Punishing the Brats

“What do you want, Daddy?” she asked, teasing.

“To make you feel good,” he told her, not an ounce of mirth in his voice. “Now open your legs.”

She was revealed to him when he lifted her knees and spread for him. She smiled at him, lust in her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening. This was actually happening! For so long she had craved for just a moment like this, when she’d be wit

h him, her step-father, her Daddy… she never actually believed for one second, though, that it would come to fruition! That her dreams, her fantasies… would be realized!

She quivered as his lips kissed the aching skin on the inside of her thigh. It made her shiver, and it made goose bumps erupt all over her.

“Oh,” she moaned quietly, running her hands up her sides. Was this wrong? Was this something they shouldn’t be doing? Of course it was! But that didn’t mean she was going to stop!

He dragged his lips across her soft skin inward toward her womanhood. “Oh, Daddy,” she whispered as he slipped his fingers up her folds, kneading her puffy outer lips before spreading her wide, opening her velvet womanhood to him.

Aroused like she had a devil inside her, she craved for his touch on her private place. She wanted the destination, but she also wanted the journey. He started to plant small pecks on her outer lips, and she shivered crazily, feeling suddenly hotter than she was just mere microseconds ago.

She was already so sensitive down there!

Mandy let her head rest backward, and hummed. Her breathing quickened at his every touch. He was doing things to her she simply couldn’t comprehend.

“Yes,” she moaned as he teased her, taking it slow, and she loved that. Mandy didn't mind being teased, but God if it also wasn't driving her crazy! She couldn't wait for him to start pleasuring her.

He gave her entire vulva a quick suck, like it was a delicious fruit. She felt it everywhere, even down in her toes, and especially at the insides of her thighs.

Deftly, with his tongue, he went up one side of her clitoral hood, down the other to brush electrically against her hardened stub of a clitoris, now so, so, so sensitive… begging for more… begging for release.

She pushed her chest forward, wanting to receive more of his attention. She was like a cat longing for more attention, but at the same time wanting to stretch languidly, as though in the sun. Only, sunlight was pleasure, his touch, his attention.

He seemed to sense her impatience, and took her quivering bundle of nerves into his mouth, suckling on it, flicking his tongue at it, before transitioning into a rhythmic, circular licking.

She was aflame with sexual need. There was simply no other way she could put it. She felt on fire.

“Yes,” she moaned as he began to slowly lap at her clit, teasing it from left to right. Fireworks shot up through her with each wet, sticky lap against her nubbin, a short shock of sensation. “Fuck,” she breathed, practically panting.

She moaned when he pushed his tongue in between her slick folds. She could feel it growing, that pressure, that need for release. She hummed, yearning for when he would properly start serving her, when he would stop teasing her and just drive her forward to that oblivion she sought.

Taking her dot into his mouth, he began to tongue it. She stretched out, pointing her toes. She grinned, disbelief of what was actually happening buzzing about in her mind momentarily before being drowned out by the growing tide of her lust.

“Faster,” she panted, but he was still just teasing her. She arched her back, as though granting further invitation. Lifting her hips up, Mandy ground them into his face.

She could smell her arousal, but felt no pang of modesty for it was obvious he was utterly enjoying it.

He groaned onto her, and her body trembled at the vibrations. It was as if a beast had been unleashed within her, and she wanted to cry out and demand more.

He was at her clitoris, flicking her sensitive bud from left to right, dragging his tongue in between her outer and inner lips. The feeling of his hand grabbing the meat of her thigh quickened her panting. She already felt like a hot dog, but he was plucking from her core something animalistic, something primal.

“Yes, yes,” she panted when he began to ring her entrance. She bucked her hips upward even more. She arched her back even more. She wanted even more.

Her nipples were rock hard beneath her fingers as she tweezed them, and she decided enough was enough. “No more teasing,” she whispered, moving her hips, trying to get his finger in her entrance.

The heat she felt from his hot lips on her seemed to drown out all other sensations. She groaned as he pushed a finger inside her and dragged it across her front wall. Her eyes twitched shut, and she clenched her fists tight.

“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned. She was already in heaven, but she knew it was going to get better.

She also knew just from the way he ate her out that he loved the way she tasted, and he pulled his finger out of her, and sucked on the digit, closing his eyes as he did so.

“I could suck on your pussy forever,” he whispered.

“You like the way I taste, Daddy?”