by Lucy Lixx
Whenever he’d hug me, his hand would rest at the point where my lower waist met my ass. At first, I thought this to be a coincidence or just my imagination, but whenever my mom wasn’t around, Daddy would proceed to pat my butt while hugging me. He did it ever so gently, I always wanted more.
I’d smile, and I’d proceed to cat-walk in front of him, lean in on some furniture or even bend in front of him. I’d hear him moan and I’d hear him touching himself which made me feel wanted, and turned me on. The second I’d face him and try to put my hands on him, he’d go: “Not yet, sweetlips.” And, he’d leave the room.
After a while, during the time when my mom was not at home, I noticed some changes in Daddy. For instance, whenever I was in the shower, daddy would somehow find an excuse to show up in the bathroom. The glass door, although steamy, was still see-through, so I knew he was able to see my naked silhouette from where he was standing. I was also able to see his silhouette from where he was standing, and he'd usually be in briefs. Daddy started doing this using various excuses: he needed the toothpaste, he ran out of floss, or he needed a towel… And I pretended to believe him. I played the part he wanted me to play and I watched his silhouette from inside the shower. I knew he was staring at me. One day while I was in the shower, Daddy walked in murmuring something about towels and proceeded to walk in and stand in front of the glass-door. The water was on, so I couldn’t really hear anything but I noticed he was standing in front of the glass-door longer than usual. I focused to try and hear what was happening and I soon realized Daddy had his pants down and he was jerking off while looking at my naked silhouette. As much as the glass-door was steamy, I could see his silhouette moving, I could see his hands and most of all, I could hear the rubbing sound his dick made. Not wanting to scare him off, I continued to play my part, more aggressively: I squeezed my tits on the glass-door giving him full view while massaging them, and right after, I pushed my ass up the glass-door, giving him full view again. I was trying to seduce him, to make him join me in the shower. By simply knowing what he was doing right outside my door, I was so turned on. I heard him: “Oh sweetlips, you’re driving me insane!”
Right after this, he fell quiet, breathing hard and deep, and I knew he had cum just by hearing me. I’d never felt more dominant and confident in my whole life! All I wanted to do was make daddy cum again.
Chapter 4
During all of this game-playing, I was relishing every minute spent with Daddy. The fact that I was able to influence a grown man in such a way was a huge ego booster. On top of it all, it also was an affirmation that I was as good, if not better, than mommy.
What I never realized was just how much I was really enjoying these tantalizing games with Daddy. Although this whole period was a countdown to my birthday in Vegas, the closer it got the less I wanted to go. This was strange but it only meant I simply didn’t want to go without him. I didn’t want the games to stop. I was afraid that if I was gone for a weekend, he’d lose interest in me. And, I couldn’t let that happen.
My mom used to always have her play her secretary, and call clients for her job, or would quickly hand me her cell phone when one of her clients would call and tell me to act like her secretary. She thought that it would give her more clout, and make her seem more legit and sought after. So after weeks of planning, I was able to imitate my mother’s voice on the phone and actually called a couple of high-end clients to look at a mansion that just went on sale. Luckily for me, they were all interested and I asked them to call me the next day so we can schedule the viewing.
The next morning, as we were all eating breakfast in the kitchen, my mom’s phone rang. I saw how confused she was while taking the call, but luckily she never questioned anything. That morning, she had to schedule three high-end viewings, all on the day of our Vegas trip. I saw her heart sink, and although she was apologetic about it, I innocently played my part as a bratty teenage daughter saying: “But, mom you promised!”
My mom was devastated that she was no longer able to celebrate my 19th birthday with me. I acted as if I was completely devastated for not going to Vegas. I saw my mom thinking and contemplating her actions and I knew it was only minutes before she'd realize what she could do. And, I was right.
Mom turned to Daddy: “Travis, I have to ask you a favor. I need you to go to Vegas with Katie and her friends. For her 19th birthday, just for the weekend.”
I saw Daddy look at her, sort of confused and caught off guard, then look at me. He sat there, quiet. For a second, I was sure he would say “no”, so I had to intervene.
“Oh, Daddy please! Pretty please! We already booked our flights and the hotel! I can’t tell them “no” now!”
Daddy took a deep breath and looked at mommy: “Fine. I’ll do it.” Then, he looked at me and pointed his hand at me: “You. No funny business.”
I nodded and proceeded to jump up and down, throwing a couple of: “Yes!” In there. Mom was pleased that I was getting my birthday party. I was pleased she wasn’t going with us but more, I was thrilled Daddy was taking me to Vegas!
Chapter 5
That whole ordeal happened the week before our scheduled trip. Mom was constantly occupied with work and she simply couldn’t spend as much time with me as she wanted. We had an agreement that she’d take me shopping before the trip, but due to her constant meetings, she had to ask Daddy to go shopping with me instead.
I still remember the day very vividly: it was a Wednesday and we were leaving for Vegas on Friday. Just as mom left the house, Daddy called me in the living room: “Sweetlips, please get ready. I have to take you out shopping.”
I was super thrilled! To me, it meant I could model bikinis for him. I couldn’t wait! I went up to my room, got dressed and was ready in a minute. Daddy took the car keys and we were on our way.
