by Haley Monroe
Dirty Racing
A DD/LG Outing
By Haley Monroe
Copyright © 2017 by J. Richards Erotica
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Reader note: contains adult language and casual sex situation.
Haley Monroe
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Editor: Judy Miracle of J&M Editing and Design
Cover Design: JC Clarke of The Graphics Shed
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2017
Dedication
To the girls who aren’t afraid to call their man, Daddy.
*Wink Wink*
**Content Warning**
Dirty Racing, CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF THE DD/lg (DADDY DOM/ LITTLE GIRL) LIFESTYLE. NO CHARACTERS ENGAGED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE RELATED, BIOLOGICALLY OR LEGALLY. The story includes lots of playful submission and other BDSM games. Anal play, spankings and other forms of sexual discipline fill these pages. If any of these subjects make you uncomfortable please do not purchase this book.
About the Author.
Haley Monroe is a twenty-eight-year-old, little girl at heart, who currently lives in New England with her daughter and two dogs. She’s been happily married to her husband for nine incredible years and counting! Haley began writing short stories as a child and found a passion for words at a very early age. She enjoys weaving panty wetting stories that’ll keep you turning the pages for more.
Haley loves filthy mouthed Dominants and sweet, sassy little girls who can’t help but let their inner brat out! She hopes you enjoy every dirty word as much as she has enjoyed writing them!
Author Links
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https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/62078338-haley-monroe
https://www.amazon.com/Haley-Monroe/e/B01N4AITJC/
Other Works By Haley Monroe
A Daddy for Christmas
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N9DXQR8/
A Daddy for Valentine’s
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N7L87AO/
A Little April Fools
Releasing March 21st 2017
Contents
Daddy starts my engine.
The price of parking.
Touring the Fairway.
The fast track.
Victory lap.
Epilogue.
A note from the author,
A Daddy for Valentine’s
A Daddy for Christmas
Daddy starts my engine.
Anticipation for today’s outing has me bouncing in my seat. I’ve waited all month long for this weekend to finally get here and now that we’re close enough for me to almost smell the gasoline, traffic has us at a standstill. My wide eyes move around, searching for any sight of the track but all I can see is the tree line keeping my desires hidden from me and the three rows of vehicles all pointing in the same direction as we are.
“We’re almost there, pretty girl.” Daddy chuckles lightly and adjusts the setting on the air conditioner. “It won’t be long now.” I offer him a full smile and shift in my seat to lean my elbow on the console between us, my head laying against his firm shoulder.
“I’m just excited.” I sigh, so much energy is bubbling under my skin that I can’t understand how he can look so calm and collected. With my head on his shoulder, I can feel the forced air blowing my hair back from my face and close my eyes. Daddy lifts his hand to pet my jaw, and the single touch soothes me in ways I couldn’t have managed myself. A soft moan settles in my chest as the heat of his hand offers me a glimpse of his steadiness.
The car edges forward, and my eyes pop open. One inch closer to being near the track. I sit upright again and press my upper body into the passenger side window. Daddy’s chuckle fills the car again, and I shoot him a quick glance over my shoulder. I’m glad my ping ponging back and forth in my seat makes Daddy smile, but it isn’t releasing any of my built-up energy. I feel like a puppy being taken to the dog park and the idea makes me laugh. It’s almost the same concept really, an owner taking his beloved pet out for a day of play.
See, Daddy isn’t really my Daddy at all. He’s my boyfriend but that title doesn’t suit him. He isn’t a boy in any sense of the word. He’s tall and dangerous, kind of. In the way that chocolate cake is dangerous. You always tend to over indulge but it never sates your hunger.
His blue eyes are always intense, but sometimes they burn with a fierce kindness, and sometimes they sparkle with playful giddiness. While other times they fill with the deep, dark things inside of him that call to me. His body is tight and toned, giving him the ability to easily overpower and use me for his sexual desires. All of these things are only a part of why I’m attracted to him, while his body is built for lusting over, it’s the mind games he plays with me that make this relationship special.
I’m twenty-eight and Daddy is in his mid-forty’s, giving us a hearty age gap but it works for us and that’s all that matters. He takes care of me, and in turn, I ache to please him in all ways. We’ve been dating for a few months, a few wonderful months. I’d been in and out of relationships before him but nothing ever felt right or stuck for very long. At my age, I’m beginning to want things like marriage and the possibility of children, but wasn’t sure if I would find someone who understood all the parts of me that even I can’t figure out. It’s still early yet, but knowing that Daddy can fit into all aspects of my life makes it seem like the things on my wish list could one day be possible.
Daddy and I met at a BDSM Munch, which are parties where likeminded kinky people gather for meet and greets and sometimes play time. A mutual friend had invited me, and even though I had been to a few other Munches before, knowing I would be meeting a Daddy Dom had me overly excited and kind of nervous.
Like Daddy tells me now, I worried over nothing. His easy smile and confident hand won me over quickly. After that night, we shared coffee together once a week for three weeks, with phone calls and texts in between, and then he asked me to come over to his home to play out our first scene. His home is just like him. Intimidating and comfortable all at the same time. Once I sunk to my knees and offered him my submission, I haven’t once considered taking it back.
