Daddy/babygirl ~ the dinner

*** The following story was written by my Master, my Daddy, Sylvanus. I think it is a wonderful contribution to my babygirl/Daddy series. I hope you enjoy it ***

Babygirl was pushing her peas around her plate with pouty lips. Daddy rolled his eyes. We have company coming tonight, I want you on your best behavior. Of course, Babygirl was completely capable of behaving as was expected, just not in any way inclined to do so. Deliberate disobedience, perhaps? In any case he was frustrated with her, but not really. Sure, he had spent a long time preparing this dinner, and he was, as always very proud of his cooking. It was, however, slightly disconcerting to have her acting out in front of the other couple that were over for dinner. While they certainly had insight into the special relationship between Daddy and his Babygirl, Daddy would have preferred to show the perfect obedience from his darling, rather than this side of her.

“Daddy, I want some more chicken!”

“Finish your peas first,” Daddy replied. The other couple looked at each other questioningly. This was awkward for them. Babygirl’s hands knotted into fists as she started to rap the table. Daddy’s hand flew out in a flash and grabbed her wrist. “Are you about to be a bad girl?” he asked, eyes flashing with accusation. Suddenly, realizing that she had gone too far, Babygirl wilted.

“Yes, Daddy, I was. But I will stop now.” It was too late for apologies.

“I asked for your best behavior, and instead you pouted at dinner. You know what to do when you’ve been bad.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she got up from the table and headed to Daddy’s room, where he spanked her. “No, Babygirl. Come here and accept your punishment now.” Her cheeks flushed red. In front of the guests?! This was not something they had shared with others before. She hesitated.

“Do you think this boy and his dominant don’t understand what is happening here? Now lay across my lap!” Suddenly the flush of her cheeks erupted elsewhere in her body as she realized the fate that awaited her. She walked over, almost in a trance and laid across Daddy’s lap. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her now-damp panties to the guests. His hand drew back, and she winced in anticipation.The first blow landed with a loud clapping sound, and Babygirl moaned involuntarily as the shock of the hit until the stinging faded into a burn. He spanked her again, as the red hand print from the first spank began to coalesce on her ass. He spanked again, towards the middle, his flying fingertips stinging her sensitive lips through her panties. Babygirl was moaning, and she could hear the company breathing heavily, entranced by her discipline.

After the fifth spank, she felt his finger tug the panties up from her flesh, and the heavy smell of her arousal burst forth, overwhelmed the scent of the food. His finger pressed in, molesting her before the guests, right there at the table. He pulled his finger free, licking her essence off.

“Now apologize.” Her face flushed red from embarrassment again, but she dared not disobey. She knelt between his legs, and touched her lips to the bulge in his pants, and murmured an apolgy. Her body was hot with embarrassment and arousal. Daddy began to speak again.

“You also owe our guests an apology as well, since you have disturbed their night.” Her eyes began to water. What was she going to have to do? Daddy could sense her confusion. “Go lie on this boy’s lap, and receive your spankings, and apologize, and then to his dominant.” Babygirl’s mind was swimming. This was so much more than she was ready for. Almost without consciously deciding to do so, her body rose and laid across the guest’s lap. She felt the submissive man lift her skirt shyly. His hand quickly whipped across, light touches not willing to overstep the bounds. There was a pause after the fifth spank. Babygirl looked up to see her Daddy nod, then she felt that shy finger gently slip inside her richly lubricated channel. She gasped at the gentle, almost loving touch.

“Now, apologize,” Daddy said firmly. The boy obdiently parted his legs for Babygirl to render her apology. Her nose landed a damp spot that reeked of his sweet precum. She could almost hear his cock throbbing through his pants. She smiled as she apologized, embarrassed at the exposure, but proud of the arousal she had caused.

“And now his mistress.” Babygirl walked over with a shy smile, and bent over her lap as well. Where the boy’s slaps had been shy, and respectful, the Mistress was assertive, and ruthless. Her spanks where loud, and forceful, and seemed destined to bruise, with her sharp nails threatening to tear her skin with every strike. The pain was intense, and burning, and babygirl could feel her body respond to the treatment at the hand of a woman. Then, the Mistress molested her with the firsthand knowledge of a woman’s body and the confidence of a dominant. Babygirl cried out as the finger probed her. As brutal as the invasion was, it was over just as fast. Babygirl knelt in front of the Mistress, and rendered her apology into a light, musty cloud of a woman’s arousal.

