Whore

Daddy tells me I’m a whore.

When his hand is rubbing me and he’s sucking and licking my nipples knowing it makes me wet as fuck, he tells me I’m a whore.

“You’d let anyone fuck you when you’re like this, wouldn’t you?”

I murmur or groan out a yes.

“I could get a group, any number of men in here and have you blindfolded and you’d beg each one of them to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

I am so fucking horny I say yes.

“You wouldn’t care who all these dirty old men were, you’d just want to feel their cocks slamming into your cunt over and over, wouldn’t you?”

I don’t want to admit it, but I do.

“You’re a filthy, disgusting little slut. Tell me what you’d say to them…”

I tell him that I’d say I was a whore. I tell him I’d beg them to just use me. I tell him whatever’s in my head, whatever comes to mind, whatever I think or know I’d say.

“Would you call them daddy? Would you even care who it was who was using you as a little cumdump?”

He knows I’m getting closer, he’s getting faster. My nipples are begging to be licked again, I want to be fucked and come and be spanked all at the same time.

“I’d tell them all the things they could call you, it’d only make you wetter. A little whore, a little slut, a little fucktoy…”

I know it’s true, I’d do anything just to come right now, I know I’d let anyone use me.

“Maybe daddy’ll take you dogging. You wouldn’t care who was watching, you’d just want to be fucked. Get one to stick a finger in your arse, get another to lick you nipples… You’d just lie there loving every second, you little slut…”

I know I’m going to come, and he responds by upping the ante. Sucking harder, licking harder, rubbing harder.

“Come for daddy, you fucking, dirty, filthy, slutty little whore…”

I come hard, and am instantly back to reality. Feeling my own juices soaking the sheet beneath me. Feeling entirely sated. Knowing full well that everything he’s said to me and I’ve said to him is true.

Today is a special day, sweetie

*Some of this is fiction, some of it is what happened this morning, a nice mixture*

Daddy and I woke up this morning and immediately rolled into one another for snuggles. He kisses my neck softly and holds me close, his special baby girl. I roll over to snuggle into him and we murmur “Morning,” to each other, arms entwined together.

“Today’s a special day, sweetie,”

I nod sleepily  in agreement.

“Do you know what today is?”

I nod again, still nuzzling into his chest.

“Today’s when little girls show their daddies how much they love them. Are you going to be an especially good little princess for me today?” 

I’m too tired to play this game, really, but I’m too tired to resist much either, and I do so love it when he talks like this. His hand moves between my legs and gently rubs. I’m wearing Teletubby pyjamas, so appropriate. I move my legs open a little and his hand slips into my pyjama bottoms and into my knickers. He’s kissing my neck gently, and I allow him to enjoy me. It’s his special day after all.

“Be a good girl for me sweetie…”

I feel him taking down my bottoms, and don’t protest or writhe. I’m still very tired, and am only just starting to wake up properly. He loves it when I’m like this, warm, soft, pliable. I’m very wet, I must have had some naughty dream last night. He pushes into me and I am suddenly reminded of how very much I love it when he’s inside me. Instantaneously I’m gripping onto his shoulders and moving myself up and down on him.

“You love being fucked by your daddy, don’t you?” he grunts this out, between thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” I try desperately to convey how much in my voice, and try bouncing myself up and down even more on him.

I feel him start to become close to climax and he leans close to me. Gripping onto me with all his might he releases all his love inside me, as I whisper: “Happy Father’s Day”.

I love my daddy.

Daddy’s whore

There isn’t really much of a story or a point to this blog, it’s just me talking about some ace stuff my daddy and I do.

I’ve never been one to shy away from how much sex I like and how I want someone to fuck me. My last sexual partner before daddy described me as having a “voracious” appetite, and when I clarified “voracious”, not “ferocious”, he said that either would work.

My daddy fucks me like a filthy whore. The other morning, just before I had to get up for work, so we’re talking after 5am, before 6am, he told me I was a dirty, filthy slut who was desperate for her daddy’s cock. He made me beg for it, he slammed it into me so hard I gasped, he gripped one hand around my throat so hard that I coughed afterwards. Then he took both his hands to my throat. I passed out. I came around to him gently slapping my face and telling me to wake up. It was fucking incredible! Seriously… We’ve done it a couple of times before, but never while we’re having sex. The hottest thing ever… He came in me very hard seconds later.

Once he’s been fucking me maybe a minute or so, I feel like a whore. I feel like I would do *anything* in the world just to have him fuck me like he’s just using me to get himself off. I *adore* that feeling. Sometimes (this morning as an example) he pulls a pillow over my face, telling me he doesn’t want to look at a dirty slut he’s using. This makes me grip his cock so hard he gasps, I just love it. He’ll tell me to get on all fours because he doesn’t want to see my face. If I look round at him, he takes hold of my head and forces it down onto the bed or into a pillow. I couldn’t love it any more. I’ve always known I liked the rough sex, I just never knew how much I love being used. It’s so degrading… He tells me that he used to just have a wank, but why do that now when there’s such an available whore lying right next to him? He’ll tell me I’m daddy’s whore and get me to repeat it.

Our sex drives are both so high that we occasionally have to not have sex for a day because I am literally too sore to even have a finger (ONE finger!) in there. Sudocrem is always on hand.

The other morning, after we’d had sex, daddy put my sudocrem on and I started to dress. I was still on the bed, facing away from him, putting a t shirt on I think. I felt his cock slide back into me, now covered in sudocrem. We only stopped because I pointed out that I needed to go to work, otherwise it’d have just carried on, hehe. He pulled me close to him and said: “I just want you to know that if mummy was here, she’d be able to see what daddy’d been doing because of all his cock being covered in sudocrem… And remember that when all that cum leaks out into your knickers today, you are daddy’s perfect little whore.”

