He looked down at me. I made my eyes extra wide and adorable. Look, I know it’s an evil superpower; Daddy has told me as much. But it’s not like I’m using it to get him to rob banks. I’m using it so he’ll fuck me. Win-win. Totally.
He shook his head, reached across the stove and turned the burner down on low. “It’s your fault if dinner is inedible,” he said.
Then he turned around and put his hands under my shirt and on my naked ass. I squealed as he lifted and placed me on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Daddy adjusted one of the chairs as I made quick work of the t-shirt. It was around 8 pm so the blinds were closed and no one from the neighbouring condos could see inside. I was hoping I might be able to adjust that later.
But first thing first. I looked down and noticed he’d finished adjusting the chair and was looking at me. I leaned back on my arms and opened my legs.
“Care for an appetizer,” Daddy?” I asked, somehow managing not to start giggling as I said it.
“Oh God, you deserve to be punished for that,” he said, but still moved closer to my pussy. I could feel my brain start to slow in anticipation.
“Promise me you’ll do that later. Right now, I need this,” I said huskily.
And because he could deny me very little, he dove in.
The instant his tongue touched my clit, my brain shut down. All my clever plans and teasing vanished from my brain. Along with my ability to spell and do any kind of math. My Daddy just knows how to lick pussy. One of these days I’m just not going to come back out of it once he finishes eating me. I’ll just be some brainless, giggling bimbo.
That would be bad. Obviously. Totally. But right now, that’s a chance I’m willing to take.
Daddy knew all the tricks to get me going and when to ease off so I didn’t cum too quickly. He knew how to make me beg for more. He knew just how to swirl his tongue around my clit. Hell, he knew how to make his damn beard an erotic torture device; running it against the inside of my thighs was often enough to set off fireworks in my brain.
The thing that killed me, though, were his fingers. When he had me wound up just right, he’d slide his fingers into my pussy, curl them and begin moving them across my g spot. Guaranteed to make me cum in seconds.
Lately though, he’d been complaining I was going to kill him doing that. At first, wrapping my legs around his head and trapping him between my thighs was kinda fun and cute. But there was an incident a few weeks ago where I came so hard, I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came back to reality and relaxed my legs, he gasped for breath and said he saw stars.
Oops.
So he introduced a new rule. If I wanted him to slide his fingers into my pussy, I had to grab and hold onto my ankles. It was easier when he just cuffed them, which I asked him to do a few times. But in this case, I was going to have to focus because he was serious. One time I let go of my ankles and he pulled his fingers back out, which did an unpleasant number on me and my orgasm.
So while Daddy was going to town on my clit, I managed to focus enough to leverage my legs open and grab my ankles.
“Please, Daddy. You know what I want. I’m a good girl, see?” I moaned, wagging my toes to show that I had a hold of my feet.
He glanced up between my legs and I gave him a pleading look. Yes, I could cum from him licking me, but the fingers assured something next level.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked. I nodded frantically.
He went back down and began licking me again, and ran his fingers along the opening of my pussy without putting them in. Infuriating.
“Daddee,” I whined. “Stop teasing!”
He stopped licking for a second, and through the haze I wondered if I might not have been too bossy. Then I felt his fingers slide into my pussy while he resumed his attack on my clit.
Boom.
“Oh Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I screamed. I was dimly aware that I had my fingernails into my socks to keep a grip on them.
Then he did something with his fingers while sucking hard on my clit. Later, I came back to reality soaked in sweat, my throat sore, and my pussy was still throbbing. So I’m guessing it was a pretty good orgasm. With some pride I noticed I still had a grip on my ankles.
When Daddy saw I was alert again, he gently took my hands and removed them from my ankles. He rested my legs on his shoulders which made my thighs grateful.
“You ok, Kitten?” he asked, touching my face. I turned my cheek in his hand and purred. He smiled, knowing I was ok.
“You ok to go into the bedroom? I don’t fancy trying to fuck you on Meg’s island. Christ, she’s going to set this place on fire if she ever figures out all the different surfaces we’ve fucked on,” he said.
I glanced into the living room. There was a glass door there that slid open and went out onto a deck. I’d asked once about doing it out there, but Daddy said unless I fancied being the star of a PornHub video, it wasn’t happening. He indulged my minor exhibitionist streak, but he was probably right. With all the condos in the area it was inevitable someone would record us.
That didn’t mean we hadn’t improvised a bit. Daddy saw where I was looking and shook his head. Then he smiled.
“Go set it up, Kitten,” he said. I bounced down off the kitchen island, did a little wobble, grinned at him, and went into the living room. I glanced back and saw him taking the food off the burner and then taking off his shirt.
I quickly turned off the lights and then opened the curtains, mindful that except for the socks, I was naked. I dragged one of Meg’s chairs close to the sliding door. I also opened the door a crack, just because I still liked a little thrill. People couldn’t see me, but they still might hear me. Then I threw a cushion on the floor and knelt in front of the chair. As I was kneeling, Daddy was walking towards me, already naked.
I felt my breath hitch. I’d been online and chatted with other girls in similar relationships. Just because sometimes you need people in similar situations to talk to. Some of those girls did it for the money or were just tired of immature boys and wanted a man. And yeah, most of us loved how much more experienced and skilled our men were in bed. But most of them talked about their men’s appearance as a necessary evil. Maybe they dressed nice, but if you could combine all of that into a cut body, that would be awesome.
Not my Daddy. I’d seen pictures of him from before when he was heavier and cared less about his appearance. His 50th birthday was not far off and he was breathtaking. He was lean from working out and eating better. The grey in his hair, beard and on his chest hair just added to things. He was a good-looking man. Oh, and there was also his lovely cock which was, unsurprisingly, rock hard. I mean, I’d be worried if it wasn’t.
He sat in the chair. The room was dark, although some light from outside was still coming in. But I could see the most important things; Daddy’s face and his cock. And his face was showing that he was waiting for me to take care of the other. I moved between his legs, rubbed my face against his cock, and then looked up.