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.