I bayed rather loudly, the sound muffled by his fingers which he shoved deeper to keep anyone from knowing what we were doing. Once I became accustomed to his size, he removed his fingers and planted his hands against my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I was absolutely elated. I was so inexperienced, but this would likely be the most amazing sex of my life. I was sure my lack of movement was displeasing, but Daddy’s excited grunting made me reconsider.
“Am I being good?” I asked weakly, inhaling sharply with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, baby girl. You are being so good for Daddy.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. “You’re such a good girl.”
His thrusting rhythm picked up and he started pounding a little harder, causing me to cover my mouth every time I wanted to cry out. I could feel myself tighten as he pumped and I grabbed a nearby pillow. Daddy stopped me and firmly grabbed my face.
“I want to see your face when you cum for Daddy.”
The words elicited another moan, his other hand reaching down to massage my clit as he continued to pump his cock into my tight little hole. I arched my back and attempted to get loose of his grip, but he held me in place and grinned. He moved his grip to my throat where he intermittently applied pressure as he rubbed my clit harder.
“Oh my god–”
“Bust.”
“Oh… Oh…”
“Bust, Victoria. Let it go.”
“Ahh…!”
Still moaning, I bucked into his pelvis. He pounded me down into the bed with his hand firm over my lips, the mattress squeaking underneath us. My vision went blurry temporarily as I came, his grunting growing heavier as his rhythm quickened and then suddenly stopped.
He pulled out, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head down to his cock where he exploded all over my mouth and face. Mascara stuck to my cheeks that were now covered in tears and cum, the hot mess bitter and salty against my tongue. I smiled up at Daddy who looked down at me lovingly.
“Good girl,” He said between pants. “Go clean up before you’re late for work.”
“Victoria, would you mind taking these rolls of film down to the basement?”
Ms. Holden handed me a box of film that likely dated back to the 80’s. We had a whole collection in the basement that was somewhat out of order and needed to be organized, but I didn’t want to volunteer for that project. I nodded and smiled, taking the box towards the elevator to go down to the basement.
When I returned, I went back to shelving whatever books were left from earlier in the day. My bottom was still ridiculously sore from Daddy spanking it and my vulva was swollen. Still, it made me excited to focus on the pain. Daddy gave me an amazing orgasm and I was going to savor it.
As I rolled the squealing cart down one of the abandoned aisles, I came across a particularly interesting book. The cover was dark and a bit worn, but the pages were still well intact, so I popped it open to see its contents. Just as quickly as I’d opened the book, I closed it.
This book as about tantric sex.
I blushed immediately and tucked it under my arm, curiosity and fear mixing in my gut. It would help to have a reference guide since I was so inexperienced. I wanted to impress my Daddy and make him feel good, so it wouldn’t hurt to look a few positions.
I located a quiet spot out of view of others and opened the book again. Each page held a fascinating drawing of a woman and a man in the throes of passion, bent over in the strangest and wildest positions I had never before seen. As I flipped through the pages, I didn’t noticed the sudden presence of someone next to me.
It was Brad!
I slammed the book shut and pushed it away, embarrassed that I’d been caught reading smut.
“Victoria, what was that?”
“Nothing!”
I stood and ran back towards my cart, shoving it in the direction of a study room so I could calm down from being so startled. I couldn’t believe someone saw me looking at that! The entire book was basically pornography as it depicted various sexual acts and techniques.
Did people really do those sort of positions? I recalled the one of the woman sitting on top with her ankles up to the man’s ears. Was that comfortable? I shook the image from my head as I unlocked a study room and shut the door behind me. The silence and security of the room eased me immediately and I walked over to the computer that was sitting on the desk across the room. I logged into an admin account and opened a fresh web page.
What was I looking for? I tapped the keys pensively before typing in a few keywords. “Daddy” and “sex” typed together in the search bar produced a medley of websites that were rather intimidating.
I found groups dedicated to rape fantasies, role play groups, and even some questionable “teen” websites. After clicking around, I came across a blog that was dedicated purely to a Daddy/daughter relationship that caught my attention. I sifted through their blog for a bit and came across a few toys that I thought would please Daddy.
The girl, who looked about my age, was wearing a pastel colored collar and soft lace outfits that revealed a great deal of her body. Her Daddy would put her on a leash or sometimes bind her. I wondered if my Daddy was into that sort of thing and tried to remember whether I saw anything anywhere that ever indicated that interest.
Having satisfied my curiosity about this sort of relationship, I deleted my web history and logged out to finish my work for the evening. If I was going to get some things to use with Daddy then I would have to figure out a way to get my mother out of the house so we could properly explore.