fucks her pretty mouth. Her eyes are wide open, staring up at him with euphoria as he fucks
her mouth just like he likes it, with so much love, desire, adoration, and lust in her eyes, all just for him.
They both come explosively, his cum sliding deliciously down her throat as she swallows it and starts to slowly
come down from the sexual high she has just experienced...
The wife gazes up at her husband in his office, as he looks down lovingly at her, her exotic fantasy scenery fading
away in her mind, as they both smile.
"Oh thank you so much, Daddy! I lost count of how many times I came while sucking your yummy dick. Could you
tell?"
"Yes. You please me very much, my good little kitten. Come up here on my lap."
She crawls up into his lap as he cuddles, caresses, and kisses her. Her body melts into his as he holds her in his
sexy, safe, strong arms.
"My sweet little kitten. You're such a good girl. I want you to come visit me at work everyday."
"I'd be happy to, Daddy. Thank you. I just like being by you."
A beeping from the computer reminds them of his upcoming work meeting.
"Aw, do you have anything else I can suck on, Daddy, if not your cock again?"
He chuckles, and kisses her as she slides off his lap to crawl underneath his desk. He hands her a cherry lollipop
and she settles in her little den, sucking on her sucker. Smiling, she opens her new book to read, happily and

contentedly fucked well for now, while her man pulls his pants back on, smiles, blows her a kiss, winks at her, and
switches on his work camera on the computer on his desk.

THE BOSS
A bad day gets good real quick when daddy gets bad.
anewplayroomxxx
He had made her cry. Work sucked, and the mistake was not hers. He'd squandered her hard-earned self esteem
to buy an excuse for his incompetence. He was a fraction of a man and she had always handled him with grace, but
today he had broken her.
Inside this room, and out, she's a warrior: Boudicca in skirt or panties. She's above him. Her every atom a rebuke to
his mundane masculinity. Her appetites a "fuck you" to his four stale weekly wanks. But he had made her cry.
Daddy is going to need to do something about that.
Her past lovers would have handled it differently. Some would have said her boss was a schoolboy pulling her hair
because he liked her. Some would spew impotent fury, drawing a sketch of violence they wouldn't paint. Her last
would have taken his side. But I know what she needs.
She stands before me, straight backed as I always insist, despite the weight of her unjust frustrations. Today had
been tough, but it will not be the day when she lets me down. With my thumb I push a tear from the corner of her
eye and smooth it into her cheek.
"Please Daddy" she says. She has so many "Please Daddy's". Each a plea for a different ritual. I know what every
"Please Daddy" means. Her breath gives each a new meaning, her eyes filled with craving and context. I love each
one, but this "Please Daddy" is my favourite.
I strip her of the day, her body soft above her steel. She looks at me, eyes wide, vulnerable, brave. I take a breath
and hold it. She holds her breath too. As I see her expectation peak I take my hand from her cheek and grab at her
throat hard. I breath out, but she can't.
I squeeze just enough for her to taste her fear, that bitter flavour. I push her onto the bed and she gasps for breath
as she falls. I hold her down by the neck and with my thumb still wet, I push a first drop of juice from the opening
of her pussy and smooth it into her clit.
Still holding her throat I pull her face closer to mine. Her breath is needy, warm. "Who do you cry for?" I say, and
for the first time this evening she smiles. "Nobody" she lies, and her cunt drips onto my fingers. She's becoming
defiant. That's just what she needs.
I push my full weight onto her as I grab the straps from the floor. She struggles as I tie her arms down with her
head hanging back over the foot of the bed. She tries to kick out at me so I strap her legs open wide. She is
helpless. She is mine. I take off my belt.
"Who do you cry for?" I say, and she glowers. "Nobody" she dares me. I stand with her face looking up at me, her
body stretched out before me, her legs spread. I lift the belt above her pussy. I take a breath and hold it. She holds
her breath too. She gulps down the tension and...
I bring the belt down on her cunt. She screams out in pain, but she doesn't cry. I whip her cunt once more. She
screams louder, the impact adding pain to pain. Her agony has me hard and I take out my cock. Forgetting herself
she tries to reach it with her mouth.
I hold her throat as I push my cock in, she gasps for breath. I reach down to touch her pussy, forcing my cock
further down her throat as I go, rubbing hard on her raw clit with my fingers, friction cutting against the subsiding
sensation from the impact of material against skin.

"Who do you cry for?" I say, and she catches her breath. "Nobody" she tries to convince herself, and I thrust my
cock down her throat further, her neck still soft in my grip, her spit spilling out onto my shaft and over her face. No
tears yet.
I grab at her tits, pulling up hard on her nipples, fucking her throat still. Her clit is swollen and sore but she still lifts
her pelvis. It's an invitation she can't help but offer. I lift the belt above my head and bring it down hard as I whip
her pussy again and again and again.
Her pussy weeps with need. "Please" she screams around my cock, and we both start to cum, the belt still raining
down on her clit. "Please, please, please" she screams, choking out my cock and cum, but even she doesn't know
what the word means now.
She's a warm hole and a cluster of nerve endings. She's a knot of need and pain and ecstasy. She screams once
more, a timeless sound beyond feeling. Beyond shame and frustration. For a moment she jolts uncontrollably. She
is still shaking as I untie her.
A joy that stings, that's what she'd been pleading for. A pain to dull the disappointment of a world that does not
deserve her. A fuck to fuse her broken pieces and make her whole again.
"Who do you cry for?" I say and her eyes stream. "You Daddy." And she throws her arms around me and starts to
sob uncontrollably - the corners of her mouth curled up as her tears flow down.
She won't feel anything for him again. Tonight's an inoculation, a vaccine against the tedious suits who would dare
try and make her feel subservience without consent, submission without reward. The pain was medicine. A
reminder of how trivial the world beyond us is.
I'd fucked out the frustration and the sadness and the doubt, and I'd filled her head with me instead. Tears, spit
and cum cascaded down her face. Cream dripping from her spent pussy. She loves it when I make her cry.

