Daddy Saw His Chance Pt. 03

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I woke up smiling on Saturday morning. I remembered Daddy’s hands on my breasts, his cock in my mouth, his rock hard dick in my pussy… It was all real, and I committed to Daddy last night. I was achy from our adventures and sticky with our cum, desperate for a shower. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. While the water warmed I pulled a fluffy towel from the cupboard. I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. As the water poured over my body, I soaped up all the places Daddy explored and smiled as I remembered the sex we shared. I washed my hair and rinsed my body from head to toe.

The bathroom mirror was foggy from the steam. I looked at my blurry self and saw my shapely silhouette in a whole new way than ever before. I saw a young woman’s body, curvy, with large breasts and wide hips, but proportionate and smooth. I hoped that Daddy was happy with my body – I had no idea what his tastes were, but I made a mental note to ask him sometime. A minute later, while I was toweling my legs, I stopped when a new thought crossed my mind: was I allowed to ask Daddy things like that now?

I sighed and finished drying myself. I really had no idea what I was getting in to, but the way Daddy’s love made me feel inside, I knew it was worth pursuing. I wrapped the towel around my chest and tucked the corner into the top. I started thinking about what to wear for the day as I walked back to my room. Daddy wanted to talk to me today, about my “submissiveness,” and I had no idea what one would wear for such an event. I didn’t have to worry about it for long, because there was an outfit laid on my bed. Daddy must have put it there for me while I was in the shower! My smile stretched from ear to ear – Daddy is such a thoughtful person, and he always takes care of me.

I unwrapped the towel, threw it over my head, dried my short hair as much as I could, and hung the wet towel on the back of my door. Daddy had left one of his old, faded rock band t-shirts and some plaid boxer briefs on top of a pair of my blue jeans. There was no bra in the pile. The boxers made me feel super kinky, and I absolutely loved wearing Daddy’s shirt. It was like he was right there with me, hugging me tight. I sat on the edge of the bed and hugged myself, holding Daddy’s shirt close to my skin. I hadn’t put my jeans on yet when Daddy appeared in the doorway.

“Hello Princess – you look lovely hugging yourself like that. Let’s have a look.” He walked toward the bed with an outstretched hand. I took it and stood up silently, my smile speaking loudly enough for both of us. I did a full turn so he could see my outfit. “Good girl. You’re very beautiful. Put on the pants that I left for you and come join me in the kitchen.” I nodded; Daddy turned and left the room. I put on my jeans and ran a brush through my hair. I stood stiffly with my arms at my sides, took a deep breath, and reminded myself to walk slowly down the stairs so I didn’t seem so anxious and foolish, even though I felt like barreling down the stairs and jumping onto Daddy’s back like a little kid!

Daddy was at the kitchen table with his laptop and glasses. I didn’t get a good view of the screen, but there were no charts or spreadsheets like I was used to seeing. I took my seat across the table from Daddy and pulled from grapes from the bunch in the fruit bowl on the table. I hadn’t eaten much the night before because I was so excited to make love to Daddy, and now I was trying to keep my stomach from growling.

Daddy lowered the computer screen so he could look at me. He took off his glasses and hooked them into his shirt collar. He looked directly into my eyes, cleared his throat, and asked, “Did Daddy’s good girl have fun last night?”

I nodded. Oh, shoot! Speak! Panic set in and I yelled, “Yes, Daddy!” It had been less than a day and I’d already forgotten a rule! Ohhhh this was going to be difficult… He said I would be punished for disobedience, but I don’t remember him saying what I would have to endure. I just yelled at my Daddy; my cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. I frantically grabbed more grapes and shoved them into my mouth, telling myself ‘shut up, you idiot!’

Daddy seemed unfazed by the event. “What we did last night was very special, but it will have to be our secret. Daddy does not want anyone to know that you and he are being intimate together. It would be too difficult for someone to understand. Daddy loves you very much and wants to keep you all to himself. That means I will not date other women, and Daddy expects you not to date any other men. Is that clear Princess?”

