Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“Charlotte – Mistress Lolita,” I replied. “She was the one who gave me the outfit and who showed me around and told me about everything.”

Daddy smiled fondly at the mention of Charlotte's formal name and shook his head.

“She would pick up on you being new. I think that's okay, actually,” he said. “As long as you report back to me by the end of the night.”

I blushed and smiled, bowing my head and allowing my hair to cover my face. Daddy lifted my chin and brushed my hair behind my ear while resting his head on top of my head.

“Go change into something really pretty and we'll leave soon,” he said while stroking my cheek. “We still have to put you through training.”

Excited, I ran off to my room to choose an outfit I thought was pretty enough for Daddy. I dug through my closet until I found one of my favorite dresses: a white halter with pink roses lining the bottom, something Daddy's little girl would wear. As I slipped it on, Daddy entered the room and admired me from the doorway. I watched him watching me in the mirror. He smiled.

“That looks beautiful on you, baby girl,” he said.

I loved the way that nickname sounded coming from his mouth. It made me feel special and cherished. The way it rolled off his tongue and hit my ears made me shiver all over while making my lower lips quiver. It was amazing what that simple word did to me. Before we left, I applied some make-up to my face and packed a backpack with a change of clothes. There were plenty of towels at the club, but I packed one of my own anyway just because it made me feel more comfortable. We arrived and I was formally introduced to the gargantuan man who I had encountered the night before, Jeff. He didn't seem so menacing this time as he stooped gently to give me a hug and I felt exceptionally welcomed.

While settling into one of the rooms, Charlotte found us and asked Daddy kindly if she could borrow me for an hour. Daddy agreed and winked at me as she tugged me away, chatting on about her new toy. I wasn't even sure what exactly she was talking about, but I was excited to have her hands all over my body while admiring my dress. She pulled me into the same room from yesterday and sat me on the bed, a repeat of the previous night. Before I could even say hello, she pulled up her skirt to reveal the most brightly colored strap-on I'd ever seen in my life.

I was surprised by the girth of it, wondering if it would even fit inside me. I voiced this concern out loud and it was met with a maniacal giggle.

“There's only one way to find out,” Charlotte said mischievously. “Lay down for Mistress and spread those beautiful legs.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” I replied, trying to remain formal.

I was sure this would be similar to my encounter with Daddy and that I would have the same pleasurable response to her as I did him. While I have experienced girls before, I've never experienced a woman, especially one as delectable a creature as Mistress Lolita who stood easily on two incredibly tall stilettos with the same ease as a ballerina. She was absolutely amazing.

Mistress knelt on the bed while massaging the dildo in her right hand, unzipping her skirt with her left hand and tossing it aside carelessly. As she stroked, she licked her lips and commanded me to lift my dress very slowly so she could enjoy the view of my sweet fruit appearing for her to eat. I obeyed and dragged the cloth across my skin, relishing the sound of her hissing as my beautiful peach came into view. She leaned towards my thighs in awe of my juicy lips that were already dripping with nectar for her to lick. Mesmerized, I watched her tongue unfurl from her mouth and slowly lap at my engorged clit, arching my pelvis forward as I was eager to feel her warm mouth devour me.

As Mistress gently caressed my lips with hers, I trailed my fingers up to my breasts and popped them out of my dress. I massaged each nipple in slow circles to the rhythm of her tongue that dipped and dived around my clit. Her red lipstick was a striking contrast against my pale skin, her lips leaving remnants of the sticky gloss all along my hood and vulva. It felt like she was marking me and that made me feel special. I continued to roll my hips as she sucked and licked, the sensation of her soft mouth utterly unique. The light from the corner lamp perfectly outlined her voluptuous hips that rocked back and forth as she stroked her dildo. When she had finished tasting me, she sat up and demanded that I lick the mess from her lips like a good girl.

I sat up and licked every bit from her mouth, making sure not to leave one sweet stain behind. As soon as she felt satisfied with my cleaning, she flipped me over to my stomach and brushed the head of the dildo against my vulva that was still wet with her saliva and my fluid. I groaned at the motion, wiggling my bottom as she ran her hand up my spine to grip the back of my dress and hold me in place.

“Stay still, little girl,” Mistress demanded. “I want to feel your insides.”

I swooned at the sound of her commanding me, my bottom immediately stopping as her grip tightened on the back of my dress. As she eased her way between my silky lips, she smoothed her hand up to my shoulder and around my neck. The slight pressure caused me to gasp, my body abuzz with all sorts of titillating emotions. Her finger made its way up my neck and into my mouth, her voice behind me instructing me to suck as if it was my Daddy's cock.

“Do you like sucking cock, baby girl?” she asked me sweetly.

I moaned into her finger.

“Don't speak with your mouth full,” said a voice from the doorway.

Alarmed by the sudden disturbance, I looked over to find Daddy standing in front of the door with his cock hanging out of his jeans. His hands were firmly on his hips and his face was stern, as if he'd come across me being incredibly bad. Mistress slowly pulled her finger out of my mouth, but kept the dildo firmly lodged inside of me. I had stopped rocking against her hips, frozen in place by the frightening look on Daddy's face that made my lips twitch around the solid dildo occupying my wet pussy. He looked over the scene in front of him and groaned.

“Yes, sir?” asked Mistress as she started to move her hips against my bottom. “Is there something that displeases you?”

Daddy was silent for a moment as he gathered his

thoughts.

“I just don't think she's enjoying this as much without my cock in her mouth. Don't you, Miss Lolita?” he responded while playfully stroking his chin.

“I think we should fix that,” Mistress said. “Baby girl, open your mouth for your Daddy.”

With some hesitation, I opened my mouth as Daddy walked over to the edge of the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. He smiled down at my exposed rump, the round bubble bouncing buoyantly as Mistress picked up her rhythm. While she slammed her hips into me, he smacked my bottom and then patted my mouth with his erect cock, my tongue lapping in response to the motion. I wanted to swallow him whole and show him how much I could take. It was such an innate desire to want to please him that came as naturally as needing to eat. I was so hungry and I needed Daddy to feed me.

Very sensually, Daddy asked if I wanted his cock in my mouth to which I nodded eagerly. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and held my head in place as he eased his cock into my mouth, the warm fluid leaking from the tip a delightful surprise on my tongue. It occurred to me that I had never seen his cock before, that our first encounter had been him pleasing me. I was enthralled at the opportunity to be of service, my place as a bottom suddenly defined in very clear terms by the current event. Between Mistress and Daddy, I was a little toy that they could use however they pleased.

How exhilarating.