Chapter 16 #4
“I’m certain you’ll be back home again very soon. Daddy will always be calling for his amazing daughter.”
Amazing.
I feel such a sense of relief when I hear his words.
When it comes to washing the conditioner from my silky hair, he uses the shower hose, not the bathwater. He pulls out the plug and lets the water drain away as he tends to my jet-black locks, and my horny instincts rise again. I keep eyeing up the flannel draped over the side of the tub.
So many memories…
“I’m dirty inside,” I tell him, spreading my knees. “Please, can you clean me everywhere.”
“Patience, sweetheart. Daddy knows how to get his little girl clean.”
Fuck patience.
He positions the shower head back on the stand, allowing the fine spray to wash over me, and he wrings out the flannel once my hair is done, teasing my calves, knees and thighs as he makes his way higher.
“You’re still full of my cum,” he says. “I’m going to make you squeaky clean, but I’ll be giving you a lot more later.”
I give him my best girly grin. “Maybe I’ll be needing another cleanup before college tomorrow?”
“Good girl, Holly. Wouldn’t want you to go to class dirty, would we?”
“No.”
“I’ll have to set the alarm extra early.”
He’s talking crap, because we won’t need an alarm. We never do. We barely sleep through our all-night sessions. No matter how much playtime we have, it’s never enough to drift off into dreamland.
“Stand for me,” he says.
I push to my feet and he pulls the stool up next to the bath and sits on it, his head right next to my pussy. My legs part on instinct.
“Here we go,” Daddy says, and I moan when he spreads my pussy lips open. He examines me as though he’s checking out the filth for real. “I’m going to have to get in there and clean you out deep, sweetheart. You’re dirty all the way inside.”
“I know. All the way.”
“Very, very deep.”
“Really deep. As deep as you can reach.”
“That might hurt.”
“That’s ok, Daddy. Whatever it takes to be clean for you.”
“Good girl.”
“Just clean me. Empty me out, then fill your little girl back up again. Please.”
He nods. “Turn around, hands on the wall.”
I turn, hands against the tiles, legs spread, the lovely warm water flowing over me as he caresses my ass cheeks with the sacred flannel.
I brace myself, the shower flowing overhead as he rubs the sacred flannel up and down my slit, prepping me for the deep clean. I remember the way his flannelled fingers felt when they pushed their way in. It’s divine. And I want more.
I want Daddy to clean out my pussy with his whole fucking hand, for more of the sensation.
I moan at three fingers, and whimper at four, the texture of the warm fabric grating like a dream.
“Deeper, Daddy,” I say. “Please, I need to be squeaky clean.”
I grit my teeth as he reaches the knuckles, his fingers still sheathed in wet cloth, nodding my head in silence when he lines his thumb up.
“That’s it, Daddy,” I tell him. “Like that, please!”
I feel his hesitation.
“More, Daddy,” I say.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Holly?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad, I could scream.”
I love being a hardcorer. I know my body’s limits so well by now that it’s a beautiful line to challenge.
When my muscles give out and Daddy’s flannel covered thumb pops into my pussy along with his fingers, I cry out, but I take it.
I rock my hips, urging him on with a string of whimpers and thank yous.
Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for making me so clean!
My thoughts roll together, blurred by lust, and it’s all I can do to keep up the roleplay as he cleans me harder. Faster.
But then he stops, pulls away.
“Turn around,” he says and I turn to face him, panting like the whore I am.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Shower off,” he says.
I do as he asks and the water stops.
“Sit, and open wide for me.”
I lower my ass to the edge of the tub and open my legs, take hold of my pussy lips and stretch them wide.
“Do it, Daddy,” I say, panting in the steam, his lust-filled eyes on mine. “Deep, Daddy. Clean me deep.”
He makes a show of wrapping the damp cloth around his fingers and thumb, and my God he looks so serious, so determined as he eases the cloth back inside me. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hesitate. And I moan and fucking shudder at the stretch, at the amazing feeling as he turns his fingers inside me.
“More, Daddy,” I say.
He looks up at me through glazed eyes, his knuckles on the rim.
“I can’t,” he says, “That’s as far as it’ll –”
I take hold of his wrist. “It can go much further, Daddy,” I say, and Daddy’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when I shunt his fist inside me and my cunt clamps around his wrist.
“Fucking hell, Holly,” he says.
“Clean me, Daddy,” I tell him, clenching around his fist.
He turns his fist slowly, gently.
“Faster, Daddy. I love it when you go fast.”
He looks doubtful but picks up the pace a little.