With that he let me go, and it was so hot feeling his cum coating my pussy throughout the day. I think I only made it an hour and a half into my working day before I needed to cum and made a quick dash for the loos and some privacy!

I also think that when you find yourself a man who will give you an orgasm through kitty kisses (oral sex ) before you start work at 6am, you should hold onto him with both hands

I love my daddy.

Daddy’s special baby juice

Daddy and I were talking last night, and he said he’d read a couple of stories about this topic. After we chatted about it, I’d cum twice and he’d cum twice. Suffice it to say, I’ve found a new kinky love. I’d decided to write a story about it, so it’s “down” somewhere, and I can come back to it and read it whenever I like

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Daddy had been slipping into bed beside me on a regular basis for a few months now. I had gone past the point of being scared about what would happen, and had learnt that being quiet and still for the most part would let it be over as quickly as possible. Making a fuss only made it hurt more, and it made daddy say nasty things that I didn’t like.

One night, he came into bed beside me, and started murmuring something behind me. I roused myself a little, and as I did I heard what he was saying:

“My precious little girl awake for her daddy?  I’m going to tell you something very important now sweetie.”

I got nervous and hid my face. I had a feeling I should be listening, but it sounded like something too scary to acknowledge.

“You know when daddy comes into your bed and gives you special daddy cuddles?”

I nod, almost imperceptibly.

“Well, when daddy does that he puts a clear, plastic-y thing on his boy bits, doesn’t he?”

“Uh-huh…” A small, squeak of a voice.

“Tonight, daddy’s not going to put that on. Do you know what that means, little girl?”

“No…” The same terrified, tiny squeak escapes. You’ve never told me anything like this before, and you made sure nobody at school ever would. I’d been removed from sex education classes, precisely for this reason.

“Well, it means that when daddy is ready to put all his special juice into you, it will go all the way into you, not into the plastic thingy he used before. “

He’s starting to rub my kitty through my white panties. I’m getting increasingly anxious, because it *must* matter because he’s telling me about it. If there was nothing to worry about, he wouldn’t have told me. I don’t understand though. I stay quiet and still. He continues to play with my kitty outside my knickers, in the perfect way which normally makes me start to wriggle and squirm.

“It means it’s daddy’s special baby juice… And when it all goes inside you, it will make a baby in your tummy.”

He’s almost beside himself, but is maintaining a cool, calm exterior. Gently, keeping me on my side and staying behind me, he pushes into me, holding my tummy with one of his hands.

“A baby will grow in your tummy, and it will be daddy’s. It’ll grow right here,” he says, patting my tummy softly.

I am confused. I’ve never heard of anything like this before and I don’t really know what it means. I stay quiet and still though, and let daddy do what it is he needs to.

“You’ll be mine forever, little girl.”

He’s getting more and more vigorous now –  he moves himself and lets me lie down under him. His rhythm is building just like it does normally, except he seems more excited this time. I catch snippets of what he’s saying in between breaths.

“My – girl – baby – mine – tummy – mine -inside – baby – girl – mine,”

I look up at him with big, imploring eyes, trying to make sense of what daddy’s doing. I don’t understand… I know he loves me and I know he needs to do things like this to me, but they’re okay because he’s my daddy and he loves me.

“Nobody will want you now, princess. You’ll be daddy’s forever, when you give daddy this baby,”

His climax approaches and I get more and more worried. I feel his love spurt out of his thing and all up inside me, as he looks down and says:

“Mine, forever.”

He settles back down behind me,  one hand stroking my hair, one hand protectively around my tummy, stroking the baby that will make me his, forever.

Squirting

Daddy was over for two and a half weeks this time, totally amazing! And just as an aside, he’ll be moving from Ireland to my town in a month’s time! I’m going to pick out two or three very important things that happened this time he was over.

The first… Well, daddy and I talk a lot. We talk about things we want to do with each other and things that we may just want to fantasise about. In particular, daddy started mentioning being incredibly rough with me. I’ve never had anyone be rough with me to the degree he was talking about, so I was understandably unsure about the whole thing. I fundamentally trusted him not to damage me, but at the same time I wasn’t sitting comfortably with it. He promised not to push me beyond what he knew I could take, and I trusted him on this. This was before he visited me.

It wasn’t really discussed when he was over, there were far too many other things to be doing and talking about! It was one afternoon, after we’d had a significant amount of sex already, that I started feeling bratty and whore-like, and decided to engineer some aggression out of him. It started with him literally growling at me… “Who do you belong to?!” and me refusing to speak. It’s just too tempting to defy him sometimes! He repeated it, more aggressive this time. I remained silent. He changed tack. “Tell me who you belong to!” I managed to choke out a “No!” over the hand that was gripping my throat. Again, he told me to tell him who I belonged to, and again I said no. Slap! I wasn’t expecting that. Straight across the side of my face. It didn’t deter me though, I must have said no 4 or 5 further times until one hand was gripping my throat and the other was repeatedly slapping my face harder and harder.  “Go on, I dare you. Say no one more time!” All the while he’s still vigorously fucking me… I say no for the last time and one more vicious slap lands on my cheek. He then pushes my face to the side with his hand and hurtles towards his climax, punctuating each violent thrust with a word. “You – little – fucking – slut – you  - belong – to – me – you – filthy – fucking – dirty – fucking – whore!” Eventually he climaxes and I squeeze my muscles around him, drawing out every last little drop of cum that I can.

We disentangle ourselves, and he tells me I’d better be super good tonight because it’ll take him a while to calm down from that sort of headspace. I tell him he can take some more out on me if he wants. He wastes no time slapping and biting my nipples, slapping my abused kitty and inner thighs and biting, really biting my neck. After some time, he seems to have mellowed and he opens his arms, inviting me in for a cuddle. He tells me it’s an amazing thing I’ve done, to allow him to hurt me like that, offer myself up to him to continue the abuse and still be able to look into his eyes and tell him I love him. He kisses me on the forehead and after a little while begins to finger fuck me.