If you haven’t gathered yet, I’m what people like to call a ‘little’, a submissive person who enjoys age regression. I’m a functioning adult with a busy job and lots of friends, but when the time calls for it and in the safety of Daddy’s arms, I like to let all my stresses slip away and pretend to be a little girl again. Daddy brings me coloring books and stuffed animals to play with, which makes me really happy but the fact that he understands my needs makes me the happiest. He isn’t afraid to discipline me when I step out of line and is always there to kiss away the ouch-ies he’s caused. Our special little kink is hard for some of my friends to understand, but since we are both consenting adults, they can kiss my little ass and carry on with their own business.
Recently, Daddy found out I have a love of fast cars and race trac
ks. There is just something about the rev of a super powered engine that makes my girl parts get all squishy. Where we live in New Hampshire, a very popular race track isn’t all that far away, and he offered to take me to the next race, in July. I’ve never been to a race of this size. My friends and I have been to many dirt track races, and even a few drag races here and there, but this is the big leagues. The best of the best in racing.
It took forever to get here, but finally, today is race day!
Although it would make me happier if this bloody traffic would move the hell out of the way, so we could get on with it. My knees curl up to my chest and I rest my chin between my kneecaps with an aggravated snort.
“I thought we were working on your patience?” Daddy tsks me from the driver’s seat. His deep tone is always pleasing to my ears but I can’t control the roll of my eyes. I keep my spinning eyes facing the window so he won’t catch me and once they’ve finished the tour of the back of my head then turn to him again.
“I am being patient.” I pout and sulk down further into the passenger seat. Daddy laughs and his hand lands on my thigh closest to the gear shift. My legs lower to place my sneakers back on the floorboards of Daddy’s car, and my lips tilt in a half smile as he touches me. I’m wearing tiny denim cut off shorts and his fingers play with the frayed hems. I watch his big hand move against my pale skin and begin to get anxious for a whole other reason.
“I’m sure you’re trying.” He moves us forward as the lane begins to shift a fraction of an inch, but it’s too soon before we are stopped again. I check the clock on the dash. It’s only ten a.m. and the race doesn’t start till one in the afternoon. There is no way we’ll be late but I’ve heard there is so much to check out before the race begins and I want to discover it all.
The July sun bakes the pavement under us, making the line of cars ahead shimmer like they are getting lost in the invisible waves of the summer heat. “Do you think we’ll get to see the drivers?” I ask, tracing my fingers over the veins in the back of his hand. “I mean like up close?”
His bright gaze meets mine and he smiles. “If you’re a good girl, then maybe.” My tongue wets my lips as I nod slowly, like I need to convince myself of my next words before I speak them.
“I am good.” I remind him firmly.
“Are you?” he asks, with a deepness crawling into his voice that makes my lower belly tingle. One of his eyebrows has cocked up in an unbelieving way and his eyes glitter dangerously.
“Yes, Daddy.” I sigh, as his hand curls around the upper part of my inner thigh, his pinkie finger brushes past the knotted seam in my tiny shorts. The gentle caress causes my pussy to prickle with need, and my knees part enough for him to grab what’s his. He gives me a groan of approval and allows his hand to rub up and down the center of my shorts. Just the outside of his hand strokes my body confidently, because he knows it’s his to touch as he pleases.
“Is Daddy’s girl wet already?” I watch as his eyes scan my flushed face, he doesn’t have to ask that question. He knows my body is always ready and willing for him. The A/C is still on high but the heat is coming from inside of my body and he knows just how to make me burn.
“I’m always wet for Daddy.” I whisper teasingly.
“Is that so?” he asks. “Show me.” He looks back at the road lazily and then at me. My lips are parted as I falter.
“Here?” My head swivels around to take in the cars and people beside us. No one is really looking into our car but it would be easy for them to do so. With just a perusal of the vehicle next to us I can see grown-ups of different sexes talking in their cars. Some are even drinking from blue beer cans already, even though its highly illegal to drink and drive. How unsafe, my mind giggles. I don’t see any children or minors in the cars around us however and decide to give into Daddy’s orders.
“Slip your finger into your tight cunt and give Daddy a taste, please.” he commands politely. I inhale a deep breath and suck in my belly to allow my hand to slid between the fabric of my shorts and my skin. Inside my panties, my hand molds over the shaved mound of my cunt and slips deeper to brush my fingers over my puffy pussy lips. My middle finger dips between my slick folds and sinks as far into my willing body as I can reach while still wearing my tight shorts. A tiny gasp slips from my mouth, and my hips lift to give my finger better access. “Good girl, let me taste you.”
Our eyes are locked together, and my breathing picks up just enough to give notice of my tits rising and falling. Everything around me fades away, and he is my only focus. I allow my finger to curl as I drag it backward. My thighs clench, and my pussy contracts.
