Timidly tiptoeing down the hall, I make my way to the kitchen to have breakfast with daddy. I'm full of anticipation, nervous energy flourishing with each step I take toward my destination. Daddy told me that he has many surprises in store for the day. I wonder what they are! Scenarios play through my mind, so many possibilities, so much that can happen in the span of the day. I've gotta calm down... I take in a deep steading breath... ugh! No Bueno! I just can't- calm- down!
I stop at the mirror in the center of the hall to check my appearance. I styled my hair in cute little pigtails that bobble and bounce when I move. I decided to keep my makeup to a minimum. Just a simple dusting of eyeshadow topped off with a sleek winged eyeliner and a sheer lip gloss to accentuate my lips. I pucker my lips and bounce playfully in the mirror trying to muffle the sound of my giggles with cupped hands over my mouth. Successful at containing the minor outburst, I leave the mirror and sheepishly grin as I think of what daddy's reaction might be when I present myself to him.
I lurk in the shadow of the hall. Once at the corner, my back presses firmly against the wall, and I sneak a peek into the living room. Scanning the space, I quickly spot him sitting in his favorite chair, absorbed into the images projected across the screen of his phone, totally oblivious of my presence. I quietly make my way closer and closer. I hold my breath in attempt to keep from giggling. Almost... there... BOO!!
"Daddy!! No fair!" I pout. "I was gonna scare you first!" I fold my arms across my body. Daddy puts his phone aside.
"Awe, baby girl, I couldn't help myself!" he bellows a hearty laugh. "You should see the look on your face."
"Well I don't think it's funny!" I whirl around to leave in a fit-pitched rage, when I feel a pull at my wrist, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks.
"Where do you think, you're going missy? Come here little one." Pulling me back by my wrist, I turn to face him, eyes settling on the floor. "Awe, baby girl, look at you!" he tries to calm his humorous reaction.
"I really like your jammies!"
I peer at him through my lashes, as faint smile crosses my face. He stares at my blossoming 20-year-old adult figure, looking my shapely body up and down. I hoped he would enjoy my outfit! The fact that he can't keep his eyes off me, more than suggests that he is well pleased. I dressed in a rose-pink tank top, trimmed in lace, and accented with blue ribbon detailing. The shirt had a particular fit that hugged my perky 34B breasts, and accentuated my figure. At the moment, I am very glad I made the decision not to wear a bra, because my nipples are budding under daddy's glare. I feel a delicious chill creep up my spine as my nipples grow tighter. I notice Daddy's eyes move further down my body to the apex of my hips, where my stretch denim and pink shorts outline my mound. I feel myself turn to give him a better view of my tight bottom, and the little cheeks of rounded flesh that are mere centimeters from peeking through.
"Do you like my hair daddy?" I ask.
"Absolutely baby girl!" he replies. I beam! Placing my hands behind my back, I sway back and forth to give my pigtails added animation.
"I did my hair especially for you today!" I exclaim.
"Mmmm, yes Angel, I do love those cute little curls. You look utterly adorable!" he says as he runs his hands through my hair and kisses my forehead.
Feeling the nature of daddy's thoughts turn intense, I realize that a change of pace is needed. "So, daddy, what's for breakfast?" I ask.
"Well baby, I've already eaten, but I left your favorite Saturday breakfast on the table." daddy says. I look to the table to find where daddy has left out my favorite deep cereal bowl and my favorite colorful cereal. He knows that I like the way the cereals swim around in the depth of the bowl. I like the colorful display they make in the bowl, and I like the way two of the rings sometimes get stuck together.
I sit down to the table and prepare my breakfast. Daddy comes over to attempt to help me out as usual, but today I have other things in mind.
"No daddy! No helping today, I want to do it all on my own." I demand. Daddy looks stunned. He takes a step back and indulges me for the moment.
"Daddy! Make sure you watch me, ok!! Are you watching me daddy? I won't pour the milk until you do! Did I do a good job?... YAY!! Thanks, daddy!!" I notice my expressions are completely over the top, but daddy seems to be following and willing to play along, so I continue. I take a bite and realize that my milk isn't cold enough. I like icy cold milk for my cereal.
"Daddy? Could I please have a cube of ice for my cereal? I can't reach it way up in the freezer! THANK YOU, DADDY!!" (clapping my hands and bouncing in my chair) I'm so excited!!
"Sit still little one. You don't want to spill your bowl." daddy says.
"Yes SIR! I promise I won't spill any of it daddy!!" I shake my head side to side, my pigtails falling in tow.
I settle down and grab my spoon, and I swirl my cube of ice around till my milk is the perfect temperature. There's a little left so I place what remains on the paper towel next to me. I don't want daddy to clean up after me. I then begin to press all the colorful rings of my cereal into my bowl so the milk can soak a little. "I won't allow it to get soggy daddy! I like this cereal too much!" I tease. I begin to eat my cereal, dribbling a little milk on my chin, I ask daddy for another paper towel.
"Thanks, dadd..." he cleaned it before I had a chance to!
I pout,"I wanted to do it myself daddy!!" My BIG Brown eyes stare up into daddy's icy blue eyes and I know I've made a mistake! I tried to be so good and make him proud but now...
"Don't take that tone with me little one!" his stern voice threatens.
"Yes, sir!" I reply. Noticing the tears beginning to well up in my eyes, he smiles...
"Awe baby! You know you aren't allowed to speak to me in that tone. I know you wanted to do things on your own. Don't be upset, you just looked so cute sitting there with the milk on your chin! Lol. Daddy couldn't help cleaning you up sweetie! (Kisses me on the cheek) now finish your breakfast!"
Wiping my eyes, I return to my cereal with a smile. Its halfway gone now!! My favorite part! I begin swirling my spoon in the bowl in attempt to only grab the same colors! I mustn't mix the colors! Those are the rules to this game! Yes! Three red!! Ooh five yellow! It's hard to get that many at a time on your spoon! I continue this game until all my cereal is gone.
Now for the milk. I want to drink it all but I don't want daddy to clean me up again. I move my bowl... "Are you done baby girl?" he asks. "No sir I wanna drink my milk!" I reply. "Okay baby!"
Daddy watches intently as I move my paper towel in the place my bowl once was. I pull my bowl closer then pick it up, bringing it closer toward my lips, the icy cold fruit flavored concoction touches the tip of my tongue. I dart my eyes over to daddy and notice, he's still watching. A smile passes my lips...
"SSSSLLLLLLLLLUUUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!"
I notice the expression on daddy's face turn dark, "Baby girl?"
I don't answer, "sllllllllllll."
"Baby girl!" His icy blue eyes darken as an ominous cloud looming on the horizon.
"Slllllluuuuuurrrrrrr."
"You hear me little one! Answer me!" He demands.
"Rp...p...pp...p...Yes daddy?" I answer, with innocence laden throughout my coffee hued eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Finishing my milk daddy!" I proudly respond.
"Angel, I see that you are finishing your milk,
but do you have to make that noise?"
"What noise daddy?"
"Now you kno..."
I interrupt once more, "SSSLLLRRRRUPPP *lips smack* AHHHH!"
I grin my youthful face up toward daddy, "Finished!!"
My eyes meander along his body, daddy's big strong body, consuming his masculinity. Finally reaching their long-sought treasure of an expanding lump in papa's pants. I swiftly look away, giggles threatening to bubble over the rims of my lips, and begin to gather my things! I discard my sullied paper towels, and make my way to the sink to put my bowl and spoon away! That's when I felt a presence towering over my petite stature. I knew before I turned around it was him. Daddy.
My awareness of him rang loud throughout my being. All the pride I felt moments ago, suddenly drain out of me and swirl down the drain of the sink. As well as, all the pride daddy felt toward me, yep, it was gone as well.
*Oh no! I HATE BEING IN TROUBLE! Best feign innocence and play it off*
Before I could turn around to distract daddy with my charms, he moved in close, pinning me between the sink and his rigid body. He leans over me and says, "Did you seek to amuse me little one?" His grave voice reverberates in my ear and down my neck.
I scan my mind for an acceptable response, "I... uhh..." my small voice wobbles.
