The wet sounds of her mouth and the
soft whimpers she made as she bobbed her head up and down were too much for
him. Coupled with her briskly moving fist pumping him, they drove him to the
edge of orgasm in a few minutes.
“Almost there,” he grunted as he
thrust his hips. His body was burning. The excitement of the moment was almost
too much. Blood rushed through his veins, engorged his cock, surged in his
brain until he was just one great pulsing muscle of need. “Daddy’s gonna come
now. Do you want to taste the cream?”
Candy pulled off him. “Uh-huh.”
“Stick out your tongue then.”
She obeyed. Like a child expecting a
piece of candy, she jutted her little tongue from her mouth.
Bob groaned again, louder, and cum
spurted from his cock to land in droplets on her tongue, her lips and cheek.
“Lick it,” he whispered. “Let me see you taste it.”
Her eyes fell closed as she savored
his taste and licked the sticky ribbons from her lips. When she was finished,
one white blob remained on her cheek. Bob leaned forward and wiped it clean
with his finger then offered it to her.
Candy sucked his finger into her
mouth, moaning as if it was the most delicious treat she’d ever tasted. “Mm.
Good. I like the way you taste, Daddy.”
Bob pulled her back onto his lap for
another cuddle. He held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back. Her
head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo.
“That was really hot,” he murmured
after a few minutes. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I told you I like role
playing.”
“And now let me do something for you.
I promised to make you a meal.”
Candy lifted her head and looked up at
him. “You know what. I’m not so hungry any more. But there’s something else you
can do for me.”
“Anything.”
Chapter Two
“I had a long hard day of playing,
Daddy. Will you give me a bath and tuck me into bed?” Candy begged. She was
only partially playing at the role. She really did want to be pampered and
cuddled right now. And she wanted to feel her new Daddy’s big hands moving all
over her naked body.
Her instinct had told her Bob was
something special and it hadn’t led her astray. Although many men liked to
dominate, fewer liked to play the Daddy-daughter games she did. Finding a
willing partner was like striking gold.
“I would love to wash you and get you
ready for bed,” Daddy said now, as he nudged her off his lap and stood. “Do you
want me to carry you upstairs?”
“Will you, please? I’m so sleepy?” She
yawned and that was real, too.
He lifted her in his arms. “You’re so
little. You hardly weigh anything.”
As he carried her upstairs, he hummed
a little tune. She sighed and leaned into him, breathing in the masculine scent
of his skin and the smoky odor from the bar infusing his clothes. “Can I sleep
in your bed tonight?”
“Sure.” He carried her to the
bathroom, switched on the light and set her on the closed lid of the toilet
while he drew the water for her bath. Candy looked around the room, decorated
in deep green and brown. It was a very male room with a generous tub made to
hold a big man’s body. She smelled the faint odor of his cologne from one of
the bottles on the counter and it sent a thrill stitching through her.
She was wired, her whole body edgy
with excitement and arousal. Sucking him off as if it was the first time she’d
encountered a cock was stirring. Now she eagerly looked forward to being bathed
like a child and then receiving some very grown up stimulation in her Daddy’s
bed.
“Can you take your own clothes off or
do you need my help?” he asked her.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m a big girl.
I know how to undress myself. Jeez.”
With that, she rose and slipped off
her top, her bra, her skirt and panties. She stared at him as he gazed at her
body, taking in every detail of her slender form. His eyes glowed with pleasure
and she preened inside. “Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?”
“You’re beautiful, darling. Come here
now.” He held out his arms, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and she went to him.
He lifted and set her down in the bathwater. It lapped around her waist,
soothing and warm. “I should have some bath toys for you to play with.”
“Maybe next time.” She smiled and her
new Daddy grinned back.
He dipped a washcloth, squirted body
wash on it, and began to lather her up—her arms, shoulders, back, breasts and
belly. Then he plunged below the water line, rubbing over her pussy.
She wiggled and laughed. “That tickles
when you touch me there. Do it some more.”
He let the cloth float to the top of
the water and washed her with his hand alone, rubbing and stroking her waxed
pussy and then slipping his fingers between the lips. He leaned against the
edge of the tub and looked into her eyes. “Do you like it when I touch you there?
Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels.”
“It sends sparkles through me,” she
said as he tickled her clit. “It makes me feel funny low in my belly and it
makes me ache between my legs.”
Daddy slid his other hand up her belly
and began to fondle her small breasts. He pulled on the nipples until it hurt
and again he checked her reaction. “Do you like that?”
“Pinch harder. Twist them,” she
muttered.
His eyes went wide. “Is that how a
nice little girl talks? What do you say?”
“Please. Please Daddy, pinch and twist
my nipples.”
Candy whimpered as he obeyed. She
gasped and closed her eyes as his finger on her clit moved faster. “It feels so
good. Oh, Daddy, I think something’s happening.”
Immediately, his hands left her. “Not
yet. Not here. I want you to wait, Candy.”
Her eyes flew open. “Fuck, you’re
torturing me!”
Bob frowned as she broke character,
and Candy realized he didn’t like little girls who changed the game part way
through. She resumed her breathy, baby-doll voice. “Oh please, do more. I like
this game very much.”
“I will when it’s time. Right now we
need to get you cleaned up and put in some pajamas. Of course, you forgot to
bring your bag so you’ll have to use one of my T-shirts as a nightie for
tonight.”
Candy’s throbbing pussy subsided a
little as he rinsed her, let out the water and dried her. He rubbed the thick
towel briskly over her skin until it glowed pink. Then he sat on the toilet
seat while she knelt before him and he brushed her hair. The feeling of the
brush massaging her scalp and pulling the length of her long hair was
wonderful. Candy moaned in pleasure.
