by S. L. Finlay
But he wouldn't, he was back to setting the rules again. "I can't sweetheart." He told me, "I just can't do this to you."
"But, I want it!" I protested and my Daddy shook his head, "I won't do it." He told me.
"Why not? Isn't this why we are here?" I really was Daddy's bratty little girl then.
He didn't allow me to get away with it though, He got on top of me and into my face he told me, "Daddy said no, baby girl. Do you want to question Daddy?"
That stopped me in my tracks, "Well, no Daddy. I am sorry." I said, my voice weak.
His face, which had just been angry was suddenly okay. He took me in his arms then and held me close, "I am sorry baby girl. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just worry."
I nodded into his neck. "That's okay Daddy. It's for the best." I told him.
I knew it was true: I couldn't have sex with him when I was so sore and had just been bleeding, I needed to give my body a rest. We could have sex properly later, like I knew he would want to. Right now we could kiss, we could touch. We could explore. We had all afternoon.
Daddy spent the afternoon teasing me, giving me orgasms and allowing me to explore his body with my mouth. I discovered I loved it when he pulled my hair when I was sucking his cock, and I loved it when he was rough with me. It made me feel so slutty and naughty.
Being Daddy's little slut was hot, being his good little slut even more so.
When he told me I was a good girl, it made me swoon, so I kept doing things I knew would please him just so I could swoon all over him when he said 'good girl'.
Something I quickly learned he liked was when I deep throated his cock. It wasn't easy to accomplish at first, but the more I practiced throughout the afternoon, the more I enjoyed doing it. After a few hours of fooling around, when Daddy gave me a bunch of orgasms and I practiced my hand and head job giving skills.
One of the times when I was doing some much needed blow job practice, I looked up at Daddy with a big grin on my face and asked, "Do you want to try again?"
My pussy felt sore, but I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to feel him inside me for more than thirty seconds as the blood came.
This time he had me lay down on the bed and he kissed me while he pushed his fingers inside me. It felt so wonderful after he'd made me cum and cum to have his fingers inside me that I lost myself to the kisses.
I had lost myself so much to the kisses and the heady pleasure of everything, that I didn't notice he was going to enter me until he was actually entering me.
It still hurt this time but it also felt good. He was slow, but with every thrust he would give me a little bit more of his cock, and a little bit more, and a little bit more until finally, I was being stuffed full of his cock thrust after thrust.
By that point, I wasn't feeling sore, I mostly just felt stretched out and pleased that I could take so much of him.
Daddy had been so restrained with me and had given me the time I needed to stretch to accommodate him that now all I had was a bunch of great feelings as he thrust into me. He would thrust and I would moan.
Sex wasn't like anything I could have imagined. I had heard so much about it, but there is nothing like experiencing something. There will never be anything like the first time Billy thrust into me, or the look he got on his face when I called him 'Daddy' in bed, like when I asked if 'Daddy would like me to swallow' or if 'Daddy liked that tight pussy'. Of course he loved every moment of everything we were doing and he was happy. I was also happy. I couldn't believe how turned on I had been by all this, or how turned on he was.
We had both wanted to be together physically for a long time, and when it actually happened it was like nothing I had experienced to date.
If there was nothing like the sex, there was nothing like the finish.
We had been thrusting for a while, me moaning under him and his fingers making expert circles of my clit with his strong fingers. Daddy had made me cum so many times I almost wanted to beg him to stop, but everything felt so good, and he looked so happy, that I didn't.
I just lay under him, moaning. Imprisoned in my body by my own desire. We more he touched, the more I moaned. We were both growing close to orgasm. I could see it in the way he his face looked and as he looked down at me he could see it in me too.
As had happened before, we both were getting off on getting the other one off and as I grew close to my own orgasm, I wanted to hold off so we could cum together, then I felt it.
He was cumming inside me.
It was like an explosion, and teamed with the moans issued from his throat it was enough to push me over the edge. As he came, I came. Our two orgasms, indistinguishable for a time before we both relaxed together, still joined at the pelvis.
We kissed and he moaned slightly into my mouth.
"I love you baby." He told me while gazing into my eyes.
"I love you too Daddy." I said before giggling and adding, "Or Billy." Remembering I only really had to call him Daddy at play time.
He sunk into me as he delivered one sweet kiss to show me exactly how he felt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
We had the whole weekend ahead of us, but after we'd made love for the first time all I wanted to do was hold Billy, and be held by him. Being in his strong arms felt safe, I felt protected. I felt as if nothing remotely bad could ever happen to me. I was happy and warm.
After we'd had sex and I had called him 'Daddy' throughout I smiled to myself in its afterglow. This felt so normal, and so right. It didn't feel odd or inappropriate at all like I thought it would. Some people called their partner 'baby' and never thought anything of it, the taboo around the term 'daddy' had been so big for me, but once I had started using it for myself in a way that felt most natural to both of us, it felt okay.
I could call him Daddy during our play time, and then call him by his name when we were in front of other people as he had requested without any problems.
