“Good girl. Are you going to cum for Daddy?” He pushed his erection into my mouth, forcing me to gag on its enormity as I continued to finger myself.
I tried to respond, but his cock was too big for me to speak. I hummed sensuously in response as he drove himself slowly between my lips. He stroked my cheek as I sucked and pushed my hair from my face, demanding that I look up at him while I acted
like a good little girl. The sentence elicited an intense longing to have his cum all over my face. I didn’t want to push him out of my mouth to ask, but I also desperately needed him to blow all over my mouth so I could taste his delicious cream slide down my throat. I was so thirsty for his milk that it made me rub myself harder.
“Keep rubbing yourself. Don’t you dare stop.” He growled as I sucked harder.
Daddy’s encouragements were so hot that I started to feel the flood gates opening for my liberation. As I shoved my fingers deeper and rubbed my clit harder, I pulled him further into my mouth with my free hand and groaned as loud as I could. The vibration caused Daddy to grab my hair as he tensed up and grunted, his hips uncontrollably pumping himself in and out of my mouth. His groans grew louder as I started to squeak, my blissful orgasm charging my body in waves as Daddy shot his load into my mouth.
While he came, I pulled my mouth away from his cock and turned so his cum would land all over my cheek and lips. My mouth was momentarily fixed in an ‘O’ as I continued to buck into my hand, my whole body shivering with rapturous relief. Daddy patted my face with his cock that was still erect and rubbed some of his cum around my lips.
Still shaking, he said, “You are such a beautiful little princess.”
I smiled and licked the cum from my lips, savoring the salty taste of him inside and around my mouth.
“You’re so nice to me, Daddy. Have I been good? Was that good enough?” I almost started to tear up while asking him these questions, some of my insecurities showing a bit.
Admittedly, I had never told Daddy that I got incredibly upset disappointing him. If I felt like I had done something wrong, I’d run off to my room and cry furiously into my pillow. His approval was absolutely pertinent to my success in addition to his financial support. I hadn’t planned on getting so emotionally involved, but it was too late to stop it now. My face suddenly crumpled up and a high-pitched wail left my stomach, tears suddenly dropping like rain and pattering against the carpet.
“I don’t want to disappoint you!” I cried between sobs that rocked my body to the ground where I landed on my side.
Daddy shushed me and lifted me from the floor, sensually licking away the tears that trickled down my face. The action immediately comforted me, but a few sobs still rattled my chest. I sighed heavily. What was going on with me? I had never been sensitive like this before. Another shaky sigh filled the air as Daddy carried me across the hall to my bedroom. He laid me out on the bed and told me to wait a moment as he left the room to gather some things. After a few minutes, he came back with a wash cloth and a bowl full of warm water and bubbles. He set the items on the bedside table and started to peel my sun dress from my body, carefully setting it on my hamper.
“What’s this?” I asked, sniffles still shaking my body.
“I’ve come to clean you because I want you to know how much I care about you,” he responded while dipping the wash cloth in the bowl. “Just because you share my love doesn’t mean you have less of it.”
Daddy’s words were so comforting that I relaxed back into my pillows and allowed him to run the warm cloth all over my body. He started with my face and made sure to scrub away all the cum and tears while gently rubbing my stomach with his free hand. A contented sigh left my lips and I smiled. It was so relaxing to be sponge-bathed which I found to be surprisingly arousing as well. The warm water soaked my skin down to my bones, putting me into such a pleasant mood that I couldn’t help but moan while Daddy scrubbed every inch of my shining skin.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” He asked while sliding the cloth over my legs.
“Yes, Daddy. It feels amazing.” I responded.
I relaxed further into my cushions and didn’t worry about anything else except the gentle feeling of his hands working to massage every muscle of my body. I hadn’t realized I had so many knots, especially since I had quit working the convenience store. I used to have all manner of wild knots in my shoulders, but Daddy was working them all out and I didn’t have to worry about being sore like that again. When he was finished, he patted me dry with a towel and kissed my forehead.
“Now, you change and get some sleep, okay?” He said while gathering the bowl and cloth.
“May I watch TV after I change?” I asked in my sweetest voice.
Daddy smiled and leaned down to kiss me again before saying, “Yes, but only for an hour or so. I don’t want you to lose sleep tonight and miss class in the morning.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Another kiss landed on my lips and I lovingly pressed into his mouth, savoring every bit of his sweet taste before he had to leave for the evening. I knew he was about to go shower and climb into bed where my mother would meet him and I would likely have to listen to them bang again. My stomach twisted into a knot. I didn’t want him to go, but keeping him would surely blow our cover and this wasn’t something I was prepared to lose. I was too attached at this point.
Daddy left and I stood to change, stretching briefly to get my blood flowing through my muscles again. As I went through my drawers to find a comfortable nightie, I heard some muffled conversation through the wall to my parent’s room. I stepped quietly across the carpet and pressed my ear to the wall, careful not to bang against any furniture to give away my snooping position. It sounded like Daddy and my mother were arguing rather passionately about something that I couldn’t figure out. I prayed hard that it had nothing to do with me.
As their voices grew, I became incredibly upset and began to think of ways I could possibly steal Daddy away from this mess. Maybe he could leave my mother, take me with him, and we could move across town closer to the university I attended. I didn’t want him being treated like this, especially not on my behalf. How dare she talk to my Daddy that way, I thought. I should show her what it really feels like to be betrayed. If I could show her how it feels, maybe it would make me feel better. My mother had to pay, but how could I go about punishing her?
My brain abuzz with ideas, I climbed into my bed and turned on the TV to drown out the sound of them yelling. It was getting to a point where it was drawing tears from my eyes, tears that had been so beautifully wiped away an hour before. I tried to concentrate on the pictures in front of me to no avail.
Sooner or later, she would have to pay and I would be the one to make her pay.
After planning my revenge for a good twenty minutes, I felt satisfied enough to start drifting to sleep when I heard the sounds of squeaking coming from next door.
No way.
There was no way they were making up after such a vigorous fight, especially with the amazing plan I had set in place. Upset, I tossed my teddy bear across the room – a very fluffy one that Daddy had brought home the other day – and crossed my arms over my chest in contempt. How could I make Daddy want to leave her when he’s already made up with her? I tried to remind myself of what Daddy had said earlier: “Just because you share my love doesn’t mean you have less of it.” I suppose it was true, but I still didn’t fully comprehend what that meant. I knew he loved me, but how did he also love her?