Daddy's Candy (TABOO EROTICA)

I couldn’t help myself then. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as our burning desire grew, the electric charge between our bodies shocking our skin with each touch. My brain refused to focus on anything else at the bold caress of his tongue, my only focus on the growing tickling sensation in my gut. I conceded to the will of his pumping hand and to that grin that greeted me with a bold tongue on each penetration. A gripping tension in my gut inspired me to shove his head down to my breasts that were perky against the cold air of the office. He lapped at them willingly, his mouth devouring each nipple like milky chocolate treats of which he couldn’t get enough.

As I continued to buck into his hand, his lips trailed down my torso to my soft pussy that he was still fondling with his fingers. He pulled me by my legs up to his chest and buried his tongue into my lips, the sudden motion causing me to gasp loudly and buck into his mouth. Unintentionally, I continued to roll my hips rhythmically and ride his mouth, experiencing the beautiful feeling of being eaten out for the first time and getting lost in the utter ecstasy of his tongue slipping over my clit and lips. The passion was intense and I found myself overwhelmed by every tantalizing suck and pull of each fold he devoured. I couldn’t get enough. After another few minutes of diligently kissing my sweet peach, he slipped his fingers back inside me and started to pump harder than before, the combination of his mouth and hand inspiring my legs to squeeze his head.

My cry of release came sooner than anticipated, his fingers still working in tandem with his mouth as my barrier of resistance broke to unleash an incredible orgasm that rushed through my entire body. As I humped his hand, he slowed his pace to allow me to come down gently from the high I had been riding. He brought his fingers up to my mouth. I parted my lips obediently and sucked, making sure to remove all of the juice I had left behind.

“My sweet chocolate,” he said. “My little raven.”

In some strange way, it made me feel special. The attention, the affection, the little nicknames – it was all part of his game, but it also made me feel good. I just hoped feeling this good paid off later. I had plans that I wanted to stick to and I needed his money to make it happen. Feeling generous, I addressed him as the name I knew he was just aching to be called.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I looked into his eyes that were glittering with joy.

“Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, little girl. Now that I know you will play with me, we can talk terms.”

Daddy helped me up off the desk and dressed me, taking time to kiss my erogenous zones in a teasing manner even though I was still sopping wet and shivering. He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom where he tucked me under the blankets, then he sat next to me on the bed. We talked for a while, maybe an hour, and I outlined exactly what I needed: a car, my tuition bills paid, and my cell phone prepaid for a few months. He responded that he would do everything I wanted as long as I paid him three times a week in affection, special kisses, and other small favors.

“I’ll only ask you for what I think you can handle. Now, give me a kiss and say goodnight.”

I leaned forward to kiss his lips and wrapped my arms around him.

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, sweet raven.”

Chapter Three

I couldn’t sleep.

All I could imagine was that steamy scene in the office where my new Daddy had fingered and licked me into a fit of pleasure. I wanted so much to discover more about my body and to feel him inside me, but I wasn’t sure when we would be able to do it again. Though I had been hesitant before, I now felt myself falling over the edge into utter bliss.

The secret I would have to harbor from now on provided such exhilaration that I wanted more of it to fill me. I wanted to be brimming with our dirty interactions so I had something to smile about while in class. Deep down, I wanted to be as naughty and dirty as possible. It was everything I ever fantasized about, and now I have a living doll with whom I could play out my darkest desires. What a naughty little girl I was turning out to be.

As I laid in my bed thinking about all the things we might do, I didn’t notice the door opening across the room. I was comfortably curled up in my luscious red sheets when a hand slid over my torso. I sat up quickly to meet a finger at my mouth.

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p; “Shh,” he said. “It’s just Daddy. You don’t want to wake up your mother.”

I shivered at the sound of his voice. Had he already taken hold of my senses? Impossible! I was too strong to be taken over by him, but his hands were just so convincing and I found myself lending my body over immediately to his touch. Without thinking, I took his hand from my mouth and placed it beneath my night shirt. I had changed after he had put me in bed and decided not to wear anything under my nightie. In some ways, I hoped for a midnight visit even though it had caused me to jump.

Daddy moaned with excitement.

“Does my little girl want to play?” He asked sweetly.

“Yes, Daddy. I want to please you.” I replied in my most girlish voice.

He moaned again. I was beside myself with pleasure. He kept his hand pressed to my breast and worked the other one under the sheets to find my silky lips soaked with anticipation. As he twisted my nipple, he rubbed his finger in small circles over my clit and gently applied kisses to my exposed throat. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in a rush of excitement. The pleasure I felt was beyond my comprehension and I was sure to quickly explode again if he didn’t stop what he was doing.

As if he had heard my thoughts, Daddy pulled his hand away from my creamy puss and pried the sheets off of my quivering body. He climbed on to the bed and positioned himself between my legs, his boxers barely able to cover his enormous erection. I gasped at the feeling of him against my slippery lips. He shimmied his hips as he pressed harder into my aching peach, eliciting more moans from my mouth that he quickly muffled with his own.

“Don’t be loud,” he whispered. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

My damp thighs squeezed around his hips as I couldn’t control how much I was quivering. He was big and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him, but I wanted him to be proud. As he pulled up my nightie, I tried to relax into the gentle comfort of his touch, focusing on each area with great difficulty. I couldn’t keep from imagining something going horribly wrong and then losing my benefits instantly after all this work. I was getting more worked up than relaxed and suddenly found myself gripping his shoulders, begging him to release me from this miserable plane of existence between bliss and release.

“Patience, my little raven. Patience. You’ll get your rewards soon.” Daddy whispered into my ear.

After pulling off his boxers and discarding them, he cupped my face between his hands and licked the edges of my lips in a sensual display of affection. The head of his cock teased my outer labia, tracing them gently up and down. Slowly, my hips started to rock to and fro against his erection, the thick and long rod hot against my lips which made me ache to be filled. I pulled at his shoulders, attempting to keep the volume of my moans in check. Apparently, I was doing a horrible job as he slipped his hand over my mouth and shook his head.