"Did you think it'd be funny to... tease, Daddy?"
"D-daddy I don't know what you're talking about." I try to worm my way out of his grasp.
"Oh really? You mean for me to believe that you haven't the slightest idea why daddy's COCK... is so hard?" Daddy reaffirms his trapping of my petite frame, and roughly thrusts his expressed member against my backside for added clarity.
I let out a small squeal seconds before the denial, "No Sir, I don't."
"Well, Angela, (uh-oh! He used my formal name) if you insist on feigning ignorance, and blatantly lying to me about it, then I guess I have no other choice but to punish you!" Daddy's voice switches from grave and controlled, to stern and callous within a mere matter of moments. Before I can mutter a plea, the room was turning sideways as daddy easily swoops me up in his arms like a ravenous bird does its prey.
"Daddy no! please don't!" I beg, as I allow the beginning of crocodile tears to well up once more. Daddy, however, saw straight through my feigned attempt this time. He took me to my room and commanded me to undress. "Yes, sir!" I woefully comply.
"You must learn never to tease daddy that way again. You know much daddy loves slurps! You know how excited daddy gets at the sounds you make when you taste his cock! Don't you Angela?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You knew you were teasing daddy didn't you baby!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Did you think I wouldn't punish you? Or did you try to get punished?"
Triggered by the unfastening of his belt, I undertake a last-ditch effort of desperation. "I didn't try to get punished on purpose daddy, I promise! You know I'm a good girl..." I hear the whoosh of his belt pull through the loops of his pants as I continue my pursuit of sweet-talking daddy out of this. My voice becomes increasingly brittle with each petition, "I made a mistake that's all. One little mistake! Please don't do this daddy!! I'm not a naughty girl!" I beg and beg daddy to no avail. He holds an expression of stubborn determination.
I stood before him, fretful of what's to come, but strangely aroused. I experience my budding nipples erecting in the cool air of the room, as chills trek the length of my spine. Goosebumps envelop my cashmere skin, caressing every curve, sensitizing every inch of my being. Daddy beckons me to him with a wave of his belt. My body moves toward him even though my mind is screaming for it to stop. I halt beside his lap, as he grips my wrist. Daddy bends my supple body over the table of his lap, and strokes my delicate thighs. He explains why good little girls have no business teasing their daddies.
My cunny becomes alive with tingles of pleasure, as daddy rhythmically massages my bottom. Grabbing and grouping more firmly, daddy works his fingers closer and closer toward my aching cunny. Teasing and tempting the growing hunger within, the tingles increasing to a thudding throb. I squirmed in papa's lap. Aching to get his taut muscular thigh between my legs to cool my craving cunt. Daddy won't let me though. He pinches my inner thighs and ass instead; adding to the tingling and aching within. I attempt to grind my hips unto him for relief from the intense sensations. Daddy holds my hips down instead, and freshens his grip on the belt. The clanking of the buckle reminds me why I am here.
Daddy administers slow soft spankings, gradually increasing the tempo and the intensity. The thick leather strap executing its scathing fury from one cheek to the other. The first of many tears dash from the dams of my eyes as I scream in torturous pain! OUCH!! AHHHHH!! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN DADDY! He ignores my pleas and continues his assault on my bottom full force. I kick my legs frantically under the relentless assault. I scream louder; DADDY YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE STOP DADDY! PLE-E-E-A-S-EEE!! Daddy doles out a few more satisfying blows before mercy is finally granted.
I sob and sniffle, every tense muscle in my body drops limp in relief. I feel his rough calloused palms rub my ripe red bottom. Then, daddy snakes his fingers between the velvety lips of my cunny, rubbing up...down... up...down. On the next pass, daddy pinches my swollen little clit and rolls it between his fingers just a bit. Before long, my breathing calms and I close my eyes in effort to centralize my mind on the bliss gathering at my core. Daddy slips his big finger into my little hole. I hear him moan at its tight grip on his finger, eliciting a coo of pleasure from my throat. Swirling his finger round and around, stretching my slit little by little, daddy elicits a feeling so strong that it threatens pierce through me and rip me apart. It creeps closer and closer until...
"Get up honey!"
*HUH?* "Yes daddy" I obey confused out of my mind. Daddy replaces my panties and leaves me topless. My cunny aches so much that I whimper when the panties meet my lips.
"Are you ok little one?" daddy mischievously smiles.
Realization of the tide's turning washes over me. Horny and on the verge of begging for more special attention, I listen closely when daddy gives his next command.
"Now, I want you to take a nap and think about what you did!"
"Yes, Sir!" I reply as I climb into bed. Daddy pulls back my blanket, and tucks me in. "Daddy?" my tiny voice sniffles.
"Now, now angel! Take a nap! And make sure you DON'T TOUCH DADDY'S PUSSY. I'll wake you later".
The door's hardware clicks soundly shut and I bundle myself into fetal position. I'm so hot and bothered that I wonder what I can do to ease the incessant hunger threatening to engulf me. The dildo in my night stand would definitely do the trick, but the noise I'd make getting it would alarm daddy and get me into more trouble. I debate plan after plan. All of them seeming as faulty as the first.
Finally, I settle upon fingering myself to provide some relief to my throbbing pussy! I stretch my arm out to test for any noises. Nothing too loud happens so I proceed toward my panty protected mound. Just before by fingers brush up against that forbidden delicacy, I remember daddy's words...
"Now, now angel! Take a nap! And make sure you DON'T TOUCH DADDY'S PUSSY" ... I quickly pull back my frolicking fingers. Pouting from the intense desire to orgasm and the inability to do so, I angrily sink down into the bed. I still feel the deep need to soothe myself somehow, so oral princess that I am, I decide to place my finger into my mouth and suck it. Sucking my finger is always a sure way to soothe myself when I'm all hot and bothered... or receiving pleasure. Deep in frustrated thoughts, my bad mood intensifies. I want to relieve the pent-up need in my cunny so bad, but...my eyes are so heavy. Daddy said no! I can't believe he said no!! ... I really... Ugh!! Want... wan...t ...to. I exhale the anger, and all the tension in my muscles wash away like a wave upon a forsaken sandcastle.
Sleepy from being spanked, worn out from weeping, and frustrated from a feverish need to be fucked, I just want to... Then like the doors to a fortress, my eyes shut out this impending army of emotion, leading me into a dream filled slumber.
From a distance, hushed expressions of affection beckon me. I follow the summoner's call only to be aroused from sleep by a kiss. My lashes flutter as the dim lit room invades the total darkness that encompassed their warm earthen depths only moments prior. When my sight finally comes into focus, daddy stands before me openly grinning in amusement. He must like what he sees because that bulge in his pants has returned.
"You've been sucking your finger again little one!" Daddy knows me very well and easily recognizes the cause of this action.
"Were you a good girl? Did you keep your hands out of daddy's cookie jar?" Daddy reaches his hand into my panties, finding my cunny very responsive and very sensitive. "Good girl."
I shyly grin up at daddy; hoping he wouldn't notice the grain of guilt I was feeling for my near misstep.
"I think it's time for a bath!" he continued. I shoot straight up in bed, unfazed by the slight disorientation in my head.
"May I bring toys daddy? Can I bring my pretty pink vibe? Can I please daddy?" I ask.
"Awe," daddy chuckles. "Not today baby! You're going to get a special bath today. Besides there's only one pretty pink toy I want in the bath right now!" He says as he pinches my cheek. "Let's go sweet Angel." Daddy lends me his hand. Placing my hand in the strength of his, I fling the covers off and follow him into the bathroom.
I pull my panties off, put them in the laundry chute, and leap up unto the countertop. I feel as tall as daddy sitting up here. Daddy stands six foot five and weighs around 250pounds. And it's all pure rugged sensual masculinity. Daddy kneels before the tub, reaching his hand into the basin to check the water temperature. Satisfied that it has kept its coziness while he was kissing me awake, he flings the water off his hand with a few quick shakes and stands to peel his shirt up his taught torso. I identify with the way the shirt seems hesitant to let go of his body. Grappling him desperate to be with him. Nope! I don't blame that shirt one bit!!
