by Daisy March
I climbed out, dripping on the floor as I looked for a towel.
“Going somewhere?” he asked, appearing in the doorway.
“I should get dressed,” I said, snatching the towel he was holding and wrapping it around my body.
“You need to get clean first,” he replied, taking hold of the towel and tugging it back from me. “Into the tub.”
“But-“
“Now.” His voice was cold and I was afraid of what he might do to me. I stepped back into the tub and stood there, an arm across my chest, the other shielding my pussy from view.
“Sit on the edge with your legs apart,” he said, brandishing a razor. “It’s time to shave you.”
I took one look in those eyes and doubt vanished. There was no anger there. Just warmth.
He was going to shave me. Of course, he was, that was what good daddies did for their little sweeties.
I sat on the edge of the tub, pushing my knees apart, my legs dangling in the water.
He had some kind of cream in a bottle which he squeezed onto his palm, rubbing it into the hair above my pussy, spreading it down into my folds.
I stared down at him, my breath catching in my throat. At once my clit was alive again, wanting his touch, hungry for another orgasm.
Once he was satisfied with the lather, he dipped the razor into the water, scraping it across my skin. I leaned back until I was touching the wall behind me, spreading my legs wider to make it easier for him.
He took his time, moving my lips from side to side so as not to miss any hair. The entire time my pussy dripped with moisture, aching to be filled by him.
“That’s better,” he said, wiping the lather from me with a cloth. “Now you look perfect.”
“I’m very much not perfect,” I said, pinching my stomach. “Too much crap food.”
He pointed a finger at me. “You will never put yourself down again, is that clear?”
I was about to complain when I shut my mouth, nodding. There was something about him that was impossible to fight with. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’d slipped into calling him that as if it was entirely natural. Something had to be wrong with me that it felt so right.
He stood me up, helping me climb out of the tub. “Face the window and bend over,” he said. “I need to make sure I didn’t miss anywhere.”
I leaned down and he spread my cheeks apart. I could feel his eyes staring at the most private part of me but I didn’t mind.
“All good,” he said just as I thought he was about to touch me down there. “Now come through to the lounge. We have something important we need to discuss.”
Chapter Ten
David
I was caught between two emotions. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and tell her she was safe now, that she was mine, that I’d never let anyone hurt her ever again, that I would protect her for the rest of her life.
I knew that if I did that I would only frighten her. She was on edge and I needed to make sure she knew I wouldn’t hurt her.
The last thing I wanted was for her to be scared back into the clutches of the two men who’d brought her here last night.
I sat in the armchair and she sat bolt upright on the sofa, looking like she might run for the door at any moment.
Even as I was thinking how to word things I kept glancing at her thighs. That perfect pussy was right there and I knew exactly how it tasted.
I wanted more. My tongue needed to slide over her clit, bring her to orgasm again. My cock throbbed at the thought of it.
I sat back in the armchair. “I made a promise to your father,” I began. “Long ago, just after you were born.”
Her back stiffened as she looked at me, her thumb coming up to slip into her mouth. She looked so innocent at that moment,
I knew I shouldn’t have done what I’d done that morning. There was no way she’d be interested in someone as old as me. She’d humored me, that was all. A one night stand. She’d move on quickly enough. If only I could.
“We worked for the government,” I continued. “Military missions but all off the record.”
“Is that how he died?” she asked quietly.
We were on a mission when he died, yes.”
“How did he die?”
The story fell out of me quickly. “We were riding in a humvee with the rest of our squad when a bomb went off. Someone had hooked it on but it was ceramic, the metal detector didn’t pick it up on the way out.
“He lost a leg in the explosion and I tried my best to stop the bleeding but I couldn’t manage it. It was my fault he died, Susie. I’m truly sorry.”
She said nothing for a long time. I looked up at her, finding my vision had blurred slightly. I blinked away a tear as she reached over and put her hands on top of mine.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she said, a smile forming on her lips. “Mom told me you’d killed him but I believed her but now I know different.”
“You don’t. I killed him, Susie. It was my fault he died.”
“I don’t believe you. I saw what you did for a homeless girl in a clinic parking lot. I have no doubt you did everything you could for him. You shouldn’t blame yourself, David. It wasn’t your fault.”
I felt like a weight was lifting from my shoulders with each word she spoke.
“I promised him I’d take care of you,” I continued. “He gave me a pocket watch to give you and I tried to get it to you but your mom wouldn’t let me in the front door. She blamed me for what happened to him, told me to get lost or she’d call the police.”
“She never said you’d come to apologize to us.”
“I tried several times over the years but last time she did call the police. They told me I had to stay away so I did. Then when she died and I came for you, I was too late. You’d vanished.”
