by Lucy Lixx
“I don’t want to disappoint you!” I cried between sobs that rocked my body to the ground where I landed on my side.
Daddy shushed me and lifted me from the floor, sensually licking away the tears that trickled down my face. The action immediately comforted me, but a few sobs still rattled my chest. I sighed heavily. What was going on with me? I had never been sensitive like this before. Another shaky sigh filled the air as Daddy carried me across the hall to my bedroom. He laid me out on the bed and told me to wait a moment as he left the room to gather some things. After a few minutes, he came back with a wash cloth and a bowl full of warm water and bubbles. He set the items on the bedside table and started to peel my sun dress from my body, carefully setting it on my hamper.
“What’s this?” I asked, sniffles still shaking my body.
“I’ve come to clean you because I want you to know how much I care about you,” he responded while dipping the wash cloth in the bowl. “Just because you share my love doesn’t mean you have less of it.”
Daddy’s words were so comforting that I relaxed back into my pillows and allowed him to run the warm cloth all over my body. He started with my face and made sure to scrub away all the cum and tears while gently rubbing my stomach with his free hand. A contented sigh left my lips and I smiled. It was so relaxing to be sponge-bathed which I found to be surprisingly arousing as well. The warm water soaked my skin down to my bones, putting me into such a pleasant mood that I couldn’t help but moan while Daddy scrubbed every inch of my shining skin.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” He asked while sliding the cloth over my legs.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels amazing.” I responded.
I relaxed further into my cushions and didn’t worry about anything else except the gentle feeling of his hands working to massage every muscle of my body. I hadn’t realized I had so many knots, especially since I had quit working the convenience store. I used to have all manner of wild knots in my shoulders, but Daddy was working them all out and I didn’t have to worry about being sore like that again. When he was finished, he patted me dry with a towel and kissed my forehead.
“Now, you change and get some sleep, okay?” He said while gathering the bowl and cloth.
“May I watch TV after I change?” I asked in my sweetest voice.
Daddy smiled and leaned down to kiss me again before saying, “Yes, but only for an hour or so. I don’t want you to lose sleep tonight and miss class in the morning.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Another kiss landed on my lips and I lovingly pressed into his mouth, savoring every bit of his sweet taste before he had to leave for the evening. I knew he was about to go shower and climb into bed where my mother would meet him and I would likely have to listen to them bang again. My stomach twisted into a knot. I didn’t want him to go, but keeping him would surely blow our cover and this wasn’t something I was prepared to lose. I was too attached at this point.
Daddy left and I stood to change, stretching briefly to get my blood flowing through my muscles again. As I went through my drawers to find a comfortable nightie, I heard some muffled conversation through the wall to my parent’s room. I stepped quietly across the carpet and pressed my ear to the wall, careful not to bang against any furniture to give away my snooping position. It sounded like Daddy and my mother were arguing rather passionately about something that I couldn’t figure out. I prayed hard that it had nothing to do with me.
As their voices grew, I became incredibly upset and began to think of ways I could possibly steal Daddy away from this mess. Maybe he could leave my mother, take me with him, and we could move across town closer to the university I attended. I didn’t want him being treated like this, especially not on my behalf. How dare she talk to my Daddy that way, I thought. I should show her what it really feels like to be betrayed. If I could show her how it feels, maybe it would make me feel better. My mother had to pay, but how could I go about punishing her?
My brain abuzz with ideas, I climbed into my bed and turned on the TV to drown out the sound of them yelling. It was getting to a point where it was drawing tears from my eyes, tears that had been so beautifully wiped away an hour before. I tried to concentrate on the pictures in front of me to no avail.
Sooner or later, she would have to pay and I would be the one to make her pay.
After planning my revenge for a good twenty minutes, I felt satisfied enough to start drifting to sleep when I heard the sounds of squeaking coming from next door.
No way.
There was no way they were making up after such a vigorous fight, especially with the amazing plan I had set in place. Upset, I tossed my teddy bear across the room – a very fluffy one that Daddy had brought home the other day – and crossed my arms over my chest in contempt. How could I make Daddy want to leave her when he’s already made up with her? I tried to remind myself of what Daddy had said earlier: “Just because you share my love doesn’t mean you have less of it.” I suppose it was true, but I still didn’t fully comprehend what that meant. I knew he loved me, but how did he also love her?
Sick of my cycling thoughts running amuck on my emotions, I curled up hard into my pillows and tried to push the sound of them banging out of my head. I pictured Daddy and imagined him pushing himself into my pussy in the middle of the night as I slept like he had so many times before. I focused on his hands and his cock and pretended those squeaking noises were coming from me. I knew he was thinking about me, too. I knew because he had told me so. That particular thought provided temporary relief and I slipped into a state of temporary slumber.