I generally enjoy this, and I have always felt like I could squirt after a while. Unfortunately, it’s been something no other partner has ever expressed a desire for, so it’s been left as an unfulfilled desire on my part for years. At this point, I’m feeling thoroughly used and whore-like, so almost all my inhibitions have disappeared. He starts talking dirty to me and fingers me harder and harder. I love this, and push down onto him. After a while, the familiar sensation of needing to pee, but not quite needing to pee starts. I’ve got to this point before, so I know I don’t actually need to pee. I feel something else building in me though, and I wriggle and moan with little control over what escapes my lips. It varies between animalistic growling and small yelps, but I can’t help any of them. Soon enough, his arm must be a blur he’s fucking me that hard, and I get the urge to push something out of me… So I do. I push a little, and nothing really happens but the urge to push gets stronger… So I push… Nothing really happens. One more time and it builds up even more, and when I push, I’m suddenly aware of a warm, wet sensation over my bum cheeks and my daddy exclaiming what a good girl I’ve been. He carries on and another comes out, and another, until I feel utterly spent and like I’ll never move again. He gently carries on fucking me for a little while, then I feel compelled to look at the evidence. I even smell it because I’m still not entirely convinced that it’s not pee! But it’s definitely not pee, and I definitely squirted and I am ecstatic about this fact! We did it lots more over the rest of the week, but I wanted to document the first time. It was epic, and I am so grateful to my daddy for helping me get there.

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A disturbing dream

There are two parts I remember. The first part, I was with my sister and going to some circus/fair or something. We were late and then we had to go back home to get something. I was driving my boss’ car. I parked it again and we went to see the show. When we came out it was gone. It was in a lot of mud, very near a river. I was devastated and woke at this point, scared shitless!

The second part was even weirder. My ex, the twatman, was the main player. I had another sort of “sister”, for want of a better word. I also had a “big brother”. I distinctly remember us all plotting of how to get away from him, and we all had a different.. Power? I’m not sure – I was the little girl, dressed in little girl’s outfit, but I could run super fast. I can’t remember what the other two had – the girl counterpart might have been able to shapeshift, I’m not entirely sure. I think my ex was some sort of giant too. We were in my old house, or at least we were in the same position my old house is in. The three os us managed to escape while the giant was sleeping. I ran across the road, and then my sister said he was coming to get us. I was terrified, and jumped behind a wall opposite the house, thinking that he wouldn’t think to look so close. I remember looking at my black shoes and white socks. I can’t remember where my brother was, but my sister ran across the road and down a street near me, then into someone’s garden, she beckoned me over but I was too scared to move. Then a big gang of youths were walking up the street, and the giant man (still with the face of my ex) was walking behind them, and his eyes were burning orange. I kept losing my shoes too, and for some reason I ended up outside the wall, curled up, shaking. I basically waited there, petrified, untill they reached me. My brother and sister came across to get me before I was taken back, but the giant man put his hand out for me.

My alarm went off, and I woke up. But I’d have loved to have known how it ended!

The collar, my cunt and our cuddles

Daddy stayed with me for a whole week this time. It had been three months since we’d seen one another, but thanks to Skype and a costly mobile phone bill, we spoke most days and texted every day. My account of this week is likely to be blurred and mixed up, but I’m going to document the most important parts.

I had to work on the day that daddy got here, and I was literally on the edge of bursting with excitment. When I saw him walking up my drive I had the biggest butterflies in the world, ever. We stood and hugged for a while, and kissed deeply… I remembered what it was like to be in my daddy’s arms.

Upstairs, we exchanged Christmas gifts. I had got him a buttplug shaped like a dummy. This may not seem like much, but I loathe anal. I don’t like anything up there and never have done. This was something for him, something that he would like using on me and something that I could take for him to show him how much he meant to me. He was suitably delighted, and of course understood the meaning behind (haha) it.

He had outdone himself, and then some. I was thoroughly spoiled! Two adorable fluffly onesie pyjamas – with the feet as well! He also got me a very cute gingerbread house which is still to be decorated. Then, best of all, a white collar with DADDYS GIRL in pink on it. He took a moment or two to explain what this meant… That it was an actual collar, and that he hadn’t ever wanted to collar anyone before. He also showed me the Daddy’s Promise he was going to read out and the Little Girl’s promise he’d thought of and thought I could add to. This was to be read out to one another before the collar went around my neck. We didn’t do it then, we waited until later in the week, but that was the first time I saw it.

Obviously, lots of sex was had over the course of the week and I am currently sat here with a very sore kitty, coated in Sudocrem (daddy got my housemate to get it when she went shopping, he whispered it to her!). I think our record was 9 in one day, hehe.

One time daddy woke in the night and began stroking my nipples… Sometimes I fight him until he literally has to hold me down by my arms or my throat while he fucks me, but this time he said he was just going to touch my nipples a little bit… He ran his fingers all over them until they really tickled. I rolled over and tried to get him to stop, but he just pulled me onto my back and carried on.