I pull my hand free of my shorts, already missing the full feeling of my finger inside my starved body and lean over to offer my wet finger to Daddy’s hungry mouth. His tongue tickles my digit as he sucks my finger clean, and his lips vibrate against me as he moans over the taste of my pussy. Knowing that he loves my flavor makes me even hotter.
I shift in the seat as I tug my finger free from his thin lips. His hand clenches on my thigh, grabbing my soft flesh tightly. His eyes are a darker blue now with the taste of my juices in my his. I’m drawn into his body by the demand in his gaze.
The look on his face has me leaning against him again, pressing my tiny tank top against his bicep and my hand flattens against his stomach. My lips press to his and his mouth opens for me to lick my taste off his tongue. His hand grows tighter over my thigh until the squeeze is too much for me to bare, and I let out a soft wheeze of pain into his mouth. He releases his hold and rubs the reddened skin.
A smile breaks our kiss and I look back and forth between his eyes as his hand rubs my skin, warming it after he held it so tightly. My tongue darts out to lick over his lower lip, and Daddy’s hand slaps the flesh of my inner thigh quickly. The sharp sting of the slap makes me yelp, but I cover my mouth and a giggle fills the car. “Ow.”
“It’ll be a while until we reach the main gate and then a while after that before we are finally parked.” His hand moves from my leg to grab my hand that’s clutching his tee shirt at his abs. He shifts my hand down so that I can palm his erection through his jeans. Another smile steals over my lips when I look down at my hand. He uses my hand to stroke up and down his growing length.
“I understand.” I grin and take control over my own hand again. Undoing the button at the front of his jeans and tugging the zipper down. He pushes his shoulders into the back of his seat and shifts the car into park. While he adjusts to a more comfortable position, I pull his cock from his pants. I love how hard he gets for me.
I feel so naughty sitting in traffic with his dick in my little hand, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to please him. I bend over the console, moving to my knees in the seat beside him. I wonder vaguely if the car beside us can see my plump ass cheeks peeking from my shorts or if they can tell what I’m about to do.
I kiss at the smooth crown of his penis causing him to grunt gently, and the sound encourages me to continue. My fist squeezes the base of his cock as I open my lips and let his length slide along my tongue and deeply into my mouth. I feel his fingers raking through my long dirty blonde hair, pushing the strands aside so that he can look down at my face while I swallow his cock. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.” he groans. “Just like that.”
My head bobs up and down in soft, sucking strokes. I’m in no hurry or have no goal of making him come in my mouth. Right now, is just about tasting him. Inhaling his masculine musk of arousal for me and worshipping his cock while we wait for the traffic to move.
Every time I come up for air I feel the steering wheel near my cheek as well as his arm above me. I keep my eyes closed as I continue to suck on his shaft and allow my tongue to tease around the sensitive ridge of his head. I lean into the console and ground myself into this moment. The sounds of the radio playing one of my new favorite songs, the way his tee shirt feels under my fingers, the A/C of the car is keeping a healthy supply of goosebumps along my bare legs, a
nd the subtle clenches of his strong thighs under my weight.
When my tongue probes into the tiny opening of his cock head, his right-hand fists in my hair. He yanks me back until his cock pops free of my swollen lips, strings of my saliva connecting my lower lip to his shaft. “We’re moving, Princess.” he informs me. I look out the driver’s window under his arm to see the car beside us pulling forward. “If you want Daddy’s cum,” he pauses, twisting his hand in my hair painfully, until I’m looking up at him, “You better earn it before I reach the parking attendants booth.”
The tiny prickle of pain in my scalp causes a sexy shiver to slither down my spine and tangle in my pussy. I love when he causes me pain and he knows it. My eyelids flutter lightly, and I answer, “Yes, Daddy.”
He releases my hair to shift the car into drive and I feel us rolling forward. I impale myself on his cock. Gagging and slobbering like I know he likes. I can vaguely hear him growl and then his left hand finds my nose. Instantly my air supply is gone. His fingers have pinched my nostrils closed and his cock blocks any oxygen from entering my throat.
More spit bubbles up and seeps through the corners of my lips as he pulls me down his cock by my nose. My hands plant in his thighs for leverage as together we work his dick in and out of my throat, mostly in. Every time I cough, my lungs heave and burn from my lack of air, he moans a little louder.
“Almost there, pretty girl.” he grits the words through his tense jaw, but I can’t think anymore. My hands are pushing against his thighs, trying to dislodge his cock so I can breathe, but he thrusts his hips upward, removing any progress I was making. “Fuck,” his curse lets me know I’ve almost won. I’ve almost earned his cum.
His fingers slip off my nose and I flare my nostrils to pull in air with his cockhead still in the very recesses of my throat. His dick swells and twitches, stretching out the space I have to offer him. “Fuuucck,” he grinds out the dirty word as his left hand holds the back of my head down on his cock. I’ve given up trying to stroke him with my tongue or even bob my head. Instead I swallow, over and over between my gagging. Making my throat like a vice around his thick dick. I feel him tensing under me and my eyes close. He is so deep in my throat I wonder if I’ll even taste his orgasm when he gifts it to me.
