Daddy's Girl Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Daddy's Girl Pt. 02 by Rbwriter,Rbwriter 02.

Confessions

Both of them were quite sticky at that point, so he urged her to climb out of his lap and they hurried into the bathroom. It was a spacious place, done in white tile. Once upon a time, she’d marveled at the size of the master bathroom as some unattainable luxury, like a place she wasn’t truly meant to enter. Now she was inside of it with the man she’d dreamt about for years–in a small way, it was her bathroom for that night, at least.

Daddy turned on the water and for a moment, used the detachable head to rinse her body clean of his seed. She shivered in spite of the hot spray. “N-now what, Daddy?”

“Now I’m going to take care of you properly.” Daddy stepped into the shower, shutting the door behind him. They were closed in together, and Bree was somehow even more aware of her nakedness when standing next to him. He took down a bottle of liquid soap, squeezed it into his hands, and began to wash her cum-stained body with it.

For a few moments they were quiet, soaking in each other’s presence. Bree felt both uncomfortable and yet, strangely, totally at ease with him. They were both naked now. They were equally uncovered and vulnerable in front of each other. If she could just concentrate, and his fingers would stop stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples, sliding between her legs–

“Baby.”

“Hm? What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin before?”

Bree had to focus, to take a calming breath. “Because I’ve never told anybody that, Daddy.” She raised her arms as directed and didn’t struggle as his slippery hands swirled over her stomach and breasts; her nipples tightened, and she took a breath when he gently pulled at them with his fingers. “I… I lied about sleeping with a guy during a party last year. Even Jenny doesn’t know.”

“It would’ve been okay if you told me.” His voice was soft, even gentle.

“I couldn’t–not before this. And, now you know.” She was directed to turn around and faced the water spray as he rinsed her off while standing behind her. Bree closed her eyes when she felt his body press against hers; the feel of his warm body, his slick chest and spent cock against her back and ass made her take a deep breath. “I didn’t want anybody else to take my virginity. I always wanted it to be you.”

“Even if I never took the chance?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” Bree watched him fetch more things, felt his hands on her flesh again. He was just as thorough with her backside as her front, and took special attention with her slender neck, her smooth back, the cleft of her ass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt his fingertips toying with the tight pucker of her asshole; she bit her lip as he teased it, gently pressing against the ring of muscle.

Just as she began to whimper, he stopped and rinsed her off, sliding his loving hands across her flesh, feeling every inch of her. He turned her around again and gently dipped her head under the water to soak it. “Are you going to wash all of me?” she asked, looking up at his face.

“Is that a problem?” Daddy raised an eyebrow and she heard some of that firm tone return.

Immediately, Bree felt herself regress and soften again. “No, Daddy,” she answered, her voice going smaller and subservient again, the way he liked it.

Daddy shampooed her hair and made sure it was thoroughly rinsed after. He even mixed conditioner in next, which would take a few minutes before needing to be cleaned. While she watched, he lathered himself up next and washed his cum away; she watched it slide in lines down his tummy, over his thighs. She stared at his nude cock, nearly-hairless and thick. Her mouth started to water, and that didn’t even make sense–she’d never sucked a man off before. Bree didn’t know anything about pleasing a man but for what Daddy had taught her, and already she wanted to know so much more.

Daddy took her hand and removed the shower head again, urging her down to the floor. “Sit down and open your legs.”

Bree blinked. She knew Jenny shaved, but Bree never had. “What?” When he gave her the look again, she raised her hands in surrender. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she echoed, carefully taking a seat in the corner of the shower. Her face was still burning, but she convinced herself that was just the heat of the room and from his presence.

When she saw him bend down with a can of shaving foam and a disposable razor, Bree bit her lip as her heart started racing again. The foam smelled of fruit, and he laid it on thick between her legs, making her nipples ache as she felt his fingers caressing the tight folds of her kitty. The sensation of the razor sliding across her skin was equally disconcerting and arousing while watching his large, strong hands do their work. As he carefully began removing her curls, bit by bit, Bree felt more and more naked by the second. She held her breath as he worked, trying not to tremble.