“Shhh, sweetie… Daddy’s just going to suck your beautiful titties a little bit… Shhh, it’s okay, daddy’s here…”

He held my wrists down so I couldn’t move, and I was tired anyway because I had been asleep. I didn’t want him to, but I couldn’t make him stop. He said he was just going to taste my kitty a little bit… Just put his thing in me a little bit. Of course, it never ended up being a little bit. When he said that, he stroked my face… I could feel him pushing his thing in further and I called out for mummy, but daddy said she wouldn’t believe me saying daddy had done this to me… He said she would know I was a nasty, dirty little girl and that she wouldn’t love me anymore so I had to be really quiet so she didn’t wake up. Daddy put his thing in me further and further until it went all the way in and really, really hurt. I whimpered and daddy told me it would be okay if I just stayed still. When he started to push it in really far he whispered  that I would always be daddy’s dirty little whore, because no other man would want me now, and nobody would believe that I hadn’t wanted it. He said he would tell people I begged for my daddy’s cock. This made me whimper even more so I just stayed still and quiet until it was over and daddy had put his special cream inside me. He cuddled me to sleep and I felt better

He took me to see the 7th Harry Potter at the cinema too! It was amazing! Loved it so much, and loved being there with daddy who I could hide in for the jumpy bits. I cried when Hedwig died and I cried when Dobby died too. It was just so lovely

Daddy also took me, my best friend and my little sister ice skating! SO much fun! We were out all day and just had the best time ever! I didn’t fall over at all and neither did daddy. By the end of the 2 hour session we were skating round holding hands, and then Leona Lewis’ song Bleeding Love came on and we just looked sickeningly happy

When we got home daddy properly took care of me. He made me a very special little girl’s tea, which was chicken dippers, beans and potato waffle. I had it on my special plate with the three compartments with my special little girl’s cutlery with fairies on it. It was so cute! I also had Ribena in my Disney Princess cup. After that daddy ran me a bath and washed me all over. He used my Disney Princess bath and shower gel that smells like cherries and I wriggled and giggled and generally loved it. It had bubbles in it too! Yummy bubbles, hehe!

When he got me out of the bath, he put my new jammies on and I washed my face. Then he gave me a tablet that he said would make me feel better. I didn’t know what it was, but I trusted my daddy so I put it in my mouth and he gave me some water to drink it down with. (It was a sleeping tablet, and I’d bought them and asked for the experience of being given one. I have used them before, just not with anyone else there ) Then I brushed my teeth and he tucked me in. I was already tired from having such a busy day, so I drowsily snuggled down into bed. Daddy went downstairs and filled my bottle up with milk. When he came back up he let me pick a bedtime story and I put my head in the crook of his arm. He held my bottle so I could suckle at it and he read me my story – The Animals of Farthing Wood. Almost as soon as I finished my bottle I could feel myself drifting off, and I told daddy. He told me to just let it wash over me, and that he would still be here. He carried on reading me my story, and presumably I fell asleep. I certainly didn’t hear the end.

The next thing I remember is daddy on top of me. He says he was playing with my nipples and stuff, but I was asleep. I remember being aware he was on top of me, and I remember that I could feel it hurting a lot when he was pushing into me again. He shushed me gently, and told me it was all just a dream. I drifted off a bit more and then when daddy got faster sort of came to again. It was really odd. I could feel the chemicals in the tablet willing me to sleep, but I was also aware of my body trying to wake me up because of what was happening in my kitty. I could feel my muscles trying to move up to stop daddy, but I didn’t have any energy behind it, so my arms sort of moved, but didn’t… It was really odd, but super hot that daddy was still taking what he needed from his little girl. I could hear him saying “I shouldn’t be doing this… Just a little bit more… ” Mmm! I woke up really drowsy needing to wee, and stumbled my way to the loo. When I came back, daddy enveloped me in his arms and I slept really well.

Daddy watched me do my little girl’s wee-wee too and he put his hand in it and then wiped me clean. He let me watch him do a big boy wee-wee too and it made my kitty a different kind of wet. Hehe!

Daddy also took me out driving in my beautiful car I’ve still not passed my test yet, really need to get back onto that. But we drove all over York, and halfway to Bridlington. He was super proud of me, and I really did do well! No silly mistakes except hitting 4th gear when I was aiming for 2nd a couple of times… Barely any hesitation on the roundabouts, even the really big ones with fast cars everywhere. Also managed Garrowby Hill, which is famous around these parts for being almost vertical. It’s the kind of hill that people round Yorkshire panic about when it gets cold. On the way down it has numerous road signs depicting an “emergency slip road for runaway vehicles” and “DANGEROUS HILL” signs. On the way up, I thought it was just your average hill and began to tell daddy about this awfully steep hill I’d driven up before, called Garrowby Hill, and how I’d had to keep to the left (my car is a 1.1 engine, poor little thing!) and let all the other cars past… A little way up we passed the sign saying Garrowby Hill and I was literally beside myself with disbelief. But I was halfway up by then and managed it perfectly well :0 I was so happy that daddy was proud of me. I’ve always lacked confidence in my driving, but I feel tonnes better about it now, and I totally loved being out in my gorgeous car with my daddy by my side.

We also went out on a double date with my best friend and her (very) significant other. We went to Yo! Sushi! and it was so much fun! We giggled and rolled our eyes at the boys… And had giggles about the fact that I was the tramp of the table, having had sexual contact with all three people I was sat with. Whoop! We ate until we were stuffed, and had yummy chocolate mochi for dessert. I had chicken katsu, salmon nigiri, inari rolls, chicken teriyaki and mini victoria sponge type things with raspberry coulis. Mmmm! The boys had something of a wasabi-eating contest, while us girls sat back and were refined and sensible. It was so lovely to be out with daddy and one of the most important people in my life and her other half… Just so nice and normal! Haha! We had a leisurely drive home and a really nice chat in the car

One of the best parts of the week was one afternoon. We’d had our lunch and were contentedly lounging on the sofa, me draped over him. I can’t remember how we got to it, but he started putting his hand round my throat. I asked if he could put both hands round… He squeezed my throat and I quite like the feeling of my air supply being cut off, so I asked him if he’d do it again. This time, I blacked out. For the first time, ever. At least that I remember. I don’t even ever remember fainting! But I came to with my head on his chest, and I asked if I’d fallen asleep! Then I remembered what had happened, and it was so bizarre! Absolutely amazing, but just so weird! Definitely want to experience that again at some point. Daddy said he’s always wanted to do it when he’s fucking me from behind just as he’s about to come. *Yum!*