My heart was aching from the love I felt at that moment. Daddy wanted ME! Only me and no one else, and I was honored. I swallowed the last of my grapes and tried to contain my canlı bahis excitement. “Yes, Daddy. I love you, too.” He smiled and reached his hand across the table for me to squeeze. I thought he was going to let go, but instead he kept his hand in mine and stood up from the table. He walked around to me and bent down to kiss me. I pouted a little as he broke the kiss, which made him chuckle. He picked up his laptop and asked me to follow him to the livingroom.

Daddy sat on the couch with his back against the arm, just the way he had last night. He took his glasses from his collar and put them on, then patted the cushion, inviting me to snuggle between his legs again. He put the computer on my lap and lifted the lid. On the screen was a short list:

-Trust

-Commitment

-Obedience

-Love

-Confidence

-Speak your answers

-No collar/leash

I recognized the items – Daddy told me last night he wanted to be my master and for me to be his submissive. I was too dumbfounded to carry on a conversation about it, but I knew it was on the agenda for today. I read the list over and over while Daddy rubbed his hands on my thighs. It was making me more relaxed and more tense at the same time!

“This will be our set of rules. I want you to tell me things that you want to put on the list, and we will talk about them together to decide if they should be added or not. Do you have any questions about what Daddy has already written?” I read the list again quickly and pointed to the word ‘confidence’ on the screen. As nervous as I was to ask, I knew that this list was going to shape my future, and I knew how important it was to understand and agree to everything on it. I asked, “What do you mean by confidence?”

“Remember last night when you brought that silly blanket with you and tried to cover up your breasts? Baby, you are beautiful, and Daddy does not want you to be embarrassed about anything, ever. You must have confidence in yourself and in your body. Daddy is proud of you and wants you to be proud of yourself, too.” That all made sense; it was going to take some work, since ’embarrassed’ could have been my middle name, but I was willing to try if it would make Daddy happy.

Daddy asked what things I would like to add to the list. I was nervous to ask, and he could tell by my delay that he would need to intervene. He reached around me to the keyboard and typed ‘HONESTY’ in capital letters.

I tensed, afraid that Daddy was mad at me for not answering quickly enough, but he moved his hands to my shoulders and whispered, “Do you trust me?” Those magic words were enough to melt my fears. I moved the laptop to the coffee table, stood up, turned around, and sat back down on the couch, facing Daddy. He laughed out loud at my sudden burst of bravery. He took my hands in his and pulled me forward for a kiss. I moaned onto his lips. My nipples were stiff and rubbing on his shirt, and my pussy was dribbling onto his boxers. I couldn’t wait to have sex with him again! Once again he broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. “Tell me, my good girl, what else do you want to put on this list?”

“I know you want me to be your submissive, but I don’t know when or for how long. Do I do it all the time or just sometimes? If we don’t want people to know, then we can’t do things together in public, right?”

“Daddy will own your body and your pleasure at all times. When we are out in public, people will see us as a father and a daughter – there will be no kissing or sexual behavior. When we are at home, Daddy will ask you to do things whenever and wherever he wants to, and you are expected to obey. I promise to keep you safe from harm, princess, but you will need to always trust me.”

For some reason, I was a little let down when Daddy said there would be no public displays of affection, but I realized I was being silly. Of course the general population would not understand our arrangement, so really, it was for the best. I needed more clarification of the body ownership business, so I asked, “What kind of things do I need to ask your permission for? What clothes I have to wear? What I can eat? When I can go to the bathroom? Oh, god, wait, you don’t want me to…” My face flushed red again and I swallowed hard. Daddy cocked his head to the side with a concerned look on his face; he needed to know what was going through my mind. He squeezed my hands tightly with one of his and lifted my chin with the other. He looked at me and waited.

If I didn’t explain myself soon, I might be stuck with things I didn’t really want. This was my chance to help shape the rules, so I had to toughen up and get my words out. “I want to be able to do things myself and not have to ask for everything. I know I will have to ask for some stuff, but not everything, right? I mean, I like that you put bahis siteleri these clothes out for me today, but obviously I have to go to work during the week, and I want to be able to pick out my own outfits. And the bathroom thing… Some stories I’ve read are very restrictive about bathroom usage and when and where…” My eyes dropped, realizing I was adding a lot of “no” items to our list of rules, and I felt like a dope again.

