by Lucy Lixx
“Good girl,” He said between pants. “Go clean up before you're late for work.”
Chapter Five
“Victoria, would you mind taking these rolls of film down to the basement?”
Ms. Holden handed me a box of film that likely dated back to the 80's. We had a whole collection in the basement that was somewhat out of order and needed to be organized, but I didn't want to volunteer for that project. I nodded and smiled, taking the box towards the elevator to go down to the basement. When I returned, I went back to shelving whatever books were left from earlier in the day. My bottom was still ridiculously sore from Daddy spanking it and my vulva was swollen. Still, it made me excited to focus on the pain. Daddy gave me an amazing orgasm and I was going to savor it.
As I rolled the squealing cart down one of the abandoned aisles, I came across a particularly interesting book. The cover was dark and a bit worn, but the pages were still well intact, so I popped it open to see its contents. Just as quickly as I'd opened the book, I closed it.
This book as about tantric sex.
I blushed immediately and tucked it under my arm, curiosity and fear mixing in my gut. It would help to have a reference guide since I was so inexperienced. I wanted to impress my Daddy and make him feel good, so it wouldn't hurt to look a few positions. I located a quiet spot out of view of others and opened the book again. Each page held a fascinating drawing of a woman and a man in the throes of passion, bent over in the strangest and wildest positions I had never before seen. As I flipped through the pages, I didn't noticed the sudden presence of someone next to me.
It was Brad!
I slammed the book shut and pushed it away, embarrassed that I'd been caught reading smut.
“Victoria, what was that?”
“Nothing!”
I stood and ran back towards my cart, shoving it in the direction of a study room so I could calm down from being so startled. I couldn't believe someone saw me looking at that! The entire book was basically pornography as it depicted various sexual acts and techniques. Did people really do those sort of positions? I recalled the one of the woman sitting on top with her ankles up to the man's ears. Was that comfortable? I shook the image from my head as I unlocked a study room and shut the door behind me. The silence and security of the room eased me immediately and I walked over to the computer that was sitting on the desk across the room. I logged into an admin account and opened a fresh web page.
What was I looking for? I tapped the keys pensively before typing in a few keywords. “Daddy” and “sex” typed together in the search bar produced a medley of websites that were rather intimidating. I found groups dedicated to rape fantasies, role play groups, and even some questionable “teen” websites. After clicking around, I came across a blog that was dedicated purely to a Daddy/daughter relationship that caught my attention. I sifted through their blog for a bit and came across a few toys that I thought would please Daddy. The girl, who looked about my age, was wearing a pastel colored collar and soft lace outfits that revealed a great deal of her body. Her Daddy would put her on a leash or sometimes bind her. I wondered if my Daddy was into that sort of thing and tried to remember whether I saw anything anywhere that ever indicated that interest.
Having satisfied my curiosity about this sort of relationship, I deleted my web history and logged out to finish my work for the evening. If I was going to get some things to use with Daddy then I would have to figure out a way to get my mother out of the house so we could properly explore. My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance wouldn't go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it. Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn't mind the spankings, but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.
I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I'd risk exposing my curiosity and, potentially, my secret relationship. I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk I had been sitting at earlier where I'd shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I couldn't do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I'd have to admit to my crime.
I'd also get another spanking.
I didn't want to push Daddy too much this week. I wanted to please him as much as possible while also remaining studious and focused. It was hard to focus when I could still feel his palm smacking my bare bottom to pieces. It made me excited again and I had to compose myself. I'd been doing a lot of recomposing lately. Was I going mad? I wish I knew other people like this. I didn't think Brad or Lillian would get it. Maybe Lillian would understand the crush and the sexual tension, but she seemed to be so wrapped up in her boyfriend that I felt it was hopeless to ask. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself just fine.
I just had to make it to Friday.
Working and studying the rest of the week was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. I was worried I wouldn't be able to focus, but getting so intimate with Daddy only made me feel stronger. I took my time writing my essays and even had a little lunch date with my roommate who made jokes the entire time about one of our boring professors. Friday went by relatively quick until the last fifteen minutes of my shift at the library. I watched the clock nervously until it was six and I carefully put up the books that needed to be sorted the next day in the cart next to the front desk. I walked into the back room with ease, punched a few numbers into the computer, and grabbed my purse from the desk drawer.
I was free.
Before heading back to my dorm, I stopped by a local shop that sold a variety of toys and outfits. I had never been to a sex shop before and was shocked as I walked through the door. It wasn't dirty like most movies had depicted it and I was greeted cheerily by a little alternative woman from behind the front counter. I looked around in an attempt to drink in the amount of toys laid out around the store.
