by Candy Quinn
It’s time to tell him the truth.
“I’ve been thinking about you Daddy.” I told him. I fingered the lacy pink top, a filmy material with ruffles down the front. Even like this he can see enough skin to know my breasts are bare, that I don’t have anything on underneath.
“Does this outfit look familiar, Daddy? I bet it does. It should because I got it knowing you like it. I skipped school one day and when you were at work, I got your laptop out and checked your browser history. I found all those nasty porn sites you like, especially the ones with girls my age. It was delicious to see that the girls you liked best looked a lot like… me.
“And there was one you like to do interactive chats with that has an outfit like this one, so I know you like it. I took your credit card and found the same one online and ordered it. Your baby wants to be sexy for you.”
I let the top come open, let him see my breasts.
“It’s nice how it lets you see my little titties, isn’t it?”
I take them in my hands, kind of boosting them up and pointing them at the camera. “I know you like titties, Daddy. My girlfriends know too, because you don’t hide it well when you stare at them. They like it too, that’s why they wear tight, clingy tops when they come over.”
I press my breasts together, feeling the soft skin and the hard little nipples beneath my palms.
“I think you like my tits best, don’t you? Even if they aren’t as nice as Kathy’s, they are yours. She loves to let boys at school play with them. They call her a prick tease because she says it’s more fun watching them get worked up than anything. I don’t let them touch mine, Daddy.”
I thought about the best times recently, the times when I thought he might tell me he wanted me.
“I know you want to touch me, Daddy, and you can any time you want. I love it when you pretend it was an accident when you come in the bathroom when I’m taking a shower. That’s why I turn to face you and act all surprised. I want you to see my bare breasts. I like you to look at them. That’s why I never lock the door. I hope you’ll just walk over and grab them.”
Mr. Crane says that when you do a show you can’t digress. I think that means you can’t stop telling your story and fuck off. You have to build the tension. So I take each nipple between two fingers and tweak them. Then I stare into the camera and try to imagine I can see his eyes and give him a hungry look.
“As much as I like showing you my tits like this, Daddy, I’m doing this show because I really want you to do more than see them. I know this is when you come to this site and I hope you found my channel, because I want you to know that I need you to touch them, to suck them. My little nipples are all erect from thinking about you doing that.”
I tip one up and stick out my tongue, holding it up to the camera before bending my head down and licking my own nipple. It doesn’t do much for me except when I imagine that it’s his tongue. That takes a lot of imagination though. I see the girls do it in porn flicks, so it is worth trying.
I shrug the top off my shoulders and let it fall to the bed behind me and I wiggle my shoulders, like I’ve seen a stripper do in a video. It makes my breasts wobble and for some reason guys seem to like that.
“And after you’ve touched them and tasted them, I’ll bet you’d like to put your hard cock between them?”
Now I am getting to the serious part — talking about Daddy’s cock. I let my hands slide down my body to my waist and then to my thighs. I let my fingers slip under the elastic in the legs and move them toward my pussy. It looks great on the monitor.
“Mostly, Daddy, your little girl wants you to fuck her. Sometimes my virgin pussy aches to find out what it would feel like to have your hard dick inside it, reaming out my cunt and then shooting your cum up inside. I’ve seen it, your cock, you know — your lovely, big prick. A long time ago I figured out that if stand in the hallway to the master bedroom and when you shower I can see right into the bathroom, watch you dry your body. It’s so nice that you like to stand there naked while you shave. It gets my pussy wet, standing there, wanting to touch your cock and make it grow hard and stiff.”
All this imagining is really turning me on and I’m perspiring a little, so I flop back on the bed. I bend my knees and put my hands on my thighs to spread my legs apart. Then I run my hands slowly up toward my pussy.