“Now sit down, and finish your peas.” A very hot sensation burned her belly as she wolfed down the rest of her dinner, wondering what was for dessert…

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words unspoken

I’m tired, but my body resists the sleep it will need to face the upcoming work day. You always know what to do. I roll on my stomach, I feel the shockingly cool oil scented of vanilla as it hits my skin. Your warm hands kneed my flesh. I succumb to your touch.

As you massage the knots from my back, my mind wanders. There is so much going on. My thoughts run to my submission. My mind races a million miles a second. I feel the words form in my mouth.. but I hesitate.

You tell me to turn over and keep my eyes shut. Your hands move to my face. You run your fingertips over my lines. Tracing my eyebrows, tracing my jaw… it soothes me and calms me… but my thoughts still hit me.

I want to say it… but something holds me back. What is it? Is it fear? Fear of accepting the results of my words? Am I just too shy to say it? Perhaps I am just so lost… I have lost myself… I am searching to find the woman I am.. that I once was. Perhaps I can’t say it because I don’t know how?

“You know that this is very much a part of your submission.”

My breath holds in my chest. Your words catch me off gaurd. How do you know? How do you know what things I think about? You have always been good at that.

Now’s my chance. Say something! Seize this opportunity. Tell him. Still I lay in silence as you caress my face. Ask him! Ask him how this is part of your submission. Say anything! Just talk for fuck sakes! Still I grow more silent. T E L L  H I M ! Tell him you m ….

I withdraw in silence. You lay back in the bed beside me. You take my hand and place it on your chest. A symbol of comfort for the both of us. Wickedly, my eyes grow heavy. I feel sleep begin to take me away from you. I fight it. No, there are things I wish to say… but still I remain silent.

Just say it.

No… I grow tired.

What are you waiting for?

I don’t know.

Sleep takes me … words are left unspoken.

more here ….

delicate

Not strong, I am fragile. My shell, fractured. All the strength in me collapses. I have lost it. I have forgotten. I am frightened.

Your touch soothes, yet pushes me away. Something holds me back. Something frightens me. I am blind.

Can you teach me once more?

Softly, lover, for I am fragile.

Slowly, lover, for my body frightens easily.

Make love to me, as if I have never been made love to before. I need this. I need you.

Hold me closely and whisper words of love. Let me feel the heat of your fingertips along my spine. Ignite the flame of passion within me.

Forget that I am a skilled lover, just for the night, treat me as a fragile being who could run and hide at any moment. Touch me as if I have a lesson to learn.

Touch me gently. Let your fingertips tell me a story. A story of love, a story of longing. My mind wants you and my body needs to be reawakened.

Gently, lover, take me into your arms. Kiss me. Kiss me all over. Tenderly approach my womanly folds. Make them open for you once more without hesitation. It has been difficult, I know.

Approach me slowly with your sex. I yearn for it, I do. I want it, I do, but my body has forgotten how. My body is betraying me.

Take me slowly. Your lips at my ear. Your arm underneath me, embracing me against you. My nose into your chest, smelling you deeply. Feeling the heat of you between my legs.

Slowly, you enter me, I gasp. You stop. You push onward. I moan. I breathe heavily. Yes, take this betrayal away from me. Make love to me. Make me remember what it is like.

Touch me as if I have never been touched before, my love, and you will awaken your lover once more….

*** Upon reading my post, Sylvanus sent me this. I Had to post it here:

” I feel like a nymph…like a soft, vulnerable creature who has
wriggled free from a gash in its armor. I look at the hulk of the
scorpion behind me, the thick armor built up, the vicious weapons it
bristles with, and I just want to crawl away, vulnerable, but real,
bare, without pretense or dislay…to you

all this hurt, and fear, and confusion slipped away like sand through
my open hands. I am ready to put my childish things away, and let
these juvenile reactions go. I see in you what I had been longing
for…

I understand now.

And you want what I’ve wanted. What I want.

I want to be with you, lock the world away. I want to undress you, to
strip away all the things between us, bring us down to our bare
authentic essences, and bring those together.

I want our first time…our FIRST time.”

****

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the office meeting

On rainy days, my job confines me indoors. Though I had much to catch up on the computer, my mind wandered. So when Sylvanus told me he was heading into a meeting, I told him I should text him to make his phone vibrate. I never got to finish the dirty little story I was texting him, but it did inspire this:

It’s my first meeting ever, since being hired at your place of work. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my place at the conference table next to you. Our boss began to talk of projects and dates and slowly my mind wandered and so did my hand.

Sitting to your right, my left hand found place underneath the table on your thigh. At first I just place it there, paying attention to the boss, but I hear you take in a sharp breath. I grin and my high heeled foot finds your right leg. Slowly, I run my foot up and down your calf. I’m sure I am making a mess of your slacks.

