Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

"Show me," he said, leaning back. His cock was tenting his trousers now and the sight of it made my mouth water.

"Daddy!" I said again, acting shy, but I slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my skirt so he could see while I spread my lips. My pussy was still wet and swollen from Kali's sweet little tongue and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my clit, moaning as I remembered.

"Good girl," he murmured, and I watched as his hand moved over his trousers, rubbing at his erection. "Have you ever let anyone put anything inside of you?"

"No," I whispered, rubbing myself faster now. "But sometimes… oh Daddy…" I moaned, sliding a finger into my pussy.

"Sometimes…" he encouraged, his eyes focused on the motion between my legs.

"Sometimes I imagine… a great big cock…" the slippery wet noises increased as I slid another finger in.

"That's very naughty," he said, and I could see his hand tracing the outline of his cock.

"I know," I said, blushing. "Sometimes I even imagine…" I met his eyes, my breath coming fast, lost in the fantasy. "I even imagine your cock, Daddy."

He groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. "Do you want to see Daddy's cock, baby?"

"Yesssss," I purred, my eyes glued between his legs. "Please, Daddy."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand to me. I knelt between his legs as he freed his cock. It was rock hard and he pointed it toward me. "Have you ever touched one before?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, looking at his cock, fascinated. "Can I touch it?"

"Yes," he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around him. He made a little noise when I rubbed my fingers over the tip. "Ohhhh that's good."

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" I asked, watching his face.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes half closed. "You make Daddy feel so good, baby."

His hand moved over mine as he started to stroke it, up and down the shaft.

I took over the motion. "Like this?" I breathed.

He groaned, nodding. "Yeah, baby. A little faster." I pumped him faster, my breath matching his, coming in short gasps. My pussy was soaking wet and I found myself completely absorbed in the fantasy.

"Is that good?" I whispered, watching his eyes.

"You're very good," he murmured, running a hand through my hair. "You know what would make Daddy feel even better?"

I shook my head, watching the tip of his cock getting wet with pre-cum. He was liking this as much as I was, and that was such a turn-on.

"Would you kiss it?" he asked, and I stopped stroking him, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Kiss it?" I cocked my head, biting my lip.

"Please, baby," he murmured, pulling my head closer. "Just put your mouth on it."

"But… Daddy…" I said, close enough that I could feel the heat of his shaft against my cheek. I put a gentle kiss on the tip and he shivered and groaned. Encouraged by his response, I kissed it again, longer and a little harder, and was rewarded by his moan..

"Now, lick it, baby," he said, pressing me toward his cock. I reached my tongue out and lapped at the tip, all around the head. "Yeahhh, that's a good girl… just like an ice cream cone."

"Mmmmm!" I licked all down his shaft, even over his balls, making him squirm and tighten his grip in my hair.

"I like it, Daddy," I told him, making my tongue flat and licking him from base to tip.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes half-closed as he watched me. "Now, Daddy wants you to suck it."

I stopped licking him, my eyes wide.

"Just like a lollipop, baby girl," he murmured, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. "Yeahhhhhhh! That's it!" I took him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could into my throat. I choked a little on the length of him and that made him groan.

"Don't stop," he murmured, and I could feel his hand reaching underneath my blouse, rubbing his fingers over the soft cup of my breast. I moaned around him when he tweaked my nipples. "Suck it good and long, baby."

I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking more and more of him with every stroke. He was grunting and thrusting up hard into my throat, making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept me there, my eyes watering, gasping for breath. Finally, he pulled me away, and I could see my saliva dripping down his shaft, over his balls.

"Fuck," he moaned, catching his breath. "You are a very, very, very naughty girl."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, and I could feel my pussy dripping, my thighs soaked, my panties still twisted around my legs.

"Is that what you've been thinking about doing with boys?" he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand. I nodded, my eyes wide.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Come here," he said, pulling me into his lap. He bent me over his knees and I squealed as he pulled up my skirt, tugging my panties down even further. "Naughty girls deserve spankings."

"Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand come down hard against my ass. I flushed, feeling immediately young, ashamed. "Oh, Daddy! Please!"

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, smacking me again. I whimpered.

"Yes, Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand coming down again and again. "Oh yes, I promise!"

"Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?"

My bottom stung, and I winced. "Yes, yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Please, anything!"

His hand moved over my behind, caressing my ass, cool and soothing against the heat of my skin. "You have a pretty little pussy, Tara." His voice was low and full of lust.

"You've never had a boy put his cock in you?" he asked, and I could feel his fingers probing my lips. I flushed, still panting from my spanking.

"No, Daddy," I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.

"Don't lie to me," he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. "I can tell."

"I swear," I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.

"Let me see," he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. "Stand up."

I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.

"Turn around," he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. "Bend over."

Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.

"You're lying," he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.

"You're not a virgin," he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. "Did you have a boy's cock in here, Tara?"

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned again, shaking my head. "No, no…"

His hand, slapping my ass again. "Don't lie to me!"

"Yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Yes, yes!"

"Did you like it?" he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. "Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?"

"Y-yes!" I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.

"Tell me," he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. "Tell me what a naughty slut you are."

"Oooohhh, Daddy!" I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. "Oh God, yes, yes, I'm such a naughty little slut-I'm Daddy's dirty little girl!"

He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.