Excited to see daddy undress, I place my chin in my hands and swing my legs cheerfully as I wait, and examine my tall strapping daddy absorbedly.
I watch his pants glide down his powerful quads giving way to his chiseled calves. Those legs of his aren't the only pieces of eye candy unveiled by the absence of pants. He turns to get into the tub, when I catch a glimpse of his large flaccid cock. I lick my lips as my finger creeps slowly into my mouth. The prospect of hardening that mouth-watering hunk of flaccid meat is enough motivation to get me into the tub. I hop down and join him, sinking between his long lean legs making sure to slide my firm ass down the length of his cock.
"Mmm baby girl, do I need to remind you about teasing daddy's cock?"
"No sir! I couldn't help myself! Sorry daddy!!"
I settle into the tub and begin to sway my head side to side as I hum a made-up song, "I get a bath with daa-dee, I get a bath with daa-dee." I wiggle, sing, and squirm unable to contain my excitement. This is bliss!!
"Angel?" he says.
"Yes daddy?" I reply
"How would you like to learn a new game?"
"A new game daddy?"
"Yes, a new game pumpkin."
"Really daddy? I love new games!"
Daddy tells me to lean back into his arms and spread my legs. So, I lean into his hard chest and take in a deep breath filling my lungs with the scent of daddy! I close my eyes and drift away to a distant memory of the place I first fell in love with him. Then with a steady exhale, my eyes open to the present, yet stronger, feeling of love toward him. I drape my right leg over daddy's more sturdy one, spreading myself open to him feeling vulnerable and fully exposed. Daddy leans in close and rolls my head to the side, keeping my head there with a slight grip between my jaw and neck. Butterflies swarm in my tummy as he kisses me from the bottom of my neck to my ear lobe where he stops to nibble. He groans heavily into my ear and I shiver despite the warm water surrounding me. His husky voice drips from his lips as he divulges how incredibly proud he is of how good I am getting at doing things on my own.
"Because of this little one, because you are so good, you make very proud, I'm going to teach you something new. Something you will only do for daddy! Ok baby? Daddy is going to teach you how to play with your pretty little pussy just for daddy!" he explains.
Mesmerized by his words, I sink back positioning myself to listen and follow instructions. Daddy reaches down and covers my mound with his hand. As he grazes his hand over its silky-smooth baldness, I suck in my breath, taking in the sensation. Daddy glides his palm against my protruding clit, up and down.
"Do you enjoy that baby? Your little love button is so swollen and so sensitive. Look down baby, look at it." He releases my neck to give me opportunity to see it. I peered down and observed her perched atop my mound as a crown jewel.
"I think it's pretty too little one." Daddy's flattery makes me feel regal.
"Now, Give me your hand princess." says daddy. I do so placing my hand in his. He covers my privates with my own hand, and repeats the motion. I could feel my clit under my palm, firm, yet so sensitive. I feel yet another shiver. However, this one gives off an electric sensation originating from my clit. Pulsating throughout my entire body. Daddy's chuckle rumbled low and sinister in my ear. He then splayed my delicate fingers, straddling that precious jewel between two of them. Our coupled fingers slide between my labia toward my tight little hole. My breath hitches as we stop. He curls his fingers over mine causing them to gently press at the opening. "Breathe baby girl!" daddy says.
I exhale. The pressure at my cunny hole was making me dizzy and unable to think. "That's right! Breathe in deep for daddy. You're making me so proud baby girl".
Breathing regulated, I await the next torturous step. It comes as Daddy swirls our fingers around my cunny, then slides our hands back up to scissor my clit between them. Again, and again we repeat this delicious sequence, and I notice daddy's cock growing increasingly with each series.
I turn my head to him. "Daddy?" I ask as curiosity timidly creeps in and gets the best of me. "May I... ummm... May I please... play with your toy? Please daddy?" He doesn't say a word. He only smiles, unhands his hostage, and acquires a bar of soap. Working the fragrant soap, he slathers the frothy lather across my back, up my neck, and down my shoulders. Next, daddy slithers his soapy hands under my arms, briefly grazes my ribcage (he knows how ticklish I am), and takes hold of my breasts! Kneading, pinching and squeezing my perfect little orbs, daddy sets off a circuit of electric pulses once more.
Instinctively my finger finds its way to my mouth, as my head lolls back like a ragdoll, and my free hand falls into the water.
"Baby girl, you're sucking your finger again"
"Uh-huh." I blissfully reply.
"Is daddy making you feel good baby?"
"Yes, I feel so, so, gooooood, daddy!"
"Would you like to make daddy feel good too?" he asks. I roll my lethargic body around to face daddy and he hands me a different bar of soap.
"The soap is so big and slippery daddy!" I observe. "And it smells different than mine!"
"Yes, baby now work the soap into your hands and wash daddy." I do as I'm directed, and begin with daddy's pecs. My hands easily glide over his well-toned muscle. His tiny nipples pebble and tickle the palm of my hands as I rub over them and upward onto his bulging traps. I reach around his neck to cup the back of his head in a sweet embrace. I bring my nose toward his and rub their tips together in an Eskimo kiss. Daddy kisses my soft juicy lips and I am tempted to wrap my legs around him and stay there forever. However, I want to finish my task to make daddy proud. So, I break the embrace and slip my hands down his shoulders to work the lather into his chorded arms one at a time. As I complete the first arm and make my way to the next one, I notice the tip of daddy's toy bobbing at the surface of the water.
My eyes lock onto their target, and I lose complete focus on what I was previously doing.
"Daddy?" I breathlessly solicit.
As if he already knew what I am asking, daddy leans back to give me better access. I take his cock into my warm, soapy, hands. The feel of it is so much better than that of my pretty pink vibe. Relishing the feel and heft of my daddy's cock, I began to stroke it up and down, feeling the veins pulse and ripple beneath his skin. Daddy's breathing alters to a shallow rise and fall, and I find myself mesmerized by the shallow hypnotic rhythm of daddy's sculpted abs. Daddy thrusts his pelvis, effectively causing his large cock to glide in and out of my small slippery hands. I fall under this spell resting my head above his thumping heart.
Savoring the feeling of being so close to daddy; I nuzzle in closer and he embraces me tightly. I feel as though we are becoming one. Even our heartbeats are in sync. I love daddy so much! I just want to be his little forever. Affection swells in a heartwarming splendor for my rough, rugged, yet affectionate daddy, and I am so happy in this moment. However, the warmth in my heart becomes no match for the coolness of the air surrounding us. Daddy reaches down into the now luke-warm water and rinses the soap off our bodies, stirring me from the trance.
"Come on get up baby, it's getting cold in here." Daddy steps out of the tub unto the plush memory foam rug, tugging on his bath robe.
"But daddy, I want to be with you!!" I whine.
"Now, no whining sweetness, do as you're told!" Tying the straps to his robe, daddy unfolds a large towel, and holds it out for me to step into. "Besides, I wanna be with you too!" daddy confesses. I step out onto the rug where daddy engulfs me into the towel.
"Come with me Angel." He says. I lace my fingers into daddy's and follow him down the hall into his massive bedroom. I stand just inside the doorway and scan the room's décor. The masculinity of room is inviting, albeit a little intimidating. The myriad textures and colors of the room perfectly personify daddy. Rich chestnut shelving stands in bold contrast the slate grey walls. Soft cuddly furs, pairing with stern leather and distressed wood. Setting an organic yet sophisticated atmosphere. Yes, I think daddy's room embodies his personality flawlessly. As I take in my surroundings, daddy strides across the room and turns on the fireplace to warm us.
I look to his great big bed and notice that he has already picked out clothing for me. How thoughtful of him. Daddy is so sweet! Not only are my clothes here, but next to them are movies, lollies, and a few of my favorite stuffies.
