“Are you going to fuck your little girl, daddy?” I asked, kicking my legs against the wall. He reached down, grabbed them, slid his hands up and grabbed my loincloth and underwear and with a quick motion pulled them down off my legs, wrestled them past my boots, and flicked them aside. Some small part of me wished he hadn’t tossed them on the ground, but then he opened my legs, stepped forward and I could feel his cock rest against my pussy. My arms went around his neck and I held my breath.
“No, I’m going to fuck the hot little slut that’s been teasing me all night,” he said, and buried his cock into me.
“Oh God!” I cried out, before daddy managed to clamp a hand over my mouth. My legs wrapped around his hips, pinning him to me, keeping his cock deep in me.
“Little girl, can you be quiet or does daddy need to keep his hand over your mouth,” he said, his hips starting to move again. I nodded and he lifted his hand and I pulled him closer so that his ear was close to my mouth.
“I’ll be a good little girl, daddy. I’ll be, ooooh, quiet as a mouse. Just keep fucking me, I need your cock so bad, daddy,” I whispered.
We kept that way for a few minutes, with daddy driving his cock into me and me whispering filthy things in his ear. Although I could tell he was going to have to put his hand over my mouth again as my voice was getting louder. I was getting close and judging by the way he was fucking me, so was he.
That’s when I heard voices coming down the street. I looked and could see a crowd of a half dozen men and women, not much older than me, coming down the street. They were going to walk right past the church.
“Daddy!” I whispered urgently. “People are coming.”
He paused in fucking me and we both held still. He didn’t even turn his head. I was the one watching them. If we moved, they might see us. All we could is hold still and hope they didn’t see us. I could feel my breath getting shorter and my pussy was throbbing around daddy’s cock.
Then they walked right past us. I could see that one of the guys was wearing a Senators ball cap. They were that close. But they kept laughing and talking about someone named Karen and didn’t notice us. After their voices faded I whispered to daddy.
“You need to cover my mouth now and fuck me as hard as you can, daddy.”
His hand clamped over my mouth and he slammed back into me and I screamed into his hand. We were both turned on and freaked out by the close call and didn’t want to chance a second encounter. He buried his cock into me a half dozen more times, before I heard him groan and quietly mutter “Jesus fuck, princess” and he came in me.
That was all it took. His cum surging into me and I came, screaming into his hand. I could feel my pussy pulse around his cock, trying to get every drop of cum from him. He stayed that way for a minute, each of us trying to catch our breath. Then he slowly pulled out of me and helped me put my feet back on the ground. He kept holding me as my legs shook for a moment.
“Wow,” he said. I grinned. I wanted to enjoy the moment, but we were really pushing our luck. We should get going.
“Daddy, can you get my loincloth for me,” I said, as I fished some tissues from out of my bag that was sitting on the ground to mop up a bit. It was going to be a messy ride home. Fuck it.
He went to get them and I heard him mutter “uh oh” and he came back with them. They were wet and had mud on them. He looked apologetic when he held them up to me.
“Sorry, princess. Guess I got carried away.”
“Daddy!” I whispered loudly. “What am I going to wear?”
He thought a moment and then got a mischievous grin.
“Nothing. We’re about a five to ten minute walk from the car. You have your cloak and I’m with you. You’ll be fine,” he said.
I looked at him like he was a madman and he shrugged his shoulders and gave me a look that said “come up with a better idea.”
I didn’t. Cane or not, daddy was going to be moving double time on the walk to the car. But just before we left the shelter of the alcove I had an idea. I reached back and undid my bra, and placed it in my bag. It was a weird kind of public nudity. I still had on my boots and gauntlets. I had on my necklace and headband. And my cloak, of course.
When I was putting my bra in the bag, I felt my phone. I’m not sure I’ll believe this happened in two weeks time unless there was proof. I grabbed it and quickly set it up to take pictures in low light and made sure the flash was off.
