Dietrich #2
I strip off my jacket as my balls swing low in my boxers like they’re full of molten lead, my dick as hard and as thick as an oak branch.
If she pouts and calls me daddy right now, I’m damn sure I’ll blow.
I’m an old fuck lusting after a girl that’s about three breaths beyond jailbait, but from the look in her eyes, she’s as hot for me as I am for her, which has got to be the sixth wonder of the fucking world.
“Yeah, princess. You’re funny. But I’m about to fuck that cherry flavored smirk right off your face.”
She twirls on her toes, wiggling her butt as it spins by with only a thread of black lace in the crack of her cheeks. I’m practically tearing my shirt off, then whipping my belt from my pants as I kick my shoes off leaving me in my pants and nothing else.
“Well, if you don’t want me to be funny, what do you want me to be?” she asks, biting into her bottom lip.
Jesus. She’s a miracle.
I strip off my socks, practically falling over as my erection throws my center of gravity off, then recover as I focus on the way the translucent black fabric is giving her the cutest fucking camel toe. I see her. The real her.
“Well, little girl, let’s play pretend.” I battle my pants and briefs down over my angry swollen johnson, stepping forward naked as her eyes tell me she knows I’m about to call her cute little bluff.
“I want my daughter to give me a show. You’re my favorite actress, so, I’m going to tell you how to act, and you do it. ”
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”
She’s tough and sharp and uses her dry humor to put people in their place, but not me. I know what my baby needs and I’m a strong enough man to give it to her.
“This is a little different. I like obedience, you should know that already. So, you do as I say. Down on all fours.” I snap at the floor in front of me, pleasure pealing inside of me as her eyes fill with confusion.
“Now,” I add with another snap which breaks her momentary trance.
“And lose the lollipop. Your mouth is going to be busy with something else.”
She tosses the lollipop, then lowers her supple curves down onto her knees, the straps on the backs of her thighs indenting in the flesh of her ass as the weight of her tits falls forward in the front of the black bra.
From the thrill in her brown eyes, my little spitfire likes to be ordered around just like I figured. She’s had to be tough and run her world, but deep inside, she longs for someone to take away that responsibility and that someone is me.
A heated smile decorates her crimson lips as she locks her elbows. Her shoulders shift back, chin up with her teeth in her bottom lip, waiting for my next command.
“That’s my good girl.” I step forward in a slow circle around her, admiring every angle, then reach down to stroke her hair from front to back a few times before resuming my position in front of her.
My dick stands tall, weeping at the sight as it begs to unburden itself from the painful throbbing in my nuts. But all that spunk is going directly into her womb this time.
“You like that necklace?”
“Yes.”
“Did you realize it was a collar?”
She pinches her brow on a squint. “I thought it was a choker. There’s a difference.”
I nod at her fire. “There is, but it is in fact a collar. That’s a symbol of ownership.” I stall, reaching down to try to soothe the pain in my dick with a few strokes, lubing up the head with the stream of precum dripping from the slit. “Now crawl here.”
I nod at the spot in front of my feet.
She doesn’t move, as I expected. My pulse turns to rapid fire as she challenges me with her eyes.
“You can’t own people. That’s slavery and I’m sure you realize that’s illegal.” She tosses her head back, making her tits jiggle as the pink of her nipples does battle with the top edge of lace on the cups of the bra.
“Your father does not need a lecture from a little girl on legalities. I’m quite aware of the law and I’m quite aware that I break it often, if and when it suits me. As my daughter, your job is to do as I say. You can do that, can’t you?”
She gives that a moment of consideration before she shifts her weight on her knees, bringing one forward, then a hand, then a knee back and forth until she’s cat crawling forward, making my heart fucking sing.
“That’s a pretty little kitty. You are a good actress.” My dick twitches and I fight away the fear that I’ll never get myself all the way inside her. “Now, sit up like you’re begging, and pant… You’re a dog now. You like dogs don’t you, baby?”
Another moment of hesitation, but it resolves faster this time and pride swells in my chest when she shifts back onto her heels, hands up like little paws and her tongue lays out over her bottom lip.
Pant, pant, pant.
Her cheeks flush a deep red that matches her lipstick as she acts the part and this man that’s here with her isn’t the man that walked into her house the day before yesterday. I’m having fucking fun.
Fun.
The closest I’ve come to fun in decades is torturing assholes that mistreat their pets.