In the car, while we were driving to the mall, I saw him glance at my lips a few times. I took the freedom to casually lay my hand on his knee. He looked at my hand then he looked at me: “Sweetlips, what are you doing?”
I smiled and squeezed his knee.
“Sweetlips, we’re going to crash if you keep doing that…”
I simply ignored everything he said as I gently moved my hand upwards, towards his shorts, slowly reaching inside. I was able to touch the head as Daddy reached and removed my hand: “Behave.” He said, sort of slapping me on the wrist.
As we got to the mall, I noticed he wasn’t overly excited about being there. I realized he wasn’t that interested in shopping, like most guys. As we walked in, Daddy looked at me saying: “I’m going to the men’s department. Need to grab a couple of shirts. Meet me there?”
I nodded as I ran towards the bikini section of the store.
Half an hour later, Daddy was in the men’s fitting room lounge and I walked in wearing a bikini, modeling it in front of him.
“How do I look?” – I asked, completely aware of his wide-eyed stare. As I moved my eyes from his face to his junk, I noticed he was hard, harder than he’s ever been before. His eyes got even deeper and he stood there, contemplating his next move.
“Should I try this one as well?” – I asked, using my most innocent voice while waving a string bikini in his face. He looked at the bikini, nodded and grabbed me by my hand: “Sweetlips, you should definitely try that on. Come with me.”
Daddy pulled me in into one of the handicapped fitting stalls in the men’s section. The whole section was literally empty. As I walked in the stall, I sort of laughed and I felt him spank me, very lightly.
The moment he locked the door behind him, he turned to me and I saw his bulging dick, fully erected and ready. I realized this was it, I had finally managed to break him.
Daddy came near me, sort of gliding his hands through my arms and staring into my eyes.
“You’ve never been fucked, have you, sweetlips?”
I waved my head in disapproval, licking my bottom lip. He took my hands and guided them towards his
dick, making me grab it. As I did, I started tugging, up and down, sort of massaging, until I heard Daddy moan. I smiled while looking at his face.
“So, you think this is funny huh?” – He whispered as I nodded in approval.
“I guess that means I gotta punish you, sweetlips. Daddy hates when his babygirl is naughty” – As he said this, he put his right palm on my face, slowly gliding it towards my lips. I never stopped massaging his dick. I felt it pulsating, he wanted more. Daddy opened my mouth using his thumb and his pointy finger and started putting his fingers inside my mouth: one by one, then two at a time, then one again.
“You have to suck on them, sweetlips.” – He leaned in, kissing me neck, as I moaned. He smiled, as I kept taking his fingers, licking them and sucking on them, as hard as I could. I saw him nod in approval and I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted...doing what lit his fire.
“Can you keep a secret, sweetlips?”- He whispered, leaning further into me, licking me from the neck to my ear, while gently tugging on my earlobe. I eagerly nodded, using my hands to pull him in even further. I wanted this, I wanted him so bad.
In a second, he turned me towards the table behind me and bent me over. I felt his hands gliding over my torso, then onto my ass. I heard his moans as he grabbed my ass and played with it, spreading it and closing it. In a whisk, he removed the bikinis I was wearing and spread my booty with his hands. He used one of his hands to press my back onto the table so I wasn’t able to turn around and look at him. The pressure on my back turned me on, I knew I was wet, and it was only getting worse as I finally felt his fingers on my pussy.
“Oh my, sweetlips, you’re so wet. Are you ready for Daddy?”
I tried nodding, but I couldn’t lift my head up.
“Tell me, sweetlips, do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes, Daddy! Oh please daddy! I want you so damn bad!” – I begged, realizing how turned on I was. Daddy kept rubbing his fingers on my pussy, and as I was dripping wet, I heard him unzipping his pants. I knew he was naked behind me, but I couldn’t see him. Then, I felt it: Daddy took his dick and rubbed it all the way from my asshole to my pussy and back again. This was driving me completely insane!
“Tell me sweetlips, how does this feel?”
“Give it to me, Daddy! Please, give it to me!” – I almost yelled. With this, he slapped me on my butt real hard: “You have to learn to be quiet, sweetlips. Or, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, Daddy.” – I whispered, as I finally felt the head slowly penetrating into me.
Slowly at first, I felt the blinding pain explode through me, and as I wanted to scream, I felt his hands pressing on my booty, my back and tugging my hair, leaning in close to my ear: “Don’t you dare scream, sweetlips.” As he murmured that, I felt his dick penetrating me to the max. I felt full, I wanted to move, and to tug, to wiggle somehow, to show him how much I was enjoying it but his hands wouldn’t let me move.
Daddy kept fucking me, entering me as hard as possible while containing his moans. Deep, hard, blow by blow his fingers dug into my booty. Pain, sweet pain radiated through me. Shocks of pleasure ran deep inside of my pussy, electric currents running up and down my legs. The pain made me feel alive. Feeling the warm trail of wet juices running down my inner thighs, I did my best to arch back into him, meeting him stroke by stroke, mesmerized by the light 'clap' my booty made each time it hit his thighs. I could feel his deep breaths on my neck. I was fighting for air, wanting to scream but not being allowed to. My pussy was pulsating from the undivided attention and I was on the verge of having an orgasm. I felt it: slowly building up from within, sneaking up on me, ready to tear to me to pieces.