Daddy leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Confidence, child. You needn’t worry about asking for these things – we are creating the rules together, and you are well within your rights to tell me what you like and don’t like. I don’t intend to micromanage your entire life, just the times that you are here with me, and especially the times that we are being intimate. I trust that you will do your best to please me and obey the rules. You are Daddy’s very special princess, and I love you very much.” I smiled as he turned to the keyboard to type ‘No bathroom restrictions.’

“Daddy, I have one more question, but I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask it.”

Daddy’s eyebrow raised – he was intrigued. “My dear, you and I just had a conversation about me scheduling your bathroom breaks, and now you are afraid to ask me something?” He snickered at the thought. “Ask away, sweetheart.”

“What body type do you prefer? Curvy or… not?” Daddy stifled a laugh – he knew that my self-esteem was in his hands now, and a laugh would have killed it. He was a fan of all body types (especially naked ones) and was happy to have large breasts to play with and wide hips to hold on to while we fucked. He held my hands and told me that curvy was perfect, and that I must believe him when he tells me I am beautiful. I grinned from ear to ear and squeezed Daddy’s hands.

“If there is nothing else, my love, I would like to do something that we have not done yet.” He lifted his hands to my cheeks and ran his thumbs over my lips. “Daddy wants to cum in your mouth, child… I want my good girl to suck my cock and swallow all of my cum. Take off your jeans and my clothes. Let me watch you.” I stood from the couch to undress. I crossed my arms over my chest, grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over my head. My chest was cold and it made my nipples hard. I unbuttoned my jeans and swirled my hips, practicing my ‘confidence’ as I shimmied out of the boxers. I licked my lips for Daddy – he smiled and winked at me. I bent to pick the clothes up off the floor. My large, heavy tits hung down in front of me. Daddy said, “Walk over to me. Stay bent over so I can see your breasts sway as you do.”

I took a few steps toward the couch so I stopped right in front of Daddy. He reached out and put his hands under my tits to support them. He groped them a little, massaging my nipples with his palms. He pushed them up and removed his hands so they fell hard; I had to steady myself on the couch so I didn’t fall with them. “Climb up onto the couch. Get on your hands and knees. Hang your breasts over my cock.” Daddy unbuttoned his flannel shirt. I could see the bulge in his lounge pants, stressing the button that was holding him in. He released the button and pulled his cock through the slit; it was standing at attention and dripping with precum. I dangled my breasts over it, swaying over the tip, coating my nipples with his clear liquid.

Daddy groaned when he felt my nipples hit the tip of his throbbing cock. He put his hands on my breasts and directed them toward either side of his dick, then pulled me down so I was surrounding him. Daddy’s fat cock was stuffed between my tits. He massaged my skin while moving his cock up and down, in and out of the tight, warm cocoon of my breasts. He spoke with ragged breath: “Stick your tongue out, my good submissive girl… Lick the tip of Daddy’s cock.” As his cock poked through my cleavage, my tongue touched his mushroom head. “Good girl…” He fucked my tits faster. The more I licked, the more wet my tits got, and the faster Daddy could slide his dick up and down them. He gripped my breasts tightly; they were turning red from his hands.

Daddy slowed his strokes and released my chest. His cock was thick with veins and his head was purple. “Lean down and suck my cock, child.” I grinned and knelt to my forearms, sticking my naked butt into the air. I felt so dirty and vulnerable in that position; it was definitely my favorite. I opened my mouth and hovered over Daddy’s cock. I dipped my head so his cock was in my mouth, closed my lips, and moaned as I slid his cock out. Daddy’s head fell back and he moaned. “Fuck princess, your mouth is so tight on Daddy’s cock…”

I sucked Daddy in and out, moaning so the vibrations from my lips would echo through his cock. Daddy alternated between stroking my hair and reaching down to feel my breasts. His hips started to bahis şirketleri pump up and down in time with my mouth, pushing himself deeper inside. “Daddy wants to fuck your mouth, princess… Stay still, let me move your head.” I braced myself and made sure I was breathing through my nose so I wouldn’t choke like the night before. I relaxed my neck so Daddy could push and pull my head without hurting me. He slowly began moving my lips up and down his shaft. Daddy groaned and hissed as he did so.