Now, here I am with a pet of my own.
Fucking weird but I’m so fucking turned on by her obedience and her willingness to do what pleases me, I’ve got visions of white chapels and happily ever afters.
“You want this, don’t you? You want your treat.” I fist my shaft, aiming the head toward her outstretched tongue as she nods with excitement in her eyes.
What kind of young beauty would do this for a man as old as her father with enough bulk to know that I should be hitting the gym more often?
A beauty that’s getting paid.
The thought comes unbidden. The old cynical Dietrich coming to the fore momentarily. But I push him back. This is real. It’s not just a transaction.
Her smile fades as though she’s read my mind. I swallow back my own insecurities for the moment. I’m claiming her as mine. Worthy or not, she’ll never know another man’s touch.
“Lick it,” I grunt in an attempt to distract myself from the other train of thought.
“Like a dog?” She breaks character and I consider that for a second.
“No. Like my daughter.” I blurt it out without hesitation, the full force of my deviant fantasies coming forward. “I raised you, didn’t I?”
A flash of doubt crests her face as lust and darkness do battle in my core, my thoughts starting to scramble.
Is it too much? Too far?
She answers for me. “Yes. But, I don’t know how to do it.”
“You want me to teach you?”
She nods, her hands dropping to the tops of her thighs, eyes lighting up like the fourth of July, and I don’t give a shit that I’m paying her right now.
She flutters her lashes as she stares at my face, waiting for instruction.
“After I give you a quick lesson on helping Daddy relax, I’m going to tear into that soft teasing gash of yours. I want you to know what it means to be owned by me.”
Her fingers wind up the sides of my legs and the way she’s looking at me like I’m Christ himself has my ego filling the room. I want her to want me, I do, but there’s a dark part of me that’s overriding reason and ignoring reality.
Blood fills my cock to the point the skin is stretched so thin, I’m about to pop as I admire her beautiful curves and wish I could lick her everywhere at once.
“Just pretend it’s that lollipop you had earlier.
Lick and suck on the tip just like you did.
Then, when Daddy can’t stand it one more second, I’m going to put my little girl on those white sheets and fuck my ownership into you.
You’ll never leave Daddy, you understand?
That’s what this is about, making sure you know, just because you grow up, doesn’t mean you get to leave. Now, lick.”
She’s frozen for a beat, but it doesn’t last. In a moment, she’s walking her fingers up my thighs, slipping them around my shaft and bringing it down to her warm lips.
“Like this?” She presses her mouth to the head and I nearly blow. “I have to hold it like a lollipop too, right, Daddy?”
I’d pay her every cent I ever made to make me feel this way. “Just like that. Keep going, a little more lips and tongue, then suck on it inside your mouth for a little bit. It feels good for me.”
Her youth and innocence are as intoxicating as any controlled substance. Her lusty fragrance tickles my nostrils as she draws my manhood between her eager lips.
“Now, move your hands like this.” I reach down and ease her grip up and down, moving along the shaft as I rock into her face, my hips jutting forward, giving her a few more inches as her eyes round and I’m hit in the face again with what a fucking pervert I am.
My ethics have always been slippery, but as she looks up at me for guidance from under those dark lashes, I’m conflicted.
But not enough to stop what’s happening here.
No. There’s no off switch on this freight train.
She jerks me off with her hands while sucking the tip just like that fucking lollipop and I nearly blow. Her eyes are glazed and I know I can’t take much more.
She releases me for a second on a panting breath, asking, “Did I make you feel good?”
Fuck.
“Yes, baby, but it’s time for your next lesson. You’re going to let Daddy inside you now with his cock. You’ve kept that pussy of yours tight and untouched for me, but I can’t wait anymore. It’s time you learned what grown up men like to do when they get into bed with their little girls.”
She’s moaning Daddy, Daddy as I reach down and grip her hair, half dragging her on her knees to the bed before throwing her, bouncing, onto the mattress. I finally tear off the black lace as she wiggles and fights just enough to make me earn it.
“Ouch. That’s too rough.”
“You’re going to have a big ouch in a second, baby. But just like when you skin your knees, I’ll kiss it all better when we’re done. Now, you’re gong to make me feel good again, but it’s going to hurt you for a minute, you need to be brave.”
I fist my erection and line it up with the slick heat of her opening, muscling her hips apart with my body.