Chapter Six
The next day, I tried to think of a million ways I could possibly steal Daddy away from my mother in order to make her pay for being so rude and selfish. Every plan failed to meet expectations and I knew I wouldn’t be able to bribe him. In this situation he had every bit of power and sway. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do to make him want to leave other than being better at everything including sex and obedience. I would be so good that he wouldn’t be able to say no.
While I was at school, I thought about how I could truly seduce my Daddy. I knew I already had him by his loins because of how hard I made him, but what would make him shake to the core and want to give me everything? As I pictured a few scenes in my head, one struck me as incredibly steamy and daring. It would prove how much I was willing to sacrifice and he would just have to say yes. There was no way this plan could fail. I was sure of it.
I arrived home later in the afternoon and quickly ran upstairs to change into one of the dresses Daddy had bought for me. It was a purple sun dress with bright yellow bows and a large rose design on the skirt. He wouldn’t be able to resist me in this gorgeous outfit, especially since it didn’t require a bra. I opted out of panties and put on a little make-up while dinner was being prepared. After pulling my image together, I sat and waited at my desk like a good girl to be called for dinner.
Even though I was aching to have my thighs pounded, I composed myself and sat through the boring conversation my parents were having at the table. We were eating spaghetti with chicken and garlic bread, one of my favorite meals, and I found it easy to get lost in the delicious taste of my food. I even felt confident enough to compliment my mother’s cooking which made my stomach turn a bit as she smiled. I didn’t want to be that nice to her, but I had to if my plan was going to work. If I gave an attitude in any way, she would surely pull Daddy upstairs to screw her frustration away. I couldn’t let that happen.
I carefully chewed my food and swallowed without much difficulty, nodding and smiling at the conversation as if I was paying attention. My parents stood to clear the table and I dutifully followed to wash dishes, my heart picking up a beat as my Daddy stood next to me to help me clean.
“I’m so glad you two are getting along,” my mother commented. “Why don’t you finish up while I work upstairs? I have to get these things done before midnight and I can’t be disturbed.”
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bsp; It was perfect. Daddy and I agreed with my mother and assured her we wouldn’t bother her. I hoped she didn’t need to come down for anything and I watched to make sure that she completely closed the office door. Once she was tucked away in her little nook, I turned and pushed Daddy down into his usual seat at the table. Shock and delight filled his face and he craned his neck to look out into the hall. Satisfied to see confirmation that my mother was out of sight, he turned back to me with a huge grin.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked.
“I’m showing you how good I can really be,” I said, climbing on top of him.
“And how much better I can please you than her.”
Before he could protest my statement, I pressed my lips to his and started grinding immediately, eliciting his cock to stand with the simple roll of my hips. Filled with utter desire, Daddy wrapped his arms around my waist and dipped his tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. His hands started to wander, but I stopped them and forced him to feel me grind for as long as he could stand. I was going to tease him like crazy for being so soft on my mother.
I stood when I felt him tense to keep him from cumming through his jeans and then pulled up my dress. When he reached for my soaked lips, I swatted his hand and tucked two fingers up inside me to show him how horny I was. He groaned, his face twisting with pain at the sight of me touching myself. I knew he wanted to taste my fingers. I was going to make him want it so much that he would just have to take it.
“Baby girl, why are you teasing me?” He asked, undoing the buttons of his jeans.
“I want you to want me more than ever,” I replied. “So much that it hurts.”
He groaned and nodded. I could see his desire intensifying, the lust building steadily as I stepped over to the chair and pulled his cock out of his boxers in one swift motion. I held it steadily for a moment, waiting for him to twitch a few times before stroking it with a sly smile on my face. Once Daddy was fully erect, I mounted him and gradually pushed him between my lips that quivered at the touch of his head against them. Slowly, I started to bounce on his lap while carefully balancing myself with his shoulders. He held my waist to keep me from falling and to help me slide up and down.
“We could get caught…” he whispered.
“That’s the point.”
Daddy groaned in response to my statement and buried his face into my bosom, his cock rock hard inside my juicy pussy. As his body surged into mine, I continued to roll my hips and to plant sweet kisses on his lips, daring him with whispers to make a sound any louder than what we were already making. As his face started to contort again, I bounced harder and bit into his lip to make him moan. I almost wanted us to get caught. It might cause a divorce and then Daddy would have to choose me.
I smiled as Daddy uncontrollably groaned into my neck, his hot breath making me sweat. After a few hard pumps, he slumped with relief into his chair and drunkenly opened his eyes. I had him. I just showed him I could be a big girl by taking him in the middle of the kitchen while my mother was upstairs. We could have been caught, but I didn’t care. I knew it was incredibly hot for my Daddy to feel so pleased in a space we had never had sex before, especially with the potential to be seen.
Satisfied, Daddy kissed me deeply and pulled me in close. His body was still shaking beneath me and I was beside myself with pleasure. After another kiss, I dismounted and bent over in front of him which prompted a gentle spank from Daddy’s hand. I turned and smiled, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. He’s mine now and I wouldn’t ever let him go.