DADDY AND I HAVE A FOURSOME
I get doublestuffed & feed my anal creampie to our cum toy.
DaddysBestGoodGirl
Daddy. I need you, Daddy. I don't care if it's just the two of us, soft and slow, or hard and fast. I don't care if we're
playing with E's pussy, or with K's cock. I don't care if we use our favourite buzzy toy, or that new jewelled plug, the
blindfold or the paddle. I admit, I'd like to play with the collar and cuffs and restraints I have stashed, and with the
candles as well... you know how I like the burn. But I can take or leave any of it, or all of it, because all I really need
is you. On stage, in the woods, in the bedroom. I am yours, Daddy.
Please will you fuck me, Daddy? I've been so good for you. Mmmm, but you've been so good to me too, Daddy,
arranging threesomes and foursomes so we can spend the day playing away.
Right now I'm thinking about all four of us. You'll make us kneel, pay homage to the glory that is your cock. E and I,
we'll do anything for it. Kiss each other around it, suck on your balls, til your shaft is dripping in saliva and it's
funneling down onto our wrists, our arms, the floor. I'll kneel behind you, admire your glorious ass, run my tongue
between your cheeks and tongue your ass, rim you, my face stuffed inside you til I know nothing but your taste
and your feel on my lips.
K will stand there, watching, jerking off, and at some point will say something, and you'll just point to the floor
beside E. You two are both heteroflexible, both dominant, but it's clear who is more so. He'll open his mouth, try to
make some smart remark, and you'll raise an eyebrow, and he'll submit. Not as joyously as I do, not as readily as E,
but sometimes that's even hotter: the reluctance he exhibits before feverishly consuming your cock. At that point
you'd probably lift E away, wanting to focus solely on K's mouth on you, on your power at his submission, so you'll
grip her neck, choke her, while she coughs and squirms and gasps for air. She'll cum like that, once you tell her to,
and then fall to her side on the bed. Meanwhile K will be sucking you down, not quite willing to gag on you, and
you'll reach around, grab my hair, pull me up by the scalp. I've been good, tonguing your ass, a Good depraved
little Girl, so you tell me to sit on E's face while she's still gasping for air. The angle doesn't quite work for me to
reach you or K from there, so we'll move, rearrange, til I'm on my back, head hanging off the bed, K straddling me
as he stands with his balls on my neck as he thrusts straight to the back of my throat,even as he works to wrap his
mouth around your many delicious inches of cock. With us all taken care of, your attention returns to K and you
push at his limits, bending him further over, hands on the back of his head, forcing him to go down a little further,
gag a little more. Every time you push him down, he pushes me down onto him, and you'll want to enjoy every
second of it, engrave it into your memory to remember on those early mornings when you're home alone.
K still isn't ready to admit he wants your cock in his ass, though he likes to be pegged, so after a good long while
with his tongue on you you'll need something more. You'll tell me and E to move, arrange ourselves side by side on
our knees on the edge of the bed, and you and K will fuck us. We won't know immediately who is in each of us, and
you'll grab E's neck, motion to K to grab mine, both of you pulling us backwards while you fuck us til we're begging.
Daddy. Daddy, please, please Daddy please can we cum?
K will smack my ass, tell me to ask him since he's the one inside me, spank me again because he likes the way I
clench every time, tell me to call him Sir.
And I'll ask him, but I still won't cum til you tell me it's okay. A Good Girl never cums til her Daddy says she can.
You'll like that, like that I'm being good for K but not Good for him, not like I am for you, and you'll slide out of E, lie
flat on the bed and tell me to climb on top of you, reverse cowgirl, then lie back on top of you, both of us with our
knees bent, legs hanging over the side of the bed. K will double-stuff my pussy while I scream, til you tell E to sit on
my face, tell me to make her scream instead. Eventually you and K will get tired of the angle; you won't have been
able to do much except lie there while K thrusts in and out of me, rubbing against your cock as he does.

Would you like that, Daddy? Like to feel him glide against you, both of you slick with my cum, impossibly tight
inside me? Like to watch me bury my face inside of E's pussy right in front of you, eat her til she screams, and then
make her keep cumming, again and again?
And then finally, finally, one of you will fuck my ass. E can't do it like I can, a single thrust, no lube needed. My ass
is a marvel, you always tell me, and I'm starting to believe it, but also oh fuck Daddy, I love the feel of you inside it.
You won't let K take my ass straight away, not that first time -- he hasn't shown he deserves it yet, so you'll motion
him aside, tap your cock against my pussy, then tell E to get her face down there like a good little Toy, to lick all the
pussy off your dick, coat it with spit til you're dripping, and then you'll tell her to be a good little Toy for K,
consolation prizes for each other, while you fuck the best prize of all.
And then your cock is inside my ass. The stretch and the burn and then the pounding, the relentless thrusts so
deep inside I'm unable to focus on anything else until I'm begging you, screaming for permission, and once you
finally tell me I can, cumming, cumming just from the cock in my ass alone. When I do, the clenching sets you off,
my ass wrapped so tight around your dick it's like a giant fist squeezing your entire length, fluttering around you,
milking every delicious drop out of you. The feeling of you pulsing will set me off again as it always does, and I'll
feel cum oozing out of my pussy even as you dump more into my ass.
Several minutes later you'll pull out, and before heading to get cleaned up you'll look over at E.
"I've just made you a snack, Toy. You'd better get to eating or you're going to hurt my Good Girl's feelings."
I'll still be quivering, pussy and ass dripping, clenching, squeezing my empty holes, when her wet tongue starts
stroking my skin. She'll be all over, licking my inner thighs, the outside of my pussy. I'll feel her nose bury itself in
my pussy, hear her moan, and look over to see K behind her, eyes closed, hands tight on her hips, then slapping
her ass. He'll reach forward and grab her hair, force her to arch back even as she pushes against him, working to
dip her tongue deeper into my pussy.
"Get it all," he'll tell her. "Get all that fucking cum out of her. Lick it all up. Don't forget about her ass, E, J left a
whole load in there for you. Get in there and eat it up. Z," he'll say as he looks at me, "lift those knees up to those
huge tits. Be a Good Girl and let her in there, hold that ass open for her so she can get nice and deep. That's it, let's
see that tongue, little Fuck Toy. Ooohh, fuck," he'll bite off, before slamming deeper, harder, inside E's cunt til
she's grunting with each surge of his cock, even as her warm tongue thrusts into my asshole, scooping out your
load one little tongue swipe at a time.
He'll stick his finger in his mouth, getting it nice and glossy wet before he sticks it in her ass as she yelps, loving
how the pain of it in her ass makes her clench tighter around his cock in her pussy.
"That's it, E. Scoop it all up, make our Good Girl nice and clean for her Daddy."
By this time you'll have come back into the room. You'll lean up behind K, make him feel the outline of your cock
against his ass, grab one butt cheek in your palm, whisper in his ear that he's next, and he'll shoot his load
immediately, because he's desperate to be dominated, to be taken, even if he hasn't quite admitted it yet.
Then you'll step beside E, tell her she's being such a well-behaved little Toy, helping everyone cum, and then your
hand will shoot out, lassoing her throat as she hacks and spits, choking in your grip. She loves it when you're rough,
and I always get a little squirmy because a part of me wishes you would be that rough with me, even though I love
how careful you are, even when you're hurting me.
You'll grab her hair with your free hand, making her give in to that glorious stinging burn, then suddenly push
instead of pull, burying her face in my ass even as your other hand is tight on her neck, making her hack for air til
she's shaking in your arms, in my pussy.