Daddy's voice breaks my train of thought, "Come baby girl, it's much warmer over here." he says. I walk over to the shaggy faux fur rug, and daddy brings my clothes over. He positions me in front of the heat of the fire before kneeling to dry me off. I study daddy, concentration showing in the lines of his face, while he takes care to be extra gentle with me. He holds out a pair of pretty polka dot panties and I step into them. He makes sure to glide his hand up my thighs as he places them on my bottom. Then daddy dresses me in a matching night gown. The fabric was sheer and I could see myself through it.
"Daddy, this doesn't keep me very warm."
"It's ok dearest one, we will stay here by the fire."
"But what about the stuffies and lollies?"
"How observant you are little one! I'll tell you what! You settle in right here and daddy will make sure you get a lolli."
"Ok daddy!" I excitedly reply.
Daddy saunters to the bed, and brings back a few pillows and stuffies. He arranges them and joins me on the rug.
"Daddy you forgot the lollies!"
"No baby girl, I didn't. Come here." his eyes glint with humor and that devilish grin returns.
He pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to lie next to him and the stuffies. I choose one of the stuffies to cuddle as daddy begins to fondle my tits. I stare up at daddy. I trace his thick brow. Then trail my delicate fingers across his cheeks, down his thin nose and touch his lips. He tells me how much he loves my innocence. How he adores my willingness to explore without fear. My fingers linger there absorbing the vibrations of his deep voice. Daddy nips at them, snagging my middle finger between his teeth!
"Ouch daddy!" I pout. Daddy covers my pouting lips with his, barely withholding a laugh. I opened my mouth to invite his tongue to dive in deep. Once its invasion takes place, I suck on it with all my might. Daddy moans into my mouth as I release my assault on his tongue. Upon his tongue's retreat, I lick daddy's bottom lip and gently bite it. Finding myself so hungry for him that I seize every opportunity at oral play! Daddy tugged his lip from my teeth and spanks my cunny. I suck in my breath at the sting of the blow.
His voice rumbled low through his smile, as he asks, "Angel, are you hungry?"
"Yes daddy" I breathlessly sigh.
"Would you like that lolli now?"
"Daddy! Why are you asking about lollies?" I respond indignantly! "You left all of the lollies all the way over there on the bed!"
"What if I gave you my lolli?" he asks.
"Your lolli?" My nose crinkles as I attempt to discern his meaning. "Daddy, do you mean your toy?" I innocently ask.
"Awe baby," he says, "come here let me show you."
Daddy sits up directing my head toward his lap. I scoot over and lie my cheek on his thigh, beholding him so innocently, so trusting, and full of wonder. A moan escapes my lips as daddy's big calloused hand strokes my hair. The smoother back of his hand, brushes my cheek. Lingering fingers rest just below my bottom lip. "Little one," daddy calls, "I'm going to teach you all about sucking a man's lolli! Okay? Now, I want you to reach under my robe and pull it out."
I reach in, and remove a fist full of daddy's hefty lolli. I shift his robes out of the way to behold more of him. I release daddy and watch as his flaccid cock lies limply against his thigh. I shift my hips at the sight of it, subconsciously driving my arm toward my cunny.
"Don't touch my pussy baby! That is daddy's fuck hole to play with." He warns. Remembering myself I resolve to place my finger in my mouth instead.
"Do you like the look of daddy's lolli baby?"
"Yes, daddy!! I do"
The sight of his flaccidity, the size of it before its completely hard, drives
me insane!
"Do you know what happens when you suck daddy's lolli?" he asks.
"It will become harder?"
"Well, yes baby... but, if you're a good little girl, and suck me really good, you will get a surprise from daddy's lolli."
"A surprise daddy?" confusion and wonder mingle throughout my expression.
"Yes, baby girl. When a good girl sucks this lolli, it makes daddy feel good. Then the surprise filling pours from the tip, right here."
He points to the small opening at the tip as he explains.
"Do you know what big girls do with that filling?
Thoroughly intrigued I ask, "What do they do daddy?"
"They drink it all up! Every drop! When a girl can do that, a daddy knows she is truly a big girl!"
I look at daddy with wonder filled eyes and I knew that I wanted that reward... the surprise... the chance to be a Big Girl.
"Do you wanna try it?" he asks.
"Yes, daddy I do." I eagerly confess.
"Then," daddy pulls me by the chin and wickedly growls, "put it in your mouth and suck."
Beginning at the base, I spill my tongue over his balls as I lick length of the soft cock, molding it around the curvature of the lolli before reach the tip where I finally engulf it and begin to suck it. I feel it grow inside my mouth as my tongue slithers around that big hardened column of flesh. It's much bigger than my finger! My poor small mouth barely fits around it's generous girth.
"Daddy it's so big!" My muffled mouth expresses.
"You do wanna be a big girl, don't you?" he asks.
"mmmmhmmmpf"
"Then suck!" Daddy thrusts his hips ferociously, forcing his lolli deeper inside. I flatten my tongue around his big juicy lolli to graciously welcome the assault. It drives in deep and I gag, but daddy doesn't stop. Deeper he pummels, wrecking my throat till drool seeps from my lips. I look up afraid of what he will say about the mess. Sensing my fear, he strokes my hair telling me that I am doing an excellent job. *Did he like this mess?* I silently wonder. Well, he didn't complain about it. I regain control, working my slobbery mouth on daddy's slippery lolli. He pulls the lolli out and my lips create a popping noise as it passes.
"Just hold your little mouth opened like that and look at me baby." Daddy reached into the polka dot panties, and massages my wet lips.
"Ahhhh, little girl you're so sloppy wet for me." He dips a finger into the hole just enough to spread more of my wetness,"And you're so fucking beautiful looking up at me like that." He withdraws his hand bringing his fingers to his lips. I watch him as he opens his own mouth tasting my honey from his fingers. He closes his eyes savoring my flavor. Daddy opens his predatory eyes, large and primitive, giving the appearance of a blood thirsty great white shark.
"Open that pretty little mouth," he says. "Open wider and stick out your tongue."
I stick it out as far as I can. He shoves his lolli back deep into my throat and reaches back into my panties causing me to gag forcing my kitty to gush moisture instantaneously. Daddy rubs my poor swollen clit rapidly as he injects his cock into the suction of my face. I hungrily sucked, feeding on his cock. I crave my reward! Incited by the pride daddy would feel in me, I suck, slurp, and gag. I NEED MY SUPRISE.
Electricity again ignites in my pussy cat and radiates in my tummy. Only this time it was much more intense! I released suction to daddy's cock, "Ah daddy!"
"Keep sucking baby!" his strained voice demands.
"But daddy!"
"nnnffffph!! Keep sucking baby."
"Daddy I'm scared."
The sensation got stronger as daddy began cramming my cunny with his fingers. I held on for dear life as my world slipped sideways funneling into a spiraling darkness.
As from a distance, I could hear daddy calling, "That's it baby!! Are you ready? I want you to drink it all down like a good girl."
I wondered though, how could I drink my reward, when I'm falling to a soul shattering abyss? The cock in my mouth expands and pulsates. I fear I won't make daddy proud. I won't be able to complete the task because, "I'm... I ... DADDY!" I muffle. I buck my hips savagely as the assault on my mouth continues. I reach for something, anything in attempt to brace for impact. *My cunny! no... daddy's... ahhh ... his hand... in his...fuck hole... I'm... Gonna...* "Ughhhhh!!"
I feel daddy's free hand lace into mine. We clutch hands tightly and his surprise filling shoots into my mouth in a violent rush. I greedily gulp it all up! Every. Last. Fucking. Drop! Just like daddy told me to! Elated from a pride induced high, I finally crash! My soul shatters and my pussy juices pour from within and soak through my pretty panties.
The electric currents continue their torturous wrath through by body as violently as water conducting electricity. I twitch shiver and shake as if overtaken by an orgasmic seizure and I lie there audibly expressing the experience by moans, hums, and coos.
Every time I think it's over the process restarts. Daddy wraps me up in his arms cradling and calming me as though I am distraught newborn. He decides it may be best to lie me in bed. He removes the cum soaked panties, placing them into his robe pocket, and strokes my little pussy. When he finally maneuvers his way to the bed, he lies me down and climbs in bed beside me.