My left hand starts to mimic my foot. I run my fingertips gently over your thigh. Absently, my fingers curl and dig and scratch the muscle through the fabric. Still the boss goes on and on … but I can’t keep up with what he is saying.

My fingers trace your inner thigh, I feel your calf muscle go tight under your foot. I seem to be distracting you. Good.

I trace slow circles along your inner thigh, teasing you, running my fingers all the way up your pants, stopping before the place where I know your balls lay. I can feel the heat of you. I bite my lower lip and move my hand to your balls. I cup them as best I can through the fabric. Cradling them in my fingertips. I hear you gasp softly, shift in your seat, and tense your muscles.

I can feel your cock twitch, this makes me moan under my breath, only you can hear it. This excites you. You know this moan. Your cock twitches again. You shift once more, trying to ease the discomfort of your growing lust. The heat increases in your pants. My hand can’t resist.

I grab your cock, feel it’s hardness through the fabric. You breathe in deeply. I squeeze your hardness. I run my fingers along your shaft. I find the head and massage you. I try to stroke you right there, but I can’t. I hold you hard in my grasp. The heat and hardness of you makes my cunt ache. As my thumb glides over the head, I can feel a slight wetness forming on your cockhead… you are dripping precum for me… you know how much I have to taste this.

I glance at you briefly, in my eyes you see the need. You shift once more in your chair, cough loudly and in one movement unzip your slacks.

Still the meeting goes on and still I have no idea what is going on.

My hand gently resumes it’s position at your crotch. Your cock head pushes at the opening of the zipper, your boxers barely containing your erection. I dip my fingers into your pants, past the zipper, through your boxers and find your cock. I get lost in the feel of it’s hard softness. My fingers caress it gently, until I find my prize. Many drops of precum. I take it to my fingertip.

I glance down at it’s beauty. I ache to wrap my mouth around your cock.. to suck the precum out of it’s source. Quickly I bring my finger to my mouth and take the precum off. I savor it. I smile. I want more.

You tuck yourself away quickly. I am suddenly aware of the noise around me. Seems like the meeting is over. Together we stand, your files held low in front of you. I smile as our boss approaches us.

“I hope your first meeting with us was painless and not boring.”

“Oh no, ” I grin. “It was not boring at all.”

The boss grins and leaves us in the conference room. We laugh and giggle and head towards our offices, eyeing the employee bathrooms longingly. There is a stall with our name on it for sure. But for now, your taste lingers deliciously on my tongue.

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mina’s musings *the twelfth*

::: idle minds :::

Idle minds don’t exist. The mind is always working. Never stops. Never gives you a break. In the solitude of your existence, it echoes in the silence.

Try to dull it’s persistence. You can’t. Music playing, but the mind still wanders.

Make yourself busy, sure it works for a little while, but then the thoughts that haunt you lurk into your mind once more.

The betrayal you thought you left behind emerges once more. Little whispers.. nagging at you. Won’t let you forget.

Sure you go about your day, shrug it off, but the mind never forgets. Little whispers haunting, not allowing you to move on.

Even among the company of good friends.. it echoes.

Even looking down at loving eyes .. it echoes…

A blinking cursor … it echoes …

Busy at the task I love most … it echoes…

A warm tongue on a hardened bud, the essence of my pleasure … it echoes ..

Let me go so I can once again feel my existence. Let me go.. let me go .. let me go …

The mind is a terrible thing ….

office slut

The intercom on her phone buzzes.

“yes sir?” she clicks to answer.

“Come into my office please.” his voice sounds irritated. She knows she’s in trouble. She hesitates, but enters his office.

“Yes, sir?” She whispers, barely able to look at him.

“Miss Mina,” he begins. She cringes at the way he addresses her. “Miss Mina, you have been with us for a year now, but within the last few weeks, I have watched you come into work late on a regular basis and your lunch hours have gone on quite longer than an hour. Now, your work production has not been affected, however, this behavior can not be ignored.”

She looks at her feet. Her small feet in her black heels. She does not see his eyes. She does not see him watching her. His eyes move from her hair tightly held up in a bun at the top of her head. He looks at the way her glasses make her look sexy, his eyes graze her breasts inside the white buttoned down blouse. His eyes run her curves, down her black, knee length skirt, down her light black panty hose, to her shoes. His cock twitches and he jumps back to reality.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to let you go.”

“No no,” she begs him. “Please I need this job.” Her eyes well up. She looks at him. It changes him. “There must be something else?” she continues her plea. “Please…. Sir?”

Suddenly, he looks at her with new eyes. How could he have not seen it in her before?

