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It’s been almost a day since Daddy called last… and taught me how to make my pussy feel good over the phone. I can feel myself getting wet again when I remember his hoarse and demanding voice through the speaker, telling me what to do, and how to do it…
But I’m also a little worried. This is the first time he tells me he will call back, and he hasn’t. I hope he is all right. I give Dasha her dinner and stay with her while she is reading one of her lessons. I’m not much of a help, unfortunately, because she is schooled back in Switzerland, in a German-speaking institution. A language that I know almost nothing of. I always feel a little bit intimidated when she and her father talk and joke around in their language. On top of it all, they aren’t even Swiss, nor German. They are Danish!
Daddy clearly works for someone important or does something very important for a job. He comes to New York every two or three months, always with his daughter Dasha, and his righthand Holland. He stays in the most expensive and luxurious penthouse I have ever seen. And he and his daughter, as well as Holland, all speak many languages, fluently. They clearly all come from a very different environment from mine. But I must admit that I found all these details about him very attractive from the first day I started working for him. Daddy is tall and charismatic; he has dirty blond hair and rare dark green eyes. His body is toned enough but could look more muscular, if only he had time to work out more consistently. His work is taking too much of his time…
I sigh deeply, wrapped in my towel after my hot shower. I look at my phone and as I already expected, no notification! Daddy, where are you?
I put on one of his tees and lay in his bed. I know I’m a little bit over the line by doing so, but I really miss him. Daddy never told me whether we must hide from Dasha or anything. He explained to her once that he liked me very much.
Something that made me very happy. But I also know that he wants us to be more discreet around her, she is only nine after all. I understand where he is coming from.
I miss him so much tonight. So, I take my courage and type a text: ‘Daddy, I hope you are ok? When are you coming back?’ I hit send and let out a deep sigh. Even when he comes back, he will most likely leave with Dasha and Holland the very next day. And I will have to go back to my small apartment, in my small life in Queens, waiting agonizingly for them to come back again.
I fell asleep under my Daddy’s comforter.
*
What a fucking day! I mumble to myself, my eyes staring at the increasing floor numbers on the small screen. Too many things have happened during the past twenty-four hours, which stopped me from calling home at all. Not that I did not have the time, I just did not want neither my daughter, nor Priya, to be the receivers of my anger. Once the familiar ping rings, and the doors open to my mud room, I kick my shoes off and storm straight to my bar, downing three shots of bourbon in one go. The whole penthouse is silent. Of course it is! It’s almost three in the morning.
My fourth glass of bourbon in hand, I walk towards my daughter’s room, her door ajar, and I see her sleeping, her ugly and worn off Charmander in her arms. I want to go in and give her a kiss, but I’m afraid to wake her up.
Then, I look at Priya’s bedroom door next to it, it’s closed. She must be a little upset with me. She sent me a message earlier, which I did not even respond to. I deeply regret not doing so. I must make it up for her somehow… I stand there, thinking about what to do. Should I go in and wake her, or should I wait tomorrow morning?
I should just let her be for tonight!
I go straight to my room; I also need some sleep.
I open my bedroom door, and I was surprised by the most unexpected, yet adorable, sight. My Babysitter, wearing my old F.C Copenhagen tee-shirt, laying on her back, her thick long, black-jaded hair spread around her face. I suppose she must really like wearing my clothes now. A thought that made me smile.
She snores quietly, and her right arm is resting above her head. Her legs are wide open, offering me a view on her smooth, glistening and freshly waxed pussy.
My cock goes from flaccid to hard like a rock in a few seconds. I need to fuck her. I need to fuck her hard.
I down my drink before leaving the glass on a table nearby. Walking towards Priya, I hurriedly unbutton my shirt and take it off. Once standing over her at the end of the bed, I proceed to unzip my pants suit and slide it down my legs, along with my boxers. Completely naked, and with my cock standing hard, I climb on the bed, immediately placing myself between Priya’s welcoming legs. She moves bağcılar escort slightly from the subtle creaking of the bed, but does not wake up. Her lips open apart, and whatever restraint I’m feeling so far, is dead and gone from how much those luscious lips turn me on.