"Did you clean out all the delicious cum, Toy?" you'll ask her. "Is her ass empty now? Do you deserve to cum too?"
"Yes!" she'll scream, but it'll come out as a rasp, buried as she is in my pussy with your hand still wrapped around
her neck.
"I think my Good Girl deserves to cum again too, Toy, so get that mouth moved up, play with her clit. That's it.
*Now* you can cum," he'll tell her before choking her again and she'll scream into my pussy. She won't be doing
much with her tongue but I'll feel Daddy pushing her face into me and then her nose will finally hit my clit just right
and I'll feel myself start to fall over the cliff.
"Daddy? Daddy, can I cum too, please? Please, Daddy!"
Daddy will nod, and then your hand will suddenly be on my mouth, muffling my screams, pushing my head back
against the bed, and the feeling of being restrained will make me cum again. Then E finally will get her mouth
where it should be, her lips wrapped around my clit even as her tongue taps it, sucking on it, and I'll beg Daddy
again, please, again.
You're so good to me, and you love how easily I cum, so long as I get permission first.
"Do it, my Good Girl. Keep cumming, that's it. Drench her fucking face, bathe her in cum, that's it. Squirt all over
her. She's nothing but a Toy, use her to get off, that's my Good Girl."
There'll be another lake beneath me, and you'll set E to licking it up.
And then it'll be time for actual food. And once we've eaten, and chatted, and recovered? Well then, it'll be time
then for Round Two. There's no better way to celebrate a 30something birthday, after all, and we have the whole
day to play.

SHIVERING
Rosa forgets something in the back and gets something in her.
Kyleslittlecumslut
"Finally closing time, let's get out of here!" Fidanka spat as she reached for her bag and the large bunch of receipts.
Rosa rolled her eyes as she grabbed her little black backpack and put it on her bony shoulders. "Yeah sister I'm
coming," she whispered as the two ran outside the cafe. Fidanka ran to the front desk without Rosa and yelled
"See ya!" Rosa quietly shook her head and brushed the dark chocolate hair out of her eyes. Suddenly she realized
something was wrong, her eyes widened, "Oh shit, I forgot my box."
Rosa shamefully walked back to the cafe and went into the back room. "That guy better pay me good for the damn
underwear I'm sending," she mumbled as she bent down to reach the cardboard box.
The door brushed open behind her revealing a tall figure. "Huh?" Rosa looked up behind her shoulder, still bent
with her little ass in the air.
"Oh, uh sorry I didn't realize you were still here," Kyle muttered as his eyes darted trying to avoid looking at her ass
tightly hugging the khaki pants. "I'm just checking everything to be sure it's all good."
"Oh," Rosa got up and placed the box on the metal prep table. "Let me stay with you and look, I hate to make you
do any more work," Rosa stammered, trying to look away from the hot sweaty man. His body was tight on the
white buttoned shirt, she could see his chest hair through the sweat, making her flush.
Kyle nervously paced back to the front of the house looking at the messy fruit station. "Uh be sure to clean this,
they keep getting on our ass about it," Kyle stated pointing to the station.
"That's not the only thing I want on my ass..." Rosa thought to herself. "Yes sir, sorry I thought you meant to clean
the ice chest, not the fruit iced up on this," she grabbed a towel and started scrubbing hard, her white polo
hugging her breasts with her nipple peeking. Kyle realized she wasn't wearing a bra and coughed into his fist.
"Before you go, I hate to keep you any longer, but can we check the back?" he asked, trying not to look down at
the petite little girl's figure.
"Sure thing!" Rosa said, rushing to the back.
Kyle followed the tiny little thing looking at her ass shamefully.
"What's the box for," Kyle asked smoothly, only wanting to hear more about Rosa's little side hustle. She was quite
amazing, always witty and being completely blunt about her sex business. Ever since Kyle printed that label his
curiosity or maybe horniness... Hell he didn't know what was wrong with him being strangely attracted to her, but
he had to excuse himself once he found her Twitter. He masturbated in the bathroom to a picture of this girl, the
one in front of him, breathtaking.
"Oh, just mailing for panties for these pervs..." she mumbled bashfully. "None of those men are attractive to me."
"Cause you're gay right?" Kyle said before thinking, regretting it.
"Yeah well... I'm bisexual but I mean my type of guys is different."
"Uh, you mind me asking what is that?" he questioned as he darted around pretending to check the fridge and
freezers.

"Um... nah nah it's all good," Rosa assured. "I like middle aged men, oddly enough... Muscular dad bod type
dudes."
"Oh?" Kyle raised a brow. "Like me kinda! Haha..." he laughed nervously.
Rosa's face turned red with embarrassment. "I-I yeah, you're right haha," she whispered. "I'd definitely rather do
stuff with you than most of these gross old fucks," she stated leaning back on the freezer.
Kyle met her gaze, locking his gaze into her ocean blue eyes. God, he could stare at them for hours.
"Would you huh?" Kyle placed his hand on his chin.
"Mhm..." Rosa admitted while accidentally staring at his bulge in his jeans. She was quite tired from her long shift
on top of full time school work.
Something took a hold of Kyle, maybe it was the fact he had 7 doubles in a row, the lack of sexual satisfaction, or
maybe this god damn girl just did something to him.
He placed one arm on the freezer, leaning his broad muscular body on top of her, "Well, nobody's here if you want
to..." he started biting his lip.
Rosa's startled look suddenly turned into a quick deviant stare, as if she was asking for more. "I want it, I mean I
want you. I mean-" Kyle interrupted her meeting with a deep kiss. Rosa's plump lips caressed Kyle's the prickly
sensation of his facial hair giving her shivers.
Suddenly she felt his tongue in her mouth. The taste of his salvia felt wonderful and unlike she'd ever imagined.
Their lips parted and Kyle began to unbutton Rosa's shirt and pulled it off of her, revealing her small breasts. Kyle's
burly hands grabbed her breasts and began to deeply massage them. Rosa moaned quietly and began to unbutton
Kyle's shirt now, anxious to see his chest.
Their shirts were both on the ground and Kyle grabbed both of Rosa's arms and pinned her against the freezer.
"You're my good girl," he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Mhm daddy, I want more," Rosa begged with greed in her eyes. He noticed the little girl was staring at his pants.
"Turn around and don't say a fucking word," he commanded.
"Yes sir," Rosa submitted and did as he said.
Kyle pulled down Rosa's pants, revealing her juicy ass hugging the tiniest pink panties he'd ever seen. He was
surprised they didn't burst off her plump ass.
"Wow, it's even better than I thought," he whispered as he pulled them off her. Kyle then unbuttoned his pants
and pulled off his boxers revealing his hard penis.
"Oh, I can say the same about you..." she painted with her lip bitten.
"Don't say a word," he said sternly as if he would to his child.
"Okay," she whimpered.
Kyle placed the tip of his cock on the tight lips of Rosa's cunt. "Damn she's already soaked..." Kyle thought to
himself.