“I got this outfit so I could be your fantasy girl, Daddy. I wanted to pretend I was her and that you were watching me. But I found an interesting thing — these panties don’t have a crotch.” I let my fingers open them and show him my bare pussy. “I hadn’t thought of crotchless panties before. Sometimes I like to walk around the house without any on at all. I put on a short skirt and walk near you with nothing on underneath. I even bend over when you are behind me and wonder if you will notice. Sometimes I think you do. I dream of you putting your hand up under my skirt.” I trembled. “When you find out my pussy is naked it turns you on.” I inserted a finger in my pussy, moving it slowly.
“These panties are even better though. We could go out together and I’d have panties on, as if I wasn’t a slut, but you could touch me, put a finger inside me any time you wanted.”
I pull out the finger and hold it up to the camera. Then I put it in my mouth, suck it, then move it back to slip between my pussy lips and it inside my cunny.
“No one has ever touched me there, Daddy. I’ve had lots and lots of nasty thoughts, and several of the boys wanted to put their hands in my pants. I didn’t let them. Theresa says it’s about the best thing in the world if the boy wants it to be, but I’ve been a good girl. Instead of letting them touch me, I come home and touch myself and think about you fucking me. I’ve been good, waiting for you even when I wanted to find out what it’s like to have a hard cock inside me so badly.”
I squirm with the delicious feeling my fingers are starting to generate.
“Right now I’m feeling so hot, thinking of your fingers in my tiny pussy, of your dick getting hard. I know what you’ll want to do to me with that hard dick. I know you’ll fuck me hard. I have these nasty thought about you and I should be fucked hard. I know I shouldn’t think about my Daddy this way, but I know you want me, and I had to show you how much I wanted you. I don’t like you staring at a monitor, looking at that other girl. Why should you? When I’m right here, down the hall in my room.”
I’m getting so close now as I rub my cunt faster. My other hand plays with my tit and my breathing is ragged. I’ve never gotten myself so worked up before. Imaging Daddy is watching, seeing that someone is watching and knowing it could be him, is what does it for me.
I don’t have to pretend about being hot for him.
The boys at school like to touch, like Mr. Crane, and some want to do a lot more, but I want my Daddy. Theresa claims to have gone all the way with a couple of guys on the football team, and she says they have little pricks and cum too fast to be fun. Daddy’s cock is really big, and picturing it, seeing it…
I writhe on my bed, almost ready to cum. I’m getting myself off in front of the camera and imagining that Daddy watching me and maybe jerking off, or coming to my room to do what I want.
I’m right on the edge now, knowing I’ll cum when the door to my room bursts open and Daddy is standing in my doorway, his face bright red.
“What the hell are you doing?” He is actually screaming at me. He never screams at me. Then, just when I’m going to come, he grabs my hand, pulling it away from my pussy and holds it in the air.
“You little slut!”
“Daddy, I love you.”
“And that’s why you are on a web cam, showing your pussy to anyone who pays to see it? That’s why you are playing with yourself in that disgusting manner?”
As soon as he says it, I feel relieved. He was watching. At least he was one of the people watching me, watching my show. He knows why I did it, and that makes me happy. But he seems angry and my cheeks burn.
“I…”
He looks at me sa
dly.
“What were you thinking of, baby?”
Before I can stop myself, I tell him the truth.
“You. I was thinking of you. I always think of you.”
He shook his head.
“This is for some boy. Maybe several. I bet you told the boys at school you would do this so they’d watch.” He points at the monitor. “They are watching, aren’t they, those filthy boys. They just want to fuck you.”
My heart pounded. He was getting it all wrong!
“No, Daddy. I did this for you.”
“I’ll bet you send naked photos of yourself to those boys. And now you’ll send them videos of you playing with yourself.”
“I don’t like those boys, Daddy. Not that way. That’s why I am on this site. I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to come to my room.”
He looked surprised.
“What?”
“I really did look at your computer, Daddy. I wanted to see the girls that turned you on. I wanted to see what they did. I wanted to show you I could be as sexy as any of them.”
“This is a stupid game,” he says. “You are just a silly little prick tease playing make believe.”
