Daddy quickly went to work on my clit with his tongue while sliding two of his fingers inside my pussy, curved them and began stroking along my special spot. I wrapped my legs around his neck and put my fingers through Daddy’s hair. Escape was impossible for him now.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I said over and over again, with the wave building and building inside of me. Finally Daddy took my clit, sucked it hard into his mouth while doing something indescribable with his fingers and I exploded.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” I screamed, and came, my hips lifting off the seat. Daddy’s face was getting soaked and it had little to do with the shower. He was unrelenting, continuing to lick and suck until I finally had to let him go and push him away.
“Oh God, please Daddy, I’m so sensitive, please,” I said.
He grabbed one of the rails by my head and leveraged himself up. Suddenly, there was a big, thick cock right in front of me. I was still loopy from the orgasm, but Daddy’s cock is always a lure. Before he even knew what was happening I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth.
Mmmmmm, Daddy’s cock. Best thing in the world. As I began sucking on it and running my tongue over his head, I could feel his hands run through my wet hair.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Kitten. Either by breaking my neck when I’m going down on you, or giving me a heart attack when you’re sucking my cock,” he said.
I momentarily took his cock out of my mouth and flicked my tongue underneath his crown. He groaned.
“You’ll die happy, though, Daddy,” I said, and then dove back down onto his cock, sucking away. It was perfect. The shower felt like being out in a warm rain. Daddy’s hands running through my soaking wet hair. My brain melting away in post-orgasmic, cock-sucking bliss. I could have spent hours doing that, but Daddy had other plans.
He gently pushed me back, and I whined like I always go when I’m deprived of my favourite thing.
“Time for you to take Daddy’s cock in other ways, Kitten,” he said, his voice sounding strained. Even through the haze, I knew what he wanted. I stood up, legs wobbling a bit, and then grabbed the railing on the wall and then bent over, sticking my ass back towards him. I could feel his hands running down my back and ass. He moved closer and his hard cock was wedged between my ass cheeks. He gently humped me like that for a moment. I decided that was enough and I needed more.
I pushed back the soaking wet hair from my face and looked back at him.
“Fuck your little Kitten, Daddy. She was a brat. Give her what she deserves.”
Then I turned and faced the wall and braced myself. Daddy didn’t disappoint, sliding his cock into me with one firm, hard thrust that had both of us moaning.
For the next few minutes I held onto that bar for dear life as Daddy fucked me. It wasn’t a punishing fucking like the other night, though. It was a good, hard, solid fucking. Bent over, with my hair in my face and the water from the shower coming down, Daddy’s amazing cock plowing into me over and over. I could feel myself being lifted up onto my toes with every thrust. My brain was still mostly fried, so I couldn’t do much more than grunt.
I could feel myself building up again, but then Daddy slowed down and stopped. I moaned and wiggled my ass to get him to keep going, but Daddy leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Daddy’s knee is going to give out soon. Do you think you can ride me for a bit?” he asked.
I managed to nod my head, and he pulled out, leaving me empty. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, but I still hated it. I wanted to be full, I wasn’t, and that needed to be corrected.
I straightened up with my head spinning and saw Daddy had moved over to where I had been sitting and eased himself down. He then patted his lap and I made my way over on wobbly legs. I climbed up on his lap, aimed his cock upwards and slid down, filling the emptiness. We both groaned.
I didn’t have the energy yet to start frantically bouncing up and down on him. Instead I just ground my hips on him, my clit rubbing against him sending little sparks. I looked into his eyes and smiled. My left hand found its way up to stroke his beard and we both noticed the ring. He smiled, took my hand and kissed it.
“That got sprung on you quick and spontaneously,” he said. “If you want to take it off and mom leaves I….”
I lifted my hips up and slid them down hard, which surprised him enough that his eyes got wide and he stopped talking. I waved my fingers in front of his face.
“The only way this comes off my finger is if you give something to replace it with. Clear?” I said, giving him my best serious little girl face and voice.
“Crystal clear, ma’am,” he said, making me giggle. He then pulled me in for a kiss. We did that for a few minutes, my hands wrapped around his neck and my body grinding on him. I could feel myself getting worked up again and was about to start bouncing in him when he broke the kiss.
“We’re running out of time. We have to multitask and get you clean while we’re fucking, little girl,” he said and then took some body wash from a shelf and poured it into his hand. He then began rubbing it across my tits, my stomach, and around to my back.
I smiled and took the bottle and repeated the gesture on him. He then cupped his hands around my ass and began moving me up and down, my tits sliding up and down across his chest. It felt amazing and I continued to run my hands up and down his back.
Gradually he started moving me up and down faster and I could feel my next orgasm building. I opened my eyes and could see Daddy was finally getting close too.
“I love you, Daddy,” I said in a soft voice. Normally I’m moaning about his breeding me, but god, I just loved him so much at that moment.
He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
“I love you too, Kitten,” he said. “Daddy’s close. Are you ready?”
“Uh huh,” I managed to get out. “Your little girl is ready for your cum, Daddy.”
He thrust up hard into me a half dozen more times and I arched my back, relishing having something so big pushed into me so hard that I defied gravity for a second.
“God!” He cried out and I could feel him cum explode into me, making me even warmer. I let out a gasp and came. It wasn’t an explosion in my head but just warmth and bliss spreading out across my body.
I flipped back down and rested my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. We held each other like that for a few minutes until I could sit up straighter and look at him. Kinda. Everything was still fuzzy. And very wet.