“Yes, Miss Mina.. there is something we can do.”

Her body relaxes slightly. She feels a new excitement. She had been right about him all along.

“Stand at my desk. Palms down. Back to me.”

She does as she’s told. Places her hands down on the desk.

“Now lean forward… I want you bent over my desk. Keep those palms planted.”

She leans forward, holding her breath, she sticks her ass out a bit, arching her back. This causes her skirt to lift a bit. She wants him to notice the secrets she keeps.

He walks over to her, leans over and she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. He breaths her in deeply and moans with her scent. She shivers beneath him and closes her eyes. She gasps as his hand makes contact on her skin, just at the back of her right knee. His hand creeps up her stocking, crosses over to the inside of her right thigh and he pauses when her stockings break to reveal more skin. He chuckles a bit at the thigh highs. His cock grows erect when he continues and feels her garter belt.

“Aren’t we a sexy little office slut?” These were the first dominant words she had ever heard him speak to her. They made her melt. She arched her back even farther and spread her legs even wider.

“Yes Sir.” Her words came out in a moan.

His hand continued up to her cunt. He could feel her wetness dripping down already and realized it was because she wore no panties. He moaned loudly, running his fingers along her pussy lips, letting her feel that he was pleased with her.

“I never knew I had such a wonderfully, submissive slut right outside my door.”

He removed his hand and hiked up her skirt, admiring her from behind. She was clean, of course, no touch of hair anywhere. He spread her cheeks just a bit. Saw the wetness from her tight cunt. Saw her tight asshole. He would have all of this…maybe not all today, but one day.

“I’m going to punish you now Mina” he walks away to his umbrella stand.

“yes Sir.” she replies.

He pulls out a previously concealed switch and joins her once more. “Arch your back mina, real good, so it hurts and stay still.”

“yes sir”, she replies.

“Count them for me mina.”

“yes sir”

He let’s the first blow land, taking it easy at first.

“one” she can barely count through her adoration.

*swat* this one much harder.

“two”

*swat*

“three” Easy enough, she thinks.

*swat*

“four”

*swat*

“five” her back is hurting now.

The switch hits the small of her back. “ARCH mina ARCH”

She corrects herself.

“where were we on the count mina?”

“five Sir”

“AH yes!” *swat right on her backside once more* “Five”

*swat*

“six” she pants.

*SWAT* They grow harder now.

“se…. ven”

*SWAT* painful

“ei…gh….T” Her fingers dig into the wood.

*SWAT SWAT* the blows land across her fingers. He moves so fast she never saw it coming. She yelps in frustration. “Palms FLAT mina!”

“yes sir,” she pants.

“Where were we on the count?”

“eight Sir.”

“Yes” *swat* back to her backside. “Eight it is.”

*SWAT*

She yelps in pain, her ass colored in pinks and reds. “NINE”

*SWAT*

“ten” the words come out strained. She is moaning.

“Yes mina, ten swats of punishment. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, sir”

He puts the switch back in place and approaches her heated cheeks. She hears him unzip and his pants fall to the floor. She dare not look back. She hears him stroking softly. His hand dips into her wetness and his stroking grows louder, now being well lubricated. His breathing becomes broken. He pants.

“I’m going to fuck that tight cunt of yours. Would you like that mina?”

“yes sir”

He moves in and rubs his cock head along her slit. His large hand trails along her back and up to her bare neck. His fingers wrap around her neck and apply pressure. He thrusts into her hard. She bites her lip and grunts. Her eyes shut tight. One hand holds her hip, the other grips her neck. She has never felt so used or dominated in her whole life. She has never been so happy.

Thrust after thrust he pounds into her, grunting in time with his motions. She takes him. It doesn’t take him long to pound the last final thrust into her. He growls from deep within his throat. She feels his cock explode within her. Slowly he lets go of his submissive possession. He backs away.

“It’s ok mina, we are done here.”

She straightens herself up, pulls her skirt down. His cum already runs down her thigh.

“I think you have learned your lesson mina?”

“yes Sir”

“If you do this again, you will be punished once more.

“yes sir”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” She grins. “When I do this again I will be punished.”

She leaves his office, smiling as the lunch hour approaches.

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The baby girl/Daddy series~ baby girl, the office pet

baby girl sits on a pretty pink pillow, hunched over, underneath Daddy’s desk. Her eyes watch him as he paces his home office, busy discussing business. Nude, the only article on her is a heavy chain. Attached to the desk leg, it wraps around her neck and is clasped. She feels the weight of it on her thin body. She feels the weight of Daddy’s ownership over her. From time to time, Daddy treats her more as his pet, than his baby girl.