“I ran away,” she explained. “I didn’t want to go into care when mom died. She’d always told me it was awful in care, that we had to protect each other. She said it was all bullies and drugs and sex for money.” She shrugged. “So I ran away.”
I nodded. “I kept the pocket watch for you but the men who were here last night took it. I’m sorry, Susie. But I swear to you, I will get your father’s watch to you if it’s the last thing I do.” I stood up, taking a deep breath. “What say we go for a walk in the forest?”
“I’d like that.”
Ten minutes later we were out on the trail. I took her down to the lakeside and we sat on the shore together. The water rippled in the breeze. Above our heads bees droned lazily.
“I’d love to paint this,” she said. “It’s beautiful here.”
“You into painting then?”
“It’s all I ever really wanted to do.”
I nodded, putting that piece of information away for later. “Tell me something else about yourself. Something you’ve never told anyone.”
She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’ve always wanted to go skinny dipping. Is that naughty?”
“You’ve come to the right place,” I said, pulling my shirt off.
“We can’t! What if someone sees us?”
“No one for miles around.” I slid down my pants, kicking them off before putting my hands on my boxer shorts. “Or are you chickening out?”
She stood up and pouted, pulling her dress over her head a second later. I was so busy staring at her perfect body I hardly noticed her sliding off her shoes and socks. Her panties went next as she spun away from me. I caught one glimpse of her perfect ass as she leaped into the water.
At once she shrieked with shock. “It’s cold!” she said, dipping down until only her head was sticking out.
“You get used to it,” I replied, sliding down my boxer shorts, not caring if she saw how hard I was. “I used to swim every morning here.” I jumped in after her, splashing into the water as she swam onto her back, floating away from me. “As good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” she replied, her eyes closing.
I
stared at her body, the way her hips sank low in the water, her feet kicking slightly. I wanted her more than anything and if I didn’t get away from her, I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.
“What you thinking?” she asked, glancing my way. “Mr. Serious.”
“How much I want to fuck you,” I said, the words out before I was even aware of them.
She stared at me in shock, her mouth falling open. “Really?” she asked. “You want me that way?”
“Isn’t it obvious how much I want you?”
“I wasn’t sure. Why would you want someone like me?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
“No, I’m not.”
“I warned you,” I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to the shore.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fighting but not that hard.
“You put yourself down. You’ve earned a spanking. Get on all fours this instant.”
She looked like she might protest but then she nodded and grinned. “Yes, Daddy.”
She kneeled in front of me, her body dripping water as I stared down at her ass, my cock pointing straight into the air. A drop formed at the tip at the sight of her displayed like that for me.
I wanted to fuck her so badly at that moment, I wasn’t even sure I could get through the spanking.
“You will never put yourself down again,” I said, kneeling behind her and spanking her right buttock firmly. “Is that clear?”
“I am fat and ugly,” she replied, turning her head to look back at me, sticking her tongue out as she did so. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Chapter Eleven
Susie
I said it because I knew what he’d do. From the moment I got on all fours I wanted him to spank me. When he finally did it, he didn’t disappoint.
He talked to me the whole time, telling me I needed to have better self-esteem, that I should be more confident about how good I looked.
All I was thinking was that I didn’t want him to stop, the tingle in my ass was spreading all the way through me.
I liked how hard his cock was, knowing I was doing that to him. Someone as powerful and strong as him was hard as rock because of me.
From the moment I’d seen his cock emerge from his boxer shorts, I was lost. I needed him in me. I wanted to sit on that length of his. I couldn’t think about anything else.
I pushed my ass back at him, wanting him to get the hint, spreading my knees apart. “You bad little girl,” he said, spanking me again. “Acting like a little slut, aren’t you?”
“No, Daddy,” I replied. “I’m a good little girl.”
“Then why are you getting so wet when I spank you?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
“Only good girls get to come, don’t they?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Another smack, this one making me gasp out loud.
“Are you going to be good?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Another smack, this one lower, near my thighs.
“And what do good girls get?”
“Daddy inside them.” The words were out and I couldn’t take them back. I waited for him to shoot me down, tell me this was all a prank. He’d never want someone as ugly and fat as me.
The spanking stopped. I looked back at him thinking he’d gone but he was stroking himself, staring at my pussy.
I reached under myself to ease the throbbing pain of desire in my clit. He watched me touching myself, his eyes widening as I slid a finger into my pussy, doing it for his pleasure, my own joy intensifying from knowing he was watching me.
“You’re being a good girl,” he said. “Come for Daddy.”
I’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. Somehow, it all felt completely natural at that moment. Something about him made me want to do it.
I continued playing with my clit, stroking it ever faster, his hands on my ass, kneading my buttocks, dipping toward my private hole.
