Chapter 16 #3
He helps me bounce, gripping my ass cheeks as I ride to a trot, up and down, up and down, up and down. This is off script, nothing but feral want as I use his suited shoulders for leverage.
Yes. Holly needs her amazing daddy.
I kiss him deep, showing him how much I’ve missed him. How much I respect him. How much this filthy play means to a dirty princess like me.
He kisses me back like I’m his world. His precious prodigy in a college uniform. The apple of his eye.
“Daddy,” I moan as I pick up speed. “Oh, Daddy, you’re going to make me come. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.”
“Take what you need, sweetheart. Take it all.”
He grips my hips and pumps into me so fast it makes my tits bounce and my clit scream.
“Oh, Daddy. Ohhhhhh…”
“Squeal for me, dirty girl,” he says and that’s not a fucking problem.
I can see the strain etched on his face as he holds back his own climax until I’m over the edge first. I’m panting, and whimpering, gripping his shoulders and practically screaming as he pistons into me and my clit fucking explodes.
“Fuck,” he says and slams into me again and again and I feel every spasm of his thick cock as he unloads.
It’s absolutely fucking amazing.
Absence sure makes the pussy grow fonder.
I wrap my arms around Daddy’s shoulders, resting against him with his cock still inside me as we catch our breaths together. I smile against his neck, giggling in the come down, because Jesus Christ, Daddy is a superstar.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. “I was thinking about that all the way home.”
“I’ve been thinking about you a great deal, Holly. That lack of restraint was somewhat unavoidable on my part.”
“Mine, too.”
He kisses my head before giving my ass a playful slap, then lifts me slowly from his cock, and I bite my bottom lip, loving his smile as his cock pops out of me.
“Let’s check on that casserole, shall we. We could do with a decent meal after that workout.”
“Yeah, we could. I’m starving and it smells delicious.”
I have such an easiness around Daddy now. There is nothing false in the way I grin at him across the kitchen, and nothing weird when I sip my juice and watch him preparing dinner. Fair play to him, he’s a good chef. No wonder Daddy’s casserole is his little girl’s favourite.
We eat at the dinner table, and I catch him staring at me, with a gentle smile on his face. Pondering.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“Nothing, sweetheart. I was just admiring you.”
“Is it because you missed me so much? Did you forget what I looked like?”
He laughs. “Hardly. My little girl is etched into my psyche. You are a treasure.”
There is something about this man that fascinates me, underneath the all-consuming games. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s there like an itch I want to scratch.
The curiosity.
Who is Daddy?
Right now, he’s the man clearing up our dinner plates, but I’m too good a girl to go without chores.
I help him load the dishwasher, making myself at home, and chat to him about the fictitious college assholes.
It’s so easy to be scathing of them, rolling my eyes at the thought I’d have ever wanted to consider taking their filth when I have such a perfect loving father.
Daddy would blow any idiot college kid out of the park with one single finger. I’m not making it up when I tell him so.
It’s great to see him glow on the back of my compliments, straightening his tie proudly while his cum pools in my soaked white panties. I hope he has at least three loads left before morning.
Patience is a virtue. I’m just not very good at it.
Jelly and ice cream make a great dessert, and this time we curl up on his sofa to eat it together.
It feels like years ago that I was being fucked by the twat of an entertainer, Scott, in this very spot while he was pretending to be my forbidden college boyfriend.
The thought of that prick gives me the ick as I eat my dessert, but holy shit, I get an ick of epic proportions when Daddy flicks on the TV and it lands on some random news channel.
There’s a picture of Connor onscreen, and I almost barf up my ice cream, wondering how the fuck I’m going to keep the roleplay together like it’s no big deal.
I only pray Daddy doesn’t expect his daughter to fancy Connor, the hot bad boy rockstar causing havoc overseas.
I don’t think my acting skills would be up to it. I’d deserve an Oscar if they did.
I hold back a sigh of relief when he flicks the channel straight over.
My spoon is back in my bowl when I notice the way Daddy has stiffened up in his seat, spooning his own bowl with a smirk.
Shit.
He knows.
He knows about me.
Me and Connor.
For the first time as an entertainer out on a proposal, I get the shiver of being recognised.
Daddy knows who his daughter is. He was as quick as a whippet with that remote control. It was obvious.
I’m so grateful it hasn’t made a difference to him that I could cry with gratitude. My client knew, but he didn’t hold it against me, or freak out and opt to never see me again.