The other things that he had requested though, and that he had told me about before we took off for this weekend together were something else entirely. I had reluctantly agreed because I knew this would all make him very happy, but I was a little frightened.
Billy being my daddy was something that happened all the time – even if I only called him that in bed – because he was my 'all the time daddy' he would behave like it, at least when we weren't at the ranch.
This meant that when I was naughty he would punish me. He called it 'domestic discipline' and told me that many people in the South still disciplined their wives and children, so it wouldn't seem so strange if we were ever overheard, however, it was too much to do in our workplace so he wouldn't do it at the ranch.
Basically for this domestic discipline, I had to agree to a set of rules, then if I disobeyed a rule I would be punished. The rules were all set out by my daddy and agreed to by me, the little girl. Billy told me that this was a first draft but over time more rules would come into play as we dove further and further into the relationship and into one another.
The rules I was supposed to follow from this weekend onwards were:
1.Baby girl must always follow Daddy's orders to the best of her ability unless those orders will cause her, her Daddy or others emotional, psychological or physical harm.
2.Baby girl must always be honest with her Daddy.
3.Baby girl must not swear.
4.Baby girl is not to have romantic or sexual interactions with others without Daddy's permission.
5.Baby girl must behave in a way befitting a little lady at all times.
If I broke a rule, Daddy would punish me. The naughtier I was, the more I was punished. I would get used to it he said. He said that in no time at all, I would be behaving so much better than I had before to avoid punishments.
But the idea of not being allowed to swear (I loved swearing!) and behaving like a lady were both things I couldn't abide. I wanted to behave however I behaved, to get away with doing whatever I liked. I didn't want to be tol
d no.
"What sort of punishments will there be?" I asked Billy when he laid out the rules for me to agree to.
I swore I saw something behind Billy's eyes for a moment before he told me, "They won't be too harsh."
Those words didn't fill me with confidence so I swallowed before asking again, "What will the punishments be for broken rules?"
"It depends on the severity of the broken rule." He told me and I looked at the rules. I understood that. Of course if I went on dates with other men, he would likely leave me. Whereas if I swore, I would likely get to see what this domestic discipline was.
So I asked, "What do you mean by domestic discipline when you say it? That's what I'll get for swearing, isn't it?"
Billy nodded, his face unreadable. "It is."
I swallowed as I looked into his eyes. He stared back at me for a moment before telling me, "You will get a spanking." He sounded aroused as he said it which didn't help to alleviate my fears at all. I felt more anxious because of how he had said that rather than less anxious.
"You'll enjoy it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Billy grinned then and gave me a wink. "Sure will!"
I let out a nervous laugh before asking, "But what if I don't like it?"
"It's a punishment. You're not supposed to like it." He told me, in a voice that invited no further questions.
As we lay there in the afterglow of my losing my virginity and I thought it all over though, I wondered about what the rest of the weekend together would be like.
Would I be naughty? Would I get myself punished?
But right then, Billy moved to give me a kiss on the lips. His kisses were wonderful and when he kissed me, I couldn't think of anything but how it felt to have his lips on mine and how it felt to drift off on a happy little cloud.
That's what it was like to be with him, I would simply zone out and be happy. I would float away and smile. There wasn't anything like it in the world.
As he kissed me his hands explored my body, which lay bare on the bed. His touch was firm and possessive and made me want to do as I was told right away. I didn't want to challenge, I only wanted to please him.
I wanted to try something else new, something I had never tried before.
"Daddy?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
"Yes, baby girl?" Daddy asked, inviting me to go on.
"Daddy.... I want to try, something..." I began, unsure how to ask for what I wanted.
"What is it baby girl?" She asked.
I took a deep breath and told him, while staring him straight in the eye, "Daddy, I want to suck your cock."
His face went from a questioning face to one of excitement in half a second. The idea of my lips wrapped tightly around his cock turned him on.
"I want to do it," I began, "But I don't' know how. Can you give me some guidance?" I had been exploring the rest of his body with my mouth and hands, but I had not gotten to taste the part that I most wanted to. The idea of sucking Daddy's cock was intoxicating.
Daddy didn't say anything, he merely smiled at me and gave me a little nod.
We kissed again a few more times before I started kissing my way down his body.
Daddy was on his back as I drew closer to his hard cock. I gave it a little lick and tasted something there, so followed that little lick with a few more around the head. He was looking down at me and I up at him as I realised that I had tasted myself. I took a few more licks then. His cock tasted great.
Lick after lick after lick meant that I was tasting this great cock and in no time at all, I felt ready to take it into my mouth. I began sucking. I was sucking hard on his cock, as if I was trying to suck something out of him. I smiled around his cock as that thought danced inside my mind. Sucking his stiff cock I imagined sucking the cum right out of him.
He watched. I sucked. I sighed onto his cock. I moaned, I explored with my mouth.
Giving head was something I had never known if I would like it. It was something that I had heard plenty of mixed things about from other girls, but as I sucked my Daddy's cock for the first time all I could think was how wonderful this was, and how much I needed it. It was a turn on, that was for sure!