“If you keep that up, you’re likely to pass out,” Daddy said.

Bree gave a tiny, frantic laugh. “Sorry. I’ve never done this before.”

“First time for everything,” he answered. Daddy had a faint smile on his face.

“Do you like when girls are shaved?”

“Do I like it when my girls are shaved?”

The way he phrased the question almost took her breath away. “Am I your girl now, Daddy?”

“Yes. For tonight, you are. After tonight…we’ll see.”

Bree felt hot all over, but now she liked it. As more and more of the curls were removed, there was only soft, brown skin left behind. Daddy was thorough, to the point where Bree was on her back and he carefully scraped the bit of curls around her asshole away. “Daddy…”

“Just a little longer, kitten.”

Bree audibly whimpered at yet another pet name; each of them made it feel like he was breaking off a small part of her, remaking and remolding her into something new. That she liked it was the hardest part to handle, and she knew it wasn’t just the shower making her wet.

Daddy ran a fingertip across the entire cleft of her ass and pussy, from back to front; she didn’t feel so much as a follicle. Bent in half, exposed and wide open, Bree’s eyelids fluttered and she felt something close to a tiny climax, a rush of heat in her belly as her naked, hairless holes clenched and spasmed for him. It should’ve been humiliating, but Bree had never been so fucking turned on in her entire life.

When he was done, Daddy looked at her as he rinsed the blade clean. “What is it?”

Knowing she was still red-hot and flushed, Bree reached down with a trembling hand and touched herself. She blew out a soft, hissing breath as she marveled at the delicious smoothness of her skin, was quite certain she’d never been so smooth and soft in her entire life, At the same time, Daddy turned the spray across her cunt and washed the bit of remaining foam away; Bree bucked her hips and shuddered. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “Oh fuck… Daddy…!”

“What is it?”

Her eyes were swimming with sweat and tears as she looked up at him. “I feel so…so exposed.” She whispered the last word as he bent over her, gently rinsing the conditioner out of her hair. His wet body and cock were right in front of her, so close she could’ve reached out and touched him. She started to, but then felt his fingers slide deeper into her hair. His grip was strong but gentle, and she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

“Good.” Daddy’s smile was sly, even a little wicked. “I want that.”

Bree trembled and grabbed his arms in her hands. “Daddy, I… I-I’ve never felt like this before!”

Daddy held her eyes as he let the thin streams of water slide down her neck and chest. The needle-thin water teased her hard nipples, making Bree whimper again. “Felt like what, sweet baby?”

“Like this!” she repeated, breathing hard. Bree was so wet, and the way he was leaning over her made her head swim. “I feel so naked and weak. I want you to fuck me again. I want to stay in here and never get out of this shower. I want to you to teach me everything, make up for all the time we never had. I want you to call me baby girl and princess and kitten again. I want you to be my Daddy now, and tomorrow, and… And it’s just too much!” Bree nearly burst into tears from the sense of overwhelming want and helplessness.

Daddy touched her face with one hand, giving her a tender, loving smile. “Oh, Bree… Don’t worry, baby, there’s still plenty of time left tonight. Don’t worry about any of it–I’ll take care of everything.”

“But Daddy–!”

“Shhhhhh.” Daddy slid a thumb across her lips to silence her as the water streams slid down her belly next. Bree knew what he was doing, what was coming next. Her trembling fingers clenched and unclenched; her belly tightened and flexed, and Bree opened her legs wider–knowing it was what he wanted without even having to be told.

