"You want to get fucked, don't you?" He asks.
"Yes, daddy, please," I plead, my voice smothered by his pants.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, daddy."
He chuckles and pinches my clit between two of his fingers. I flinch, trying to raise my head, but he keeps me in place, pinching me down in his lap with his left hand.
"Well," he whispers. "We'll see about that."
He removes his hand from my throbbing center and moves it upwards, back to my ass. Using my own juices as lubricant, he gently starts massaging my anus.
My entire body tenses up when he slowly inserts one of his fingers.
"Daddy, what-"
"Quiet," he interrupts me, prodding my ass with his finger. I gasp and moan, my face hidden in his lap, while he uses my silky liquid for his advantage, invading my ass deeper and deeper.
"Has anyone ever done this to you?" He asks.
I shake my head in his lap. "No, daddy."
"So, you have never had your ass fucked before?"
He cannot see it, but my eyes widen in shock. Is he seriously going to...?
"No?" He presses, pulling me up by my hair, so I am forced to look at him, with my back arched and his finger still inside me.
"Answer me!"
"No, daddy," I breathe. "No one has ever done... that."
Anxiety is building up inside me. If his finger already felt like this, what would it be like if he used his cock? I cannot possibly imagine it going up in there.
He smiles down at me and leans forward, sliding back to my wet clit with one finger while the other still remains inside my ass. I blush as I hear my wetness when he starts massaging me. I don't think I have ever been this wet in my life before...
"Good girl," he breathes. "Very good girl."
His eyes are fixating mine, intently staring at me as he removes his finger from my wet clit. I groan as he pushes it in with the other one, stretching my ass wider than before. It hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain. I can handle it, I know I can.
"You like this don't you," he whispers. "Your cunt is dripping, getting ready for your daddy's cock."
I breathe heavily, returning his gaze with helpless gasping.
"But you know what," he continues. "That's not what's going to happen today. You don't deserve my cock in your wet little pussy."
And with that, he parts the two fingers inside me, stretching me even further. I wince and flinch, trying to escape. But he holds me tight. I am completely at his mercy, his strong hands keeping me in place. There is no use in struggling.
He pushes my face back down, burying it in his lap. I am pressed against his hard erection, pressing against my cheeks, only the fabric of his pants between us. I wince and moan, my entire body squirming under his touch as he tests me, stretching my ass with his fingers, sliding them in an out, parting and closing in intervals. I open my mouth and start drooling on his pants as I yearn for his cock.
Just when I am about to ask, beg for him to let me suck on his length, he pulls me up by my hair again. A thin line of drool connects my lips to his pants as he forces me away. He starts opening his belt and I accompan
y the gesture by licking my lips in anticipation.
But he has different plans.
"Stand up," he orders. I look up at him, waiting for a moment for him to remove his fingers from my ass. But he does not show the slightest inclination to do so.