Punishing the Brats

He sighed, but didn’t say anything. My heart skipped a beat. I lowered my head to his neck, kissed him a few times. I could smell his cologne, by now faint, and could smell him beneath it.

“Daddy,” I whispered, taking his ear lobe into my mouth. I bit it hard, and he yelped, pulling his head back.

“Allie, what is with you?”

“You. You are with me. Every night, every day, you’re always in my mind. I’ve wanted you for some time now, Daddy. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, because I need a man like you. Come on, you can do this. I know you want to do this.”

“Oh, God,” he mumbled, and I knew that I had pulled the first support. The rest of his inhibition would come crumbling down soon enough.

Frantically, I began working at his buckle. He made a half-hearted attempt to stop me, but never really tried to. Unbuckled, unzipped, I saw the lump in his briefs, and it only reaffirmed my conviction. I pushed my hand through the flap and pulled his cock out, gasping as I did so.

“You’re so big, Daddy,” I breathed. “Would you mind if I?”

He didn’t speak, but nodded instead. I got off his knees and pushed them apart, kneeling in between them. His cock was big… dripping pre-cum and hard as an iron bar. Who did he think he was kidding, telling me this was wrong? It was so right, and he knew it! His body knew it!

I took his cock head into my mouth, sucking on it hard. He groaned, leaning back in the chair, and I knew that I had him. I began to bob up and down slowly on his rigid manhood, taking him as deep down my throat as I could.

“Oh, Jesus, Allie,” he groaned. He touched the top of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and then began to guide me up and down faster on his swollen girth.

“Mmm,” I moaned around his cock, swirling my tongue against the underside of his tip.

“Your Daddy likes that,” he said, his voice hoarse. I liked that he said that. I grasped his cock with my hand and began to jerk him, pumping him up and down to the rhythm of my bobs. I’d never sucked on a cock so large before.

I thought forward to when he would inevitably fuck me. What would it feel like to have something so large inside me? Did I dare tell him that I was a virgin? Oh, sure, I’d fingered myself. I’d stuffed three fingers inside me. I’d fucked myself with a cucumber before (I never told anybody about that). But I’d never had a man fuck me before. And I’d never had something as large as his cock inside me before.

My heart was racing, and I worked him for all that I was worth, blowing him like how I’d seen porn stars blow their well-endowed colleagues. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, and the sounds of my slurping filled the small kitchen, bouncing off the tiles.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged, pushing my head farther down, forcing his manhood deeper down the back of my throat. I had to try to hold it open, so that he didn’t make me gag. I didn’t want to cough and splutter, face red, all over his penis.

I started to pump him faster, and he just groaned appreciatively, leaning back in the chair, legs extended on either side of me. As far as I was concerned, I was giving him the best damned blow job of his whole fucking life!

“Wait, wait!” he said, pulling me off him. “Wow, no.”

“No, what?” I cried. He wasn’t about to start that foolishness about this being wrong again, was he?

“I need to ask you something.”

“What?” I asked, still pumping his cock. I realized that I’d need more than an extra knuckle to touch my forefinger with my thumb around his manhood.

“Will you take off your clothes for me?”

I grinned at him. “Sure, Daddy,” I whispered, getting up and slipping my shoulders out of my dress. It fell to the floor in a puddle of soft fabric. I unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free, and he simply stared, eating up the sight of me.

“You take off my panties, Daddy,” I said, stepping out of the pool of clothing, once again positioning myself in between his legs. He didn’t miss a beat. His hands were at the elastic, and he slid it gradually over my bum, pulling my panties down my legs while pressing his face against my mound and taking a deep breath.

“Daddy likes the way you smell,” he breathed. I lifted a foot up to he could pull my panties off, and I saw that I’d left him a big wet mark. “And Daddy likes that you’re so wet for him.”

“What about you?” I asked. He nodded, and began to unbutton his shirt. Now it was my turn to eat up the sight of him, and it didn’t disappoint! I always knew that he had a good body, but had never re

ally realized how good until now. Toned, slim yet muscular. The man kept himself fit!

He stood up down, holding me against him, his cock sandwiched in between us, and he kissed me. It was gentle at first, maybe even tentative, but once our tongues touched it was a spark set ablaze. I kissed him hard, pushed my tongue inside his mouth, wanted to touch every bit of him, taste every bit of him, and he did the same to me.

We held each other, kissing, his hands kneading my supple flesh everywhere, his cock twitching and throbbing in between us. And then he broke the kiss, and pressed downward on my shoulders. I grinned, getting to my knees, but before I could take his manhood into my mouth, he put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him.

“I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said, eagerly nodding my head.