Sometimes when daddy decides he’s going to take something he needs from me, I fight back. Sometimes I will physically force him to grip my wrists so tightly that I cannot move. I love the aggression it brings out in him. My favourite is when I whisper “Fuck me, daddy,” into his ear, or more frequently “Fuck me like you mean it daddy…” This inevitably results in him putting his arms under my bent legs and pressing down on my arms, so I literally can’t go anywhere, and he fucks me so hard that I’m almost vibrating. It feels ridiculously good, so I endeavour to make him do that as much as possible… He looks full of aggression and desperate, animal need. His teeth are bared and his eyes are staring down at me with lust and a primal desire. I meet his gaze and look up at him with as much of the same as I can muster.  It’s generally accompanied with romantic phrases such as… “You like it when daddy rams his cock inside your cunt, don’t you, you filthy little whore?!” to which I’ll reply defiantly “Yes daddy.” It’s hard to describe the tone – it’s not a desperate tone, it’s an “I can take this and I will show you how much more I can take,” tone. “Beg for daddy’s cum, go on, you little slut, beg for it, make me believe it!” and when he’s on his final thrusts as far into me as he can get, he punctuates each thrust with a word, like ““Take – it – you – filthy – little – fucking – who-re!” It’s just amazing to feel how much he needs to be inside me, and how much I need him to be inside me. I have a really, really tight kitty too, and when daddy’s come, I can jerk my muscles perfectly to keep daddy hard and make him go again. It’s brilliant. I think he likes it too After three times in a row, he collapsed on top of me and uttered the two phrases; “I think I just got religion – that was Biblical.” which just made me howl with laughter!

Daddy also was naughty when we were downstairs on the sofa. I hinted that it was a shame there were other people in the house and that I had tights on because otherwise we could have played horsey. Daddy proceeded to take my tights off and told me to get on his knee so I was facing away from him. Then he put his thing in me and started to bounce me on his knee! Bad daddy! He told me things like that mummy could be making my tea next door and if she came in, it would just look like I was sat on daddy’s knee watching TV. He said mummy was jealous of me, and that she knew daddy wanted me. We had the duvet over us so it wasn’t cringeworthily obvious, but let’s face it, we weren’t being subtle. Daddy made me ride him until he came, and it was a nice feeling that I had made him cum another way

The most special part of the whole week was on Sunday. We went out for Sunday dinner with my mum and sister, and later on in the evening I mentioned something in a small voice to daddy that I’d been thinking about before. Ages ago, daddy had texted me saying “God I need you here. Not to make love or have sex, just to fuck you and somewhere to dump my cum.” It was insanely hot at the time, but as my feelings for him grew, I started to wonder. We were sat on the sofa and daddy got up for something. When he came back he leaned over me to kiss me. I asked if I could say something that might sound a bit silly. He told me of course I could. I started by mentioning the text and then said, still in a small voice, that I didn’t think we’d done either of the first two things. He said: “Shh – just remember, I haven’t gone home yet. ” I started to say I was just getting nervous about running out of time before he went because I wanted to say it to him so badly. He replied with: “You know how you and I have a habit of getting to the same place at different times?” he smiled, knowingly. He told me he’d remembered that text, and had planned this.

Later on, he took me upstairs and put my new Barbie nightdress on, with my Barbie socks. He’d lit three candles and turned the lights out. He held  me close and told me that this was to show me he loved me not just as his little girl, but as (he used my real name). He pulled the duvet back for me, and I snuggled down. He undressed and came into bed beside me. Stroking my face, he told me how beautiful I was. I smiled. He said he wanted to show me what it was like to be made love to by somebody who truly loved me. He told me that he wasn’t going to take anything from me tonight; tonight was about me. He took lots of time just to kiss me and make me feel special. He kissed me softly, and rubbed me through my knickers. There was no dirty talk for this, it was just purely and simply him bringing me to orgasm with his hand and the knowledge that we had all the time in the world. The candles flickered softly as he told me again how beautiful I was and that he loved me. I moved my head down and suckled at him to get him ready. I rested my head on his tummy and asked him to stroke my hair as I did it. Soon enough, he was ready and slowly and gently pushed into me. We held hands for some of it, sometimes we just looked into each others’ eyes. I felt so close to him at that moment, I just wanted to hold onto him forever. I asked him to look into my eyes as he came, and when he did it felt so intimate and passionate. Afterwards he told me he loved me again, and we snuggled down to cuddle to sleep. I felt so loved, so wanted and so incredibly touched that he’d remembered this for me. I cried a little after, some because I knew he was leaving in the morning, and some because I felt so raw and vulnerable emotionally. He held me tighter, rocked me and told me it would be okay. Shushed me, comforted me and told me to let it all out. I fell asleep the most content and happy girl there ever has been. I told him afterwards that it felt as though I’d just lost my virginity… It felt like that’s how it should have been the first time round.

In the morning, it wasn’t anywhere near as painful as last time. Last time I was still uncertain; this time, I knew he was coming back. I knew I could trust him and I felt entirely content.

I had the most amazing week, and it’s all thanks to my wonderful, amazing, perfect daddy.

Thank you.

I love you.

 

***This is an aside, and hilarious! Just for the record, if your male counterpart ever looks at you with an erection and says: “What am I supposed to do with this?” the answer is *not* “Unroll it and use it as a blanket?”, accompanied with endearingly teasing eyes!***

My babysitter

“… She’s normally quite good, but if you need me here’s my mobile number.”

Daddy was going out for the evening, and he’d got me a babysitter. I insisted I didn’t need one, but after the last incident concerning the new sofas and a lot of peanut butter, I had to admit defeat.

He was particularly young, which I thought was Daddy’s first mistake. Was he really going to be able to exert any authority over me?