“Take my picture, daddy,” I said. He took the phone from me with a dazed look on his face. He double checked the settings and quickly looked around. The street was still quiet. He brought the phone up and I did a few quick poses. Some with me being coy with the cloak; others more blatant. I ended with one of me pressed against the wall, my legs open and touching myself with me looking sultry at the camera.
I could feel myself getting aroused again, but this really wasn’t the time. I quickly went over and grabbed the phone from daddy and put it in my bag and handed it back to him to carry. Then I bundled the cloak around me. He put his arm around me and, after another check, we left the church.
“Let’s go home, daddy,” I said.
***
I woke up the next morning naked and curled into daddy’s side. I was really beginning to enjoy waking up that way.
After we got home last night I could tell daddy was aching and he told me I had worn him out. He was trying to joke, but I could tell his knee was hurting a lot. I felt bad, and he said I was being silly, that he was a grown man and that a little pain was absolutely worth being with me today.
He got in the shower and popped a couple of painkillers. I was tempted to join him, but I knew what would happen and I think he needed some recovery time. I hopped in after he got out and scrubbed myself clean. By the time I finished doing all of my pre-bed routines and went to join him he had already passed out. He was naked, with the sheets only partly covering him.
I was still wired and a bit horny from our church adventure. I got in bed and looked at daddy’s naked body. I then cracked open my phone and looked at the photos he took at the church. It felt wrong to think I looked hot, but damn it, I looked fucking hot. I looked porn star hot. I looked at the pictures he took and then at his cock again and began rubbing my clit. It only took a few minutes before I gave myself a nice little orgasm. Just enough to take the edge off.
I texted Gillian to tell her I was ok and that I may have desecrated a church. She found that hilarious. I also flipped her the picture of me and Michelle, and she promptly pumped me for details about her until I finally passed out.
I checked my phone and saw that it was 8:45. I debated waking daddy up with a morning blow job and finally christen the bed, but my stomach chose that moment to remind me I was hungry. That’s when I got a clever idea. I could make daddy breakfast in bed and then give him a blowjob. I patted myself on the back for being such a clever little girl and slipped out of bed.
It was still warm in the house and this weekend was my apparent coming out for being a bit of an exhibitionist, so I didn’t bother with a shirt or bathrobe. I trotted quietly out to the kitchen and began assembling breakfast. I thought the sourdough bread daddy bought yesterday was still in the car and he might like some. I considered putting on a coat, but decided to continue my exhibitionist “streak”. I quietly opened the door, ran to the car naked, and grabbed the bags with the bread from the backseat.
I cut up some bread, put some fruit on a plate, found some bacon in the fridge that wasn’t used yesterday and began frying it. After the first splatter of grease popped out of the pan, I decided that maybe an apron would be ok. I found daddy’s and put it on. It was way too big for me and my ass was hanging out the back, but I bet it would look sexy when I was serving him.
I Googled “How to make an omelet”, figuring I would really impress him. After about five minutes I decided that he would be just as impressed with scrambled eggs.
I was humming along and putting the final touches on things. I just needed the coffee to finish perking. That’s when I heard the door open and close. Damn it, daddy woke up and I didn’t hear him. He must have gone out to the car to get the rest of the stuff from yesterday. Oh well, I’m sure I could entice him back to bed.
I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and I began to wiggle my hips and ass, figuring that would be a tempting sight. I was so focussed on getting the food ready it didn’t register that the steps sounded wrong.
“Well, I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I guess my plan has been foiled. How are you feeling…” and then I turned around.
It was not daddy.
It was a woman in her mid 40s. She had black, curly hair down past her shoulders with grey coming in, but stylishly so. She had sunglasses pitched on her head, a really kickass looking leather coat and a U2 t-shirt. Jeans and some really awesome knee-high leather boots too. I took all of that in because it was genuinely the only part of my brain working at the moment.
“Hi, I’m Meg. And you are?”