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“May I have another chance?”
“You may have as many chances as you like, sweet girl,” he answered, his voice soft and sweetly seductive.
He finished up what he was doing before sliding a big pan into the oven. Impatient, I chewed my lip as he took a seat in the same chair from this morning. Somehow, coming back here to try again made me feel shy and maybe a little bit more embarrassed than any of the other times before. I fidgeted nervously, and when he was finally settled, I took a deep breath and hit play.
I started to dance, not like an experienced stripper that knew how to get every man in the room to eat out of the palm of her hand, but like the virgin I had been only yesterday that was hesitantly trying to seduce the same man that had been the first one to ever undress her. I let my fingers roam over my body like I was discovering every inch of my bare body for the first time. I took each piece of clothing off in a slow, graceful succession, starting with my heels first and ending with my bra and panties.
I hazarded a glance up at him, needing to know if he was looking, yet also feeling ashamed and aroused and needy all at the same time. The dark seductive power within his eyes was plain as day. I felt myself blush and I dropped my gaze as I gracefully slid my bra strap over the cusp of my shoulder. I tried to lengthen the amount of time that I remained covered, but eventually it came time for my bra to come off. I blushed bright red as I let it fall to the floor. My nipples were a dusky pink, and they were so erect that they ached.
It was time for my panties to come down too.
For some reason, this moment felt more embarrassing and shameful than any of the times before this. I sucked in a nervous breath as I slipped my fingers beneath the lacy hem of my panties. I lowered them inch by shameful inch, until I completely bared my pussy at long last. Time seemed to slow as I bent over and slid them past my knees, stepping out of them before I dropped them along with the rest of my clothing on the floor. Now that I was fully naked, my face burned even hotter with shame. Using my hands, I tried to awkwardly cover my breasts and my pussy. I worried my lip with my teeth and stared at the floor, feeling more and more shy with every passing second.
I stood there in silence until he stood up at long last. He closed the distance between us, and I trembled. With one finger, he lifted my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. We both knew what had happened.
I surrendered completely and the two of us acknowledged that in silence. My face burned so hot that I thought it might catch flame, while a droplet of arousal rolled down my thighs. My thighs trembled and my whole body throbbed with aching desire. I cupped at my breasts, trying to do my best to hide them and he gently pulled my hands away.
It was as if he was seeing me naked for the first time all over again.
With doting care, he firmly took my arm and led me over to the kitchen table. Quizzically, I peered up at him. Then he used the flat of his palm to bend me over the table. With one foot, he prodded my feet wide enough to put everything in between on obscene display and I couldn’t help but feel like my whole world had turned upside down. I started when his warm fingers brushed against the wet folds of my pussy. With a sharp intake of breath, I stilled as he started to slide his fingertips up and down my soaked flesh and I only blushed harder. In the overwhelming silence, my ears picked up the sound of his zipper lowering behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip when the blazing hot head of his cock pressed against my molten center.
His gentleness ended there.
With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me. His hands grabbed my hips, and he yanked me backwards. Then, he slipped one hand between my thighs and started to tease my clit. My entire world tilted in a sensual red haze. He slammed into me again and I screamed, too overwhelmed with the powerful current of pleasure and burning pain that tore through me when he stretched me open like this. Like a sudden riptide, every nerve in me fired at the exact same moment. Pain and pleasure spiraled into a singular magnificent sensation. I’d been thinking about this moment all day and now that it was finally here, it consumed every fiber of my being.
I came with a broken scream on the third thrust. My fingers curled against the table in a useless attempt to hold onto something as I tumbled into the overwhelming passionate abyss. Every thread that was holding me together began to unravel and I knew there would be no piecing it back together after this was over.
“That’s my good girl. Do you know how pretty you look when I’m filling you with my cock?” he growled.
“Daddy,” I breathed, my initial orgasm just beginning to ebb.
“I’m far from through with you, baby girl,” he exclaimed gruffly, and my pussy tightened down hard.
The deviously seductive chuckle that followed told me he’d felt every shameful clench and I teetered on the edge once again. I was going to come again. We both knew it. I didn’t even question it because I knew that a single orgasm would never be enough for him. That second climax was inevitable, almost like a rolling storm due to hit at any coming moment. My thighs tensed and I tried to hold it off, but there was no use fighting it. I was going to come as many times as he wanted, and my only role was to surrender to each one.
Despite the roughness of my fucking, he made sure to hold my hips far enough away from the table so that I didn’t bang against it. His sweetness still shone through, and that was enough to push me over the brink once again into a devastating climax that left my hips rocking and my legs trembling. His fingers continued to worry my clit, and I whimpered out loud. With a third orgasm looming, I knew I was going to topple into the realm of delicious agony. With the pleasure would come more pain, but I wanted all of it and more. His grip on my hips tightened and just when I thought he couldn’t slam into me any harder, he did.
I shattered into a million pieces as he roared behind me. Several blazing hot spurts of his seed spattered against my cervix, sending my orgasm into overdrive. My pussy spasmed and clamped down around him, yet he still slammed in and out of me like it took no effort at all. I wailed, overcome with the raw devastation. Like a riptide, it pulled me under the surface and there was nothing for me to do but surrender to its total control.
By the time that final climax began to calm, he was fucking me slowly enough that it was as though he was making love to me now. The wet sounds of his thrusts were much louder now and shameful enough that I covered my face with my hands. My breathing was shallow as intense tingles of satisfied pleasure raced up and down my limbs in the wicked aftermath of such a powerfully passionate experience. With his cock still inside me, he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck.
“Every outfit Daddy buys for you, you’ll strip out of for me at least once,” he growled, and my pussy clenched hard.
I was still trembling as he finally pulled out of me, sighing softly as his seed dripped down my inner thighs. For a while afterward, our breathing remained frenzied and ragged. I turned my head and watched as he tucked himself away. Then he gently lifted me off the table and deposited me firmly in his lap. He held me for a while as my breathing calmed and my heartbeat returned to normal.
“I’m all dirty now,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming with heat, and he chuckled with victoriously seductive amusement.
“You may dress for dinner if you like, but I have a feeling you won’t because you very much enjoy being Daddy’svery goodlittle slut, don’t you?”
A soft cry escaped my lips, and I wasn’t certain if it was from shock or the way my pussy had clenched wildly in response. For the briefest of seconds, I eyed my clothing longingly, foolishly trying to pretend that I wanted to wear them. Eventually, I had to admit it to myself.
I did want to be Daddy’s little slut.
You don’t just want that, do you? You’re not his bad little slut, but his very good little slut and that makes your pussy wetter than it has ever been.
I blushed at the direction of my own inner thoughts.
I didn’t dress for dinner. In fact, I didn’t wear any clothing for the rest of the night. As a reward, Daddy fucked me to sleep in his bed that night.