“Need help finding anything?” Asked the woman with blue hair.
I stammered nervously over my words until I found them: “Yes… Well, I need… I need to find a collar and a leash.”
The woman smiled, put down her book, and waved with her hand to follow her. She took me to an aisle not too far from the front and presented a whole shelf of collars, gags, and leashes. I was overwhelmed by the selection and smiled like I had just been presented a puppy.
“Let me know if you need help finding anything else.”
I nodded in her direction and started sifting through different colored collars and materials that I might like to wear. I tried a few on before finding a cute pink collar with ruffles and a small d-ring at the front. Triumphantly, I ran back to the front to ask if they had any outfits that would match the collar. The woman took me to a rack in the back that was covered in pink lingerie, bras, and underwear. I took my time examining each style and holding them up to my chest to size. After about thirty minutes, I took my selections to the front and paid in cash so my parents wouldn't see the charge on the card. As I left, the woman wished me luck and I flushed red as I thanked her.
I got back to my dorm room and pulled on the new lingerie outfit that I had chosen for Daddy – it was a white bra with pink bows and ruffles with a lace pair of boy shorts to match. I pulled on a plain skirt and a blouse over my lingerie and started collecting my laundry and homework for the weekend, picturing the fun that we were going to have as soon as I could get my mother out of the house. I could always buy her a gift card to see a movie, but she might get suspicious. I loaded up my car, said good bye to my roommate, and headed out towards my house.
On the way, I reflected on who I had been a year ago. I was naive then. Now I was wearing big girl clothes and having big
girl sex with someone I wouldn't have ever had sex with if I was still the same girl from back then. I felt a little more mature, but I didn't want it to get to my head. I wanted to stay as young and pure for as long as possible so I could keep my Daddy around. It occurred to me suddenly that this was potentially a temporary relationship. Daddy wouldn't be around forever. He couldn't hide his fantasy from his wife for that long, and I couldn't tip-toe around her like she was stupid. Eventually, she would catch a whiff of the mischief and start poking her nose where it didn't belong.
I sighed and pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to stare at my house before turning off the engine. I grabbed my things from the car and bustled through the door, hauling my load to my room. My mother greeted me from the bathroom as I walked by.
“Hey, sweetheart!” She called while putting a bright diamond in her ear.
“Hey, mom!” I set my things down. “Where are you off to in such a sultry outfit?”
My mother struck a pose and smiled.
“It's Karen's birthday tonight, so we're grabbing some dinner and then heading to the bar.” She grabbed her purse from the counter and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Your dad made dinner. It's in the oven. I'll see you later!”
Well, that was easy.
I watched my mother leave and ran back to my room to set everything up. I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. I shuffled wildly through my tote to find the collar I had bought earlier and set it carefully on the comforter for Daddy to find. I wanted to wear it now, but I also wanted him to put it on me. The house was so abnormally quiet that I wondered if he was even home. I listened at the door for any sort of movement or indication of his presence. His bike was out front when I pulled up, so he wasn't out for a joy ride or at the shop. I recall the excitement in my gut when he had texted me this morning saying how he was looking forward to seeing his princess later.
Me. His princess. He called me his princess. I nearly cried with joy. I hadn't belonged to anyone like this before and I was loving every minute of it.
While lost in thought, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the hallway. A voice broke the silence outside my door.
“Is that my little girl?”
A gasp escaped my lips and I smiled, covering my mouth. Before responding, I pulled my clothes off slowly to reveal the brand new lingerie underneath. I tossed my clothes aside and got on my knees, a position I had noticed on that blog. This position promised my subservience to Daddy. It showed my willingness to follow his direction and to be every bit of his fantasy as he was mine. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and bowed my head.
“Yes, Daddy. It's me.”
The door creaked open. I didn't look up. I kept my eyes lowered to my knees where my hands rested and waited for his direction. He walked towards me and silently regarded my stance and outfit. I drank the attention gratefully.
“You have done a wonderful job at pleasing Daddy.” He said. “And what's this?”
I felt him reach over my head to the bed where the collar sat in the plush blanket. Without another word, he pushed my hair away from my shoulders and wrapped it around my throat. I smiled.
“This is perfect. It suits you. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You're welcome, baby girl. Now, give me a kiss.”