He forced his large member deep inside of her virgin pussy. "Jesus you're tight," he whispered, pulling out.
Rosa didn't say a word. A good girl, but she was masking the pain she felt as his large hard cock was too much to
handle. He slowly thrust it deeper and harder into her wet cunt. He pushed her body onto the freezer to keep her
skinny figure still. God damn it he was already ready to cum, but he held it in as best he could.
He grabbed her perfect ass and began thrusting as fast as he could, releasing his frustrations from his long and
hard labor. Rosa bit her lip hard and clenched her fists as if to transfer the deep pleasuring pain away.
Kyle felt himself cum hard inside of Rosa's pussy. He completely destroyed her little cunt. Slowly he pulled out and
saw their cum mixed together. The thought of getting this teenager pregnant both turned him on deeply and
terrified him.
"Oh... Daddy... That was the best sex I've ever fucking had..." she painted out of breath.
Kyle stared at the gorgeous girl, she took dick so well for a 'lesbian.' He began to clean himself up and her up.
"Go home love... Please don't tell anyone," Kyle bit his lip and looked at Rosa sternly.
"I swear to god," she promised and kissed him goodbye, as she darted out of the cafe, leaving Kyle alone in the
back of the house. He was even sweatier than before, his boxers soaked in the bits of cum he couldn't clean.
He took a deep breath and looked to the ground, seeing the cardboard box. She forgot it... Again.

TEASING DADDY AT THE GROCERY STORE
I tease Daddy until he lets me cum in public. Twice!
DaddysBestGoodGirl
I'm a very Good Girl.
I'm submissive. So submissive, in fact, that I struggle to act a brat. I just want to make my Daddy happy, so I do
whatever he says. Immediately. Without protest. Because I'm the goodest of Good Girls, and I bask in his approval
like it's the sun. I'm desperate for his praise the way I'm desperate for air: I need it to survive.
So I don't talk back. I don't get in trouble. I'm so good I don't know how to be bad.
But I do like to be taken, roughly. To be used hard. I like to be needed, wanted, so much that my Daddy can't hold
back.
So sometimes? Sometimes in public I'm a tease. I suppose whether that makes me a Good Girl or a Bad one
depends on your preferences; my Daddy is very much a fan.
It starts with the clothes. I only ever wear matching lingerie (the lacier the better), and I love stockings, either thigh
highs with a garter or the kind with built-in suspenders. I love the feeling of the straps on my thighs, my ass -- it's
like having someone touching me, and I feel their caress with every step. Over top it's usually a short high-waisted
skirt, a nice A-line that flares out with a spin or a stiff breeze, showing off my stocking tops if I'm not careful
(oops!), or a longer skin-tight pencil, delineating every inch of ass and making the most of all my curves, making
every step more of a wiggle. My Daddy likes the dichotomy of apparent innocence and obvious sexual maturity, so
my tops typically aren't low cut, but they're often tight or sheer, showing off the lace cups struggling to support
the mountains of tit I carry around; I'm a 38H or I cup depending on the bra, and the cleavage I can display is
nothing short of vast.
On our most recent foray in public I was wearing my favourite little black skater skirt (it has pockets!) that sits high
up on my rib cage, flaring out beautifully and skimming my thighs. I had paired it with a skin-tight white cropped
tank through which the lace of my bra was painfully obvious, and a tiny cropped green cardigan to cover my
shoulders completed the look, adding both more innocence and more respectability to the outfit; I'm an adult
woman in my late 30s, after all, and while 'dressing your age' is complete BS, I also have no desire to look like I'm a
teenager. Maturity is sexy, you know? Besides, the sweater helped protect several of my tattoos from the sun.
My Daddy is very much the quiet serious type; though my antics provoke many a smile, he's not one to grin for the
sake of it, so many find him a tad intimidating. With his beard and muscles and proclivity for dark clothing, he can
be intense, but I adore him and his every smile is precious to me. We're pretty sold on each other.
So there I was, skipping about full of zoomies, skirt flipping about as I danced on his arm, while he strode about
and made sure I didn't fall over. It's been known to happen. I looked up at him at one point and just melted at the
smile in his eyes. And then I got turned on (it doesn't take much) and suddenly I was distracted by the need to
distract him. I wanted to see the heat flare in his eyes next.
So I stopped and waited for him to look at me. Leaned in, plastering my front against his, and kissed him, soft and
sweet and with a whole lot of tongue, right there in the middle of the parking lot. I hummed a bit, and then off we
went into the grocery store. The one nearest is on the second floor, so you have to take the escalator, and as he's a
lovely gent he always lets me go on first. So I waited for him to step on behind me, and then leaned backward into
him, wiggled my ass in his crotch, before moving away and climbing a few steps. As expected, the updraft caught
my skirt and he got a good long glimpse of my ass. He stepped up, leaning closer to me again.