When the water jets first hit her shaved mound, Bree arched her back and gasped. When he changed the stream to a thicker, single jet that started pounding on her aching clitty, Bree cried out. “Daddyyyyy!” she wailed, shuddering, legs shaking.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” Daddy sounded so pleased, so happy at her reaction. He slid one finger into her pussy, taking care again with how tight she was, and began stroking her inner walls with his fingertip while that shower kept assaulting her with more heat, more pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Daddy! Daddy! Oh, fuck Daddy, it feels so good!” Her tongue was loose and she couldn’t stop talking, knowing it pleased him and wanting to keep pleasing him. Bree clenched her teeth and fought hard just to stay still as she watched his face, saw how his eyes glittered as he stared down at her smooth puss and watched her pussy lips flex and pull at his thrusting finger. “Y-you’re finger fucking me, Daddy! It’s good! It feels good!”

“Good,” he said, growling the word back to her. She could see he was hard again, his cock straining between his legs, but he didn’t try fucking her. He seemed to delight in her torment, in the delicious torture of the spray against her pussy and clit.

“Daddyyyyyyyyy, you’re driving me crazyyyyy!” Bree had certainly masturbated before, but never like this. The way Daddy held the shower head and aimed the spray so expertly on her clit said that he knew what he was he doing. The finger on her G-spot had her seeing sparks flash behind her eyes. Bree curled her arms behind her head and lay out full on her back. She planted her feet on the slippery floor and spread her legs open wider still, showing off her pair of pretty, denuded fuck holes–holes that were his now. “Ahh! I love it, Daddy! Please don’t stop playing with my pussy! Please, Daddy! I’ll do whatever you want!” She was sobbing by then, overwhelmed by pleasure she’d never experienced before, crying like the little girl she was, the one she’d always been–all she’d needed was the right man to make her feel that way again.

“Whatever I want, kitten?” Daddy sounded very interested then, and hungry too, enough to eat her up in one bite.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck yes! It’s so good! It’s what I always wanted! I… I…!” Bree opened her eyes wide as she shrieked–more than a scream, a wailing or a cry, she let out the loudest, wildest sound she’d ever made before in her life as she came. Her orgasm was so strong, the strongest she’d ever felt; her legs trembled and her body shook from the force of it. Bree could only see an endless field of white before her eyes as she came and came.

The shock of his hands tightening about her thighs brought Bree back to her senses, just so she could see him push higher in his knees, lifting her up and pushing his cock into her clenching cunny hole at the same moment. “Fuck, baby, you’re still so tight!” The sensation of being so full again, of him filling her with his throbbing dick was heavenly and she wailed again from the simple, raw joy of being his plaything.

Bree began to cry again while her hands latched tight onto his. “More, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me again, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She chanted the words, begging him for more, pleading with him to claim her another time.

Daddy arched his back and raised his soaked head up as he began to fuck her eager body again. Now the sounds of sex and hard, rough fucking filled the shower and entire room, overpowering the water’s steady hiss as Daddy took his willing baby girl. Bree could feel tears and sweat sliding down her cheek and temples. She’d never felt so good in her entire life. “Yeah, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my little pussy! Fuck me, it’s so fucking good!”

“You like this, baby girl?” Daddy said, teeth clenched, eyes almost glowing as he looked down at her. “You like Daddy’s cock fucking you? Does it feel good in your pussy, baby? You like being Daddy’s fuck toy?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, yesyesyes!” The air felt superheated, like the steam was soaking into her skin, searing her, burning her forever. “Please keep going, Daddy, don’t stop yet! I didn’t know it could be this good! It feels so good when you fuck me!”

Daddy let her legs fall and lay on top of her, pinning her down with his heavy weight. The floor was hot and hard under her back and bottom and Bree didn’t care, she just wanted to make him feel good. “I love it, Daddy,” she cried, whining into his ear, as the wet slaps of flesh and wet tile filled her ears. “Love it, Daddy, love it. Fuck me more, Daddy, fuck your baby’s pussy. Take me, fuck me, cum again, Daddy, cum in your baby girl’s shaved kitty! Please? Please?! Please, Daddy, cum inside your little slut!”