As I raised my chin, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to find a readily hard cock waiting for me. I looked up at him as I took his entire member into my mouth, soaking every inch with my lips and tongue. Daddy groaned, surprised and pleased that I was kissing him in a different way. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and continued sucking the head as I stroked him. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair until he found a good chunk and tugged.
“Take it all,” he whispered. “Like I good girl.”
He forced my lips down further and I choked, trying hard not to gag on his quivering appendage. I held back the tears and took him all the way to the back of my throat while still sucking. He whispered encouraging words and stroked my head, moving with the rhythm of my lips. I could feel him twitching. I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him in and out of my mouth, determined to make him cum with my lips alone. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted him to be proud. I want him to want it so badly because I was the one who could do it right.
I looked up at him as he pumped faster, his legs tensing as he picked up rhythm and groaned. Our eyes locked and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat and spilling out of my mouth as he continued to pound my face. When he stopped moving, I lapped at the cum dripping from the head of his cock which caused him to shudder and teeter forward. He caught himself before falling.
“Good girl,” he said while panting. “A very good girl. I'll have to reward you.”
I smiled and thanked him in the way I'd become accustomed and started to stand when I heard the front door slam. Daddy and I stared at each other, frozen in our places. Cum decorated my face and his pants were on the floor. I heard my mother's voice coming up the hall, explaining she had forgotten something important like her ID or her money or her tampons or something really stupid that completely destroyed the moment we were having. Her voice neared my door and I panicked, attempting to come up with an explanation or even picturing escape plans.
But her voice faded. She went back up the hall. The door closed. Silence followed.
Daddy stroked my face with his free hand and wiped some cum from my lips.
“My dirty secret,” he whispered. “You're my dirty little secret.”
THE END
Tutor Me Too Daddy
Chapter One
I'm his dirty little secret.
Daddy told me that right before pummeling me to pieces on my bed. We had just barely escaped being discovered by my mother and the exhilaration lasted through the evening. After we finished our little play session, Daddy left me on the bed and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running in the tub. Curious, I stood from the bed and walked across the hall to see what he was doing.
“No peeking,” he said playfully as he pushed me back towards my room.
“You've been so good tonight. Don't give me a reason to punish you.”
I giggled and crawled back on to my bed, wrapping myself up in the soft comforter and hugging my bear like a good girl. I felt a bit childish around my Daddy. He was so built and tan, his tattoos decorating every inch of muscle that existed beneath his clothes. I gripped my bear thinking about how they tensed up every time he came and goose-bumps rippled across my torso. Another few minutes passed and Daddy appeared again to lift me from the bed. He carried me to the bathroom and gently placed me in the tub where he deliberately washed every bit of my body and even teased me a little.
“Why are you bathing me?” I asked while twirling bubbles around my finger.
“Every good girl deserves a treat. You've pleased me so well this past week that I wanted to give you something. Daddy can be sweet when he wants.” He winked and I blushed.
There was something absolutely magical between us then. I remember when my fantasy was merely wet dreams and hushed rub sessions hidden in the shower. Now it was a reality where my own Daddy was bathing me because I was being good. I didn't realize this could be so amazingly beautiful while also remaining intensely erotic. He slid the wash cloth over my skin again and I shivered, huddling down further into the water for warmth. Daddy took that as a signal that the bath was over and started draining the tub.
When the water was mostly gone, he lifted me and laid me out on the bed where he dried me and helped me dress for the evening. He picked out a pair of blue panties and a pink night dress that stopped at my thighs for “easy access later on,” as he described it. The comment made me blush. I was sure we wouldn't be able to do anything else tonight, but knowing he was nearby was a comfort. I couldn't reach out whenever I wanted to, but I'd still know he was there to watch me and think about me.
Suddenly
hungry, I picked at the dinner that was left in the stove and sat on the couch to watch a movie. Daddy sat next to me, lifting my legs to be placed in his lap so he could rub and squeeze them. I felt like a princess being protected by her king. I wanted to mention it, but I was afraid to ruin the moment. I stared at him instead. Daddy noticed me looking at him and turned to look back, the motion making me nervous enough to turn away and focus on the TV again. He chuckled softly and patted my thigh as if to say it was okay. We didn't talk often, but I knew we had something.
After all, I'm his princess and he's my king.
Work was rather busy this morning as we had a number of events scheduled in different areas of the library. There was a puppet show, an author signing, a new book release, and a number of meetings. Several times a month, our conference room would be rented out to corporations for their meetings. I'd watch them walk by in black pinstripe suits with shiny briefcases and expensive tablets. It must be nice living such a lavish business life.