"Such a pretty ass, my Good Girl, in that little green thong," he murmured, and I wiggled again as he held my waist,
then stepped off the escalator.
We wandered through the produce aisle, and I made a point of bending over, inspecting the onions, the lettuce,
the cherry tomatoes. Every time I felt the hem of my skirt flutter into dangerous territory, kissing the top of my
thighs. As I was checking out the display of corn and making a show of reaching for "the good ones" on the other
side of the bin, a motorized scooter whizzed by, and I felt the breeze lift my hem up enough to reveal the bottom
curve of my ass.
Behind me I heard a chuckle. "I do like that skirt," he said, and behind him we heard someone else grunt in
agreement.
I blushed red, even though catching the attention of others had sort of been the idea. I like to be watched, but
there's still something shocking about it, particularly when it's a stranger in public. I felt my panties get damper at
knowing I'd been exposed, and I moaned a little despite my embarrassment.
My Daddy seemed rather amused by my mischievousness though, so I decided to keep up the game.
The meat section was next, and I leaned even lower over the various cuts in the coolers. Daddy stood behind me,
wise to my game now, protecting me from disapproving Karens, teens, and grocery store employees, but
occasionally would move aside when someone he liked the look of wandered near.
"She just stared at your ass and licked her lips," he whispered in my ear, tilting his head towards a woman in her
30s with green hair and matching yoga pants. "And that guy dropped his ground beef when he saw how beautifully
round your ass is," he continued, pointing his chin at a construction worker in his 20s.
We ambled over to the frozen fish and I pressed my tits against the glass as I pretended to mull brands of shrimp.
My nipples were tight with arousal and the chill of the glass from the freezer made them excruciatingly hard. I
pressed my palm against my ass, pretending to modestly preserve my dignity by preventing my skirt from riding up
further, and when he came to press against me again I turned my hand around, hidden as it was between us,
tracing his length under his shorts.
"Oh, you *are* my Good Girl, aren't you?" he chuckled, and I grabbed onto him with my other hand as he wrapped
his arms around me.
"You know I am. I'm so good that I'm dripping right now, dripping like a faucet into my panties. One pinch of my
nipples and I could cum, I think," I whispered back.
"Well, I can't leave my Good Girl wanting now, can I?" he responded. Before I knew it he had one palm on my tits,
his other arm overlapping so no one could see his fingers wreaking their magical havoc on my body.
"I -- oh. Oh, fuck. Can I cum, please? Please, Daddy, can I cum?" I begged, whispering, hoping no one could see but
also not really caring. My pussy was clenching and I could feel my knees shaking. His answering pinch to my nipple
was like a zap to my clit and my eyes started to water from resisting. Normally I wasn't allowed to cum without his
cock in me, inside one of my holes, but sometimes I was allowed to cum without it, if I waited, if I got his
permission first.
"Is my Good Girl waiting for permission to cum?" he asked, and I could feel his lips smiling into my neck from
behind.
"Yes, yes, I'm waiting, I'm being so good, I'm your Good Girl! Please, please can I cum, Daddy? Please!" I begged.

"That's my Good Girl. Show me how good you can be and cum for me, cum right now!" he demanded, pinching my
nipple so hard I saw stars, and then I was cumming, cumming so hard I have no idea if I made a sound or not,
focused only on the sensations in my body, the feel of him behind me, holding me up, his arms clasped tight
around my chest.
I felt my panties drench, warm and wet, and knew my chest was flushing pink, my eyelids lowering, my breath
slowing, and suddenly I became concerned I'd soon find cum dripping down my leg.
"Oh fuck. Thank you for letting me cum, thank you for keeping me safe while I came in public, Daddy," I whispered
over my shoulder, and I heard the growl start deep in his chest.
"My Good Girl is being extra good today and sharing how hot she is with these lucky people," he whispered back,
"but we'd better leave now because I think my Good Girl needs my cock next, doesn't she? Do you need your
Daddy's cock, Good Girl?"
"Oh god, fuck, yes, I need it, Daddy. I want it so bad. Please, please Daddy, can I have your cock?" I asked, my voice
rising.
He shushed me and reminded me our location was my own fault and now I was going to have to pay the price.
"You started this in public, in the store in front of everyone, and now you're going to have to wait for more. Wait
like a Good Girl while I buy the groceries. If you're patient, I might let you cum on the bus," Daddy told me, and I
whimpered in response.
It seemed like eons til we left the shop; eons during which I felt everyone's eyes on my face, on my nipples, still
rock-hard. Eons of feeling people stare at my ass, having seen the curve of my cheeks and maybe even the bright
emerald green of my thong. I knew most folks weren't actually staring at me at all, but still I felt exposed, like every
sliding glance was a feather drifting across my skin, and far from turning me off, I was near ready to start begging
to cum again.
Daddy could tell. It wasn't hard, seeing as I had my face buried in his shoulder as much as possible, feeling the
shivers racking my body as I leaned against him, hearing the nearly inaudible whimpers drift from my throat at
every imagined stare, every touch of his fingers on me as he steered me out the door.
Back out in the parking lot, heading toward the bus stop, he shifted the bag to his other arm, reached out for my
hand.
"You're being very good, Z, but you need to use your words; you need to communicate clearly. Tell me what you
need. Are you waiting for permission to cum again? Should I make you wait until we're home?"
"I need to cum again. I need it so bad," I whimpered, "I --"
The shriek of brakes drew our attention and we moved the final few paces to the bus stop; I couldn't decide if I
were more annoyed or thankful for the distraction, as my body's urgency started to slow.
"Just a moment then, sweet girl. We've got to get on the bus."
I nodded and dug for my bus pass as I moved to the end of the line. We only had a few stops to go on the bus, five
minutes at most, and more people had gotten off the bus than on, but I walked to an empty pair of seats near the
rear door. We'd be largely shielded from others in front and behind and I suspected that would make the next few
minutes far more enjoyable.

I sat down in the window seat with Daddy beside me, the aisle to his right, the grocery bag on his lap further
blocking my body from view.
His left hand landed on my knee, then slid inward, upward, toward my pussy, and I shivered, my nipples hardening
again from his attention as well as the air conditioning.
"What do you need, Good Girl? What do you say?" Daddy whispered, kissing my ear and then biting my earlobe.
The sting zipped through my body and I squirmed, needing more.
"I need you to touch me, please? Please, Daddy -- touch my pussy in front of all these people, without anyone
knowing. Please make me cum in public. I need it so bad, I need you, I need your fingers under my skirt. Feel how
wet I am, how much I need my Daddy. Please..."
His hand moved with glacial slowness til I ached to just pick it up and move it to where I needed, but a Good Girl
waits for permission, because a Good Girl isn't in control of pacing; her Daddy decides when and where she gets to
cum. It felt as though 20 minutes had passed, though it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds, but finally,
finally I felt Daddy's fingers move from the inside of my thigh to the crease of it, skimming the edge of my panties
with a touch so light I couldn't tell if it were real or imagined.
"Oh, my Good Girl *is* wet. Just dripping for Daddy, aren't you?" he said, increasing the pressure as he ran a finger
up and down my panties, up and down and up again, til I was squirming and starting to be unable to suppress my
moans.
"Do you need something, Good Girl? Tell Daddy *exactly* what you need," he ordered, even as he slipped beneath
my panties, coating his finger in my cum.
"Daddy. I just need Daddy. I need Daddy's fingers, or mouth, or cock, I don't care, but Daddy -- Daddy, may I cum,
please? May I cum in public again, on the bus with all these people around us and your fingers inside my pussy?
Please, Daddy, I need it so badly."
"Well you're asking so nicely, aren't you? How can I say no when you beg so prettily? Come here, my Good Girl,"
he said, reaching up his other hand to turn my face towards him. He leaned in and I opened my mouth, touching
my tongue to his lips, then opening further. Warm and wet, he plunged his tongue in and out and in and out of my
mouth, again and again, rumbling in his chest as I sucked on it, wishing for his cock, even as his fingers plunged into
my pussy while his thumb pressed deliciously down on my clit and I clenched around him, need to cum, needing to
let go, but holding on with every bit of willpower I possessed. I was so wet now I could feel it on the seat beneath
me. Could smell my scent perfuming the air. The bus turned left, just one stop left before ours, and he slid into me
a bit on the turn, the pressure of his body weight making me feel restrained against the bus window, amping up
my pleasure even further.
Then finally, *finally*, he pulled my head lower down, pressed my mouth into his shoulder, and whispered into my
ear.
"You can cum now, Z,since you've been such a Good Girl. Cum for Daddy."
I squirted. The taboo of being in public never fails to make me cum hard, and Daddy knows just how to touch me
to make it extra good. I'm pretty sure I sort of whisper-screamed, moaning into his shoulder, because I *definitely*
got some head turns as we walked off the bus, Daddy thankfully having pulled the cord for our stop, though I
hobbled more than walked, my knees weak and the back of my skirt VERY damp, though the black of it hid most
everything from sight, I think.