Before I was able to cum, Daddy removed his hands from me and lifted me up. He took his dick in his hands and tuned me over, making me kneel in front of him. He used his hands to push on my shoulders, guiding me down on the floor. I obeyed.
As I got down on my knees, I was staring up into his eyes. He was smiling, taking silky nectar glazed dick and leading it towards my face: “Time to shine, sweetlips.”
I fondled my pussy with my left hand, as I used my right hand and my mouth to take his thick, erect hard dick into my mouth. I was licking his shaft, flickering it with my tongue top to bottom, slowly. Teasing him with the tip of my tongue, and pucker of my lips before I took his cock by the head and started sucking. He pushed his member into my mouth as far and as deep as it would go, and it made me gag. With my eyelids squeezed tight, tears came down my face, as daddy was holding me by the head, pushing his cock in, over and over and over again.
“You’ll get used to it, sweetlips. Oh, your lips were made for sucking, baby. Keep going.” – Daddy moaned, as I kept trying to get it all in, gaging throughout the ordeal, looking up watching him smile.
He saw what I was doing with my left hand, and slapped my cheek real hard: “You stop that right now sweetlips. It’s too soon for you to be Cuming.” And, so I did. I used both of my hands to jerk him off while sucking him off and throughout the whole thing, I was trying to get my pussy flat on the floor to rub it off on something. Anything. But, I couldn’t. And, it was excruciating. I was in sheer ecstasy.
I was watching Daddy moan while pulling my hair, grabbing my head and pulling me in, as far as I would go, and it was a huge turn on. After a while, I felt his cock pulsating inside my mouth. He pushed it in and out even harder a couple of more times, before he exploded in my mouth. Warm liquid filled my palate, as I was fighting for air, swallowing and gasping at the same time. I could feel the warm silky liquid flow down my throat. The taste was salty yet delicious and without even realizing, after I swallowed it all, I licked my lips in satisfaction. Daddy smiled, playfully slapping me again on my mouth: “You enjoyed that, did you, sweetlips?”
I looked at him and nodded: “Yes Daddy. Now, can I cum?”
“No. I need you to be like this for a while longer. I like you horny, sweetlips.” – He whispered, helping me get off the floor and slapping me on my butt. I stood up, still weak in my knees, with a single desire: to cum.
“Sweetlips, let’s get out of here. And, remember: this is our little secret.” – Daddy whispered as we left the men’s fitting room.
Chapter 6
As we drove home, I tried to fondle myself in front of him, but Daddy simply removed my hand from my pussy: “Not yet, sweetlips. Soon, though.”
This was driving me crazy! I knew we were going to Vegas in two days, and I was sure he was making me wait so he can give me the greatest present for my birthday. It goes without saying, but I knew mom shouldn’t know about my little' sex-capade' with Daddy and I knew better than to brag around about it.
After we got home, mommy was already there making dinner. While Daddy joined in to help her, I went upstairs to take a shower. I took my clothes off in a hurry and stepped into the bathtub. I ran the water and grabbed the showerhead, guiding it ever so gently to my lady bits. My right hand was occupied with the showerhead , and my left hand was all over my tits. The pressure created by the water was massaging my sweet spot, making me relive the events from the mall all over again.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the erotic sensation that was enveloping my body, slightly moaning as I felt my knees weakening, getting ready for the big eruption.
My head was buzzing from everything that just happened. I was both pleased that I lost my virginity to my Daddy, and at the same time, I was desperately waiting for more.
As I was finally nearing my climax, my mom knocked on the door: “Katie, Laura is on the phone! They want to talk to you about the flight arrangements!”
I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Coming momy!” – I yelled, turning the water off and stepping out of the bathtub. It looked like I just had to wait to get my turn.
After I talked to my friends about our trip on Friday, I walked in the dining room where my mom and daddy were already seated, waiting for me to start dinner. My mom was all smiles,
she had just made a big sale and was ready to celebrate. Daddy was more polite than usual, although he kept looking at me even deeper than before. While my mom went to the kitchen to grab dessert, he leaned in whispering: “Oh sweetlips, you made my day.”
I smiled, recalling what we did back in the mall. I was surprised that he freely talked to me this way while mom was in the house. It was obvious that we had broken all boundaries and there was no going back now.
The next day, Thursday was mostly uneventful simply because my mom took the day off to spend more time with me before my birthday. This was pleasant, but it completely disrupted my plan for the day. I was planning to fuck daddy’s brain out again right before we left, but for now it simply wasn’t possible.
The night towards Friday, while I was in my bed, I heard something I hadn’t heard before: my mom moaning. Their bedroom was next to mine, but in the past I had never heard anything coming from there. Hearing her now, I knew daddy was pleasuring her, and I couldn’t help but imagine what position they were in and who was he thinking about while fucking her. It made me jealous – the fact that he could freely fuck her and no one would care, hurt. I wanted him to be mine and mine only, and I wanted him to fuck me long and hard.