THE END
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Naughty British Brat
Chapter One
It’s 4AM! Although she hasn’t ever needed to hit the snooze button before, Sophie finds herself having hit it three times this morning before she pulled herself out of bed. Having arrived in the states a few days ago, she isn’t jetlagged, but the time difference between London and America is enough to make her feel a little unsettled.
Sophie, a 20 year old, redheaded British exchange student, with the palest green eyes and the palest white skin, is up now, and after pulling her tights over her long legs, and then over her firm backside she smiles, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The perfection of her derriere catches her by surprise as usual, and after she admires the svelteness of her body perhaps a moment too long, she knows that she must leave.
Pulling a sweater over herself, covering her almost too perfect breasts, she heads out of her MIT apartment, her home for this year. She is one of three exchange students, and one of the perks of being a senior exchange student is that, if they were available, you could get a private apartment on campus. Sophie got the last one.
She exits her apartment building and gets her bearings. After checking and rechecking her online map, she figures out where the track field is, and makes her way there in a light trot. She has only been here two days so it is completely understandable that she doesn’t yet know where everything is. About 10 minutes later she is under the bleachers, having taken an unexpected shortcut not on the map.
But at least she is here, and she can do her standard-clear-your-head morning run, last done five days ago when she was still in London, and very necessary today, with it being her first full day of lectures.
Massachusetts wasn’t her first choice, but MIT offered a great renewable energy program that she wanted to be a part of, for a year at least. And since it had always been her dream to study in the US, when the MIT opportunity presented itself, Sophie grabbed it with both hands. She was an obvious choice for the program too, her intellect surpassed only by her incredible good looks.
Sophie didn’t look like a nerd though, by any standards. She looked more like the centerfold from one of those taboo magazines that most men wouldn’t admit to having under their beds. The good thing about her though is that she really didn’t seem to know it. Or if she did, it really wasn’t her calling card in any of her social interactions. She was very attractive, no doubt. But she never forced her attractiveness down your throat the way you would expect someone with such striking beauty to do.
Humility as well as a certain regal air, without being pretentious, add to the attraction of Sophie. And needless to say, many a male student, and some females, noticed her at orientation, and they must have already made several mental notes to make a move. She knew why she was here though, and it certainly wasn’t to get involved in any sort of relationship that would last only a year and then be done when she had to go back to England. Such complications didn’t appeal in any way to the savvy 20 year old.
She stretched on the bleachers for about ten minutes, looking around her at the vast emptiness of the track. There was one solitary form on the far end, and if Sophie timed it right, she would be able to say good morning to him on her second lap. She was just a nice girl and made a point of making everybody feel more than a little special. She really didn’t care whether you were a janitor or a lunch lady, grounds maintenance worker or a plumber. Her philosophy was simple: everyone was somebody to somebody!
As she approached the man in the grey coveralls, his figure illuminated by the bright floodlights that still lit the track, she noticed that he was very tall. He was almost too tall, and she was suddenly nervous about greeting him and taking his attention away from sweeping the track, something she would later look back on, and it still not make sense. He seemed out of place.
“Why would a statuesque man like him be sweeping a track?
When she gets close to him though he looks up suddenly and she doesn’t know what to do. Should she greet him and just keep on running, or should she stop and strike up a real conversation. Both of these would be easy for her to do, but she cannot really read his face so she isn’t sure which scenario would make him uncomfortable. She knew from her school back in London that maintenance staff tended to keep to th
emselves, and they only spoke to students when said student had locked themselves out of their dorm and needed help.
“Good morning,” the dark waterfall of a man says suddenly and Sophie stops dead in her tracks.
“Good morning to you sir,” she says, not really breathless because she hasn’t even started to work up a sweat.
“Sir? You are definitely not from around these parts Miss…” he says, looking away. Sophie thinks that she might have embarrassed him by calling him sir, but he was obviously older than her so this seemed more than a little appropriate, regardless of his vocation.
“London, England,” she says, walking up to him now just because she is really curious as to just how tall he really is.
“Kingston, Jamaica,” he says, reaching out a hand to her as she suddenly places the accent. She and a couple of girlfriends had gone to Jamaica last summer, a girls retreat, and the one thing she walked away from that trip with was how thick and heavy the Jamaican accent was. It was instantly recognizable, whether you were in Kingston, London, or Cambridge Massachusetts.
“I’m Sophie,” she says, smiling as her tiny hand is enveloped in his gigantic one.
“Jamal,” comes the response, his voice deep and rounded, like a river of melted dark chocolate. Actually, Sophie thought as he shook her hand gently, he looked like a towering dark chocolate river, smooth skin and a perfectly matte complexion. She needed to get back to her run, and shake her head of the thoughts that crept into her head suddenly and without invitation. She could have no such thoughts, not of Jamal, or of anybody. She was just here for a year, and the last thing she needed was the complexity of a one-night-stand, especially since she was still a virgin