"Let's go, my Good Girl," Daddy said, as the bus trundled off down the road. "Almost home. Then we can unpack
the groceries, and Daddy is going to feed you your favourite snack."
"Oooh, yes, Daddy!" I squealed. "You know how much I love eating you up," I finished, wiggling my eyebrows and
pulling his arm as I skipped down the street ahead of him. "Come on, Daddy! I'm hungry!"
"Well, far be it for me to let my Good Girl go hungry," he said, and feed me well he did.

A GOOD GIRL FANTASY - ON THE PHONE
Sucking Daddy while he talks on the phone.
DaddysBestGoodGirl
Author's note: this fantasy depicts adult characters, well over 18 years of age, in a consensual nonmonogamous
DD/LG relationship.
I've been thinking about it all afternoon. For days, really. I should have told you about it before. I'm sorry, Daddy. I
always try to be good but sometimes it's so hard.
I've been thinking hard about you, hard. i have this fantasy, Daddy. About you sitting at the desk, headphones on,
gaming. Sitting back, watching videos. About you talking on the phone. And all the while, I'm at your feet. Between
your knees, really. Staring hungrily at your cock, begging you for it. I love Daddy's cock so much. I love it in my
mouth, the feel of it hitting the back of my throat as I gag. The shape of you as I suck on the head, as I wrap my
hand right around your length. The taste of it when you slap it against my face and I beg you to let me have it in my
mouth again. I love all cock, and pussy too, but Daddy's cock is always my favourite.
What I've been thinking about most is you on the phone. Talking to Liz while I beg you with my eyes. Then you pull
yourself out of your shorts and cover the phone, whisper that I know what you want, and I do. Daddy wants his
Good Girl's mouth.
I open wide and you shake your head as you talk to Liz. I know that that means. Licking you all over, I spit shine you
til your cock glistens in the low light of the lamp, til my face shines wetly. You wrap your fist around my hair and
pull me back, looking for the string of saliva that stretches from your cock to my lips.
"Good Girl," you mouth, before returning to your conversation. I suck on your head, slow and measured, while my
hand grips you. Even then there's an inch and more, untouched, so I dip down, laving every succulent bit of you as I
go. Bubbles froth everywhere and you say something about your shorts soaking up the moisture but I'm lost to
what I'm doing and have no idea if you're talking to me or Liz. I don't care; Daddy's cock is my world right now and
I savour every glorious inch. I'm moaning now, and have no idea if Liz can hear me. I don't care. At some point, that
becomes part of the fun. It's not just the liquid pooling, falling from my mouth, as I work you with my mouth and
hand, dripping down my wrist and onto your leg and shorts and oh yes your chair that's what you were talking
about before okay I get it now but Daddy, Daddy I need your cock, Daddy. It's the noise of me sucking it; the sound
of it sloshing and me gagging; the moans deep in my throat because I want it so bad. I have it in my mouth but it's
not enough anymore. I'm squirming, moaning, and you know exactly what I need. You fist my hair that little bit
tighter til it hurts, push me down until I gag and moan and inhale noisily through my nose, crushed as it is against
your crotch.
"You know what Daddy wants to feel. Come on, Good Girl. Give it to Daddy." And I do know. You've put the phone
on speaker at some point, how long ago I have no idea, and now that your other hand is free you wrap it around
my throat, choking me even as your other hand pushes me further onto your cock.
"What are you doing? Is Joy there?" Liz's voice echoes down the line, but I can't parse the words. I'm too busy
cumming, dripping with it even as you drip with my saliva, and I keen, the high pitch muffled but distinct.
"Yeah, she's here, but she's busy right now. Her mouth is full." And Liz moans and swears because she wants
Daddy too. Your hands relax and you pat the side of my face with your palm, slapping it a couple times until I come
up for air, still spasming and moaning with want. "Joy, say hi to Liz."
I pant, then clear my throat and try again. "Hi, Liz. How are --"

