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Hallie has a bad trip.
"Are you too hot baby?" The only sound I can make is strangled, halfway between a whimper and a moan. He drags his hand slowly up the back of my thigh, over the swell of my ass, to the small of my back. He stops, his hand slightly splayed over the patch of bare skin between the band of my panties and the hem of my tight white t-shirt. His fingers curve gently around my side, the tips of his fingers barely reaching my stomach.
"I know I shouldn't," he whispers against my neck. I have a split second to wonder what the hell he's talking about before he finishes, "but Daddy can't help it."
I resister that he's just called himself Daddy, then so many things happen at once. I gasp. My nipples tighten. My pussy floods. I feel that tiny spasm again.
I'm not sure when it happened, but some time ago, I started fantasizing about my Daddy. No, not my father. That's disgusting. My Daddy, the man who wants what's best for me. Even if what's best for me is a good hard spanking. A man who'll teach me, who'll nurture me. Make me his girl, then his bad girl, his slut, his whore. A man who will praise my good behavior with his cock. Who'll teach me bad behavior with it too.
I asked my husband to be my Daddy once. He was so disgusted. I never got to explain my Daddy to him. I rolled over and lay there in my shame until he fell asleep. Then I rubbed my aching pussy, dreaming of a Daddy who'd use my shame to fuck me. After that night, I never said it out loud again. But it was never far from my mind.
But back to right now. Right now, my Daddy is pulling me tighter against his body. His hand snakes up against the swell of my breast. He finds my nipple through my T shirt and I moan as he teases it lightly.
"Can Daddy touch you here?" He asks as he twists my nipple. "Is it ok?" I make a guttural sound that he takes as agreement. I feel his fingers snake under my T and brush the fullness of my breast. I can't help it. I know it's slutty, but my ass grinds against his cock and I can tell he's hard. His hands cup my breast and he encourages me.
"Is that a yes? Daddy can tell, you know." He releases my captive nipple and his hand slides down my abdomen toward my panties.
"Do you know how I know? I can tell from your pussy." He cups my pussy through my panties.
"Oh, I think you do like it when Daddy touches you. Don't you?"
I barely manage, "yes."
"Daddy wants his girl to come. Will you come for Daddy?"
"Yes," I gasp. I'm practically coming already.
"But you have to come my way. Can you do that? Can you do that for your Daddy?"
I'm gasping and panting and he takes that for yes. He suddenly pulls his hand from my pussy. I feel abandoned. He pushes my upper body away from him. I'm desperate for him to be touching me. He snakes his right arm underneath me, and uses it to push me back against his chest. He cradles me there, my back to his chest and he whispers in my ear.
"Daddy's going to make you come. You're such a good girl. Daddy wants to make his good girl feel special."
While he talks to me, he's settling me against the front of his body. I can feel his rigid cock nestled in the cleft of my ass through my panties. His right hand his squeezing and pinching my nipples as his left creeps back toward my pussy. I expect him to slide his fingers under the band, but he doesn't. Instead, he settles his hand over my mound and gently probes my slit until he has his finger against my clit, using the cotton fabric to tease my sensitive nub. He grinds against my ass while tweaking my nipples and endlessly smoothing my cotton panties against my bud.
I'm drenched. I fuck myself against his hand as my pussy grows hotter and hotter. I can feel
Daddy's cock pulsing against my bottom and I shimmy against it, aching to feel it inside me, stretching me wide. The thought of my Daddy's cock in me is more than I can take. I pump against his finger frantically now and quickly explode. My whole body tightens and my empty cunt clenches against the cock I wish were filling me.