“No, Daddy,” I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. “I can tell.”
“I swear,” I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.
“Let me see,” he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. “Stand up.”
I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.
“Turn around,” he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. “Bend over.”
Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.
“You’re lying,” he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.
“You’re not a virgin,” he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. “Did you have a boy’s cock in here, Tara?”
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned again, shaking my head. “No, no…”
His hand, slapping my ass again. “Don’t lie to me!”
“Yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Yes, yes!”
“Did you like it?” he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. “Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?”
“Y-yes!” I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.
“Tell me,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. “Tell me what a naughty slut you are.”
“Oooohhh, Daddy!” I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. “Oh God, yes, yes, I’m such a naughty little slut-I’m Daddy’s dirty little girl!”
He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.
“You liked that boy’s cock in you, didn’t you?” he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. “You’re such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you.”
I whimpered and didn’t respond, but I couldn’t help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I'd never wanted anything so much.
“A boy’s cock isn’t the same as a man’s cock, Tara,” he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Do you want to feel a man’s cock?” he asked, and I could feel him rubbing the head up and down my slit. I spread my legs a little wider, balancing myself with a hand on the end table next to me.
“Yes, Daddy!”
He was right there-I could feel his cock throbbing right against my hole. I wanted to slide back onto him, feel him fill me.
“Do you want to feel Daddy’s cock inside of you, baby girl?” His hands were caressing my ass.
“Ohhhhh yes, Daddy!” I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes were looking between my legs, the lust in them unmistakable. “Please, please, put your big cock in me!”
He groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I was nearly thrown off balance as he began to slide in and out of me, working his cock in my pussy, moving his hips in small circles. He held me tight, bending his knees a little so he was thrusting upward into me.
“Oh God,” I gasped when he reached around and found my clit, squeezing the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good!”
“You like that, baby girl?” he asked, starting to circle my clit with his finger.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper into me. He was driving into me so hard now it was difficult to stay standing. He propelled me
around, pressing me onto my knees on the couch. His cock slipped out of me and I groaned, reaching for it.
“You are a hungry little slut,” he said, slapping my hand away and teasing my slit with his cock. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wiggling and arching my back. Hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy!”
He slid his cock back into me, in one fluid motion, driving me forward onto the sofa. He was like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh, his pelvis slamming into me again and again. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast, feeling his balls slapping against my hand as I did with every thrust.
“Oh Daddy,” I moaned. “You fuck me so good. Do you fuck Mommy like this?”
I heard him groan, and his hands tightened on my hips and ass. “You naughty girl,” he panted.
“I love watching you fuck Mommy,” I said, looking back at him, seeing the light in his eyes. He was loving this, and so was I. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the Ecstasy that Kali had given me, or just the excitement of playing out this fantasy with him-I'd never been this aroused before. I felt like I was going to burst inside.
“You better not tell her,” he said, his voice low.
“I won’t tell, Daddy,” I promised, grinding back against him, squeezing my dripping pussy around his shaft. I could feel how hard he was, throbbing up inside me.
“But you better hurry, before Mommy comes home and catches us.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I didn’t think he could fuck me harder, but I was wrong. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shoving me down on my belly on
the couch and laid his full weight into me. I was practically screaming into the cushion of the couch, bucking and writhing under him as he slammed into me, again and again.
“That’s it, Daddy,” I panted. “Fuck your baby girl. Make me come all over your cock!”
I was seconds away, and I could feel it beginning, like a surge of heat between my legs, rushing upward, in pulsing waves. I moaned, my pussy contracting again and again around the length of him, but he didn’t stop fucking me.
“Does Daddy’s girl like that?” he asked over the sound of our wet flesh grinding together.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, still shivering.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s cum?”
“Yes!” I whispered, turning to look at him. His face was drawn, and I could feel the tightness in his thighs, the way the muscles in his arms turned into ropey sinews as he worked his cock into me.
“Yes, yes, come in me!” I begged. “Fill your baby girl’s pussy with your hot cum, Daddy!”
I think that’s what did it. He cried out, giving one last final thrust as he strained against me, his whole body rocking mine in shuddering waves. I whimpered under him, taking his cum, feeling him fill me with a bursting white heat. He collapsed onto me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my hair, his breath coming fast and hard still.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, slipping off me to the side. I turned to face him, so we were lying on the sofa belly to belly. His eyes slipped down me again, and I realized that he'd never even taken off my outfit. “What was that?”
“I take it you like my Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl costume, then?” I asked, smiling.
“We need to get you more,” he said with a groan, leaning in to kiss me.
“More school girl costumes?”
“No.” He shook his head, grinning. “Different ones.”