He stops his pacing long enough to look at his baby girl, his office pet. He grins through his conversation as he sees baby girl shyly grinning at him. He is aware of his little “pacing” habit.

Soon the call is over and he walks back over to the desk. baby girl, moves back underneath as Daddy takes his place once more at his desk. He moves his chair forward, baby girl moves to accommodate his legs, the chain being the only sound she makes. As he settles in place, baby girl nuzzles against him and contently sighs. She enjoys napping like this, at his feet, while he works.

“You aren’t planning on napping right now, are you baby girl?” Daddy interrupts her idling mind.

“I plan on doing what you wish of me Daddy.” She quietly answers.

“Good,” He smiles and continues. “I am going to need your help in breaking my pacing habit while I am on this conference call.”

He pushes his chair far enough back to allow baby girl to get out from underneath the desk. He pats the desk top and she quickly gets up onto the desk. She assumes her normal desk sitting position. Legs spread, with feet up on desk so that her knees are up by her head. She looks like a sitting frog like this, she hates how open and vulnerable she is.

Daddy looks at her open cunt. She can feel his eyes staring at her womanly folds. She blushes at the amount of focus he has. She feels her juices spill forth. She bites her lower lip, ashamed at how aroused she is getting.

“Look at you baby girl, my little office pet,” He snickers. “Look how aroused you are getting. Such a pretty little cunt.” His finger runs her slit and dips inside. “So wet too.”

His phone rings, Daddy gives baby girl a look that she understands well. She must obey in silence. Daddy must work now. Daddy places his ear piece in place to take the call and inserts two fingers into baby girl’s cunt. She whimpers softly, which results in a warning glance from Daddy. Quickly, she inhales and bites her lower lip, silencing herself.

Daddy’s voice echos in the home office as he begins discussing business once more. His fingers work skillfully in and out of her cunt. She focuses on the pleasure he is giving her. She squeezes her inner muscles around his fingers. But she must be careful, she mustn’t cum, not unless he tells her to.

He withdraws and begins pacing the room as the discussion grows louder, perhaps a bit frustrating. baby girl holds her position, as she watches Daddy begin pacing the room. His arms begin to wave over his head. His voice rises. Daddy is getting angry.

baby girl hates seeing Daddy angry. She watches him pace the room for minutes, until she can’t take it anymore. “I am going to need your help in breaking my pacing habit while I am on this conference call.” His words echo in her head. Desperate to make his frustrations dissipate, she knocks his paper clips to the floor… they scatter everywhere, the paperclip holder makes a loud “thud” as it hits the desk.

Daddy pauses in his conversation and looks at baby girl. She mouths the words, “Im sorry”. She goes to jump off the desk to pick up her mess. But he stops her. While continuing his conversation, he tells her to take her position once more on the desk, only this time, she is motioned to sit behind his wireless mouse. He brushes her cunt with his fingers as he uses the mouse to bring up reports, supporting his business argument. She feels her wetness grow and just prays it isn’t dripping all over his mouse. He inserts his fingers once more as he continues his discussion. Things seem to be winding down.

Daddy looks at her and taps her leg, she knows this signal. She scurries off the desk, her chain clanking against the hard wood, she cringes at her mistake. She flips over and presses her breasts against the desk top, her cunt pressed against the desk, her legs spread wide and her feet planted firmly to the floor. She thrusts her ass out as far she can. Daddy puts the call on mute for one second as he sends a blow to her ass. She holds her silence well and he takes the phone off mute once more.

She waits for his next move. Suddenly she feels something cold and odd insert into her cunt. She tries to think of what it could be… in horror, she figures it out.. it is the paper clip holder. Daddy has somehow managed to insert it into her cunt. She blushes. She listens to him speak and then he places the call on hold.

“baby girl, get on the floor. And DON’T let that holder fall out!”

She obeys and get on the floor, her muscles holding on tight, trying her best not to let the thick, oddly shaped object fall out.

“Collect the items you have dropped while on all fours you office slut of a pet!”

Quickly she collects the fallen paper clips. “Oh my” she thinks. “They really have gotten everywhere.” One by one she places them in her left hand. Daddy goes back to his phone call. Slowly, her left hand becomes too full with the paper clips. What will she do?

Daddy leans down and offers his hand for the clips, she pours them in and he moves behind her. Surprised, she hears them as they are put back into the holder, the holder that is now in place in her cunt.

She continues her clean up as Daddy continues his conversation. One by one she picks them up, hands them over to Daddy and he places them inside her “cunt holder”. Not satisfied by her work at times, Daddy takes some of the clips and throws them back on the floor. He just wanted to keep her busy as he finished off his phone call.