I spit into the palm of my left hand and wet the bulbous head of my cock with it. I’m so fucking hard, I swear that barely five strokes will be enough to make me fill her cunt with my sperm. My cock in my left hand, I push her legs open even wider with my right. I align myself with her fuckhole, and I can already feel on my tip how drenched she is. She is always so fucking wet. And I’m a fucking lucky bastard.
I push myself inside her in one, long, hard and DEEP stroke. “FUUUUCK!” I moan loudly against her face.
Priya’s body stiffens for a few seconds, before her hips moves in circle, like in autopilot. Like her body knew what to do when it feels my cock inside, even in her sleep. I keep myself buried so deep in her cunt, relishing the feeling of her wet walls contracting around me.
And fuck me! She is still sleeping!
As much as staying buried so deep in her feels like heaven, I also want to break her in half because of how excited I feel. So, I start moving, in long and slow strokes first… I look at my cock while doing so, and I can see her white wetness covering its base, more and more, every time I slide myself out of her. She moans now, so I look at her face. She bites her bottom lip and her eyelids are twitching.
She is waking up…
*
I feel something heavy on top of me, and a hot breath smelling like a mix of mint and alcohol on my face. Then, a sudden panic gets into me, who is on top of me? I open my eyes wide in surprise, ready to scream for help, but a large hand muffles my lips immediately. Trying to adjust my eyes with the darkness around me, I blink many times and shake my head, desperate to understand what is happening to me.
Then I heard his voice: “It’s me Baby Girl! Don’t be scared. It’s just me. Daddy wanted you so bad, he couldn’t wait.”
I widen my eyes even more with a mix of fear and surprise. Once I could finally make up his face, I let out a moan under his hand. It’s Daddy! He could tell that I’m finally fully awake and recognize him. “Yes! It’s me Baby. Don’t scream, ok?”
I nod my head quickly and he takes off his hand from my mouth. I’m about to say something, but he lifts my right leg up and starts to fuck me in an angle.
“Fuck Baby! Your pussy feels so good for Daddy. Fuck yes!”
He looks me in the eyes while fucking me hard, fast and deep… so deep. I don’t think I have ever felt Daddy this deep…
I couldn’t mutter even one word. I just moan, whimper and pant. I suddenly feel the need to hold onto something, desperately. So, I slide my fingers in his hair, earning the sexiest grunt I have ever heard from him. Daddy fucks me faster and faster… groaning in my face and calling me his Baby Girl.
We both can hear my wetness between us, and it feels so good. I hold onto his hair harder and moan: “Daddy! I love feeling you so deep like that. Kiss me, please”
Daddy flashes me his sexy smile and then kisses me, passionately. Our tongues are dancing with each other, which soon match his thrusts in my fuckhole. This goes for a while, in a sexy rhythm. Until, without warning, Daddy stops and slides his cock out of my wet pussy, earning a little complaint from me.
But then, he lifts my two legs from under my knees and folds me in half. Holding my ankles up together with his right hand. Once again, Daddy aims his big cock, wet with my juice, towards my fuckhole. Then, he fucks me like that slowly, in very long strokes. So long that I can feel every single inch from the tip to the base. He inserts his middle fingers inside me, along with his cock, making me feel so full.
“Daddy, you are making me so wet”
“Good! Because I need it for what I want to do to you next.”
I question him with my eyes, but he just gives me a loving smile. Then I feel the same finger sliding out of my little cunt and then tracing little circles on the rim of my little asshole. I jump in surprise, but he tightens his hold on my ankles, a subtle move but enough for me to understand. Daddy wants me to do as I’m told.
“Breathe in, Baby! Go ahead!” And I do so.
“Now breathe out, deep and slow” As I follow his instructions, I can feel his finger gliding deeper inside my little asshole.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes! A little bit” I pant. I’m not stupid, I know what anal sex is. But I have never done it before, and Daddy, for the whole two years that we have been having sex, never initiated, bahçelievler escort nor asked about it.
“Daddy is getting you ready for his cock, you understand that right?”
I nod obediently, but my eyes are wet with tears. I have to tell him. “Daddy! I’m scared.” I say with a small voice.
