“Gorgeous. Too bad you ruined things though. My dick’s gone down thanks to your talk about my girl. I don’t care if you’ve got the hottest bod I’ve ever seen, I’m out for now. Got no use for a woman in my life who’ll disrespect my daughter,” he said, which was like twisting a knife in my gut and making my spirits soar all at once.
I fucked it up, but… in a good way?
What should I do now?
Well, I blew it and won’t be getting anymore dick pics, but I still have one, and that throbbing in my clit hasn’t done anything to disappear. I put my phone on my pillow, still on my hands and knees as I bring one finger to my slit.
The swimsuit is so thick and instantly irritates me. I tug the strings on either side and let it fall to the bed, atop of the bra and blouse. Then, I can touch my smooth, bare slit full on.
“Mmm,” I moan as I stare at my daddy’s dick, and lick my cherry lips. He wanted to put his cock in my mouth, and I imagine how it’d taste. He’s so big, I knew he’d gag me almost instantly, but the thought of choking on that cock only made me wetter.
I push two fingers into my pussy, my eyes fluttering for a second. I’d love to have him tit fuck me. To push my down and punish me for being bad. To just finally fucking take me like the little slut I want to be.
But instead, all I have is my intense fantasies and my much too small fingers.
I spread my knees, pushing my fingers in deeper as I bring my thumb to my clit. I had at most a half hour before daddy got home, and I really needed to rub one out before he did. He hates me wasting time, even on my summer vacation.
“Oh daddy,” I whimper, and the sound of my own voice moaning his name makes me hot. I was almost there, and just a few more seconds, and I’d have finally spilled over that precipice.
Except just then, I heard my door open. Not the front door. My door. The one that was right at the foot of my bed. The one that my ass was facing.
There he was, in the flesh. Still wearing those boxer shorts, but with a workout shirt hiding some of his hard upper body. He must’ve rushed back from the gym in a huff after how things went, because his hard body was still glistening with a sheen of perspiration.
But his delightful sexiness was beside the point. He’d caught me, legs spread, fingers in my pussy, staring at a pic of his dick.
His ruggedly handsome face was locked in shock at stumbling in on me, and he looked embarrassed. But only for a split second.
“Shit sweetie, I--” he began as he started to pull back.
But he paused. Something had occurred to him. And in my own panic I fumbled with my phone, and it fell to the bed.
He looked back again, and there it was on my screen: a shot of his dick. The one he’d just sent out.
The door didn’t close. He didn’t leave.
He came in, that towering giant of a daddy looming over me as his eyes moved from the thong he’d seen in the picture strewn over the bed, my exposed tits, my pink glossy lips.
He’d seen them all. And everything came together.
“What’s goin’ on here, Jenny?” he demanded, that same firm, hard voice of his back, his powerful fists clenched.
I was caught, red handed. In the act. The bra and blouse I’d used to play dress up, my lips... that distinct tan on my tits. There was no way he didn’t know I was Ms. Plume now.
“Nothing!” I insisted, because it was in my nature to hide from the truth. Besides, how could I ever explain that I just wanted to know he loved me?
But the evidence was all there, irrefutable. He took a moment, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his phone to look at those pictures. He’d not deleted them. And there they were, confirming what he already knew.
“What in the fuck, Jenny?!” he said, throwing his phone down before me, a picture of my bare tits and pink lip on display. “I was gonna jack it to this, I was gonna fuck y--” he was angry, but he stopped there, overwhelmed.
“You are gonna learn a lesson missy,” he said and he reached out, grasping me in both of his big strong hands. He took my blonde hair in one, my arm in the other. And he pulled me as he sat down on the edge of my bed, hauling me over his lap like I was still just seven years old.
“Daddy!” I screeched, my face turning red in embarrassment. It wasn’t how things were supposed to go! I just wanted to get off before he got home, damn it!
But there I was, hauled over his lap, my round ass up in the air. And he paused a moment as he looked at it. It was the same round set of cheeks he’d been fantasizing about smacking or fucking just moments before.
Now he slapped them, spanking me with a loud crack as I lay over his lap.
“The hell is wrong with you girl?! Leading me on like that!” he said as another spank hit my ass, this one even harder. But through the stinging pain, I felt something: that dick of his coming to life again beneath me. It was so big it was impossible to miss.