When he dipped the tip of his finger into my tightness it tipped me over the edge. With my own finger in my pussy I felt utterly filled.
I screamed into the grass under me, my hips pushing back, my pussy contracting around my finger, the waves of pleasure washing over my body for longer than I thought possible.
I recovered slowly, his finger still just inside my ass. “Good girl,” he said. “Do you still need my cock in you?”
“Yes, please,” I replied as he stroked it along my folds, making me shudder with need. “I need it deep in me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“You want me to come in you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Has anyone ever come in you before?” As he asked the question, the finger in my ass slid deeper.
“No, never.”
“So I’ll be your first?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And your only.” It wasn’t a question and I was thrilled to hear him say it. It might only have been words but I could dream he really meant them, that I would be his one and only and he would be mine.
Forever.
His cock brushed around the entrance to me. “Be gentle,” I said as he edged it forward.
“Of course I will. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.”
I breathed in and as I let it it out, his cock slipped inside me. At first, there was a flash of pain but then it was gone and there was only intense pleasure as I widened to let him in deeper.
He felt burning hot, stretching my insides, the finger in my ass still there, making me feel fuller than ever.
My pussy throbbed with need, pouring with wetness that helped lubricate his way deeper. I pushed my hips slowly back onto him, my knees sinking into the mud as he started rocking in place again.
“Deeper,” I said, needing to be filled. I gripped him tightly as he slid all the way home. The sensation was like no other.
Having a finger in me was good but this was infinitely better. It was like we were made for each other. He fitted perfectly, filling me completely.
“How does that feel?” he asked, holding still all the way in me.
“So good,” I replied.
He started to slide back and forth, his finger in my ass moving in rhythm with his cock. I could hardly handle the sensation, my breathing growing ragged as I started playing with my clit, my other hand squeezing my nipples, every part of me wanting to be touched.
His free hand slid over my back, pulling my hips down onto him as he ground all the way inside me. Every minute that passed he got quicker until he was slamming into me and I couldn’t breathe at all.
My orgasm hit out of nowhere, pulsing around his cock as he continued to ram into me. “You’re going to make me come,” he said, the sound barely reaching me through the waves of my climax. “You’re going to make Daddy come.”
“Do it in me,” I managed to gasp. “I need it inside me.”
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, slamming home, his cock jerking in me. I felt it twitch again and then a spurt of hot wetness shot into me, filling the inside of my pussy.
He thrust again and more poured out of him.
Slowly, he slid back, my pussy muscles gripping him, not wanting him to leave me.
As he slid free, he pulled his finger slowly out of my ass. “Face me,” he said, helping me to turn until I was on my knees in front of him. “Lick me clean, little sweetie. See how I taste.”
I took him into my mouth. He was still hard, his cock twitching as I squeezed the last drop from the tip, the taste of it salty but delicious, mixed as it was with my own sweetness.
I held him in my mouth as he ran his hands through my hair.
“Good girl,” he said as I licked his shaft again and again.
Only when he was soft did he let go of my hair. His cock fell from my mouth and I stared at it in wonder until he lifted me to my feet.
He kissed me a moment later, his tongue sliding softly into my mouth.
His hands gripped my ass and I could feel the heat of his cock against my stomach as we embraced.
When he finally pulled away it was only to kiss my forehead.
“Good girl,” he said again. “Was skinny dipping as good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” I replied, slipping my hand into his. “So much better.”
Chapter Twelve
David
We walked back from the lake hand in hand. The sun was high in the sky above the trees and it warmed my skin as we made our way along the rough track to the cabin.
“You’re looking at me funny,” I said, glancing her way. “Something wrong?”
“You don’t want to put your clothes back on?” she asked.
I glanced down at my body. “Not until I’m dry. Problem?”
“Nope,” she said, her smile broadening. “Very much not a problem.”
Something had changed between us for the better. The doubts I’d had about her had all gone. It was as if I’d left them in the lake.
She was mine.
She belonged to me in all the best ways a person could. I wouldn’t just look after her until she was better, not now.
Now she was going to be looked after for the rest of her life. No one would ever hurt her again. She wouldn’t spend another night on the streets.
She’d put her dress back on after swimming and it clung to her skin. I could see the curve of her breasts through it, the nipples still hard in the cool air. My cock twitched at the sight.
The cabin came into view in front of us. “Hungry?” I asked.
She glanced down at my cock, seeing it hardening, her hand reaching for it. “Very.”
“Then I better make you something to eat.”
She squeezed my shaft and it jerked in response, growing harder. “Lunch first,” I said, removing her hand, ignoring the pout she gave me. “Don’t sulk or you’ll earn another spanking.”
