Oct 202014
 

“So we got money comin’ in from that thing in Philly. We’re in our room, the four of us. It was me, Tony, Big Tony, and Rocka’.”

“Rocker? What kind of name is that?” Summer giggled, innocent little whore she was supposed to be.

“Ehhh… We call ‘em Rocka’ on account of how he rocks in his seat. Yanno… he leans on the back two legs of the chair and rocks. Like a rocking chair. So we, uhh… we call him ‘em Rocker. Anyway, yeah… right there, baby. Daddy likes that. Anyway, yeah…yeah….we were waiting for ….a friend, to show up.”

“Uh huuuuhhh” Summer had Paulie’s trousers and briefs down around his ankles, and his mind turning circles. He leaned back on the cheap hotel bed. Summer licked and kissed her way down to Paulie’s cock. She didn’t want to give him what he wanted until she got what she wanted. Paulie was on the drunk side, so she didn’t expect any trouble.

“So what happened to the rest of the story?” Summer’s eyes were wide, curious. She went deep on him twice, slowly. She gagged just a little. Paulie loved that sound.

“Ohhhhh baby, ohhh that’s a goood girl.” That girl and her tricky tricky mouth. She drew back and sat up beside him, her thick, tight nipples luring his attention upwards.

“Was it scary, Daddy?” Summer left whined and lowered her tone. She sounded horny. Her fingers rubbed his ears, his neck, down his shoulders.

You weren’t scared were you?” Summer drew back from Paulie. Her nipple popped from his mouth. She squealed and shook. He loved watching her breasts bounce.

“Daddy’s never scared.” Paulie reached down and stroked his own cock with one hand and twirled her hair with the other.

“So everything was good, right?” Paulie was animated, going back to the story.

Summer’s eyes went wide and she nodded along with his words.

“And then him and Rocka had an issue. And Rocka BOOM BOOM BOOM. Shot the guy in the belly. Three times.”

Paulie stuck three wiggling fingers into Summer’s belly each time he said the word “Boom.”

“Daddyyy! That tickles” Summer squealed and squirmed onto his lap.

“Daddy! That’s a scary story! I’m gonna have to sit in your lap so no one can get me. Please, Daddy?” She whined. Summer teased him with her little girl words and erotic actions. She moved to straddle his dick. Summer sank down on top of him with a pretty little purr and a pout. She was already feeding his cock into her. Her hips tipped from side to side.

“Ohhhh, don’t worry, baby, Daddy’s got you” All he could do was nod, vigorously. Paulie’s hands pulled her hips down on his cock.

Paulie liked to talk. Summer fucked him while she played an excited little girl. Paulie was her Big-Bad-Daddy. She played to his stories and he played right back. Summer sucked and fucked until they were both happy with what they got. She dressed and was dismissed.

Her driver delivered Summer to her apartment. She went upstairs and turned on the living room lights and the television. She waited exactly 15 minutes. Her cell phone rang.

“Anything for me?” The voice on the other end was familiar, and deep.

“Yes, Sir. It was Rocker. Three shots to the belly. He and Rocker had some kind of issue. Paulie was there. So was Tony, Big Tony, and Rocker. But Rocker shot him.” Summer did not like delivering bad news. The messenger could easily be shot, just for knowing the message. But she was valuable to a lot of people. Summer sold information out the backdoor to those who were willing to pay for it and act discreetly with it.
“Anything else?”

“Paulie said something about some money coming in from Philly, and that’s why your guy was coming to meet them.” The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly when Summer mentioned Philly. She knew better than to question. That laugh gave her chill bumps.

“It’s in your fridge.” He hung up the phone.

Summer’s phone went black. She had ten grand in a shipping envelope behind her orange juice. Pretty as she was, her betrayal was so thick you couldn’t wipe it off. She knew that someday, someone was going to start calling for the truth.

Wicked Wednesday

Mar 082012
 

They were almost as nervous as they were turned on. They were being propelled by excitement into a place that neither of them had been before, but both of them had sexually fantasized about.

…and fantasized about too many times to turn back now.

She just talked to him by messenger at first, then by text and sometimes phone.

It was so that she could reach him as she got more needy. She got more needy… really quickly.

He was more icked about it than she was, until his cock was hard and he was needy for his little girl’s warm, wet flesh.

At first, she’d read and re-read all the messages and “be Daddy’s little whore,” more times than anyone knew.

It was as if she really was keeping that secret he’d told her to.

And of course she was just as innocent as any little girl.

She wasn’t doing anything… wrong. ‘

It was just new and she didn’t know how she felt about it.

…but that wasn’t true

He didn’t know how he felt about it.

…she had decided exactly how she felt about it .

She wanted a Daddy.

Jun 162011
 

Even when I say that bad stuff, He smiles.

He’s gonna get me if I don’t shut up.

Daddy’s got that mean stuff like that sometimes.

But I will hide my face and casually leave my ass in the air, then squeal when he smacks at it.

Then I will be faux-shocked at his defilement of such an innocent creature

… and tell him about it.

… with a straight face.

…and a voice that most people have never heard and will never hear out of me.

I’m just a babygirl.

I want to hide behind him and curl up in his lap.

I want him to pet me and  feed me bites.

I want him to squish my sammiches flat, and rub that sweet part of my ass until my legs spread, and I get all blushy blushy.

I like sitting on the floor so I can stretch, then crawling over to put my head in his lap.

He can sit me down, and stop all the noise, and I’ll listen.

He can have me in tears in a heartbeat.

It’s more than sex.

It’s more than play.

It’s not exactly love, but close…

It’s a special level of care for another person.

Mar 142011
 

When I first realized what  kink was all about, I was one of those types who thought “I’ll never refer to any Top or Dom as Daddy.” I thought it was odd and directly referred to the relationship that I had with my Father. Taking into consideration that my Father had just passed away the year before, it was also a touchy subject.

Years went by, still no interest. I discovered my love for some of the more taboo types of kinky activities, knife play, rape play, etc. but still I resisted that one word that seemed so filled with disgust and filth that I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Daddy”

Daddy”

“Daaaddeeee”

It started out in my head, after reading some Twitter posts. In actuality, I had gotten off to something I’d read about ageplay a few years earlier. I had never cum so hard in my entire life, but I wasn’t up to admitting that just yet. The Husband wasn’t a ‘Daddy,’ but I had started calling him that when we fucked. it lit a fire in me. Still, I wanted more.

I wanted to hear the most perverse of things from the calm, lowered voice of a man with unethical intentions. I wanted to be completely innocent as he took hold of me gently, yet firmly …all the while his reassuring whispers in my ear, telling me that what he was doing was completely natural, shushing and stroking me as I whimpered and occasionally grunted.

This is what I wanted when I touched myself. This is what I needed along with the bought vibrations that the online stores couldn’t provide and the toy makers couldn’t design.

I wanted a Daddy.

Secret touches. Unwilling spankings. Stolen innocence. My virtue out the window and all the while my legs spread wide and my cunt gasping for more ….just one more touch, one more stroke of Daddy dick. I’ll quiver and moan. I’ll keep it slick and shaved, anything for Daddy.

Now, nothing is enough. It’s like a thirst that can’t be quenched.

Daddy

Daddy

Daddy