Daddy growled and gave a snarling breath. When he started to pull back, Bree latched her legs and arms around him as much as she could, like a monkey on a branch, squeezing him tight, rocking her hips, moaning in his ear. “Cum, Daddy, cum in me, cum, Daddy, please cum, please cum inside your kitten! Fill me up! Please cum, Daddy! Cum! God, please cum inside meeee!”

His growl turned into a choked shout as he gave up fighting to pull out and enveloped her in a thick, wet hug, strong limbs tightening around her body as he silenced her with a hard, long kiss. His tongue whipped against hers and his breath was hot across her cheeks. Bree could feel his loins pushed tight to hers, feel his cock pulsing and jumping inside of her; she imagined how hot his latest load had to be as it frothed and filled her up. Her next thought was how much of a waste to spill his seed on her stomach inside of her…but then, if he hadn’t, he might not have taken her in the shower at all.

A few moments passed in silence, as the water fell and they both fought to breathe. Bree closed her eyes and smiled, happier and more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life. She never thought she’d ever get close to this dream actually happening, and now she could feel his cum dribbling out of her stuffed pussy. She was sore, exhausted and pinned under a man who weighed twice what she did, making it hard to breathe. Bree was the happiest she’d ever been in her life.

“That…” Daddy was out of breath, and his voice was rough as he slowly pushed up onto his elbows to look down at her. “That…I wasn’t expecting.”

Bree puffed out her cheeks, still feeling very out of breath, but she managed a tiny smile. “Maybe…I just wanted…to surprise you.” She winced and shifted on her back. “The bed was softer…but this was still amazing.”

He looked pleased. “Was it?”

“Oh God, Daddy, so much.” She took a deep breath and reached up to slide her fingernails across his neck and shoulders. “This is already better than I ever thought it could be.”

“We’re not done yet. If it’s only one night, I’m going to enjoy as much of it with you as I can.” It was less the words themselves and more the way he said them that made Bree tense up with anticipation, excitement and a little bit of fear. He pulled his dick out of her with a wet slurping sound; she could feel more of his seed spilling from her battered cunt.

When he offered a hand, Bree took it and stood up. Her legs were shaking, but she opened them at his direction and held her breath as he rinsed her pussy clean. “Does it have to just be one night?” Asking it made Bree feel greedy, like she was risking a good thing by wanting too much of it.

Her question made a thoughtful look come over Daddy’s face. “Maybe not,” he said, “but…you girls are leaving in the morning.”

The unwanted reminder made Bree’s eyes fall to the floor. “Yeah.” She hadn’t forgotten–she just didn’t want the reminder.

“On the other hand…maybe we can do something about that.” Bree was confused at his meaning but didn’t answer, so he went on: “Jen is going to go visit John, and you were supposed to go along. But…what if you stayed here at the house with me?”

Bree’s eyes went wide. “Really?” Her voice practically squeaked from excitement. “Could I?”

“Of course! We’ll need a cover story, something to convince her to go on without you, but if we can manage that…” His eyes got hungry again.

Bree felt a hot rush of excitement and anticipation start to boil again in her belly and between her thighs. They were three fucks deep that night and she still wanted more. “Then it wouldn’t have to be just one night, would it?”

Daddy smiled again. “Would you like that? Just you and me, and this big house for the two of us?”

Bree sighed. “It sounds amazing.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just you trust in Daddy to take care of everything, baby.”

After that, quiet returned as Daddy bathed himself quickly, washing and rinsing himself clean. Bree enjoyed watching him, reminded of so many times over so many years of stealing glances and watching him from afar.

“Deep thoughts?” he asked.

Bree shook her head. “No, Daddy. Just reminiscing–remembering how things used to be.”

“Would it have been better if they stayed that way?” He set the shower head back in its cradle again.