As the last clip is placed in the cunt holder, Daddy finishes his call.

He looks at his office pet. Face down on the floor, palms forward, head between her elbows. She tries so hard to hold still, her wetness is making the paper clip holder slowly slide out of her cunt. Squeezing her muscles any harder will just make it pop out all together.

“Such a little office slut you are.” Daddy speaks sternly. “But you have pleased me as my pet.” He removes the holder from her cunt. “You have a clever way of keeping me from pacing my pet.”

“Yes, Daddy.” she answers.

He bends down and takes her chin in his hand. He kisses her forehead. “Baby girl you have made me happy today as my office pet. You can go nap now.”

“Thank you sir.” baby girl smiles and crawls underneath the desk. Daddy takes his place once more and she snuggles against the warmth of his legs. She falls asleep with thoughts of Daddy in her head and the sound of tapping keyboard keys in her ears.

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The baby girl/Daddy series~ baby girl exposed

Daddy is hosting a party at his elegant home. He just sealed the deal on a job project and there is much celebration in order. He invited all his close friends and co workers. baby girl is amongst those present. Only she is no baby nor girl tonight. Tonight she is a woman. Her long brown hair done up elegantly on her head, exposing her delicate neck. She wears a black cocktail dress that accentuates her body. She is a stunning vision of a woman.

Daddy watches her, knowing that beneath that womanly cover is his baby girl.

baby girl is pouring herself another glass of wine in the kitchen when Daddy approaches her from behind. His hand rests firmly on her arm and she lowers her glass down to the counter. His lips touch her ears as he says, “In the bedroom now baby girl. Wait for Daddy. Wait for Daddy like the bitch in heat I know you are.”

baby girl responds with a nod “yes”, her dangly pearl earrings swaying. She leaves the kitchen quickly and undetected and heads for the master bedroom.

Once inside, she strips herself bare, lays herself down on his bed and positions herself as Daddy intended. Her elbows and face pressed against the matress, her ass in the air, her back arched, pushing her wet cunt out. Yes, this is what Daddy likes. But she must wait. It feels like hours, when only minutes have passed. Being told to wait excites her, it arouses her. She feels the wetness build between her thighs. She blushes at her outward arousal. “Wait for Daddy” The sentence turns her to a puddle.

The door opens and she keeps her eyes forward, knowing that is what a good baby girl does.

“WIDER.” She hears his voice booming. She spreads her knees as far apart as she can, while still being able to push her cunt in the air.

“Look at you baby girl. Are you wet for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

“You are a vision. Isn’t she?” And baby girl realizes there is another body in the room with them. She blushes and panics but does not turn around to look. That would be forbidden. She wants to bury her face into the matress and hide.

“Yes, she is stunning.” She doesn’t have to look. She knows who it is. It is Daddy’s best friend and business partner. The only person that she is aware of that also knows her as Daddy’s baby girl.

“Go ahead, touch her. See how wet she gets just waiting for Daddy.”

baby girl feels Daddy’s friends hands on her ass. He feels his fingers as they run up and down the slit of her cunt. She can hear his breathing grow rapid.

“No no… really touch her, observe her, like this!” Daddy moves behind her and she feels his hands on her backside. They go low and spread her cunt lips wide.

“Ah look at her. Look at how wet she is. God dam baby girl! Have you no self control? Go ahead stick your finger in there.”

baby girl gasps as she feels the friend’s finger slip into her wet cunt. It dives deep inside her. Her muscles clamp down around him and she feels him wiggling inside her. She grunts.

“Fuck she has a wet and TIGHT cunt!” the friend gasps… almost in excitement.

“You think her cunt is tight, wait till you see her ass!” Daddy’s hands slide up to her ass and spread her cheeks wide. It’s almost painful. “Look at that tight, virgin ass. One day I am going to fuck that tight ass of hers and she is going to love it. My cock is going to be buried deep inside of baby girl’s ass and I am going to cum so hard, claiming that ass as mine. Watching my cum spill out of her.”

She feels fingers play with her asshole. They poke around her ass, they go inside, just to the tip. She is panting now, and still she gets wetter still.

“Fuck she is getting even wetter.” She hears his friend exclaim. Daddy steps away and moves around to the other side of the bed, she can see him now. She looks into Daddy’s eyes.

She feels his friend’s hands back on her cunt. Now he prys her apart. His fingers dig into her cunt. He is getting rough with her, losing control, getting to excited. She feel his hands go to her hips and he pulls her into him. Her cunt slams into his erection as it’s pressed against the fabric of his pants. He holds her there, pressed against him as he slowly rock his hips back and forth, mocking a fuck.