Resuming the relaxing stroke on my cat, daddy whispers, "Its ok baby, go to sleep. You've had a long eventful day! You're such a good baby girl!"
"Big girl!" I interject.
"Yes, Angel, today you have proven that you are indeed daddy's big girl!"
I stop at the mirror in the center of the hall to check my appearance. I styled my hair in cute little pigtails that bobble and bounce when I move. I decided to keep my makeup to a minimum. Just a simple dusting of eyeshadow topped off with a sleek winged eyeliner and a sheer lip gloss to accentuate my lips. I pucker my lips and bounce playfully in the mirror trying to muffle the sound of my giggles with cupped hands over my mouth. Successful at containing the minor outburst, I leave the mirror and sheepishly grin as I think of what daddy's reaction might be when I present myself to him.
I lurk in the shadow of the hall. Once at the corner, my back presses firmly against the wall, and I sneak a peek into the living room. Scanning the space, I quickly spot him sitting in his favorite chair, absorbed into the images projected across the screen of his phone, totally oblivious of my presence. I quietly make my way closer and closer. I hold my breath in attempt to keep from giggling. Almost... there... BOO!!
"Daddy!! No fair!" I pout. "I was gonna scare you first!" I fold my arms across my body. Daddy puts his phone aside.
"Awe, baby girl, I couldn't help myself!" he bellows a hearty laugh. "You should see the look on your face."
"Well I don't think it's funny!" I whirl around to leave in a fit-pitched rage, when I feel a pull at my wrist, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks.
"Where do you think, you're going missy? Come here little one." Pulling me back by my wrist, I turn to face him, eyes settling on the floor. "Awe, baby girl, look at you!" he tries to calm his humorous reaction.
"I really like your jammies!"
I peer at him through my lashes, as faint smile crosses my face. He stares at my blossoming 20-year-old adult figure, looking my shapely body up and down. I hoped he would enjoy my outfit! The fact that he can't keep his eyes off me, more than suggests that he is well pleased. I dressed in a rose-pink tank top, trimmed in lace, and accented with blue ribbon detailing. The shirt had a particular fit that hugged my perky 34B breasts, and accentuated my figure. At the moment, I am very glad I made the decision not to wear a bra, because my nipples are budding under daddy's glare. I feel a delicious chill creep up my spine as my nipples grow tighter. I notice Daddy's eyes move further down my body to the apex of my hips, where my stretch denim and pink shorts outline my mound. I feel myself turn to give him a better view of my tight bottom, and the little cheeks of rounded flesh that are mere centimeters from peeking through.
"Do you like my hair daddy?" I ask.
"Absolutely baby girl!" he replies. I beam! Placing my hands behind my back, I sway back and forth to give my pigtails added animation.
"I did my hair especially for you today!" I exclaim.
"Mmmm, yes Angel, I do love those cute little curls. You look utterly adorable!" he says as he runs his hands through my hair and kisses my forehead.
Feeling the nature of daddy's thoughts turn intense, I realize that a change of pace is needed. "So, daddy, what's for breakfast?" I ask.
"Well baby, I've already eaten, but I left your favorite Saturday breakfast on the table." daddy says. I look to the table to find where daddy has left out my favorite deep cereal bowl and my favorite colorful cereal. He knows that I like the way the cereals swim around in the depth of the bowl. I like the colorful display they make in the bowl, and I like the way two of the rings sometimes get stuck together.
I sit down to the table and prepare my breakfast. Daddy comes over to attempt to help me out as usual, but today I have other things in mind.
"No daddy! No helping today, I want to do it all on my own." I demand. Daddy looks stunned. He takes a step back and indulges me for the moment.
"Daddy! Make sure you watch me, ok!! Are you watching me daddy? I won't pour the milk until you do! Did I do a good job?... YAY!! Thanks, daddy!!" I notice my expressions are completely over the top, but daddy seems to be following and willing to play along, so I continue. I take a bite and realize that my milk isn't cold enough. I like icy cold milk for my cereal.
"Daddy? Could I please have a cube of ice for my cereal? I can't reach it way up in the freezer! THANK YOU, DADDY!!" (clapping my hands and bouncing in my chair) I'm so excited!!
"Sit still little one. You don't want to spill your bowl." daddy says.
"Yes SIR! I promise I won't spill any of it daddy!!" I shake my head side to side, my pigtails falling in tow.
I settle down and grab my spoon, and I swirl my cube of ice around till my milk is the perfect temperature. There's a little left so I place what remains on the paper towel next to me. I don't want daddy to clean up after me. I then begin to press all the colorful rings of my cereal into my bowl so the milk can soak a little. "I won't allow it to get soggy daddy! I like this cereal too much!" I tease. I begin to eat my cereal, dribbling a little milk on my chin, I ask daddy for another paper towel.
"Thanks, dadd..." he cleaned it before I had a chance to!
I pout,"I wanted to do it myself daddy!!" My BIG Brown eyes stare up into daddy's icy blue eyes and I know I've made a mistake! I tried to be so good and make him proud but now...
"Don't take that tone with me little one!" his stern voice threatens.
"Yes, sir!" I reply. Noticing the tears beginning to well up in my eyes, he smiles...
"Awe baby! You know you aren't allowed to speak to me in that tone. I know you wanted to do things on your own. Don't be upset, you just looked so cute sitting there with the milk on your chin! Lol. Daddy couldn't help cleaning you up sweetie! (Kisses me on the cheek) now finish your breakfast!"
Wiping my eyes, I return to my cereal with a smile. Its halfway gone now!! My favorite part! I begin swirling my spoon in the bowl in attempt to only grab the same colors! I mustn't mix the colors! Those are the rules to this game! Yes! Three red!! Ooh five yellow! It's hard to get that many at a time on your spoon! I continue this game until all my cereal is gone.
Now for the milk. I want to drink it all but I don't want daddy to clean me up again. I move my bowl... "Are you done baby girl?" he asks. "No sir I wanna drink my milk!" I reply. "Okay baby!"
Daddy watches intently as I move my paper towel in the place my bowl once was. I pull my bowl closer then pick it up, bringing it closer toward my lips, the icy cold fruit flavored concoction touches the tip of my tongue. I dart my eyes over to daddy and notice, he's still watching. A smile passes my lips...
"SSSSLLLLLLLLLUUUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!"
I notice the expression on daddy's face turn dark, "Baby girl?"
I don't answer, "sllllllllllll."
"Baby girl!" His icy blue eyes darken as an ominous cloud looming on the horizon.
"Slllllluuuuuurrrrrrr."
"You hear me little one! Answer me!" He demands.
"Rp...p...pp...p...Yes daddy?" I answer, with innocence laden throughout my coffee hued eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Finishing my milk daddy!" I proudly respond.
"Angel, I see that you are finishing your milk,
but do you have to make that noise?"
"What noise daddy?"
"Now you kno..."
I interrupt once more, "SSSLLLRRRRUPPP *lips smack* AHHHH!"
I grin my youthful face up toward daddy, "Finished!!"
My eyes meander along his body, daddy's big strong body, consuming his masculinity. Finally reaching their long-sought treasure of an expanding lump in papa's pants. I swiftly look away, giggles threatening to bubble over the rims of my lips, and begin to gather my things! I discard my sullied paper towels, and make my way to the sink to put my bowl and spoon away! That's when I felt a presence towering over my petite stature. I knew before I turned around it was him. Daddy.
My awareness of him rang loud throughout my being. All the pride I felt moments ago, suddenly drain out of me and swirl down the drain of the sink. As well as, all the pride daddy felt toward me, yep, it was gone as well.
*Oh no! I HATE BEING IN TROUBLE! Best feign innocence and play it off*
Before I could turn around to distract daddy with my charms, he moved in close, pinning me between the sink and his rigid body. He leans over me and says, "Did you seek to amuse me little one?" His grave voice reverberates in my ear and down my neck.
I scan my mind for an acceptable response, "I... uhh..." my small voice wobbles.
"Did you think it'd be funny to... tease, Daddy?"
"D-daddy I don't know what you're talking about." I try to worm my way out of his grasp.
