1 Friday
Daddy lost control again today. I am not entirely to blame. He did tell me to wear my cheerleading outfit for him, and I like being his good girl, so I didn’t change after practice. Just like last week, he picked me up several blocks away from school in his sensible SUV. After all, Daddy is a family man now.
I giggled as I got in and played with my hair, still sweaty from practice, so that my outfit clung to my body in places, the short pleated skirt showing off my firm thighs. Daddy likes it when I’m girly, and I like pleasing him. He also likes it when I’m dirty, so I pushed my spandex spankies to one side, letting him get a good look at my teenage pussy. Anticipating today, I’d shaved carefully before going to bed the night before so that it was nice and smooth. Just the way he liked it.
“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I fished in my bag for my gloss, using the visor mirror to make my lips pretty and kissable.
“Long. I couldn’t stop thinking about my baby girl all day.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him rubbing the growing bulge in his trousers and smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and be naughty with him. Once I finished with my lips, I spread my legs a little so he could get a better look as I ran my middle finger up and down my wet slit until it was dripping wet, wiping it off on my thigh in the shape of a heart.
Licking my lips thoughtfully, I thought about some of the videos I’d watched last night while I was supposed to be sleeping. My parents had no idea about my porn habits.
“Have you ever spanked anyone before?” I asked, panting softly as I teased my pussy for him.
Daddy didn’t answer. At least not right away. I was pretending not to watch as I played with myself, pretending I didn’t see him visibly swallow, lips pressed tightly together as he slowed down and stopped at a red light. Only then did he break the silence, looking over at me, his gaze predatory as it roamed over my body, starting at my exposed pussy, then my tits, and, finally, my face.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I want to be spanked. It makes me horny when I watch girls being spanked,” I answered, suddenly shy, a warm blush creeping across my cheeks.
“I’ve spanked Angie a few times.”
Angie was Mrs. Thompson. Daddy’s wife.
“Maybe you could spank me sometime? Like when I’m a bad girl?”
He laughed at that, shaking his head. “You’re almost always a bad girl, Katy.”
I just smiled and rearranged my spankies so that my pussy was covered, keeping my dirty thoughts to myself as he drove us to the same hotel he’d fucked me at last week.
We rented a room on the second floor again, and I gave the guy at the desk a cheeky smile and a wink as he ogled my tits, perfectly aware that my nipples were visibly poking through the spandex. I even blew him a little kiss over my shoulder as we walked out of the office, much to Daddy’s amusement.
“You really are looking for a spanking,” he teased, his hand cupping my ass as we walked to our room. I just smiled, attempting to look innocent.
It was a different room this time, but it looked the same. Faded wallpaper, a king-sized bed, nightstands, a dresser with a TV, a closet, and a bathroom. This time, the painting on the wall was a flower garden instead of a naked woman.
Daddy locked the door behind us as I skipped over to the bed and threw myself on it, giggling breathlessly as I rolled over on my tummy and buried my face in the pillow. It smelled like sex. I should have been disgusted, but it made me feel deliciously dirty. Like I was just a cheap whore about to get fucked in a hotel room by a stranger twice my age.
“What’s so funny?” Daddy asked, a mixture of amusement and lust in his voice.
“Just excited, Daddy,” I murmured as I rubbed my tits and pussy against the bedspread. I’d been horny all week, and all I could think of now was his cock in my needy little cunt. Impatiently, I reached down and pulled the back of my cheer skirt up and started rolling my spankies to expose myself. “I need your cock in my teenage pussy.”
I knew Daddy liked it when I talked like that. When I reminded him I how young I was. That I was still in high school. How wrong it was that he was fucking his seventeen-year-old babysitter. He made a strangled noise behind me, followed by the faint sound of his zipper. And then I felt his weight on top of me.
He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want him to be. He yanked my purple cheer spankies further down and grabbed my waist, pushing his cockhead into my dripping wet pussy.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” I moaned, and he did, humping me from behind, his thick cock forcing me open and stretching my tight fuck hole, his balls slapping against my ass over and over.
It wasn’t romantic. I didn’t want romantic. I wanted him to want me so bad that he lost control. I wanted him to make me feel dirty. I wanted to be fucked.
I could feel his weight on top of me, pushing me into the covers, trapping me beneath him. He grabbed my wrists and held me down, grunting with each thrust, pushing me closer and closer, making me writhe with unbridled pleasure, my cunt pulsing and clenching as he rode me from behind.
“That’s it, Daddy. Fuck my cunt,” I whimpered as I felt a wave of pleasure building deep inside of me. A heartbeat later, I could feel him swell. Then he began pumping his warm cum into my overheated pussy, pushing me over the edge.