“I know Baby! It’s ok to be scared. But it will also feel good, I promise.”
Daddy then speeds up his pace, fucking me vigorously. I moan and he groans, my round ass meeting his strong thrusts.
“Fuck! Daddy is going to fill your cunt now Baby. I’m going to fill you with so much cum. Fuuuuck!”
His finger still deeply planted in my asshole, I can feel his cock jerking violently inside me, endlessly. Like desperate to fill me with as much sperm as it could.
Meanwhile, I’m grinding my clit with the base of his coming cock, and I explode too, shaking below him, my orgasm sudden and intense.
Once we were both satisfied, Daddy let go of my ankles and lies on top of me, kissing me tenderly.
“Are you sleepy?”
I respond with a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, even though he is also laughing.
“I was! But I was woken up.”
He laughs more heartily. God is he handsome!
“Fair enough! Let’s take a bath. I’m not done yet with you.”
*
I take Priya’s hand and hold it while walking to the bathroom. Once inside, I turn to her. “Do you need to use the toilet?”
Despite her beautiful caramel skin, I could tell that she was blushing. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Baby Girl! Our second round will be a long one. I want to make sure that you will be comfortable.” I tell her, while stroking her cheek tenderly, looking her deep in her brown eyes.
“Yes, I do.” She finally says timidly.
I point at the door to the washrooms, and she heads there. In the meantime, I run us a bath in my big tub, throwing in Priya’s favourite scents, bubble-gum and coconut. I guess I will just rinse myself later!
The steam starts to cover the room when I hear flushing next door, I hear her washing her hands. Once back, she acts a little shy, unsure of what to do.
“You like that tee-shirt?”
She nods with a beautiful smile. “Yes! I like all your clothes…” then she drops her eyes: “I didn’t wear it in front of Dasha though, I promise.”
Fuck!
I just realize that I need to reassure her. I actually have a lot to tell her… But first, I need to make her mine. I need to make everything about her MINE!
Opening the top drawer under the sink, I reach for a small bottle.
“What is that?” she asks curiously.
“Lube” I answer to her, my eyes turning icy. “It’s lube so your little asshole can fit Daddy’s cock.”
She forms a little ‘oh’ with her lips, and I can tell she is definitely scared. Without a word, I reach for the hem of my tee-shirt on her and slide it off her head. She lets me strip her like the good girl she is. I guide her while she steps into the bath, one leg after another. I devour every inch of her forms, admiring how damn beautiful she is.
“Here” I say, handing her a claw clip. A small gesture that seems to make her very happy, because she takes it so excitedly and proceeds to tie her thick hair up.
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Anything for my Baby Girl…” I answer while I get into the bath with her. Sitting in a corner, I pull her towards me with her back facing me. She lays her head on my shoulder, letting out a wonderful sigh.
We stay like this for a while until I feel my balls tickling again, my cock is regaining its bravado.
I slide my hand between her thighs, and I smile when she opens them wide for me right away. I only finger her for a short moment before going lower. I thrust two fingers in her, feeling her sphincter relaxing around them. The back of her head still on my shoulder, she tries to relax from my anal invasion.
I bring my lips to her ear: “Breathe in… then breathe out. Don’t tense up!” I whisper.
She lets out a deep whimper, but she does breathe out, letting my fingers in further inside her. She is so tight. This is going to hurt her, there is no way around it.
I reach for the little bottle that I left on the edge of the tub and bring it inside the water. I whisper in her ears again: “Daddy will get your inside wetter ok? Just keep breathing. Can you do that for me?”
She nods eagerly. My good fucking girl!
I bring the opening of little bottle to her entrance, insert it just a little bit, and then squeeze it inside her. She can feel the cold liquid flowing inside her, making her moan again. Once the bottle is empty, I unplug the bath, letting the water drain. I made sure earlier to increase the room temperature, şirinevler escort so we would not feel cold. I insert three fingers in her ass, while massaging and pinching her breasts, one after the other. My cock is painfully hard, ready to fuck her even deeper that earlier.
“Baby Girl! Daddy is going to fuck your ass now.”
“uh mhmm…” she responds in a whimper. “I’m still scared”
“Why are you scared?”