“No, Daddy.” My heart pounds. He can’t think that way. “I hoped that when you saw me, when you heard me, you’d come to my room. I want you to fuck me.”
“You don’t mean any of that shit.”
“I do!”
“You mean to tell me that all this time when you walked around looking like a slut, you were just trying to turn me on?”
“Yes.”
“And you spy on me? You watch me when I’m naked and it turns you on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I watch with horror as he undoes his wide leather belt and pulls it free of the loops of his pants.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I tuck my legs up and scoot my ass up toward the headboard, trying to make myself as small as possible. I’ve never seen him like this, and never angry with me. Holding his belt in one hand he grabs my ankle with his other and yanks me over to the edge of the bed. Then he grabs my pink panties by the waist band and pulls them down my hips, off my legs and tosses them aside. Then he rolls me over on my stomach with my legs hanging off the bed and my bare ass in the air.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
I move slowly to do what he says, feeling weak and nervous. I wanted him to fuck me, to take my virginity, but this is so intense I can’t help but wriggle in fear.
When I am position, he puts his hand on my bare ass. His strong hand sends a chill running through me.
“I’m sorry to have to do this,” he says and I put my face down on the mattress as he raised the belt in the air. I hold my breath, try to prepare, but the slap of the leather on my bare ass cheek stings, making me shriek. Before I can recover he hits me with it again, this time striking the back of my thigh.
My brain was spinning. His blows hurt me, but somehow, knowing Daddy is looking at my bare ass all this time, that with my ass in the air this way every time he hits me, he has a clear view of my virgin pussy, is getting me wet. The next blow is softer and I wonder if I’m getting used to the pain, but the next one is softer yet and I can tell his heart isn’t in punishing me. I look back at him and tremble again, but this time with excitement. I see something in his face that isn’t anger. It’s lust, pure and simple. If I hadn’t known that look from seeing the way boys looked at me, the huge bulge in his pants would be proof enough. Spanking me is turning him on. I glance at the monitor and see red stripes on my ass. It does look sexy in a kinky way. When I look back at him, he sees me looking and our eyes connect. His brown eyes burrow into mine, accusingly.
“You’re my baby but you’re acting like a slut.”
“I told you I was, but only for you Daddy.” My words come out as more of a whisper than I’d intended, but they seem to melt whatever remains of his anger. I can’t stand him being angry with me. He wasn’t supposed to get angry.
“So what the hell do you expect from me now?”
He’s trying to glare at me.
I know this is the right moment to tap into his desire for me before he decides it’s all wrong again, so I roll onto my side, letting my legs come open. I reach up and put my hand on his crotch, running it over the hard bulge of his big, thick cock, feeling it for the first time.
He stands there frozen, so I know I have to take the initiative. I wet my lips and take ahold of the waistband of his pants. He doesn’t protest, doesn’t even move as I unsnap them and then I swallow nervously, take the zipper in my fingers and start pulling it down. The sound of the zipper is amazingly loud and echoes menacingly through the room. I keep thinking he’ll stop me, but he doesn’t and when his fly is open, he lets out a gasp.
I can barely breathe. The air in the room is thick and Daddy stands still in front of me as I reach in his pants. When my fingers come in contact with his bare skin, I feel a moment of panic. His cock is bent over, but incredibly hard. I have to use both of my tiny hands to work it out of his pants, and it amazes me how it moves. It’s a wild creature, alive, warm, and moving in my hands.
In my hands. I have my Daddy’s hot, aroused prick in my hands!
Jutting out of his pants it looks even bigger than I’d imagined and I find myself wrapping my fingers around it, squeezing it, staring at it. Daddy looks down at me, staring at his stiff prick in my hand.
“You’ve really never touched a cock before.”
“No, Daddy.”
“Taste it. Sluts have to learn to like the taste of cock and cum.”
I tremble as I get on my knees on the bed and bring my face, my lips to his hot cock. I can smell his pungent masculine odor as I kiss it. Yes, I kiss his cock — I put my lips squarely on the end of it, right on the slit at the tip and gave it a soft, wet kiss, then sticking my tongue between my lips to taste him.