Sucking cock was great. I wondered about what his cum would taste like. I had already tasted my own cum on his shaft and was into that, but again, all the girls who I had ever spoken to about giving head always said how gross a man's cum tasted.
There was even this face they made when they talked about it, that let me know how they really, really hated it. They weren't just saying that to seem like good girls.
But good girls swallowed their Daddy's cum, I was sure of it. I was sure Daddy would think I was his good little girl if I finished him off this way.
I was going to swallow everything he gave me. I would work as hard as I could to please him.
That being said though, I felt very unsure of myself. Everything I did was a bit random. I had seen some porn and was imitating what I had seen. I was muddling through and trying to read his reactions. When I read one that said he was enjoying whatever I was doing I would take note of whatever I had been doing then try to do it again. I kept doing this for a while and got better at pleasing my Daddy that way.
Then, after a while, I remembered something I had read in one of the teen magazines we girls turn to when we're too young to know any better.
The magazine had talked about how if you were unsure about your head giving technique, you could offer your partner your hand, and they could suck one of your fingers like they wanted you to suck their cock.
I pulled Daddy's cock from my mouth then with a pop as I looked up at him. "Daddy?" I asked.
Although we had been looking into one another's eyes while I sucked him off, now he had thrown back his head and been moaning.
I smiled up at him as his head snapped back to look down at me, "Yes baby girl?" He asked.
"I want to try something different, so I can learn." I started.
Daddy had given me tips here and there and now he told me, "You're very good, you don't really need help."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
He nodded, "Yes, I am sure."
"But, I have this idea I want to try..." I began.
I sensed a lack of patience from Daddy but he nodded anyway, "Okay. What is it?" He asked.
I explained to him that he could use one of my fingers to show me how he wanted me to suck. At this, Daddy chuckled. "You really don't need it." He told me.
Shaking my head, I refused to believe him. "I am only new at this. I can't be very good!" I protested.
Daddy consented to this anyway and told me, "You are great, but if this makes you feel better, I'll do it."
Daddy moved so he could take two of my fingers – the first and second finger – into his mouth. As I sucked, he sucked.
I was imitating his movements when I realised this was almost exactly what I had been doing. I broke away again with another loud pop as Daddy's cock came out of my mouth.
"Hey Daddy! You're cheating!" I protested.
Daddy removed my fingers with his hand gently and told me, "I said your cock sucking skills were good, didn't I?"
There was a moment where our eyes met and I understood: It didn't matter to him how my skills were, it mattered to him that we were doing this together, that he was playing with me. When I realised that, and the sweetness of it, I almost wanted to cry.
Instead I kissed him.
We kissed for a while until he broke the kiss and told me to lay on my back.
I lay on my back on the bed and Daddy took a position kneeling beside me. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I tasted it again. There was a bit of pre-cum there this time and I licked it up.
Daddy thrusted into my mouth then. I kept my eyes on his as his cock pushed its way down my mouth and past my tonsils. It felt hot to be used, even as I had to work hard to keep myself from gagging. Good girls keep their mouths ready for their Daddy's use at all times.
I di
dn't need Daddy's rules to have fun, I had plenty of my own.
But then, did all of these rules I had in my head about what it took to be a good girl actually fall under rule number five where I was supposed to behave like a good little lady at all times?
As I thought about Daddy's rules I almost wanted to laugh, but my mouth was full and I was struggling with my gag reflex.
Daddy was using my mouth in earnest then. Thrusting into it he seemed more frenzied than ever. It was as if he had crossed some boundary between actually caring what I felt, and perhaps caring about me at all. In that moment I was Daddy's little sex toy and it turned me on. He was fucking my mouth mercilessly to get off. He was thrusting into it and moaning. His moans and grunts sounded like that of a wild animal, not of a man getting off with his girlfriend.
He was close, of that I was sure. But this was unlike it had been before when we had sex. This was all about him, and about him getting off. I wanted that. I wanted every moment of this pure use and abuse of my little mouth. I wanted to be the receptacle for his seed, and nothing else in that moment.
And I wasn't disappointed as he came. He seemed to be cumming more and harder into my mouth than he had into my pussy. There was so much that I didn't feel like I could swallow it all. Then, after shooting half his cum into my mouth, he moved so he would be shooting some of it down my throat too.
He was cumming into my throat and I didn't have a chance to swallow it, it all just went straight down.
What was in my mouth though I swallowed as quickly as I could and when Daddy was finished cumming I moved so I could take as much of it in my mouth as I could.
I sucked on the head and swallowed. I swallowed all the cum left on his cock then just kept sucking. Sucking cock was hot in its own right, I had decided. It didn't matter if I knew there would be a load of hot cum soon or not.
Daddy couldn't take it though. His cock was so sensitive after he had cum so he pulled it from my mouth. "That's enough girl." He told me.
I felt hungry for more, but pleased too because I had pleased Daddy so much.
After he came, Daddy cuddled close to me.