“Ohhhh, that was just what I needed. Thank you, Daddy,” I said.
“My pleasure, princess,” he said, and then kissed me, which made me start to giggle.
I really, really, really didn’t want to get up, but I knew we were pushing our luck and that his parents could come home any minute. Reluctantly I used his shoulders to leverage myself up. I gave a sad moan as his cock left me.
“So sad. I’ll miss you, Daddy’s cock,” I said, and then leaned down to give it a quick kiss of appreciation. And maybe a quick suck into my mouth.
Daddy gently pushed me back.
“We don’t have time for Round 2, Kitten,” he said.
I pouted, but he was right. Besides this was a bonus. I thought I’d have to wait until his parents left or have another bound and gagged session in the middle of the night. Shower fucking with Daddy was always a treat.
He grabbed a nearby cloth, poured out more body wash on it, and began cleaning my body. I began shampooing and conditioning my hair. He was, thankfully, gently cleaning up around my pussy, even as I could feel his cum drain out.
It was nice. No, it was amazing. Not a moment of clarity; too many hormones racing around for that. But a moment of love. I was good with that. I hummed to myself as Daddy ran the cloth over me.
“You good, Kitten?” he asked.
“I’m purrfect, Daddy,” I said and then giggled. He laughed, kissed me and then I began going to work on getting him clean.
***
(End of July)
It was approaching sunset and Michelle was breaking speed records on a New York Interstate trying to cover as much ground as possible before it got dark. I was resting my bare feet on the dashboard of her SUV, which I knew was annoying her a bit but I’d also just spent all weekend standing up, so I thought she could indulge me a little.
We’d spent the weekend at a comic con in Connecticut of all places. Her and Ahmed and heard good things about it, table fees were reasonable, and it was located at a casino. That’s all Michelle needed to hear.
It was meant as a test run on their cosplay business. Michelle and I would go, model costumes we worked on, sell a few, have some templates people could buy, and offer up our services to design and make tailored costumes.
And it had worked pretty well. I was wearing the more family friendly cosplay outfits so we could target kids and younger teens. So I had my Batgirl cosplay, Merida, and a Rey costume I’d recently made. I even had the right lightsaber courtesy of my recent trip to Disney. Michelle was dressed mostly in military video game cosplay, which attracted a different crowd.
It had been a good time, although cosplaying as work was different than wandering around a con in a costume for fun. Plus, Michelle had vetoed Daddy coming along, which had pissed me off to no end. But Ahmed wasn’t coming either, and she insisted this was a girls only working con. I was annoyed, but considering she was paying my salary, sharing a room with her, paying for my meals and giving me some extra time off for Daddy’s birthday this coming week, I couldn’t complain too much.
Still, I was going to be glad to get home. We left Thursday lunchtime and it would be midnight before I got home. I already texted Daddy and told him not to bother going to sleep; his services would be needed once I got home. He responded that he just got back from his weekend in Toronto and would be waiting for me. Yum.
It finally got dark enough that Michelle was no longer comfortable travelling at warp speed. She settled into something only slightly over the speed limit.
“Aren’t you worried about getting a speeding ticket? You were going 90 mp/h there for a bit,” I said.
“Do you know how many speeding tickets I’ve talked my way out of?” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Fair point,” I said, then yawned and stretched. I considered napping so I’d have some extra energy when I got home, but Michelle seemed like she wanted to talk a bit.
“So, we actually made money at that thing, believe it or not,” she said, keeping her eyes on the road. “Even after gas, the hotel room, meals, your salary, expenses, we made money. We sold the costumes we brought, the designs, the cosplay supplies, my photos, all of it. And that doesn’t even count all the orders we took. You’re going to be flat out for the next few weeks getting them all done before you head back to school.”
I groaned. “Tell me about it. I have a lot of time hunched over sewing machines in my future.”
She paused, and I could tell she was weighing her words. “You could… stay on, if you wanted. I mean, keep working for us after the summer.”
I laughed. “No offence, Michelle, but after this summer the next wedding I go to is my own.”
The con, if nothing else, meant this weekend and next weekend I didn’t have to go to any weddings. I was grateful for that. I had almost reached Michelle levels of exhaustion with them.
“No, no. No more weddings. I talked about it with Ahmed before coming to this con. This was a test. If we did well, we’d offer you something permanent. No more weddings. You’d just be making costumes and working comic cons. We’d have you dealing with the online stuff as well,” she said.
I was stunned. I knew they were happy with my work, but never dreamed they were going to offer me a full-time job.
“I…. I don’t think I can, Michelle. I mean, it’s kind, but….”
“Oh come on. You spent all weekend fidgeting with your ring, and you’ve spent weeks complaining about not wanting to go back to school and just stay with Ben. Well now I’m offering you the chance to do just that. Stay here, be with your man, work with us, and get paid. What do you say?” she asked.
There was no way I could make this leap without talking to Daddy first. I suspect he wouldn’t be happy with me dropping out of school, but I could be with him all the time, and maybe take the next steps in our relationship. And if his mom wasn’t doing well, I mean, she wanted grandchildren and I wanted Daddy’s children eventually….
Maybe it would be ok. Maybe it would work.
“I… I need to talk to Ben first,” I said. God that sounded sad even to my ears.
Michelle kept her eyes on the road. I had the feeling she was disappointed, but not surprised.
“Not too long, ok Kitten?” she said.
I nodded.
Oh God, what was Daddy going to think?