I’m taking my first taste of a cock and it is Daddy’s! My head is spinning with delight.
“You hot bitch,” he moans and I want to cry with happiness to see I am pleasing him. I haven’t wasted my time looking at his favorite porn sites and I know what he wants now. I hold his cock in one hand, stroking it, feeling it swell even more and I licked the glans, that big bulbous head of his dick, run my tongue all around it, loving the way he rests a hand on my head and lets out a gasp of pleasure. I know he wants more.
I open my mouth. I’m kind of petite, which I know he likes, but that makes it hard to get much of his prick in my mouth, so I alternate licking it, running my tongue along the underside and then taking as much as I can in my mouth. That seems to make him happy, and I keep jerking him while I use my mouth on him.
After a bit I hear his breathing change and feel his cock start to quiver. I reach between his legs with my free hand and touch his balls. They are huge! I caress the heavy sac, feeling how they move inside it. I am careful, so gentle. I’ve read how delicate they are, even those of big, strong men. The boys at school talk about getting hurt by someone kicking their balls and I don’t want to hurt my Daddy.
So I hold his balls and suck his sweet cock, and then he groans. Suddenly my mouth is flooded, with his salty cum. I know what it was, but never expected there would be so damn much of it! He is shooting it down my throat, choking me, and I’m trying like hell to swallow it the way I promised, but there is too much for that. It runs out of my mouth and down my chin. Some even dribbles onto my tits.
When he stops cumming, I let go of his cock and watch with amazement as it shrivels and shrinks, then hangs limply satisfied. It’s like I brought a monster to life and then sent it back to where it came from.
I look up at Daddy, smiling, feeling the cum on my chin drying, getting tacky. He reaches down to rub the cum on my breast into the skin. I watch it disappear, then he takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head back.
“Get flat on your back.”
I swear I can feel my eyes grow wide. But I move quickly, st
retching out on the bed as he asked. I’d said I’d do whatever he wanted. Now I have to do it.
“Spread your legs apart.”
When I do, he leans over, strokes my thighs and smiles.
“It’s all true, what you said?”
I nod.
“Then you really are a virgin?”
I give him a shy look as if it was a guilty secret.
“Yes.” I’m holding my shoulders back so that my titties stick out. “No one has ever touched my pussy, Daddy.”
He sighs and stares at me while he undresses, tossing his clothes on the floor. Then I tremble as moves over me. His hands are on my breasts, and then he puts his mouth to one of them. I sigh as he opens his mouth and sucks the little nipple.
“Oh, Daddy!”
I can feel the heat of his touch. Then I catch my breath as he trails kisses down over my belly. He is naked over me, licking my belly and then I cry out when his hot tongue touches my pussy. No one else has touched me there before, even with a finger and his tongue is insane, electric, magical.
His hands push my thighs apart and his tongue sends fire racing between my pussy lips. If that wasn’t hot enough, when I look down between my legs, I see Daddy, happily eating his baby’s cunt. Then he touches me with those fingers as his mouth finds my clitoris.
“Oh God!” I scream. My body doesn’t know which way is up. I’m cumming so hard I can’t breathe, and I push my hips up so his tongue can fill me.
Suddenly it’s ending and I am collapsing on the bed. Daddy lifts his face. His smile is shiny, wet with my pussy juice, and when he raises up over me, I see he is hard again. He tucks his hands under my thighs. I feel tiny in his hands as he moves up over me and his big hard dick brushes over my naked flesh. I stare at his face and I see his hunger — for me.
My hand shakes as I reach down to hold his stiff rod, guide it between my nether lips. I’m wet and I tremble as he grunts and pushes it into me. His hands are on either side of me as he brings his cock to my pussy. Then he stops and I know he’s felt my hymen. I grab his face in my hands. I kiss his mouth, tasting my own pussy.