“I’m scared it won’t fit… I’m scared it will hurt too much…”
I cannot lie to her, but I use the most reassuring voice I can: “It will hurt Baby, just in the beginning. Daddy will make sure you get used to it.” I turn her head, kissing her deeply, before looking her in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes! I trust you Daddy…”
“Good girl!” I take a hold of my hard cock with one hand, while pushing her forward a little bit with the other. “Hold on to the other side for me!” I command. Priya falls forward on her knees, holds the rail of the large tub, and opens her legs for me.
Guiding my cock towards her little ass, I instruct her again: “Breathe in Baby…. Yes… that’s it. That’s my good girl… Now breathe out…” and with that, the head of my swollen cock enters her. My baby screams a little bit before biting her bottom lip.
Wanting to shorten the inevitable first sharp pain as fast as I can, I keep pushing in my cock, every time she let out a deep breath. After what seems like long and endless minutes, I’m finally sitting fully inside her. Priya is in pain, but she is not the only one. Her ass is so tight, so incredibly tight, it feels like it could cut my cock off.
“You, ok?” I ask her, gathering her hair on one side, and leaning down to nip on her neck and shoulder.
“Yes. I feel so full… Your cock is so deep Daddy”
Fuck!
“You must not say that because Daddy will fuck you too hard too quickly” I look into her eyes: “I want to break you, not hurt you!”
Whatever it is I just said, made her anal walls contract harder around my cock; and Priya rolls her hips on me. She is fucking cuming!
Turned on like a madman by this, I start to pound her… in and out… in and out… faster and faster… Pounding her all the while she is cuming wildly under me.
I know I should slow down… I know she is hurting… I know this could ruin the experience for her… But I seem to be unable to stop my thrusts. Long, purposeful movements straight in her ass.
Priya, although still screaming, is now meeting my cock with her little hole.
“Oh yes Daddy! Yes…”
“How does it feel Baby?”
“It hurts Daddy… but it hurts in a good way.”
“Fuck yesss! It hurts in a good way for me too…” I tell her just before speeding up.
Priya moans hysterically, relishing in my passionate and possessive sodomy.
I fuck her so fast now, my strokes getting shorter but stronger.
“Daddy will fill your little hole Baby Girl, are you ready?”
“Yes Daddy! Yes… please Daddy… mhmm oh yes. Fill my little hole. It’s all yours”
That does it for me. I explode violently, sinking inside her, grunting so loud I’m grateful the bathrooms are soundproof.
We stay like that, panting like two runners after a sprint. She turns her face to kiss me and I use the distraction to slide my flaccid cock out of her brutalized little hole.
I hold her asscheeks, pulling them apart, because I want to see my thick cum oozing from her. It is the hot sight to say the least.
“Let’s take a shower and go to bed my Baby!”
*
The next morning, I wake up abruptly, realizing that it’s definitely past Dasha’s breakfast time. Sitting quickly on the bed, I see Daddy looking at me in a chair next to the bed.
“Good morning!” He greets me with his beautiful, charming smile.
“Hey!” I respond, feeling a little shy.
Daddy’s eyes turn a little icy before asking me: “How is your body?”
I shake myself a little bit, evaluating my physical state. “A little sore and tired. But I think I’m ok”
Daddy relaxes a little bit. But his eyes are not changing, which worries me a little bit.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” He sighs and shakes his head. “Absolutely not, Baby! You were perfect.”
“Then, what is it?”
“We have to leave for Copenhagen… Tonight!” he announces.
My heart drops. I expected it, but it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much this time?
Trying to save face, I give him my nicest fake smile: “Ok… I understand!”
“No, you don’t!”
“What do you mean?” I feel an uncomfortable knot in my stomach. What is going on? Is he ending things with me? Is he leaving for good and will not be coming back ever?
“I need you to go home…” my heart stops at his words, and I gulp loudly, trying not to cry.
A few seconds pass before he continues: “I need you to go home with my driver. Pack everything you need, clothes, shoes and schoolbooks.”
What?
“Uh?”
Daddy smiles at me: “You heard me, pack your stuff Baby Girl! You are coming with us.”
WHAT??!
To be continued…