She shook her head again. “No. Never.” When he turned to face her, Bree stepped right up to him, her chest to his, looking up into his eyes. “I wanted this.” She took one of his hands with hers, placing it upon her breast; she took his other and placed it between her legs as she stared into his eyes. “For one night, I’m finally yours. You’re my Daddy now and I’m your baby.”

Daddy’s eyes flashed as he leaned in closer. His hands tightened about her breast and across her mound, fingers gently but firmly digging into the soft folds between her thighs. “Yes, you are. And I’m glad we don’t have to go back to the way things were–not yet, anyway.”

His look of lust and hunger made Bree want to tremble again, but she fought it. She smiled and kissed him long and slow, tasting his tongue and the heat of his mouth again. “Can we finish and go back to bed, Daddy? Please? I want to please you more.”

Daddy chuckled. “More?”

“I always want more, Daddy.”

Those were the right words to say, because Daddy cut off the water. She marveled at his control and strength, and how he didn’t seem fazed by the beers they’d been sharing earlier.

At that very thought, Bree felt an uncomfortable tightness in her lower belly. Something must’ve shown on her face, because Daddy looked like he wanted to laugh. “What is it?”

“I, um… I need to pee.” Bree knew she was blushing again.

He pointed to the commode. “Then go pee.”

“What, no!” She felt an irrational urge to cover herself again, especially after everything he’d already seen. “Not while you’re standing there watching!”

Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Bree baby, after everything that’s happened so far, now you’re going to be shy?”

“But–!”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Bree thought about holding her bladder, but the longer she contemplated that, the worse the pressure got. Finally, with a huff and a grumble, she stepped out and started to grab a towel–only for him to snatch it off the rack and out of her reach.

“Uh-uh.” Daddy shook his head.

She thought about arguing, but knew it wouldn’t do her any good. Bree walked across the floor in her wet, bare feet and sat down. “I just wanted to towel off first,” she said.

“You don’t need it yet,” Daddy said as he hung his towel up. “That would’ve been your first excuse, but it would’ve been easy enough to cover up and hide. You’ve been hiding from me your entire life, Bree–you won’t do it here. Not anymore.”

His words gave her something to think about, not to mention how arousing his insistence on controlling was, even to something like this. It occurred to Bree that she should be mortified, or worse, at the idea of urinating in front of him–he was more than her lover or her adopted father, he was somebody who’d watched her grow up, who she’d known all her life. The room was very quiet as she considered his words, and no matter how much she wanted to, Bree couldn’t disagree.

When she was done and cleaned up, Bree started to take the towel before he stopped her. “What? What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing.” Daddy smiled again and began to towel her dry. “I told you: Daddy will take care of everything.”

His words and actions made Bree smile as well. She closed her eyes, moving and turning as he instructed, enjoying the feel of soft, thick cotton on her skin. The sensation of his rubbing against her shaved kitty made Bree shift and shiver, but she didn’t speak until he was done. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said.

“You’re most welcome, baby. Now.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, looking down into her eyes. “I haven’t had a night like this since I was your age, but Daddy might not have a whole lot left in the tank until you let me rest a little.”

Bree tried not to pout. “Yes, Daddy.” Just the talk of resting made her yawn, even though she hated it. “Just for a little while?” She turned on her charm and sweetness, looking up with wide eyes and a tender smile.

Daddy laughed and pulled her close, kissing her again. Bree sighed into the kiss and hugged him tight, fighting back the temptation to tease or excite him again…but she was very, very tempted. “Just for a little while.”

Bree giggled and clapped her hands. “Alright! I’m ready to go to bed now, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He turned her around and gave her bottom a firm squeeze before herding her out of the bedroom and back to the bed.

Bree climbed in, happy and content for the moment. A little rest wouldn’t hurt, and if they were lucky, she was going to see just how much she could get out of him soon, empty tank or not.

All they had to do was get Jenny out of the house first. That might prove to be a challenge.