“I want to fuck her tight cunt.” he whispers.

“Not tonight,” Daddy interrupts. “baby girl is not for fucking tonight. You better wash up. It seems baby girl has made you rather wet with her cunt juices. Your wife may not be appreciative.”

“No I suppose she wouldn’t.” The friend backs away from baby girl, taking his cue that the fun is over, but not before ramming his fingers once more in her cunt. “Thank you. You have a wonderfully tight cunt.” He exits the room quickly.

Daddy releases baby girl from her position and she sits up to face him. “You are a wonderful baby girl. You make Daddy proud every day. One day he will fuck you … maybe. We shall see how much I want to share my baby girl. But not tonight. Not until he respects that you are much more than a tight wet cunt.” He smiles and kisses baby girl on the forehead. “Come, get dressed and let’s go back to the party. No panties though. I want to be able to feel that wet violated cunt of yours throughout the night.”

With a smile baby girl gets dressed and once more joins the crowd as the woman she is. She shares a secret now with two other people in the room. Once more her cunt floods with juices, her face blushes and Daddy’s hand sneaks up her dress and presses into her cunt. How she loves her Daddy.

The baby girl/Daddy series~ sucking daddy’s cock

baby girl kneels before him, legs spread as wide as she can make them, her hands behind her head, fingers laced. Her incredibly long, brown hair carefully done up in pig tails. That, and the fact that her cunt is bare, are the only “baby” things about her. Daddy prefers her clean and bare. He prefers it for himself as well.

baby girl struggles to keep herself still, her knees digging into the floor. She keeps her eyes down, her mind focused, perhaps that will help.

“Do you know why Daddy has asked you to come, baby girl?” His voice breaks the silence.  She shakes her head ‘NO’, her pigtails sway back and forth. “Daddy’s had a long, rough day and he would like to feel better. Would you like to help him feel better baby girl?”

Her large brown eyes look at him. She bites her lower lip, suppresses a grin and nods her head ‘yes’, trying to hold back her girlish enthusiasm.

Daddy grins and chuckles to himself. “You are my good girl, baby girl. My good baby girl.” He reaches for his slacks, baby girl watches as he first unbuckles his belt, causing her to hold her breath,  unbuttons and then unzips. He lets his slacks fall to his knees, taking his briefs down with them.  His cock semi erect proudly hangs before her.

Daddy moves closer, placing one hand behind baby girl’s head. He nods and she takes her hands down. He lets his fingers twiddle her hair briefly.

baby girl knows what Daddy likes, she begins as best as she can. She moves forward and covers the head of his cock with kisses. She moves down his shaft and covers his entire cock with even more kisses. Her hand moves up and she begins gently stroking him while kissing him, wanting him fully erect. It doesn’t take long. She slides one hand to his balls, giving them a tight squeeze. Her other hand grips the base of his cock as she takes her tongue and licks his shaft from bottom to top over and over again. He moans gently. She lets her tongue swirl over his cock head. He watches her piercing shine in the light.

“More Daddy?” She quietly asks, there is an innocence in her look.

“Yes baby girl,” he answers, patting her on the head. “Much much more.”

baby girl pauses for a moment and wraps her lips around Daddy’s cock head. She takes him in deep, swirling her tongue around him. She pulls him out, then back in. She pumps him gently. In and out, in and out. Her hand keeping up the rhythm of her deliciously loud sucking. His cock head comes out of her lips with a “pop” each time, before she plunges herself back onto him. Her breathing grows rapid as she exerts herself.

“Oh baby girl, you suck daddy’s cock so good.”

She feels his hands come to either side of her face. He grips the ponytails at her sides. He holds her still. She stops and looks up at him. Her big brown eyes filled with concern.

“Open wide.” he tells her.

baby girl does as she is told and opens her mouth as wide as she can get it. Slowly, Daddy takes over. Pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He picks up speed and begins plunging deeply. She chokes and gags as he hits the back of her throat. But he is gone just as quickly as he pressed in. Over and over again Daddy fucks baby girl’s face. All she can do is hold her mouth wide, her muscles are tired, her mouth is small, his cock is so thick. She winces everytime he grazes her teeth.

Daddy feels her teeth with each thrust. He doesn’t care. He would rather make his cock bleed than stop fucking his precious baby girl.

Finally, he plunges in deep. He takes her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. baby girl gags and chokes. Daddy pulls out long enough to allow her to catch her breath and then he plunges back in. baby girl gags once more, only this time a quiet moan escapes her mouth.