He introduced himself as Ollie. I shook his hand when he’d first entered the house, then been told to sit on the sofa and be quiet. As I sat, I knew they were whispering about me, and I wasn’t ready to be abandoned, even though I knew I wasn’t really going to have much say in the matter.

“Daddyyyyy-yy!” I wailed down the hall. “Don’t worry princess, Daddy’ll be back soon. I’m sure you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you baby?” I pout and look mournfully at him for leaving me. “Give me a kiss and a cuddle before I go sweetie. Come on now.” I reluctantly rise. I don’t want him to go, I don’t want this silly babysitter. Hmph. The front door shuts and I return to the sofa to sulk.

Ollie came over to sit next to me, and I folded my arms and let my outstretched legs roll inwards so the edges of my pretty shoes tapped together. “What would you like to do sweetie? Playdough? Lego? I know Daddy’s left your Barbies out upstairs, would you like to go play with them? Hmm?”

He decides it’s tea time anyway, and saunters off to make some dinner for us both. I sit quietly throughout the meal, refusing to eat more than is absolutely necessary. I’m not usually this stroppy, but my Daddy has left me for the evening. It takes a long time, but eventually I settle. After coaxing me into eating the last few bites, though not without the obligatory tantrum, he clears away.

I remain uncooperative, until an idea crosses my mind. “Can we go play in the bath Ollie? Daddy likes giving me a bath, will you give me a bath?” He looks a little taken aback, but that’s okay. My idea will work.

“Sure sweetie. I’ll go run it now.” I follow him upstairs to go into my pink bedroom. I remove my pretty pink jumper and my white tshirt, leaving just my white vest on, and I take off my purple tights and denim skirt, leaving just my white cotton knickers. I then lay back on my bed and look at a picture book for a little while until I’m called for my bath.

When Ollie calls me and I don’t reply, he comes into my bedroom to find me. I can tell he wasn’t expecting to see me in my underwear, and he seems a little unsure of coming nearer to me now, for some reason.

“Don’t you look all pretty in your little white panties, hmm? Did you think you’d help me out by getting a bit undressed honey?”

“Of course Ollie, I want to be a good girl for you like I am for Daddy.”

 

Trying his best to look unperturbed, he tells me my bath is ready.

 

“Okay Ollie, I’m coming,”

 

I roll over seductively, making sure my legs stay lengthened out and my back is arched elegantly. I know how tantalising my bottom looks when the white cotton is taught over it, and my vest rides up just enough to give him a view of my girlish curves. Laid on my side, arm resting on my shoulder and a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I see his mouth has opened slightly.

 

“What’s the matter Ollie? Do I look pretty in this white vest and these white panties?”

 

He stutters out his reply. “Y- Y- yes. Definitely.” He nods vigourously, apparently his ability to talk has been impaired; fabulous. I bring both my legs to dangle off the bed, and looking up at him through greeny-blue eyes and fluttering eyelashes, I lift myself off the bed, making sure to bend forward enough to give him a preliminary glimpse of my small chest.

Ollie still looks a little taken aback, which is perfect, because it means I get to wiggle past him, the borderline between adorably cute and sexy, and he has to follow me to the bathroom, giving him full view of my perfectly rounded bottom in the white panties.

Gaining some composure, he tells me he’s put bubbles in the bath for me.

“Yay!” I squeal in excitement, I love treat baths like these where there are bubbles. I think he’s expecting me to undress myself, but I stand there expectantly.

“What’s the matter sweetie?” He asks, caringly.

“I need you to undress me, silly!” I giggle in a very girly manner and put my arms up like Daddy asks me to so he can lift my vest over my head. I make no issue of suddenly being topless, but stand there and wait for him to be bold enough to lower my knickers as well.

“Would you rather take your knickers off when you’re in the bath, or erm…”

“I’d rather you take them off now please Ollie,” I say with an endearing smile.

“Alrighty then, off they come…”

He seems to have a little trouble making his hands make contact with my knicker waistband.

“Olliee-eee I’m getting cold!”

This hastens him, and placing one hand each side of the waistband on my hips, he gently eases them off me and I swear I hear him breathe in as my crotch is exposed.

“R- R- Right leg then sweetie… Now the other one…”

Once naked, I put out my hand for him to help me into the bath. Again, he seems to hesitate before grasping my hand and helping me sit down in the bath.

He soaps me all over, seemingly gaining back some confidence now he has a buffer between my skin and his. The sponge reaches everywhere, and I obligingly lift my arms and legs when he asks. He’s gentle, and I think my plan is working.

“There we are. Done,” He says, in an accomplished tone.

“But Ollie… You haven’t done the most important part! I need to be clean all over for Daddy!”

“Erm… Yes, I suppose I had… Well, erm… I…”

I take hold of his hand and pull it under the water, where my kitty is, eagerly awaiting him to stroke it. I’m confident because I know that even if Daddy did find out, he would never suspect his precious little girl of being the instigator.

He gasps as his fingers make contact with my kitty. Even he can tell the difference in the water, and what’s coming out of me.

Slightly speechless, he runs his finger up and down my little opening, carefully watching my reaction. My head is resting on the edge of the tub, laid back, and I make an encouraging moan of contentment. Gently sliding a finger inside, I emit a pleasure-filled gasp and immediately sit up. My sweet mouth is now close to his ear, and I whisper seductively into it.

“I think you’re being bad, Ollie,” mischievously.

“I think you’ll find it’s all your fault, you minx.” he replies, quick as a flash.

He continues, until I’m wriggling around in the tub like I’ve never been touched before, and another finger is introduced. He pushes them in and out of me and I feel myself growing more and more aroused.

“Come on, you minx. Let’s get you dried off.”

Inevitably, I pout as the fingers are withdrawn. I do let myself be helped out of the tub and into a fresh towel though. He guides me towards the bedroom, and dries me off. I lie there, fresh and succulent, and he flings the towel aside.