"Oh really? You mean for me to believe that you haven't the slightest idea why daddy's COCK... is so hard?" Daddy reaffirms his trapping of my petite frame, and roughly thrusts his expressed member against my backside for added clarity.
I let out a small squeal seconds before the denial, "No Sir, I don't."
"Well, Angela, (uh-oh! He used my formal name) if you insist on feigning ignorance, and blatantly lying to me about it, then I guess I have no other choice but to punish you!" Daddy's voice switches from grave and controlled, to stern and callous within a mere matter of moments. Before I can mutter a plea, the room was turning sideways as daddy easily swoops me up in his arms like a ravenous bird does its prey.
"Daddy no! please don't!" I beg, as I allow the beginning of crocodile tears to well up once more. Daddy, however, saw straight through my feigned attempt this time. He took me to my room and commanded me to undress. "Yes, sir!" I woefully comply.
"You must learn never to tease daddy that way again. You know much daddy loves slurps! You know how excited daddy gets at the sounds you make when you taste his cock! Don't you Angela?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You knew you were teasing daddy didn't you baby!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Did you think I wouldn't punish you? Or did you try to get punished?"
Triggered by the unfastening of his belt, I undertake a last-ditch effort of desperation. "I didn't try to get punished on purpose daddy, I promise! You know I'm a good girl..." I hear the whoosh of his belt pull through the loops of his pants as I continue my pursuit of sweet-talking daddy out of this. My voice becomes increasingly brittle with each petition, "I made a mistake that's all. One little mistake! Please don't do this daddy!! I'm not a naughty girl!" I beg and beg daddy to no avail. He holds an expression of stubborn determination.
I stood before him, fretful of what's to come, but strangely aroused. I experience my budding nipples erecting in the cool air of the room, as chills trek the length of my spine. Goosebumps envelop my cashmere skin, caressing every curve, sensitizing every inch of my being. Daddy beckons me to him with a wave of his belt. My body moves toward him even though my mind is screaming for it to stop. I halt beside his lap, as he grips my wrist. Daddy bends my supple body over the table of his lap, and strokes my delicate thighs. He explains why good little girls have no business teasing their daddies.
My cunny becomes alive with tingles of pleasure, as daddy rhythmically massages my bottom. Grabbing and grouping more firmly, daddy works his fingers closer and closer toward my aching cunny. Teasing and tempting the growing hunger within, the tingles increasing to a thudding throb. I squirmed in papa's lap. Aching to get his taut muscular thigh between my legs to cool my craving cunt. Daddy won't let me though. He pinches my inner thighs and ass instead; adding to the tingling and aching within. I attempt to grind my hips unto him for relief from the intense sensations. Daddy holds my hips down instead, and freshens his grip on the belt. The clanking of the buckle reminds me why I am here.
Daddy administers slow soft spankings, gradually increasing the tempo and the intensity. The thick leather strap executing its scathing fury from one cheek to the other. The first of many tears dash from the dams of my eyes as I scream in torturous pain! OUCH!! AHHHHH!! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN DADDY! He ignores my pleas and continues his assault on my bottom full force. I kick my legs frantically under the relentless assault. I scream louder; DADDY YOU'RE HURTING ME! PLEASE STOP DADDY! PLE-E-E-A-S-EEE!! Daddy doles out a few more satisfying blows before mercy is finally granted.
I sob and sniffle, every tense muscle in my body drops limp in relief. I feel his rough calloused palms rub my ripe red bottom. Then, daddy snakes his fingers between the velvety lips of my cunny, rubbing up...down... up...down. On the next pass, daddy pinches my swollen little clit and rolls it between his fingers just a bit. Before long, my breathing calms and I close my eyes in effort to centralize my mind on the bliss gathering at my core. Daddy slips his big finger into my little hole. I hear him moan at its tight grip on his finger, eliciting a coo of pleasure from my throat. Swirling his finger round and around, stretching my slit little by little, daddy elicits a feeling so strong that it threatens pierce through me and rip me apart. It creeps closer and closer until...
"Get up honey!"
*HUH?* "Yes daddy" I obey confused out of my mind. Daddy replaces my panties and leaves me topless. My cunny aches so much that I whimper when the panties meet my lips.
"Are you ok little one?" daddy mischievously smiles.
Realization of the tide's turning washes over me. Horny and on the verge of begging for more special attention, I listen closely when daddy gives his next command.
"Now, I want you to take a nap and think about what you did!"
"Yes, Sir!" I reply as I climb into bed. Daddy pulls back my blanket, and tucks me in. "Daddy?" my tiny voice sniffles.
"Now, now angel! Take a nap! And make sure you DON'T TOUCH DADDY'S PUSSY. I'll wake you later".
The door's hardware clicks soundly shut and I bundle myself into fetal position. I'm so hot and bothered that I wonder what I can do to ease the incessant hunger threatening to engulf me. The dildo in my night stand would definitely do the trick, but the noise I'd make getting it would alarm daddy and get me into more trouble. I debate plan after plan. All of them seeming as faulty as the first.
Finally, I settle upon fingering myself to provide some relief to my throbbing pussy! I stretch my arm out to test for any noises. Nothing too loud happens so I proceed toward my panty protected mound. Just before by fingers brush up against that forbidden delicacy, I remember daddy's words...
"Now, now angel! Take a nap! And make sure you DON'T TOUCH DADDY'S PUSSY" ... I quickly pull back my frolicking fingers. Pouting from the intense desire to orgasm and the inability to do so, I angrily sink down into the bed. I still feel the deep need to soothe myself somehow, so oral princess that I am, I decide to place my finger into my mouth and suck it. Sucking my finger is always a sure way to soothe myself when I'm all hot and bothered... or receiving pleasure. Deep in frustrated thoughts, my bad mood intensifies. I want to relieve the pent-up need in my cunny so bad, but...my eyes are so heavy. Daddy said no! I can't believe he said no!! ... I really... Ugh!! Want... wan...t ...to. I exhale the anger, and all the tension in my muscles wash away like a wave upon a forsaken sandcastle.
Sleepy from being spanked, worn out from weeping, and frustrated from a feverish need to be fucked, I just want to... Then like the doors to a fortress, my eyes shut out this impending army of emotion, leading me into a dream filled slumber.
From a distance, hushed expressions of affection beckon me. I follow the summoner's call only to be aroused from sleep by a kiss. My lashes flutter as the dim lit room invades the total darkness that encompassed their warm earthen depths only moments prior. When my sight finally comes into focus, daddy stands before me openly grinning in amusement. He must like what he sees because that bulge in his pants has returned.
"You've been sucking your finger again little one!" Daddy knows me very well and easily recognizes the cause of this action.
"Were you a good girl? Did you keep your hands out of daddy's cookie jar?" Daddy reaches his hand into my panties, finding my cunny very responsive and very sensitive. "Good girl."
I shyly grin up at daddy; hoping he wouldn't notice the grain of guilt I was feeling for my near misstep.
"I think it's time for a bath!" he continued. I shoot straight up in bed, unfazed by the slight disorientation in my head.
"May I bring toys daddy? Can I bring my pretty pink vibe? Can I please daddy?" I ask.
"Awe," daddy chuckles. "Not today baby! You're going to get a special bath today. Besides there's only one pretty pink toy I want in the bath right now!" He says as he pinches my cheek. "Let's go sweet Angel." Daddy lends me his hand. Placing my hand in the strength of his, I fling the covers off and follow him into the bathroom.
I pull my panties off, put them in the laundry chute, and leap up unto the countertop. I feel as tall as daddy sitting up here. Daddy stands six foot five and weighs around 250pounds. And it's all pure rugged sensual masculinity. Daddy kneels before the tub, reaching his hand into the basin to check the water temperature. Satisfied that it has kept its coziness while he was kissing me awake, he flings the water off his hand with a few quick shakes and stands to peel his shirt up his taught torso. I identify with the way the shirt seems hesitant to let go of his body. Grappling him desperate to be with him. Nope! I don't blame that shirt one bit!!
Excited to see daddy undress, I place my chin in my hands and swing my legs cheerfully as I wait, and examine my tall strapping daddy absorbedly.