“Ssshhh, shhh, baby girl,” Daddy assures her. “You are making Daddy very pleased.”

baby girl looks up at Daddy, her brown eyes filled with tears, her mouth gagging on his cock. He pulls out once more and plunges in deeply one last time. He feels the muscles of her mouth and throat around his cock.

He begins face fucking her again. His pace grows faster. He begins grunting. Until finally he pulls out, stroking his cock. “I’m gonna cum on my baby girl.”

baby girl watches his cock excitedly as the first burst of cum shoots out and hits her in the face. Over and over each spurt lands on her face. She is smiling as best as she can.

Daddy takes his cock and presents it to baby girl. She does not hesitate to suck it clean for him. She does not hesitate to milk every last drop out of him and take in his taste.

“You have pleased Daddy so very very much, baby girl.”

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waiting

He leads me, naked,  to the folding chair. He orders me to “sit!”, in his Dominant, stern voice. I do as I’m told.

He puts my black collar on, with leash. Inside, my body shakes with anticipation. I can not help but giggle and grin. I am so bad as a sub sometimes.

“Hands at your sides, palms down on the side of the chair.”

I move slowly and carefully, my wrists pressed against the side of the chair. My fingers curled underneath.

He moves away and then pulls out a ribbon. Carefully he weaves it through the chair and binds my wrists to it.

He pulls out another ribbon and kneels down. I naturally spread my legs. I have learned well. He looks at my cunt and grins, but then focuses his attention to my ankles. He presses them against the legs of the chair and weaves the ribbon through, binding them as well.

He looks back up at my cunt and smirks.. “Wet already, slut?”, he remarks. “Look at you, can’t even be properly prepared.”

I bite my lip as his face moves close to my cunt. He breathes in. He can smell my arousal. He loves that… and so do I. He stands, runs his hand up my slit and chuckles. I moan with need. It’s been only 5 minutes and already I want him to fuck me!

He grabs my leash and yanks me forward. I gaze at him. He pushes his finger, wet with my cunt juices into my mouth. “Taste your lust, you slut.” My tongue works quickly around his finger. He lets go and steps back.

He reaches for …. the crop.

“Just because I love leaving marks all over your body. Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”

I gasp and savor his words… “Watching as my artwork rises from your flesh.”

His first crop takes me by surprise. I gasp as it hits my stomach. Over and over again he hits my stomach in all different places. I can’t move. I look away, shut my eyes and moan. I feel the heat rising in my flesh, I feel his “art” coming to life.

He moves down, to my thighs. Inner, outer, all over. He is unforgiving. Down to my calves and over my feet. I am heated all over. I am aching … and yet I know that I am wet.

He stops, and pulls me forward by the leash once more. It pulls my attention back and to him. I open my eyes and turn to look at him.

Holding my leash in his left hand, he raises his right hand with crop and smacks my tit. “Ungh!” the pain is instant and it stings. My nipple throbs. I close my eyes and look away. He grabs me by the chin and forces me to look at him. “Look at me, slut!” He orders. “Keep those eyes open.”

I look at him as he lets go of me. He steps back and raises the crop once more. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open when he crops my other tit. I yelp, I squirm, I moan, but I do not let go of my stare into his eyes. His eyes are grounding me now.

He hits me again and yet again across the tits. My nipples erect and aching. Tears form in my eyes. I whimper but will only take more. As much as he sees fit.

He stops and unties me from the chair. “You are a good girl little one. You are a good little sub.”

He helps me up. Leads me into the bedroom. I wipe my wet eyes. He motions me to get on the bed. He removes my leash and replaces it with the ribbon. He pushes me to lay down and he smiles. He grabs the other end of the ribbon and ties it to the bed leg.

I am now attached by collar to the bed.

“I am leaving now pet. I will go and get us some lunch. You know from where,”  He grins. “You will wait here, like this for me, while I go out. Naked and bound to our bed. You will wait as I make the drive out there, order the food, wait for it to be prepared and come home. See you soon.”

And so he leaves, and I am left waiting on the bed, tied. I think about how wonderful it feels to be tied to the bed, waiting for him. He could take as long or as short as he would like. He could return hours later. I feel a throbbing between my legs as I know how wonderful this is. To be here.. waiting.

I feel excited, knowing that while he is gone, he is thinking about me. How I am naked, with wet cunt, waiting for him. I am tied to his bed… tied to him. Aching for his return. Obeying his request. I could easily unbuckle the collar and leave the bedroom, but he knows I would not. I would stay for him. Stay because it pleases him and me. Would he grow erect knowing that I am naked and waiting… his artwork raised on my flesh?

How long will I wait?

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