“More, Daddy. I promise you won’t hurt me.”
With my hands gripping the tub either side of me, I fuck his fist, and that’s enough to spur him on.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!”
He powers his outstretched hand in and out of me like a demon, and it creates enough pressure that I have to piss myself, letting the stream squirt around his wrist and flow down the plughole with no restraint.
“Jesus,” he says as my pussy squelches with every thrust.
“Don’t stop, Daddy…”
“Don’t you fucking worry about that, princess.”
He makes me come from the inside. Hard. Deep. Screaming for fucking real as he power slams my cunt like a dirty daddy on a fucking mission.
I’m still coming when he loses his own shit, and tells me it’s time for my ass. But this one will be dirtier. This one needs a particular kind of digging, he says, and stands up to unbutton his trousers, the flannel still hanging limp from my pussy.
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but watching him strip naked, his cock a vicious beast as he climbs into the bathtub to join me, has my happy heart racing.
“On all fours,” he says and turns the shower back on. “Spread those gorgeous ass cheeks, sweetheart. Show Daddy that dirty hole.”
Ah, ok. I get it now.
My cheek is on the bottom of the tub as I spread myself for him. He slowly pulls the flannel from my cunt and I moan at how good it feels.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I glance behind as he drops to his knees, my pussy fluttering when I see the flannel wrapped round his cock.
Daddy’s going to flannel plough me with his horny cock. It’s a delight that sends me delirious.
“Spread those cheeks for me, sweetheart,” he says.
I grip my cheeks and spread them, making sure to wink at Daddy.
“Fuck,” he says, and with one hand on my lower back, he stretches my asshole and shoves inside in one long thrust.
I grunt and I groan as my knees slip and slide against the wet tub of the bath as he uses his weight against me.
We’re a sliding, pumping duo caught up in filthy games as he thrusts in right to the balls over and over again.
The slapping of flesh is heightened by the shower.
Water sprays down from above, in such contrast that it makes it all the more intense.
“I’m making you clean,” he says. “Fucking hell, Holly, this flannel is so fucking dirty. You’ve got such a tight, filthy ass, sweetheart. So fucking tight.”
“Keep going, Daddy! Clean me up!”
My words spur him on. My actions coax him faster.
I beg in silence, a spluttering wreck having my ass pounded by my horny daddy.
I have to spit and gurgle, shower water splashing around my face when Daddy reaches the crest and comes inside me, still sheathed by that soaking wet flannel.
It’s bliss when he pulls out, and holds it up for me to see.
I may have done a decent anal douche before I set off today, but he wasn’t messing about with the cleaning. He’s pounded mighty fucking deep, and flannels don’t lie. But who cares?
Not me.
I have no barriers or embarrassment.
I spin onto my back, grinning up at him as he soaps his cock clean and turns off the shower.
“All done now, sweetheart. I’m so very proud of you.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I say, feeling so damn proud.
He towels me dry as his priority, despite the fact he’s still dripping himself.
I try to return the favour, but he won’t have any of it, tapping me on the nose as he tells me I’m the one who needs looking after.
I’m wrapped up warm when we brush our teeth in tandem, and there’s a light energy between us. Playful.
Yeah, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.
He uses a hairdryer on my hair downstairs in the kitchen while I sip on warm milk, and yet again my mind wanders. Who is this man? Will I ever know?
Would I really even want to?
Reality could cut the fantasy into shreds.
I squeeze his hand when we’re done, and he leads me upstairs.
It’s the same route as usual, across the landing to the guest room.
It’s changed in here, though. The furniture is different.
A whole new suite of white. The new bed has a white metal frame, with crystals on the bedposts, and white linen sheets with a swirling pattern of pink over the duvet cover.
Very cute.
It’s the very opposite of the wacko gothic boudoir setup I have at home.
Daddy takes a girly pink nightdress from a chest of drawers, and nods in approval when he helps me into it.
“It looks good on you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
My tits are bulging through the tight, stretchy fabric, my nipples on proud display. Hardly a cutesy princess now I’m out of my pigtails, but Daddy pulls me close, rocking me against him as he smooths my freshly dried hair.
“I’m so pleased you’re back from your college trip, Holly.”
“Yeah, Daddy. So am I.”
He pulls back the bedcovers for me and I slide inside. He gets the lamp once he’s in beside me, whispering a goodnight, sweetheart, but it’s anything but time for sleeping.
Daddy’s lips are straight on mine, and mine are ready for him. Daddy’s weight moves on top, and my soul soars fresh. My pussy is ready to take him, even though it aches from the cleansing.