It takes every scrap of restraint I have not to laugh, on a stupid high at the irony of the situation when he switches the channel over to Cake Baker. We’re going to be watching Cake Baker together, eating ice cream! Fuck my life.
At least I’m not doing it alone, in an oversized hoodie in a crappy Airbnb anymore.
I watch an episode of the stupid show with my head on his shoulder, our empty bowls on the coffee table. He holds me tight, cocooning me in his arms, safe and warm.
It doesn’t take all that much of cake decorating before I sense him stirring, getting restless. It’s a welcome sight when I see the bulge in his trousers, ready for round two.
“Will you help me get cleaned up, Daddy?” I ask him. “I love our bathtimes.”
“I was just going to suggest the same thing,” he says and switches the TV off.
I dash upstairs, giggling like a girl out to claim a prize, Daddy slapping my ass on the way.
Daddy has nothing to wash out of me but his own cum this time around.
No other guy’s mess to flannel out of me while he’s punishing me with an ice-cold shower.
He strips me from my uniform gently and slowly, massaging my tits once he’s taken off my bra.
I step out of my panties and he tosses them to the side, admiring me as I stand there in just my white socks.
“My beautiful girl,” he says then drops to his knees in front of me.
“I love how smooth you are,” he says, ghosting his fingers over my freshly shaved pussy. “Such a perfect little pussy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Let Daddy give you a different kind of clean up first,” he says, and presses his face to my crotch.
His nose rubs against my wet slit, breathing me in, before his tongue laps up the mess he’s made inside me. The tip digs at my clit, circling in tiny little flickers. His hands grip my ass to hold me steady, no escape as he winds up his little princess and her horny pussy.
“Play with those beautiful rosy nipples,” my daddy says.
So I do. Tugging and tweaking and moaning as he stares up at me, lapping at my clit.
“That’s so nice, Daddy,” I tell him, pushing into his bearded face.
It’s Daddy’s turn to moan as he ravishes his daughter’s needy cunt.
And his slutty daughter loves it as he grips her ass cheeks and forces his tongue deep, nudging my throbbing clit with his nose.
“Don’t stop, Daddy…”
I gasp with surprise when two fingers slide into my ass and Daddy’s hot mouth clamps around my clit. He doesn’t stop. Two fingers in my ass, his big thumb in my cunt, fucking me in and out as he sucks on my clit. My hands are in his hair and I’m lost to the growing sensations, it’s so good.
Daddy makes me squeal all over again as I come for him, standing naked in his bathroom with his mouth pressed to my slick, wet cunt. I whimper for him. Moan and squirm. And I thank him with every breath, telling him that he’s the best. He’s the best daddy there could ever be.
I definitely made the right decision with the roleplay, because the loving vibe that comes from my proud father drives me wild with want for him.
I’m smiling my head off, rolling on a high when he sits me on a stool and peels my socks off before I slide into the steamy hot bath he runs for me. I dip myself under the water so my pigtails are soaking wet, clinging to my back as I sit up again.
“That trip will have made you filthy, literally,” Daddy says. “The shower blocks must have been terrible.”
“They were awful,” I tell him. “The shower jets hardly worked. I feel really scuzzy.”
“Scuzzy?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “You know, like… soiled. I guess there’s no place like home for a proper bath.”
“I’ll fix that, princess, don’t worry. You’re home now. You’re going to have such a lovely cleanup tonight. We’ll make it all better again. And you’ll feel good as new.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Daddy takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the back of the bathroom door.
He uncuffs his shirt and rolls up his sleeves, reaching for the pink flannel on the shower tray.
It looks new, and it’s neatly folded. I know he bought it with his princess in mind.
Holy shit, I love the flannel play. My clit sparks all over again just at the sight of it in his hand.
He’s such a tease as he starts with my shoulders, giving me a relaxing soapy massage as he works magic with every inch of my skin. He uses soapy bubbles down my arms and over my tits, where his massage gets a bit more serious.
Still, it’s just a tease.
“Hair out of the pigtails,” he tells me, and I tug them free.
His fingers work wonders with shampoo, and I dip myself back under the water before he switches to conditioner, coating every strand.
“You’ve got beautiful hair,” he says.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“And beautiful eyes,” he says as I stare up at him. “So stunning and blue. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Holly.”
“Hopefully I’ll be back home to you a lot sooner next time. Wouldn’t want to leave my daddy missing me too much.”