You throw me back down onto your cock and I mumble the words around your cock, knowing now that you want
her to hear me, to know what I'm doing. You pull me back up and demand I say it out loud. "Tell her what you're
doing, Joy."
"I'm sucking Daddy's cock, I'm getting it wet just like Daddy likes. You can't join this time, Liz, it's just me and Daddy
and Daddy's delicious cock is allll miiiiine." I drag out the last words, looking you in the eyes as I say them, as I lick
your head with my tongue. I'm submissive but sometimes I'm a little bit mean, and besides, Daddy shares me and I
share Daddy but sometimes the best times are just me and him. Liz used to be Daddy's but now I am and I want
him to know how lucky I am and I want her to know too. And besides, I like people to see me, to watch me as I
cum, to listen to the noises I make, and now I want her to listen and wish she were here, that she was the one I
was worshiping with my tongue, about to get pounded by Daddy's cock.
You thrust up suddenly, and I gag on your cock, back deep in my throat without warning.
"Come on, Good Girl. You have more important things to do than talk to Liz," and your hand is back on my hair.
"Mmhmm, yes Daddy, I'm sorry Daddy, you're right Daddy." All you can hear is me mumbling, moaning on your
cock, but somehow you know what I'm saying.
"That's my Good Girl," you croon, and I moan again, because making Daddy happy gets me wet and sucking Daddy
off makes me cum. A lot.
"Please, Daddy, can I cum?" I ask. Again, it sounds like nothing resembling words but your dark chuckle tells me
you know exactly what I want.
"Not yet, Joy. Good Girls have to have until Daddy says they can cum." I hear Liz moaning too, know that she's
touching herself and wishing she were with us, and know that she's not allowed to cum, either. Not until Daddy
says it's okay.
I nod and tell Daddy I understand through a mouthful of cock, but can't stop myself from begging. I need to cum,
my whole body is shaking with need.
"Please Daddy, please can I cum please Daddy? I need to cum, please Daddy." You bend forward over me, whisper
in my ear. "You know what Daddy wants to feel now, Good Girl." You grab my throat and I fall apart, locked on
your cock til your hand reminds me to move up and down. The motion sets me off again and I push your cock all
the way to the back of my throat again, wanting more, wanting it again, wanting all of Daddy inside of me.
You slap my face gently again, getting my attention, and I look up at you, letting your cock leave my mouth but
knowing I'm covered in spit as I meet your eyes.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"You're such a Good Girl, Joy, getting me all wet, treating me so good. I want your pussy next, I want to feel it
wrapped around my cock, squeezing every inch of me, milking me. Do you want that Joy? Do you want Daddy's
cock in your little pussy?"
I nod, overcome, but also cumming a little just at the idea, and your hand suddenly is on my tits, squeezing my
nipple. I'm incredibly sensitive and you're so good with your hands, giving me the perfect amount of pain before
thumbing them gently, then twisting them hard, letting the pain spiral.
"I need Daddy's cock, Daddy. Wherever, however you want, Daddy. You can use whatever hole you like, Daddy.
Daddy, can I cum again?"

The pain gets me every time, twists me tighter, and you always seem to know exactly what I need.
"You know you can't cum without Daddy's cock in you," you remind me, and I fold myself back over you, slurping
you up even as I start shaking with need. "Good Girl, Joy. Do it."
And I do, cumming so hard I scream around your cock, cum dripping down my thighs.
"Good Girl. Now get on the bed," you tell me. "Liz, cum." And I realize then that she's been begging over the
phone, her pussy squelching as she pummels it with her fingers, but I've not heard a word of it, not a sound,
because my every sense is wrapped up in Daddy. "Good Girl. Now fuck off, Liz. My Good Girl needs my cock," and
with that, I know you've ended the call. I climb onto the bed, hands and knees, pussy towards Daddy, and wait.
Daddy's cock is worth waiting for, and so is Daddy's cum. And I'm still cumming, anyway.
Then Daddy's cock slides home in my pussy, and I hear your voice in my ear.
"You're going to squeeze it out of me, Joy. Milk me til I cum. I've got at least one load for your pussy, and then it's
going in your ass."
And I moan because there's nothing I want more. "Daddy, can I cum? Please, Daddy?"

BABYGIRL'S OUTFIT INSPECTION
Daddy makes sure she's spotless.
Amerighi
"Daddy, you're here!"
I turned toward the front door with a smile. My babygirl closed it, dropped her bag and ran straight into me,
throwing her arms around me and burying her head into my chest.
"Daddy, I'm so happy you're home early today. I missed you." She was pressed up against me, doing her level best
to crush my ribcage. I loved it.
"Babygirl." I wrapped one arm around her waist, and with my other stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the top
of her head. Her hair smelled so sweet. "I missed you too. I made sure to finish early today so we'd be able to
spend some time together this evening."
She tilted her head up, chin pressed against my chest and looked at me with wide eyes. "You mean we'll get to
spend the whole rest of the day together Daddy?" I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the mouth. I lingered for
just a moment, before pulling back, resisting the urge to kiss her more. I could taste the sweet flavour of her lip
gloss. My cock twitched in my pants.
"Yes princess. We'll order some food, and it'll just be you and me tonight, you'll have my full attention."
"Daddy!!" She squealed in an adorable pitch, wriggling around as much as she could while still holding onto me.
"I'm so happy! Spending time with you is my absolute favourite! We're going to have so much fun." Seeing her so
happy lit me up. I was instantly feeling on top of the world.
"It's my favourite too, princess." I said happily, giving her one more kiss on the head. "Now let's make sure we're
all clean and comfortable before we settle in, okay?"
"Yes daddy. Would you like to inspect my outfit? I was so careful to make sure the clothes you picked out for me
didn't get any dirt on them at all today. I was trying to be a very good girl."
"Yes babygirl. I bet you did a great job. Daddy's going to check now."
My little girl let go of me and stood up straight, looking up at me. I properly took her appearance in. I'd dressed her
in a pink and white checkered dress, with short sleeves, a neckline that showed her décolletage and a small
amount of cleavage, that came down just above her knees. She wore white cotton thigh high stockings, and when
she moved around I'd sometimes see a flash of her bare thigh. She'd taken her shoes off at the door.
"I remembered not to wear my shoes inside this time, daddy." she said in a demure voice, as I stepped behind her
while she continued to face forward. I ran my hand over the sleeves of the dress, checking.
"You did a great job remembering, princess. Good girl." I could see her figure straighten a bit in response to the
praise. I started to run my hand over the top of her back and down it, checking for any discolouration. She really
had done a good job keeping clean today. I ran my fingers slowly down a few of the pleats behind her lower back.
I then stepped around in front. "So far so good, babygirl. You've clearly tried very hard today." I then stepped in
front of her and started to check the front. I lay my hand on her shoulder, took the seam up by her shoulder, and
started running it between my fingers, moving down. I could see her breathing quicken as my fingers moved, and