“I think I’d like your hair a little
shorter, but still long enough to put in pigtails sometimes. That would be
cute.”
She opened her eyes and stared at the
marble sink in front of her as he took another stroke with the brush. He was
talking as if this relationship would last longer than a night. How had they
come so far, so fast? But Candy knew he was right. This was more than two
people having a wildly erotic night of role playing. There was something
powerful growing between them.
When he was finished with her hair, he
led her naked, to his bedroom and rummaged in his dresser until he found a
T-shirt for her to wear. Candy gazed with interest at the large, dark furniture
that dominated the room. It was definitely a man’s room and she felt very small
and feminine in it. She liked staying overnight with Daddy.
He slipped the shirt over her head and
the neck hole bared one of her shoulders. The hem fell past her knees. “Kinda
big,” she said. “But I like wearing your shirt.”
Daddy pulled back the covers and
lifted her onto the bed. She watched as he stripped off all his clothes except
his briefs. My goodness, there was a bulge in the front of them again. The
Popsicle was back!
Candy scooted over to make room for
her Daddy. When he climbed in, the mattress dipped under his weight and she
rolled toward him, giggling. He held her in his arms and nuzzled his face
against the back of her neck, making her wiggle and giggle some more. “Stop
tickling,” she begged.
He kissed her then, pulling the shirt
down her shoulder as he peppered her skin with kisses. Candy moaned and pushed
her bottom back against him. She felt the hard ridge of his erection poking
against her.
“What happens now, Daddy? Show me.”
She was breathless with excitement at the taboo nature of their play. A
Popsicle blow job and fondling in the bath were one thing, but now that they
entered the territory of penetration, the inappropriateness of the age play hit
home. Candy didn’t know if she should stop the role playing and revert to her
own persona at this point.
“What do you want to have happen?” he
asked.
“I’d…I’d like to ride you like a pony.
Would that be all right?”
“Only if you want to. I would never
make my little girl do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
Candy glanced over her shoulder at him
and grinned. “In that case. Will you please lie on your back and let me bounce
on top of you. I’m pretty sure I’d like it.”
Bob did as she bid, flopping onto his
back. He reached out one long arm, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and
quickly sheathed himself, then he waited for her to do what she wanted.
“It’s very big,” she murmured, rubbing
his shaft until he groaned. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto
his cock, drawing him in inch by inch. Her knees were bent on either side of
him and her hands pressed against his chest. Candy lifted her body up and sank
back down, sighing at the fulfilling feeling of having him buried deep inside
her. “Oh Daddy, I like the way this feels.”
His hands gripped her hips, holding
lightly, but letting her guide the speed. Candy rose and fell on him fast,
building up friction that made her burn inside. “Oh yes, this feels so good.”
Her tits wobbled as she bounced up and down and she let her head fall back as
she groaned loudly.
“Jesus,” he murmured. “Jesus, you’re
amazing. Keep going.”
The heat was so great she thought
she’d burst into flames as her body slapped against his. His big cock filled
her completely. She was a tiny thing perched on top of it, but so powerful with
the pleasure she could give him. She dug her nails into his chest and clung to
him as she cried, “Come on. Come, Daddy. Come.”
And he did, with a shudder and a roar
of ecstasy. The sound penetrated Candy and sent her spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” she shrieked, her body thrashing and her hair whipping
wildly around her face as she peaked.
After her climax died away, she
collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Was that
good? Did you like the ride?”
“Yes. I want to play horsey like that
again.” She smiled and kissed his chest, so happy to be there, safe and warm in
his embrace.
“Why don’t you get some sleep now?”
She was almost asleep when his voice roused her. Daddy slid her onto the
mattress beside him and curved his body around her back.
Oh, I could get used to this,
was the last thought Candy remembered
before she fell sleep.
* * * *
For breakfast the next day, Bob served
her the omelet he’d never gotten around to making the night before. Breakfast
in bed as though she were a queen, or a beloved little girl. They talked about
the amazing experience they’d shared the previous night and decided to take
their relationship more slowly from now on.
“I don’t know if we should jump right
into this,” he said. “The kind of scene we played was pretty deep. Not
something to indulge in with no thought.”
“You’re right. I’ve never…” Candy
paused, searching for the right words. “I mean, I’ve played at Daddy-daughter
scenarios a little bit with partners in the past, but to go into it full
throttle our first time together. That’s pretty wild even for me.”
“All right. So we’ll do some casual
dating. Learn more about each other and see where it leads.”
“Absolutely. Whatever you say…Daddy.”
Candy gave him an impish grin.
Bob grinned back. “It’s not going to
happen is it. We’re lost.” And that was the last conversation they had about
putting the brakes on.
* * * *
Candy didn’t have to work and, since
it was a Sunday, Bob didn’t either so he took her shopping. At the mall he
bought her babydoll pajamas, virginal white nightgowns and plain white
underwear and bras. She tried on black patent leather shoes, saddle shoes, and
white knee socks. A blazer with insignia and pleated skirt--a uniform from a
local private school, completed her schoolgirl ensemble.
They purchased headbands and hair
ribbons and Candy got a new haircut--barely shoulder length, light and bouncy.
The cut made her appear more childlike than ever. It was the first time she’d
been glad to be flat-chested and youthful looking. She was perfect for the part
of Daddy’s girl.
Then they went to a sex shop to
purchase more unique articles. Old fashioned pantalets with ruffles on the
backside. Oversized little girl dresses that ended way up her thigh so her
ruffles showed.