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“Absolutely. We’ll handle it tomorrow.”
10
Camilla
Waking up first, I look over at my Daddy, having fallen asleep in the same position that we had hugged each other only the night before. The blazing sunlight has begun to batter the room as it reaches higher and higher in the sky, rousing me from my sleep as the beam from the window is unobstructed. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, gently breaking free from the ever so warm hands that hug around my body into the cool air of the hotel room.
I know I have to work quickly if I want to get anywhere for what I want to do.
I gingerly get out of the bed, making careful, light steps across the tile floor, the only noise created from the gentle moisture of my feet sticking gently to the cold tile. The whir of the air conditioning muffling whatever extra sound I’m making. As I reach the door, I look back at him, excited about the breakfast that I’m going to whip up.
He’s quick to wake up, just as I started putting the plates on the table, barely enough time for the food to cool down. He looks pleased as he sits at the table, happy and appreciative of my effort, even without saying a word.
“Good morning,” Daddy says, wolfing down his breakfast with gusto. Perhaps he’s far hungrier than I am. I’m still somewhat full from last night’s meal, still partially forcing myself to finish off the smaller breakfast I’ve prepared for myself.
“Ready to get going?” he asks later, sitting back in his chair once he’s finished, gently dabbing his mouth with a cloth napkin. “We do have one thing to do before we leave and then we can get going for the day.”
Before I can ask what he has in mind, he stands up from the table, a mischievous, naughty smile playing on his lips. Something warm and tingly pools in my belly. We’ve both clearly recovered. I’m less sore, and my insides are already clenching with lust. I don’t know how he does it—have me dripping with desire in mere seconds.
His hands are gentle on my body as he grips at my pajamas, the buttons of the top coming off very carefully, methodically, revealing my breasts to the biting cold air, only awaiting for his touch as my nipples harden. He tosses the fabric to the ground and digs his hands underneath my waistband, all the way through my underwear as he slowly drags it down my legs, one of his fingers gently tracing its way up my thighs. Gently, I widen my stance, giving him better access as he pushes his finger in ever so slightly, the both of us a bit surprised at how moist and ready I already am. He wraps his arms around my waist, moving me to sit on the countertop. I hiss at the sudden cold sensation on my bare skin.
“How are you feeling today? Better?” He’s eyeing me closely, spreading my legs, and pulling me forward slightly. The smallest amount of soreness still grips my interior. Nothing I could not endure to enjoy what my Daddy’s going to give me.
I nod. I want him. I want him so bad.
That’s all the permission he needs.
He lowers his head between my thighs, quickly making work as his tongue darts inside me. It’s a different sensation from when he buried his dick—not quite as deep, but far more… interactive with my inner walls.
Grabbing the edge of the countertop, I arch my back, offering him more of myself. My legs wrap around the back of his head, my thighs and inner knees resting around his shoulders as he makes quick work of me, forcing his tongue as deep as it could possibly go, the sensation of his gently dotted taste buds against my interior more than enough to leave me begging for more.
I can barely think once again as he slowly stands up, leaning me backwards on the counter, my bare back in freezing cold contact with the marble, the overwhelming mix of sensations causing me to blast some of my clear fluid across the upper portion of his face. He pauses for just a second, a sharp gasp and inhale leaving my mouth with the sudden difference in pressure within my folds, taking a moment to figure out what just happened. He backs off entirely as I’m left spread on the table, taking a paper towel and rubbing it across his face.
“Did I just,” I trail off, barely comprehending what just happened. I think I just squirted directly into his face. My face and ears are on fire.
“You did,” he confirms, taking a second to wipe off the inside of my thighs and ever so gently around the entrance of my pussy before closing my legs up once more, picking me up off of the counter as he adjusts my position. I let my Daddy use me as he wishes, having my feet firmly planted on the ground, facing the counter, my hands at the very edge of the countertop. He takes a moment to spread my legs out slightly, making sure that I won’t slide further out from the tile beneath and then…
Smack.
A slap of his hand, right on my behind. It doesn’t even feel sexual, borderline enough to hurt, but I’m plenty aware of what’s going on. I have a bit of trouble differentiating exactly what’s going on. Is this something that he’s doing as a punishment or is it a promise of more things to come? Whatever it is, either of the two makes me wetter, almost dripping to the floor. It’s like everything he does is enough to turn me on.
“What a naughty little girl,” he teases as I feel his chin on my shoulder, the gentle scruff giving me slight tingles. “Only naughty little girls squirt in their daddies’ faces without asking first.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say breathlessly, waving my butt gently back and forth, leaning forward a bit more over the counter. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” I wait just a second before I feel another sharp, stinging pain on the other asscheek.
“Listen closely, little one,” he whispers hoarsely, his hands on my shoulders, his voice almost tickling my ear. “I’m going to claim you in every single way. There will be no room for anyone else. You’re mine. Mine to fuck. The only one you belong to is me, you got that? And when I say every single way, I mean it. So this time, I’m fucking and filling your other tight hole.”
“Of course, Daddy. Just be gentle, please,” I beg him as he pulls back, one of his hands drawing away as he moves it to his member, grazing the tip of his dick against my legs, slowly drawing up until it touches the very ridge of my asshole. The nerve endings seemingly all activate at once, and I know immediately that I want him in my ass, too. I wiggle my ass, gently forcing his tip against the hole.
He teases my ass first with one finger, then another. After a few more minutes of preparing me to take his massive cock, I mentally prepare myself as he starts stretching me, biting my lip from the pain.
It’s a far different sensation than what I’ve felt before. My asshole stretched to fit his member, easily providing me with a way more substantial feeling of pleasure at his slow but sure entry as he progressed deeper and deeper into me. He spits on his shaft a couple more times, using that as a lube before reaching his full length, the edges of his legs smushing gently against my ass cheeks, to which he grants another slap as he begins to pull out. The sensation of his removal is nearly orgasmic as I feel a far different sense of pleasure with his slow movement back, not at all able to contain the moans I’m giving out with every last moment that his member is parting my asscheeks.
And slowly, just as his tip popped out, the sudden, gentle rush of cold air is enough for me to pucker, the feeling still lasting as I’m just as stretched from the backside, even more so than the night before with his member, as his hands are removed from my shoulders.
“That should be enough for now,” he tells me, rolling his shoulders back to stretch his arms, his member still at full mast. “I’ve claimed you for myself, and eventually your ass can get fucked just like how I fucked your pussy yesterday morning. Fair?”
“Fair, Daddy, just the way I like it.” I giggle, taking a second to adjust my footing, making peace with the fact that I might end up walking funny for the next few days. I follow him as we clean up, getting ready to go see my father for what might be one of the best days of his life.