I giggle and wriggle about on the bed, gazing up at him with imploring eyes. He laughs and enjoys the show for a little while, and eventually comes over to me and tickles my kitty again. My own juices are abundant, and it seems to please him. I continue to try and delight him, moaning and bucking my hips until his own desires take over and he unzips his jeans. His jeans fall around his ankles, as does his underwear, and I get excited. Moving my legs so they are resting on his shoulder, he leans over me and whispers into my ear…

“It’s time you got what’s been coming to you all evening, little one…”

And with that, he plunges himself into me. I let out a squeal because even Daddy tends to ease himself in. Seconds later, it stops hurting and he gets into his stride. We’re lost in our revelrie when a different voice sounds from my bedroom door.

“What on EARTH do you think you’re doing, you scum?!”

Daddy’s back! And neither of us heard him! Still, I know he won’t blame me for this… He looks enraged, scarlet and suddenly very big, tall and muscular. I look frightened because I genuinely am, I know what he’s capable of. He roars and storms over to the bed, grabbing hold of Ollie who now looks weedy and boy-like, being held up against the wall with his trousers round his ankles and still erect.

“How DARE you take advantage of my baby girl?! I trusted you to look after her this evening, and this is what I come home to. You’re absolutely disgraceful – you can bet yourself you’ll never babysit anyone else again, you weasel.”

Letting go so Ollie collapses on to the ground, Daddy comes over to me.

“Baby girl… Are you okay? Shhh, Daddy’s here now, don’t worry… Now lie back like a good girl while Daddy deals with this wretch…”

“You’re going to learn a lesson from this, boy, stand facing the bed.”

He positions Ollie so that my kitty is completely exposed to him, tantalising and fresh from being pounded. I hear Daddy opening his jeans, and I realise what’s about to happen. Ollie looks utterly petrified, but he’s realised there’s no way out for him now. Standing in front of me, I wink at him quickly, so Daddy can’t see, and the look on his face is delicious. He’s starting to realise that it really is all my fault, but that Daddy loves me too much to even dream of accusing his special princess of anything.

“Now then, baby girl, put your head on the pillow, that’s right sweetie. You, kneel in front of her.”

Ollie clambers onto the bed though he looks full of anger that he’s being made to share my bed again with me. Daddy climbs up behind, and he forces Ollie down so he is a mere centimetre away from my wet kitty. Ollie gasps and I realise Daddy has parted his beautifully pale cheeks. I hear Daddy spit and Ollie glares at me. I smile back.

“You know why I’m doing this, don’t you boyo?”

No reply.

With one movement, Daddy thrusts into Ollie, accompanying himself saying “I said, you know why I’m doing this, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, yes I do!”

“Nobody takes advantage of my baby. Nobody.”

With that Daddy is off, and I can almost feel the pain of Daddy’s hardness raping his tight little hole, just like he did to me earlier. His face contorts and he gasps and groans, but never daring to wriggle away.

“Now, I want you to bring my babygirl off. You’re under instruction, you won’t be in any more trouble.”

Silently, Ollie continues glaring until it’s physically impossible, and then gently licks my kitty. I’m off in degrees of pleasure instantaneously. For a time all three of us are enjoying some level of pleasure, and I feel Daddy getting more and more violent. Ollie has loosened up, but it still hurts him and I can almost hear him praying for it to stop. Daddy gives a particularly hard thrust and Ollie wrenches his head up in agony.

“Daddy, he’s stopped!” I cry indignantly.

I don’t see Daddy smack Ollie, but I certainly hear it. I also hear the animalistic roar that comes from Ollie, laced with unfairness and indignation.

“You stop when she tells you to, boy.”

Daddy’s getting more and more vigourous now, his hands on either side of Ollie’s hips. Our eyes meet for a second and he winks at me. I smile in between gasps of pleasure from Ollie’s tongue. Daddy’s face screws up, he must be really tight!

Finally Daddy’s orgasm approaches. I know Ollie won’t be able to lick me, Daddy’s using his hips as an anchor but he’s almost vibrating as Daddy pummels himself in and out, until he finally releases all the way into Ollie’s ass.

Spent, Daddy tells Ollie to leave, with a word of warning that if any of this gets out, it will be ten times worse next time.

Daddy comes back to me, and finishes me off with the orgasm I never got, and cuddles me until I fall asleep.

I love my Daddy.

(fiction, by the way!)

A spoiled birthday girl

This comes with a disclaimer. Daddy came here on Tuesday, and he left on Friday. It’s all merged into one fabulously sweet blur, and so I’m going to talk about the best bits.

1) Daddy said he’d be coming in the morning of my birthday. I was up early and bouncing off the walls with excitement. I had bought a super pretty black transparent dress with hearts all over it and a cream collar. I had on my black t-bar shoes and my cream ankle socks. My hair was freshly washed and my face was as flawless as I could make it.

Once daddy got here, he gave me my present. He had got me a St Trinian’s type boater hat and a teddy bear where you microwave his inside to make him warm. He’d also done a mock up of a red gingham school dress for me. I squealed.

Daddy didn’t waste much time in tearing my knickers down and putting his thing inside me. It hurt because I hadn’t had anything up there for a while and he wasn’t gentle. My kitty was so sore afterwards!

I was under strict instructions to leave the house for the day so it could be decorated. (Of course I wasn’t meant to know that). Daddy and I went out into town and had lunch. I bought some pretty things. We walked round town holding hands and he kissed me lots. It made me squiggly-squirm  inside and I loved looking like Daddy’s little girl.

2) My birthday night out was amazing. Daddy barely left my side unless I was tearing away to dance, and even then he just looked happy that I was having a good time. He had his hands on my shoulders and my arms most of the time, and he kissed me so softly, I almost forgot where I was.