I swear I saw stars as I climaxed, my thoughts lost in overwhelming ecstasy. He held my wrists in a punishing grip, holding me down as he filled me, finally collapsing on top of me, his cock lodged deep inside after he’d drained his balls.
I couldn’t help but smile blissfully as I lay there, panting softly. I could feel his cum leaking onto the bedspread as he planted soft kisses on the back of my neck.
“You make me crazy,” he whispered.
“I like it when you lose control,” I purred, nestling into the covers, hating that our time was so short. Soon, he’d be cleaning up so he could go pick up his kid and rush home to his wife.
“I wish we had longer,” I said wistfully as he began to stir, his cock soft now, but still inside me.
“Me too, baby girl. Me too.”
“I want to taste you, Daddy.
He rolled me over on my back, positioning me under him so that his cock dangled over my mouth. It was so beautiful, dripping wet with cum. I stuck my tongue out, catching several drops, letting them slide into my mouth, tasting the mix of sweet and savory and bitter tang before I swallowed.
“Feed me,” I mumbled, and he did, guiding his member past my lips and into my eager mouth. I began sucking and cupping his balls as his cock began to swell, slowly forcing my lips apart. I loved how much stamina Daddy had. How horny he was for me. It didn’t take long before he filled my mouth with his cum.
2 Friday
Mrs. Thompson had texted me on Monday, asking if I could babysit for them on Saturday. Of course, I said yes. That would give me two days in a row with Daddy. I couldn’t wait for Friday to arrive. I spent much of the week working on my porn addiction while I was supposed to be doing my homework, learning a lot about myself that surprised me a little. I was quickly turning into a very kinky girl.
I wanted to surprise him, so I’d hidden a pair of tight short-shorts and a tank top in my bag, changing into them at the end of the day before leaving for our usual Friday rendezvous. They left very little to the imagination, especially since I wasn’t wearing underwear. Just the shorts, the top, and a pair of black sneakers.
Daddy pulled over, eyeing me appreciatively as I got in, doing his best not to be too much of a perv and failing spectacularly. His trousers were already tented before I’d finished buckling my seatbelt.
“How was school, baby girl?”
I answered with a shrug, not really interested in small talk, quickly changing the subject.
“I want to be spanked today, Daddy. Please? Please, please, please?” I begged.
I giggled a little as his eyebrows went up a little.
“It’s usually bad girls who get spanked.” His voice was a little husky as he pulled carefully out into traffic.
“I can be a bad girl,” I cooed, spreading my thighs and rubbing my pussy through my tight shorts, a small wet patch already visible on the pastel blue lycra. I placed my free hand on his thigh, running soft pink nails over the soft wool. “I am feeling very naughty today.”
I talked as we drove, playing with my pussy every time we stopped for a traffic light, slyly observing his expression as he watched, his erection tenting his trousers. I wanted him to be insatiable by the time we arrived.
“I can’t wait to suck your cock, Daddy. Wrap my lips around it and suck and lick it like a good little girl. I want you to cum all over me. My face. My tits. My pussy.”
I was relentless, enjoying the reaction I was getting. He actually let out a soft groan or two.
“Would you like that? See me dripping with your cum? Dripping from my lips? My nipples? Your little teenage whore covered in your spunk, Daddy?” I teased, enjoyed the way his breath hitched every time I brushed against his bulge, giggling a little when I tried to unzip him, and he slapped my hand away.
“Behave, baby girl, or I really will spank you.”
“Promise?” I purred, my heart going pitter-patter against my ribs at the thought.
We pulled up to our hotel. Yes, it was ours now, at least in my head. There was another couple in front of us. A guy even older than Daddy and a girl who looked like she was barely old enough to drink. I wondered if she was actually a hooker or if they were just having an affair like us. She smiled, glancing down at my shorts and then my face, and winked as they were leaving. I blushed, suddenly reminded of the tell-tale wet spot.
This time, we were given a room on the bottom floor near the ice machine. I could almost feel the heat of the desk guy’s hungry eyes on my ass as we walked out of the lobby.
“Bet he jerks off thinking about you. Maybe next time you should give him a little peek,” Daddy teased, making me blush even harder as we headed for our room for the next sixty minutes.
This time, we got pale green wallpaper, gray carpeting, and a picture of a woodland scene. Other than that, it was nearly identical to the others.
After locking the door, Daddy sat down on the bed and unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from his boxers. It was already hard, and I could see the shine of precum dripping from his peehole. Eagerly, I started to get down on my knees.
“Stop,” he said, his voice stern. It was more of a command. I stopped instantly, frowning a little. More of a pout, really.
“Daddy?” I said, using my little girl voice, knowing that it made him a little crazy when I did.
“You still want to be spanked?”