“Daddy loves fucking his good girl’s mouth. You are such a good girl for Daddy… Reach your hand down and play with your pussy. Think of how Daddy licks it and makes it all wet. Get your little clit nice and hard for me.” I stretched my arm to rub my pussy. It was already wet enough to finger. Daddy’s hands wrapped around my head and pulled me up and down, up and down onto his thick cock. I rubbed around my pussy lips with my middle finger and touched my clit with another. I swirled my finger in circles around my stiff nub and moaned more onto Daddy’s cock. “Good girl… Touch your cunt for Daddy… Do not cum unless Daddy says so.”

I slowed my rubbing so I wouldn’t be in danger of disobeying the rule. Daddy kept fucking my lips. I swirled my tongue around his cock; Daddy grunted and fucked deeper into my mouth. “Good girl… Keep doing that for Daddy… Mmmmmm yes princess, Daddy’s going to cum in your mouth!” Daddy fucked faster and faster. I did my best to move my tongue so he could cum down my throat. After a few more pumps, Daddy tensed. “Daddy’s cumming – swallow, baby, swallow Daddy’s cum!” I felt his dick pulse and spurt hot cum into the back of my mouth. After a few shots hit my throat, I swallowed his gift, and swallowed a few more times to clear my throat of his warm white cum. “Good girl…” Daddy slowly moved my head off his cock and dropped back against the arm rest, totally exhausted.

I stayed in my crouching position with my hand on my pussy, not moving, awaiting Daddy’s instructions. He lifted his head so he could see me. “Turn around. Stay on your hands and knees. Bring your pussy to Daddy.” I awkwardly turned my body around, trying to keep from falling off the couch. When my pussy was facing Daddy, I dropped back down to my forearms so my butt was in the air. Daddy put his hands on my butt cheeks and pushed them down so my cunt was in line with his mouth.

“You did a wonderful job sucking on my cock; you followed all of my instructions. Now Daddy wants to make his good girl cum for him.” He placed his hands on the back of my thighs and spread my puffy lips apart. I felt his stiff tongue slide up my slit, slowly at first, with a long time in between licks. I was dying for more, it felt so good… Daddy told me to rub my clit for him, but to be careful not to cum. His hands spread my lips further apart as the tongue strokes became longer and more torturous; after a couple of minutes I was squirming around and moaning. “Daddyyyyyy… Mmmm Daddy, yessss…”

Daddy stopped licking. “Tell me what you want, child – do you want to cum? Tell Daddy how badly you want to cum for him.”

I wiggled my ass in the air while I waited for him to put his warm tongue back onto my pussy. “Daddy, please, please let me cum! I want to cum for you so badly! Please let your good girl cum!” It felt so good to be so naughty for Daddy… He chuckled and returned to my cunt. This time he plunged his tongue in and out of my wet hole. I still hadn’t received Daddy’s permission to cum; I buried my face into the couch and screamed in pleasure, hoping I could hold off until he allowed me to let go. I pinched and squeezed my clit, trying to distract myself from the pleasure of Daddy’s mouth. I begged and pleaded, “Daddy, pleeeeease, I need to cum Daddyyyyyy!”

Daddy continued to fuck my pussy with his tongue, faster and deeper, his spit mixing with my wet cunt juice in his mouth. Daddy loved the taste and started to suck. It drove me wild! He decided he had tortured me enough, and he kept his lips to my skin while he commanded, “Cum! Cum for me!” The vibrations sent me over the edge – Daddy pushed his tongue into my slippery wet cunt and I came, squirting hot pussy juice onto his tongue and chin. I threw my head back and moaned as I came hard for my Daddy. He kept his tongue inside while my muscles pulsed around him. My body tensed as I rode my orgasm. I panted and moaned for my Daddy, whose face was wet with my cum.

As I came down from my high I whispered repeatedly, “Thank you, Daddy, thank you…” I dropped my body to the couch, my arms stretched out in front of me, and my belly resting on my thighs. Daddy rubbed his hands over my back and called me his good submissive girl. He patted my butt, letting me know it was time to move. I sat up and turned sideways on the couch so he could move his legs. He turned and sat beside me so he could see the list on the computer screen. He pointed to the word ‘love’ and turned to kiss me. My tongue dipped into Daddy’s mouth and I could taste my pussy juice on his lips.

“I love you Daddy…”

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