When we got home, I collapsed onto the bed on my front. I remember sort of dozing off, and Daddy laid down next to me, put his arm around me and softly stroked my arm. I woke up to Daddy saying: “Come on baby girl, let’s get you into your jammies.” He undressed me, and put on my clean knickers, clean socks and my jammies. Then pulled back the covers and I tumbled into bed. He pulled the duvet up over me, popped my dummy into my mouth and kissed me on the forehead. When he got into bed he instantaneously wrapped his arms round me and kissed me goodnight. I had so many butterflies in my tummy

3) As far as sex goes, I’ve never had better. Not even casual-sex boy. I really struggled against daddy when he was putting his thing in me and I literally couldn’t move.

“Don’t struggle baby girl. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“You don’t say no to daddy!”

He put his  thing in me over and over, deeper and deeper until I was wailing because it hurt. He pulled me up so I was on all fours and then put it in me again and I felt like a puppy dog. I could hear him breathing really hard and he was getting quicker and quicker until he groaned and put his full weight against my back and I swear there wasn’t a millimetre of gap between his tummy and my back. He pulled it out of me, and wrapped his arms round me. He told me I’d been a good girl and he said I was amazing. It made me smile a lot. He put my dummy in and I sucked away on it happily.

On the morning he was leaving we did it 5 times, which was a new record for me! After he had cum one time he started finger-fucking me really hard and it felt like I squirted. I could feel it all building up in a different way to having an orgasm, and it was really, really nice!

Another time he was changing my nappy because it was wet, but before he did that, he made me cum through it, which was just fucking amazing. Then he couldn’t just leave me there, so he fucked me straight after taking my nappy off. Words cannot describe how hot this was.

After we’d watched a film as well he had been getting hard and I had been wriggling. He tugged my pyjama bottoms down and put my legs up near my shoulders while I was still sat on the sofa. Then whispered these words into my ear:

“Baby girl, you have to be quiet… Daddy is going to love you in a special way now, but you have to be quiet so mummy doesn’t wake up.”

I think my entire body tried to suck his cock up into me on those words! I couldn’t express the effect they had on me, but having spoken to him since, he got the gist. And in his own words: “And I was right there with you!” Hehe.

4) On Wednesday night, we had bath time. He gave me my dummy and told me to stay laid down in the bedroom for a little while. I had a little nap, and he came to wake me up by sitting next to me and gently stroking my cheek. Then he picked up my towel and put it next to me. He undressed me again and led me to the bathroom. He’d run me a bath that had pink products in it so all the water was pink! He used bubbles too and it was so lovely. He washed me all over, from my feet to my neck. I didn’t want to wash my face in the bath. Daddy had to check his little girl was clean all over and his fingers went under the bubbles to my kitty!

“Baby girl likes it when daddy touches her kitty like this, doesn’t she?”

All I could do was nod and squirm.

He washed and rinsed me off, then dried me down properly with a towel. He put clean knickers and socks on me, my brand new jammies, and pink fluffy bootee slippers. Then we went downstairs, where he filled my new pink bottle up. We watched a film, my legs over his lap, cuddling into him and fitting so perfectly. I suckled away happily at my bottle, and he’d tied a ribbon through the top button hole of my pyjamas and tied it to my dummy, so when it fell out I didn’t lose it We just fitted perfectly together, like a jigsaw. When I finished my first bottle, he got up and made me another one with milk in. Before we went to sleep, he fed me my bottle, holding it just right so I could suckle at it. Those precious few minutes mean more to me than I can even put into words. That’s being daddy’s little girl. So pure and simple, being looked after.  He also put a nappy on me before we went to sleep all cuddled up

 

5) I’d been rude to daddy before he came to see me, so I had to get spanked for being a bad girl. Instead of just doing it normally though, he said that each cheek had its own count. So he spanked one cheek, that was one. Then the other cheek, that was one. Then the first cheek, that was two. Then the same cheek is three, but when he spanked the other cheek it was two. I find it really hard to count in everyday life, so I was in pieces and I couldn’t keep up at all. I cried a lot but daddy cuddled me afterwards and told me I’d been a good girl.

 

On the last day after the rudies had been done, we curled up together and I cried a little. Daddy held me close and told me it would be okay. He told me lots of lovely things and what he’d like us to do in future. Things like getting me back into driving, making sure I ate properly… One morning he actually took my medicine and fed me it. That spoke volumes to me…  I felt like a properly cared for child, like I didn’t have to worry about a thing because daddy was taking care of me. While I was naked and crying, he told me things like that he’d never felt like he did then before. He told me he found it amazing, because he knows what I’m capable of as an adult, and he felt privileged that I was relaxed enough to be that vulnerable around him. I cried a little harder. He also said he knew how vulnerable and exposed I felt at that moment in time, and that he would never play around with that raw an emotion. I cried a little harder and he held me tighter and tighter until I felt like I was going to be absorbed into him.

He did eventually have to leave, and after we’d had a lovely lunch out, we drove home. As much as I tried to be a big girl, some tears leaked out on the way back to my house. After they’d started, I couldn’t quell them. They came out again and again, and daddy held me tight in the car. He came into the house with me to have a last cup of tea, and I cried harder and harder. He promised me he’d come back as soon as he could. When I didn’t stop crying he gently asked me what I was afraid of. I told him I was frightened that he might not come back, and I told him I knew it wasn’t a rational thought. He said: “Listen to me. There’s nothing in the world that will stop me from coming back to see you, you hear me?” He had both hands on either side of my head and was looking me straight in the eye. I gripped onto him tight and said I understood.

After he left I cried for a while, then the comedown started to ease off. I spent some time licking my wound, and then remembered what a lucky little girl I am. I am so grateful he made my birthday so special, and I can’t wait until I see him again

Thank you, daddy.