I am sure that my eyes grew wide and lit up for him.
“Yes!”
He crooked his finger at me, patting his lap, a faint smile drawing the corners of his mouth up. I didn’t waste a second, lying myself over his thighs so that his cock was pressing against my tummy, giggling breathlessly as I raised my ass temptingly, arching my back like a cat stretching.
He was so gentle. His fingers glided slowly over my firm bottom, teasing me through my tight shorts. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, leaking into my crotch, his steady touch exciting me.
“Have you ever been spanked before, baby girl?”
I shook my head, concentrating on the feel of his hand as he fondled me.
“Does the idea excite you?”
“It’s making my pussy wet,” I admitted shyly, my voice just above a whisper. I felt the heat of anticipation inside my core, stripping away any inhibitions I might have had left as his finger traced down the cleft between my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to make a deal with you, baby. I’m going to spank you. And then I’m going to let you suck my cock and swallow all my cum.”
Wordlessly, I began rocking my hips, humping my pussy against his thigh, Usually it was Daddy that lost control. Today, it felt like the roles had been reversed.
“Here’s the hard part, sweetheart,” he said patiently as he parted my thighs just enough to get a pair of fingers between them, causing me to inhale sharply. “You don’t get to come. Not today. Not tonight. Not until I’m driving you home tomorrow night.”
“But-,” I started to protest, my words turning into a surprised yelp as his hand came down hard on my ass. I’m not sure which was louder. His slap or my cry of pain. I felt a burning sting that seemed to blossom in my right cheek, spreading deeper with each second.
“Shush, baby. This is what you wanted.”
I realized that I was whimpering softly and that I was on the verge of tears. I did my best to quiet myself, trembling from head to toe as he gently caressed my bottom once more.
“How did that feel?”
“It hurt, Daddy,” I answered truthfully, unable to keep from squirming as he continued to massage my glowing ass tenderly.
“It was supposed to,” he chuckled. “Some girls like that.”
“Maybe I’m not just some girl.” The words came out a little more cheekily than I’d meant them to.
“Too bad. All that really matters is that I like spanking you.”
At least I had a moment of warning this time as he raised his hand and smacked my other cheek. Not that it helped. I still let out a yelp. It still hurt, but it still felt nice when he began rubbing again.
“How many was that, baby girl?”
“Two,” I said, just managing not to stumble over the word.
“From now on, I want you to keep count. Is that understood? Out loud.”
“I think so, Daddy,” I replied, bracing myself for the next spank.
By the time I’d counted up to ten, tears were running down my face, and I was shaking all over. My bottom burned and felt bruised.
“Next time, you won’t have shorts to protect you. Now, get off. Daddy wants you to show him what a dirty little girl you are and suck him off.”
I scrambled off his lap, worried that he would spank me again if I took too long. I slid down between his legs as he spread his thighs and offered me his hard prick.
“Go on, baby. Make Daddy cum.”
I know a lot of the girls at school didn’t like giving blow jobs. A lot of them thought it was gross or demeaning or whatever. I loved it. It got me all hot and bothered just thinking about it. I think I liked it as much as being fucked. Needing to take my mind off the lingering pain, I began licking him, coating my tongue with his slick precum as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead. As a reward, I felt his fingers moving through my hair. It felt like being petted.
“That’s my horny little girl,” he sighed, letting me do all the work as he leaned slightly back and played with my hair, wrapping it gently around his fingers and then letting it slip from his grasp as I took him in deeper, drooling until the length of his cock was dripping with my spit.
“Your pussy nice and wet, baby? I know how much you like swallowing my cock. How much do you like it when I blow cum down your throat?”
I managed to whimper, pulling back and stroking him while I sucked on his tip, never once letting it leave my mouth, my lips a tight seal.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” he groaned. His cock spasmed as I slid my mouth down it again, my tongue gliding over the thick vein beneath. Cupping his balls, I gently fondled, coaxing his cum up the engorged shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers tightening so he could push himself deeper, engulfing his dripping prick in my mouth. Then he did the unexpected, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back just as I felt his cock twitch, spewing his hot load all over my face with a gasp of pleasure.
“Fuck,” He repeated as thick ropes of cum sprayed all over my cheeks and mouth, some of it hitting my tongue, some dripping onto my white tank, some of it dribbling down my chest and into my meager cleavage.
I stared up at him, feeling a sense of betrayal. I’d been looking forward to drinking his cum, and then I started giggling as he wiped his cock off on my lips. Of course, I couldn’t resist kissing and licking it clean until he gently pushed me away so that he could clean up while I curled up on the bed, watching him in the bathroom, using the pillow to wipe cum off my face, wondering if it would still be there for the next people using the room.
Before…
