Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

Me. His princess. He called me his princess. I nearly cried with joy. I hadn't belonged to anyone like this before and I was loving every minute of it.

While lost in thought, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the hallway. A voice broke the silence outside my door.

“Is that my little girl?”

A gasp escaped my lips and I smiled, covering my mouth. Before responding, I pulled my clothes off slowly to reveal the brand new lingerie underneath. I tossed my clothes aside and got on my knees, a position I had noticed on that blog. This position promised my subservience to Daddy. It showed my willingness to follow his direction and to be every bit of his fantasy as he was mine. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and bowed my head.

“Yes, Daddy. It's me.”

The door creaked open. I didn't look up. I kept my eyes lowered to my knees where my hands rested and waited for his direction. He walked towards me and silently regarded my stance and outfit. I drank the attention gratefully.

“You have done a wonderful job at pleasing Daddy.” He said. “And what's this?”

I felt him reach over my head to the bed where the collar sat in the plush blanket. Without another word, he pushed my hair away from my shoulders and wrapped it around my throat. I smiled.

“This is perfect. It suits you. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You're welcome, baby girl. Now, give me a kiss.”

As I raised my chin, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to find a readily hard cock waiting for me. I looked up at him as I took his entire member into my mouth, soaking every inch with my lips and tongue. Daddy groaned, surprised and pleased that I was kissing him in a different way. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and continued sucking the head as I stroked him. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair until he found a good chunk and tugged.

“Take it all,” he whispered. “Like I good girl.”

He forced my lips down further and I choked, trying hard not to gag on his quivering appendage. I held back the tears and took him all the way to the back of my throat while still sucking. He whispered encouraging words and stroked my head, moving with the rhythm of my lips. I could feel him twitching. I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him in and out of my mouth, determined to make him cum with my lips alone. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted him to be proud. I want him to want it so badly because I was the one who could do it right.

I looked up at him as he pumped faster, his legs tensing as he picked up rhythm and groaned. Our eyes locked and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat and spilling out of my mouth as he continued to pound my face. When he stopped moving, I lapped at the cum dripping from the head of his cock which caused him to shudder and teeter forward. He caught himself before falling.

“Good girl,” he said while panting. “A very good girl. I'll have to reward you.”

I smiled and thanked him in the way I'd become accustomed and started to stand when I heard the front door slam. Daddy and I stared at each other, frozen in our places. Cum decorated my face and his pants were on the floor. I heard my mother's voice coming up the hall, explaining she had forgotten something important like her ID or her money or her tampons or something really stupid that completely destroyed the moment we were having. Her voice neared my door and I panicked, attempting to come up with an explanation or even picturing escape plans.

But her voice faded. She went back up the hall. The door closed. Silence followed.

Daddy stroked my face with his free hand and wiped some cum from my lips.

“My dirty secret,” he whispered. “You're my dirty little secret.”

THE END

Tutor Me Too Daddy

Chapter One

I'm his dirty little secret.

Daddy told me that right before pummeling me to pieces on my bed. We had just barely escaped being discovered by my mother and the exhilaration lasted through the evening. After we finished our little play session, Daddy left me on the bed and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running in the tub. Curious, I stood from the bed and walked across the hall to see what he was doing.

“No peeking,” he said playfully as he pushed me back towards my room.

“You've been so good tonight. Don't give me a reason to punish you.”

I giggled and crawled back on to my bed, wrapping myself up in the soft comforter and hugging my bear like a good girl. I felt a bit childish around my Daddy. He was so built and tan, his tattoos decorating every inch of muscle that existed beneath his clothes.

I gripped my bear thinking about how they tensed up every time he came and goose-bumps rippled across my torso. Another few minutes passed and Daddy appeared again to lift me from the bed. He carried me to the bathroom and gently placed me in the tub where he deliberately washed every bit of my body and even teased me a little.

“Why are you bathing me?” I asked while twirling bubbles around my finger.