as I got down toward her cleavage, I made sure to play with the neckline a bit, pulling it out and down just enough
to expose a good amount of her breasts. She blushed. My cock was rock hard at this point.
I let go of the seam, and slowly let my fingers slide down the front of her dress, making sure to brush against her
nipple through the fabric as I went. I stood in front of her, looking down, running one pleat after another through
my fingers. I could see her trying her best to stay still, but I noticed her press her legs a bit closer together, using
the friction to stimulate her moistening pussy.
"Good girl princess. You've kept your dress absolutely spotless. Now sit down over on the couch and Daddy will
inspect your stockings."
"Yes Daddy." She walked over, fanned her skirt out and sat down, being as graceful as she could with her
movements while I was inspecting her. She looked so adorable when she was trying to impress me. She was sitting
up straight and her legs were together. I walked over and knelt down in front of her.
"You're sitting up very straight for me princess, but Daddy will need to see all of your stockings, so your legs can't
be together like this. Daddy needs you to spread your legs a bit."
"Yes Daddy." She obediently parted her legs to a comfortable width.
"There's my good girl. Now let's have a look at your stockings."
I took her left foot in my hand, and started to rub my fingers over the fabric, checking it carefully. She
really had been a good girl today, there wasn't a speck that I could find. She knew I'd be inspecting her today and
she really wanted to impress me. It worked.
I started to run my hands up her calf, checking and slowly stroking her leg. I moved up past her knee, and my
hands went up under her skirt to her lower thigh and the hem of her stocking. I took one hand and raised her skirt
up just enough so it went above the top of her stockings, and I could see some of her bare thigh. I started on the
outside of her leg, again taking the hem in between my fingers and slowly running my fingers along it, going up
onto the top of her thigh, and then, as slowly as I could, around to her inner thigh. I was savouring the feeling of
her soft skin in that intimate place on her body. Her legs parted a bit wider as I touched her there.
"Perfect, babygirl. Daddy is so proud. Now the other one."
I left her skirt pulled up leaving her thighs bare, and moved down to her right foot, starting again. I was going as
slowly as I could now. I wanted to work my good little girl up as much as I could, and I was having so much fun
playing with her. Slowly, running my fingers over and rubbing her feet. Slowly up her right calf. Slowly, feeling and
checking, up past the knee, up onto the hem of the stocking. Again, taking the hem inbetween my fingers on the
outside, slowly running my fingers along up and down to her inner thigh, savouring every moment of feeling her
beautiful bare skin. As I ran my fingers onto her right inner thigh, I applied just a bit of pressure, pushing against
her leg, and she responded instantly, moving them further apart. My good little girl was sitting in front of me with
her legs opened wide now. Her skirt had moved up so it was just barely covering her panties. I could already smell
the scent of her wet pussy.
"Babygirl. You did a wonderful job today. Daddy has inspected all your clothes and they're absolutely spotless.
You've been such a good girl for me. Daddy needs to inspect one more place now, okay babygirl? Daddy is going to
check under your skirt now."
A small sound escaped her pretty lips. "Oh Daddyyyy...I'm feeling shy..."
"You've done such a good job for your Daddy today. You want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, I love pleasing my Daddy."
"Then be a good girl, and lift your skirt up so Daddy can look at your panties."
"Yes Daddy". With her face flushed and her legs spread wide, my good girl pulled her skirt up for me. She was
wearing pale pink cotton panties with a small frill on the seams. The area inbetween her legs was absolutely
soaked.
"Good girl. You liked the panties that Daddy picked out for you? Daddy thinks you look very pretty in them."
"Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy."
I ran my hand up the top of thigh slowly, brushing my fingers along until it reached the top hem of her panties. I
gave them the same treatment as before, making sure to pull at the hem, making the fabric rub against her pussy.
Another small moan escaped her lips as I did this. I loved it the fact that she couldn't hold it in.
After I reached the top of the centre of her panties, I very, very slowly started to run my fingers down the front of
them, until they started to brush against the wet patch. My hand stopped.
"Babygirl. Your panties have gotten wet."
"Daddyyyyy....I can't help it....everything you're doing made me feel so tingly down there...."
"Did your pussy get wet from Daddy inspecting you?"
"Yes Daddy. You made my pussy feel so warm and wet."
"You need to show your Daddy your wet pussy. Take off your panties."
I could see the tension inside of her. Embarrassment, mixed with arousal and a desire to please me. She put her
hands on her hips, hooked her thumbs underneath her waistband and slid the panties down her legs and off. Then
she sat there, sitting on the lounge in her pretty dress and stockings, her legs spread wide, her pretty little pussy
glistening and a look of utter submission on her face. She would do anything that I told her to, anything at all.
"Good girl. You've gotten very wet for me, babygirl. Do you like spreading your legs and showing your Daddy your
wet pussy?"
"Daddyyyyy...it makes me feel shy, but I love it so much."
"Has your pussy ever gotten wet like this before?"
"Yes Daddy. When we cuddle together on the lounge and I'm pressed up against you it gets wet like this."
"And what do you do when your pussy gets wet over your Daddy, babygirl?"
"After you tuck me in at night and give me my bedtime kiss, I put my hand under my pants and rub it. Am I a bad
girl for doing that Daddy?"
"Babygirl, Daddy loves that he makes you feel that way. Now be a good girl for me and rub your pussy for me
now."
"Daddyyyyy....yes Daddy."

She took her right hand and slid it down between her legs and started moving her fingers around her clit. I put my
left hand on her bare thigh and rubbed it up and down. My right I reached under her leg and grabbed her ass,
holding it firmly. She started rubbing faster.
"Daddy...it feels so much better doing this with you watching and touching me...Daddy you're turning me on so
much...."
"Good little girl. You're turning your Daddy on too by doing this for me. You look so pretty being exposed like this
for me. You're my good little girl."
The moans were coming fast and loud now. She'd spread her legs as wide as they could go, and her fingers were
flying back and forth across her clit.
"Yes Daddy...I'm yours, all yours, I'm your good little girl..."
"Yes Princess. Daddy owns you. Daddy's going to show you exactly what your wet little pussy there is for. You like
the idea of Daddy showing you what your pussy is for babygirl?"
"Yes Daddy! Show your little girl what her wet little pussy is for!"
"Good girl." The fingers on my hand on her thigh grabbed it so I was holding her. The middle finger on my other
hand started running up and down her ass cheek, playing with the outside her asshole. "Daddy's going to show you
what your entire sexy little body is for. You like the idea of Daddy using you babygirl?"
"Yes Daddy! Use your little girl! I'm yours! Fuck Daddy! I'm coming!!"
I pushed my body forward and pushed my mouth against hers, kissing her deeply and greedily. Her soft lips parted
for me, and my tongue plunged deep inside her mouth. As I held her, tongue pushing into her mouth, my little girl
came for me, her whole body bucking against me, moaning into my kiss. I felt like she was melting into me. It was
absolute heaven.
I kept kissing her as her orgasm subsided. It felt like it lasted a long time, but slowly the moans became less loud.
She never stopped letting me kiss her though. My babygirl was completely open to me. I tasted her lips and tongue
for a good long time after she had finished making sounds. Finally I pulled back from her and looked at her. She
looked so pretty, legs spread, eyes wide looking up at me. She was my darling princess and I was the luckiest
Daddy in the world to have such a precious girl.
"Good girl. Daddy's going to have a lot of fun playing with you tonight."

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