It made me eager for more. I couldn’t wait ‘til my daddy took me private and I could bring out my toys and moan his name. His real name.
There it was on my screen, his reply, so filthy, especially knowing who it was saying it.
“God damn those pouty lips… that tongue… you know exactly what it does to us, don’t you? Imagining them working my cock instead of that candy?” he wrote from the other room.
I tried to picture what he was doing. Was he naked? Or would he start out clothed, treating this all like some delicious foreplay as he slowly undressed as I got him more and more worked up. I’d never really been into domming -- I’m way more of a submissive -- but now I kind of regret that I never forced him to do any thing in the past. That would’ve been fantasy fodder forever.
So instead, I have to use my imagination. Picturing him sitting there, his cock getting harder as I suck my lollipop and pout my lips at him. Him wanting me, but too decent to come in here and ravage me. It must make his balls ache to have to stroke himself off every night instead of sinking into my pure little pussy.
Oh yea, didn’t I mention that?
I’m a terrible tease, always holding on to my precious cherry just in case I found someone really worth my while.
I guess, now that I can be honest, I was holding out for him.
I lean back on my bed, bringing my finger down along the middle of my body, stroking between my breasts, down towards my panties.
“I know what it does to you, daddy,” I say with a wicked smile. “But you don’t know what it does to me.”
He was in that next room over, cock throbbing with need as he watched me touch myself, my dainty little fingers trailing down over my panties. It had to have jumped, spurt a little precum at my calling him that.
“If you call me that from now on, I’ll pay whatever it takes to get you in a private chat,” he said, and some of the others got upset that he was trying to monopolize me, take me from them. But he doubled down, “I’m serious. Name your price.”
My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe it. I stared at the words on my screen, over and over, as my breathing quickened and my pussy slickened.
Holy shit, I couldn’t help but think. He’s really into this!
I sent him a private message, and even my eyes bulged at how many credits I demanded of him, but before I could second guess myself, it was just he and I, alone in the chat room. I couldn’t see him, but he could see me, and my deliciously wet pussy that was just barely hidden by my panties.
I tugged them a little, making the lips kiss the fabric as I squirmed against the pressure.
“So I finally figured out your dirty little fantasy, daddy?”
There was a bit of a delay and I grew worried for a second, but then I realized: no, he’s in that other room, thick, veiny cock in hand, stroking it. And I know how thick and veiny it is, because once I got him to send me a dick pic. And there it was, so big and hard, his hand wrapped around it in one shot, and I could see his old school ring even.
“You have no idea, sweetie. You’re just the best girl in the world, daddy couldn’t be happy having any other,” he replied to me at last.
My fingers teased along the line of my panties, up along my stomach as I looked at those words. I was desperate for more. I wanted to make him have to come in here. To do the thing he’s resisted for years and just finally steal his little girl’s virginity.
“What does my daddy want me to do?” I asked, biting on my lower lip seductively.
“I want my baby girl to tug her little panties to the side and tease that tight, pink pussy for daddy,” he said to me, that big strong man in the same house as me giving me such filthy commands. “And then I want you to show daddy those titties of yours, baby girl. They’re the most perfect breasts daddy’s ever seen in his life.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
But another part of me... oh, it could believe. I’ve never been so damned turned on in my life. I can’t believe how much I want this! How much I want him!
Part of me wants to storm out. To catch him in the act, to expose him.
To tell him that I know what he’s been doing.
But that isn’t my fantasy. No. My fantasy is him storming into my room and fucking me with that huge, stiff dick of his.
I bring my hands to my hips, fingers sneaking into the side of my panties as I slowly bring them down towards my ankles. I kick them off, spreading my legs but hiding my shaved pussy with the palm of my hands.
“You know, daddy, I’m a virgin. I’ve been saving myself.”
I thought I heard something from down the hall; did he just moan?