I watch his pants glide down his powerful quads giving way to his chiseled calves. Those legs of his aren't the only pieces of eye candy unveiled by the absence of pants. He turns to get into the tub, when I catch a glimpse of his large flaccid cock. I lick my lips as my finger creeps slowly into my mouth. The prospect of hardening that mouth-watering hunk of flaccid meat is enough motivation to get me into the tub. I hop down and join him, sinking between his long lean legs making sure to slide my firm ass down the length of his cock.
"Mmm baby girl, do I need to remind you about teasing daddy's cock?"
"No sir! I couldn't help myself! Sorry daddy!!"
I settle into the tub and begin to sway my head side to side as I hum a made-up song, "I get a bath with daa-dee, I get a bath with daa-dee." I wiggle, sing, and squirm unable to contain my excitement. This is bliss!!
"Angel?" he says.
"Yes daddy?" I reply
"How would you like to learn a new game?"
"A new game daddy?"
"Yes, a new game pumpkin."
"Really daddy? I love new games!"
Daddy tells me to lean back into his arms and spread my legs. So, I lean into his hard chest and take in a deep breath filling my lungs with the scent of daddy! I close my eyes and drift away to a distant memory of the place I first fell in love with him. Then with a steady exhale, my eyes open to the present, yet stronger, feeling of love toward him. I drape my right leg over daddy's more sturdy one, spreading myself open to him feeling vulnerable and fully exposed. Daddy leans in close and rolls my head to the side, keeping my head there with a slight grip between my jaw and neck. Butterflies swarm in my tummy as he kisses me from the bottom of my neck to my ear lobe where he stops to nibble. He groans heavily into my ear and I shiver despite the warm water surrounding me. His husky voice drips from his lips as he divulges how incredibly proud he is of how good I am getting at doing things on my own.
"Because of this little one, because you are so good, you make very proud, I'm going to teach you something new. Something you will only do for daddy! Ok baby? Daddy is going to teach you how to play with your pretty little pussy just for daddy!" he explains.
Mesmerized by his words, I sink back positioning myself to listen and follow instructions. Daddy reaches down and covers my mound with his hand. As he grazes his hand over its silky-smooth baldness, I suck in my breath, taking in the sensation. Daddy glides his palm against my protruding clit, up and down.
"Do you enjoy that baby? Your little love button is so swollen and so sensitive. Look down baby, look at it." He releases my neck to give me opportunity to see it. I peered down and observed her perched atop my mound as a crown jewel.
"I think it's pretty too little one." Daddy's flattery makes me feel regal.
"Now, Give me your hand princess." says daddy. I do so placing my hand in his. He covers my privates with my own hand, and repeats the motion. I could feel my clit under my palm, firm, yet so sensitive. I feel yet another shiver. However, this one gives off an electric sensation originating from my clit. Pulsating throughout my entire body. Daddy's chuckle rumbled low and sinister in my ear. He then splayed my delicate fingers, straddling that precious jewel between two of them. Our coupled fingers slide between my labia toward my tight little hole. My breath hitches as we stop. He curls his fingers over mine causing them to gently press at the opening. "Breathe baby girl!" daddy says.
I exhale. The pressure at my cunny hole was making me dizzy and unable to think. "That's right! Breathe in deep for daddy. You're making me so proud baby girl".
Breathing regulated, I await the next torturous step. It comes as Daddy swirls our fingers around my cunny, then slides our hands back up to scissor my clit between them. Again, and again we repeat this delicious sequence, and I notice daddy's cock growing increasingly with each series.
I turn my head to him. "Daddy?" I ask as curiosity timidly creeps in and gets the best of me. "May I... ummm... May I please... play with your toy? Please daddy?" He doesn't say a word. He only smiles, unhands his hostage, and acquires a bar of soap. Working the fragrant soap, he slathers the frothy lather across my back, up my neck, and down my shoulders. Next, daddy slithers his soapy hands under my arms, briefly grazes my ribcage (he knows how ticklish I am), and takes hold of my breasts! Kneading, pinching and squeezing my perfect little orbs, daddy sets off a circuit of electric pulses once more.
Instinctively my finger finds its way to my mouth, as my head lolls back like a ragdoll, and my free hand falls into the water.
"Baby girl, you're sucking your finger again"
"Uh-huh." I blissfully reply.
"Is daddy making you feel good baby?"
"Yes, I feel so, so, gooooood, daddy!"
"Would you like to make daddy feel good too?" he asks. I roll my lethargic body around to face daddy and he hands me a different bar of soap.
"The soap is so big and slippery daddy!" I observe. "And it smells different than mine!"
"Yes, baby now work the soap into your hands and wash daddy." I do as I'm directed, and begin with daddy's pecs. My hands easily glide over his well-toned muscle. His tiny nipples pebble and tickle the palm of my hands as I rub over them and upward onto his bulging traps. I reach around his neck to cup the back of his head in a sweet embrace. I bring my nose toward his and rub their tips together in an Eskimo kiss. Daddy kisses my soft juicy lips and I am tempted to wrap my legs around him and stay there forever. However, I want to finish my task to make daddy proud. So, I break the embrace and slip my hands down his shoulders to work the lather into his chorded arms one at a time. As I complete the first arm and make my way to the next one, I notice the tip of daddy's toy bobbing at the surface of the water.
My eyes lock onto their target, and I lose complete focus on what I was previously doing.
"Daddy?" I breathlessly solicit.
As if he already knew what I am asking, daddy leans back to give me better access. I take his cock into my warm, soapy, hands. The feel of it is so much better than that of my pretty pink vibe. Relishing the feel and heft of my daddy's cock, I began to stroke it up and down, feeling the veins pulse and ripple beneath his skin. Daddy's breathing alters to a shallow rise and fall, and I find myself mesmerized by the shallow hypnotic rhythm of daddy's sculpted abs. Daddy thrusts his pelvis, effectively causing his large cock to glide in and out of my small slippery hands. I fall under this spell resting my head above his thumping heart.
Savoring the feeling of being so close to daddy; I nuzzle in closer and he embraces me tightly. I feel as though we are becoming one. Even our heartbeats are in sync. I love daddy so much! I just want to be his little forever. Affection swells in a heartwarming splendor for my rough, rugged, yet affectionate daddy, and I am so happy in this moment. However, the warmth in my heart becomes no match for the coolness of the air surrounding us. Daddy reaches down into the now luke-warm water and rinses the soap off our bodies, stirring me from the trance.
"Come on get up baby, it's getting cold in here." Daddy steps out of the tub unto the plush memory foam rug, tugging on his bath robe.
"But daddy, I want to be with you!!" I whine.
"Now, no whining sweetness, do as you're told!" Tying the straps to his robe, daddy unfolds a large towel, and holds it out for me to step into. "Besides, I wanna be with you too!" daddy confesses. I step out onto the rug where daddy engulfs me into the towel.
"Come with me Angel." He says. I lace my fingers into daddy's and follow him down the hall into his massive bedroom. I stand just inside the doorway and scan the room's décor. The masculinity of room is inviting, albeit a little intimidating. The myriad textures and colors of the room perfectly personify daddy. Rich chestnut shelving stands in bold contrast the slate grey walls. Soft cuddly furs, pairing with stern leather and distressed wood. Setting an organic yet sophisticated atmosphere. Yes, I think daddy's room embodies his personality flawlessly. As I take in my surroundings, daddy strides across the room and turns on the fireplace to warm us.
I look to his great big bed and notice that he has already picked out clothing for me. How thoughtful of him. Daddy is so sweet! Not only are my clothes here, but next to them are movies, lollies, and a few of my favorite stuffies.
Daddy's voice breaks my train of thought, "Come baby girl, it's much warmer over here." he says. I walk over to the shaggy faux fur rug, and daddy brings my clothes over. He positions me in front of the heat of the fire before kneeling to dry me off. I study daddy, concentration showing in the lines of his face, while he takes care to be extra gentle with me. He holds out a pair of pretty polka dot panties and I step into them. He makes sure to glide his hand up my thighs as he places them on my bottom. Then daddy dresses me in a matching night gown. The fabric was sheer and I could see myself through it.
"Daddy, this doesn't keep me very warm."
"It's ok dearest one, we will stay here by the fire."
"But what about the stuffies and lollies?"
"How observant you are little one! I'll tell you what! You settle in right here and daddy will make sure you get a lolli."
"Ok daddy!" I excitedly reply.
Daddy saunters to the bed, and brings back a few pillows and stuffies. He arranges them and joins me on the rug.
"Daddy you forgot the lollies!"
"No baby girl, I didn't. Come here." his eyes glint with humor and that devilish grin returns.
He pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to lie next to him and the stuffies. I choose one of the stuffies to cuddle as daddy begins to fondle my tits. I stare up at daddy. I trace his thick brow. Then trail my delicate fingers across his cheeks, down his thin nose and touch his lips. He tells me how much he loves my innocence. How he adores my willingness to explore without fear. My fingers linger there absorbing the vibrations of his deep voice. Daddy nips at them, snagging my middle finger between his teeth!
"Ouch daddy!" I pout. Daddy covers my pouting lips with his, barely withholding a laugh. I opened my mouth to invite his tongue to dive in deep. Once its invasion takes place, I suck on it with all my might. Daddy moans into my mouth as I release my assault on his tongue. Upon his tongue's retreat, I lick daddy's bottom lip and gently bite it. Finding myself so hungry for him that I seize every opportunity at oral play! Daddy tugged his lip from my teeth and spanks my cunny. I suck in my breath at the sting of the blow.
His voice rumbled low through his smile, as he asks, "Angel, are you hungry?"
"Yes daddy" I breathlessly sigh.
"Would you like that lolli now?"
"Daddy! Why are you asking about lollies?" I respond indignantly! "You left all of the lollies all the way over there on the bed!"
"What if I gave you my lolli?" he asks.
"Your lolli?" My nose crinkles as I attempt to discern his meaning. "Daddy, do you mean your toy?" I innocently ask.
"Awe baby," he says, "come here let me show you."
Daddy sits up directing my head toward his lap. I scoot over and lie my cheek on his thigh, beholding him so innocently, so trusting, and full of wonder. A moan escapes my lips as daddy's big calloused hand strokes my hair. The smoother back of his hand, brushes my cheek. Lingering fingers rest just below my bottom lip. "Little one," daddy calls, "I'm going to teach you all about sucking a man's lolli! Okay? Now, I want you to reach under my robe and pull it out."
I reach in, and remove a fist full of daddy's hefty lolli. I shift his robes out of the way to behold more of him. I release daddy and watch as his flaccid cock lies limply against his thigh. I shift my hips at the sight of it, subconsciously driving my arm toward my cunny.
"Don't touch my pussy baby! That is daddy's fuck hole to play with." He warns. Remembering myself I resolve to place my finger in my mouth instead.
"Do you like the look of daddy's lolli baby?"
"Yes, daddy!! I do"
The sight of his flaccidity, the size of it before its completely hard, drives
me insane!
"Do you know what happens when you suck daddy's lolli?" he asks.
"It will become harder?"
"Well, yes baby... but, if you're a good little girl, and suck me really good, you will get a surprise from daddy's lolli."
"A surprise daddy?" confusion and wonder mingle throughout my expression.
"Yes, baby girl. When a good girl sucks this lolli, it makes daddy feel good. Then the surprise filling pours from the tip, right here."
He points to the small opening at the tip as he explains.
"Do you know what big girls do with that filling?
Thoroughly intrigued I ask, "What do they do daddy?"
"They drink it all up! Every drop! When a girl can do that, a daddy knows she is truly a big girl!"
I look at daddy with wonder filled eyes and I knew that I wanted that reward... the surprise... the chance to be a Big Girl.
"Do you wanna try it?" he asks.
"Yes, daddy I do." I eagerly confess.
"Then," daddy pulls me by the chin and wickedly growls, "put it in your mouth and suck."
Beginning at the base, I spill my tongue over his balls as I lick length of the soft cock, molding it around the curvature of the lolli before reach the tip where I finally engulf it and begin to suck it. I feel it grow inside my mouth as my tongue slithers around that big hardened column of flesh. It's much bigger than my finger! My poor small mouth barely fits around it's generous girth.
"Daddy it's so big!" My muffled mouth expresses.
"You do wanna be a big girl, don't you?" he asks.
"mmmmhmmmpf"
"Then suck!" Daddy thrusts his hips ferociously, forcing his lolli deeper inside. I flatten my tongue around his big juicy lolli to graciously welcome the assault. It drives in deep and I gag, but daddy doesn't stop. Deeper he pummels, wrecking my throat till drool seeps from my lips. I look up afraid of what he will say about the mess. Sensing my fear, he strokes my hair telling me that I am doing an excellent job. *Did he like this mess?* I silently wonder. Well, he didn't complain about it. I regain control, working my slobbery mouth on daddy's slippery lolli. He pulls the lolli out and my lips create a popping noise as it passes.
"Just hold your little mouth opened like that and look at me baby." Daddy reached into the polka dot panties, and massages my wet lips.
"Ahhhh, little girl you're so sloppy wet for me." He dips a finger into the hole just enough to spread more of my wetness,"And you're so fucking beautiful looking up at me like that." He withdraws his hand bringing his fingers to his lips. I watch him as he opens his own mouth tasting my honey from his fingers. He closes his eyes savoring my flavor. Daddy opens his predatory eyes, large and primitive, giving the appearance of a blood thirsty great white shark.
"Open that pretty little mouth," he says. "Open wider and stick out your tongue."
I stick it out as far as I can. He shoves his lolli back deep into my throat and reaches back into my panties causing me to gag forcing my kitty to gush moisture instantaneously. Daddy rubs my poor swollen clit rapidly as he injects his cock into the suction of my face. I hungrily sucked, feeding on his cock. I crave my reward! Incited by the pride daddy would feel in me, I suck, slurp, and gag. I NEED MY SUPRISE.
Electricity again ignites in my pussy cat and radiates in my tummy. Only this time it was much more intense! I released suction to daddy's cock, "Ah daddy!"
"Keep sucking baby!" his strained voice demands.
"But daddy!"
"nnnffffph!! Keep sucking baby."
"Daddy I'm scared."
The sensation got stronger as daddy began cramming my cunny with his fingers. I held on for dear life as my world slipped sideways funneling into a spiraling darkness.
As from a distance, I could hear daddy calling, "That's it baby!! Are you ready? I want you to drink it all down like a good girl."
I wondered though, how could I drink my reward, when I'm falling to a soul shattering abyss? The cock in my mouth expands and pulsates. I fear I won't make daddy proud. I won't be able to complete the task because, "I'm... I ... DADDY!" I muffle. I buck my hips savagely as the assault on my mouth continues. I reach for something, anything in attempt to brace for impact. *My cunny! no... daddy's... ahhh ... his hand... in his...fuck hole... I'm... Gonna...* "Ughhhhh!!"
I feel daddy's free hand lace into mine. We clutch hands tightly and his surprise filling shoots into my mouth in a violent rush. I greedily gulp it all up! Every. Last. Fucking. Drop! Just like daddy told me to! Elated from a pride induced high, I finally crash! My soul shatters and my pussy juices pour from within and soak through my pretty panties.
The electric currents continue their torturous wrath through by body as violently as water conducting electricity. I twitch shiver and shake as if overtaken by an orgasmic seizure and I lie there audibly expressing the experience by moans, hums, and coos.
Every time I think it's over the process restarts. Daddy wraps me up in his arms cradling and calming me as though I am distraught newborn. He decides it may be best to lie me in bed. He removes the cum soaked panties, placing them into his robe pocket, and strokes my little pussy. When he finally maneuvers his way to the bed, he lies me down and climbs in bed beside me.
Resuming the relaxing stroke on my cat, daddy whispers, "Its ok baby, go to sleep. You've had a long eventful day! You're such a good baby girl!"
"Big girl!" I interject.
"Yes, Angel, today you have proven that you are indeed daddy's big girl!"