(A new story, comments always welcomed)
Yes Daddy!
Part One
Men are simple creatures. I figure it this way, men are excited by a very limited “type” of woman in their fantasies. It’s almost as if they have been conditioned to respond to these types. There are variations, but they tend to fall into three types.
The farmer’s daughter type is an old favorite among men. The sexy young, ripe yet inexperienced girl, who with a little persuasion, is ready to skin off her tight Daisy Duke’s for an old fashioned roll in the hay. Perhaps a trip into the woods for some serious love in nature. Let me just say that this is seriously not me! The idea of rolling around in a haystack in a dirty old barn or naked in the woods humping on a stump is a no go! Bugs… ewww!
Then there are those that like the long, leggy, big busted, bleach blonde, Marilyn Monroe type. You know, the ones who look just as gorgeous naked or in flimsy lingerie as they do in their glamorous dresses and high heels. The *femme fatal* kind of woman who just oozes sex and sexuality. Not me either. First off, I’m not tall, or leggy, or busty, and lingerie makes me feel like I’m dressing up in a costume. Not the way to make me feel sexy, or sensual. I feel almost comic, so that’s a no.
So I guess at this point, I should describe myself. I’m 21 and petite, with strawberry blonde hair. Let’s be honest, I’m short, only 5 feet tall in my socks, and less than 100 pounds dripping wet. I have small 32A breasts with pert, small nipples, a butt that I think looks like a boy, and lets just say that the carpet matches the drapes, if you know what I mean. I’ve got some nice legs, knees and calves, but if you’re looking for curves, that’s not me. I’m not skinny, but nothing sticks out too far.
Fortunately for me, I’m perfect for the third “type” of fantasy woman that men love: the school girl. It is the fantasy that my boyfriend absolutely goes crazy for! You know what I mean: Pleated skirts, knee socks, penny loafers, hair in pigtails. Innocent, fresh and untouched: Virgin.
Compared to me, my boyfriend is big. 6 foot 4 inches tall and 200 pounds of muscles. He works construction and his job keeps him in shape, really, really good shape! I love running my hands over his hairy chest and feeling the ripples of his muscles. He cock is large too. Not necessarily long, only about seven inches or so, but thick, as big around as my wrist. When I first saw it, I wondered if I could take all of it, but soon found out that I could, and I enjoy the hell out of it to say the least. I guess we make an odd looking pair, but I don’t care.
I probably should have known from the beginning that he had a little girl fantasy. I knew that he liked small girls, why else would he pick me? He always called me “Baby Girl”. But then he began buying me clothes that he wanted me to wear. Short skirts or tight shorts with “Hello Kitty” shirts bought in the girls section. White cotton panties and knee socks. I thought it was kinda cute, and I didn’t mind dressing for him. Made me feel kinda sexy too!
Then I found out how much this fantasy girl meant to him. One night we were just sitting around the apartment after work, just, watching some stupid show in the TV. I was dressed in shortie pajamas with Rainbow Dash on the front, my hair in two tails on either side of my head.. Rainbow Dash is my favorite My Little Pony character, and he loves to make me happy, so I have lots of them. My pink pajama shorts were wide legged and he could easily see my “Hello Kitty” panties underneath. I didn’t bother with a bra.
I noticed he had been watching me out of the corner of his eye, obviously struggling to keep his mind on the program. Finally he patted the couch next to him and said “Come here Baby Girl”. I smiled and said “Who Me?” but slid across the couch until I was snuggled in under his arm.
He leaned over and put his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… you smell good”, he said. I giggled. “I smell good all over!”, I responded. “That’s something I need to find out!”, he said. He pushed me gently back on to the couch and beginning at my neck he began to breathe me deeply in, exploring every exposed inch of my skin. I could feel his hot breath on me as he moved his face down my body, savoring my smell. As he passed my pussy, I heard him take an extra deep breath before moving to the bare skin of my legs. As he reached my ankles, he said “You do smell good all over. I wonder how you taste?”.
With that he began to retrace his path from my toes to my neck, nipping little kisses and licks along the way. Along the hem of my shorts, across the width of my thigh, he left a string of kisses and a little trail of his saliva behind as his tongue traced the outline of my shorts. By the time his kisses reached my neck, my breath was ragged, my pussy was wet,and my nipples hard as little pebbles in my shirt. Something he could not help but notice.
I heard him chuckle to himself and I felt his hand on my breast, through the soft fabric, finding the hard nub of my nipple, giving it a pinch. Just as quickly, he pulled my pajama top up and circled his lips around my nipple. Using his hands, lips and tongue, he gave my tits a good work out, licking, sucking, and squeezing, until I was panting and my panties were damp! Then I felt his kisses leave my breasts and make their way slowly down my belly and realized that at the same time, he had his hands on my shorts and was pulling them down, leaving me lying there in only my panties, with my shirt bunched up around my neck.
He put his face next to my pussy, only a thin strip of cotton in his way, and took a deep breath. “I’ve got to have a taste of this!”, he said. With that, he pulled my panties to one side and slid his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He licked me with long strokes of his tongue, from my dripping pussy to my clit and back. He dipped his tongue inside my pussy and I heard him say “Mmmm… you do taste good”. The lollipop licks had made me wetter than ever and I was beginning to thrust my hips involuntarily against his face when he finally began to concentrate his attention on my now very hard clit. He sucked with his lips, lashed with his tongue, blew softly on it, circling, circling, licking, sucking until very rapidly I was beginning to lose my grip on my surroundings and was getting ready to give in completely to my orgasm.
Then he slipped one of his thick fingers into my wet pussy and curled it up, stroking the inside wall. It was like an explosion. My orgasm ripped through me like fire! My clit was throbbing, my pussy was clenching, and my whole body was shuddering. I smashed my pussy into his face as his tongue and finger continued to lick and stroke me. I wanted to cum forever, but my ecstasy began to recede and he moved away from me.
When I regained enough connection with reality to realize what was going on, he had stripped his jeans and was standing in front of me, his hard, fat cock pointed at my face.
I lunged at it, falling to my knees in front of him, circling my small hand around the thick base, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my mouth down it, forcing it as deep as I could. I licked and sucked the head, shaft, even tickled his balls with my tongue. I wanted to make him cum as hard as he had made me cum. I pistoned my head on his cock, willing his cum to fill my mouth. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth and his hands were on my head. Unexpectedly, he pushed me gently away. “Not tonight, Baby Girl”.
Taking me by the hand, we walked back to the couch and he lay down, his cock pointing upward, still wet with my saliva. I knew what he wanted, so I mounted him, pulling my panties to one side, and sliding my pussy down the length of his cock until my ass cheeks rested on his balls.
Slowly at first, I began to move up and down, my wet pussy sliding on his cock. He reached up and cupped my small tits in his hands, pinching my hard nipples. The pleasure/pain of his rough pinch put me into overdrive. Soon I was riding him for everything I had. Pounding his cock deep inside of me, stretching me wider, feeling it reach the deepest depths of my pussy, I could feel his cock begin to pulse and I could feel his seed squirting deep inside me. I slammed my hips down hard on his cock and surrendered to my own twitching, moaning orgasm.
Afterward as I lay on top of him, his shrinking cock still in my pussy and my face lying on his chest, I said “That was wonderful!” “Call me Daddy”, he said. I smiled. “Yes Daddy”.
I knew that it was time to take his fantasy to the ultimate end. I was not just going to dress like his little girl, I was going to BE his little girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h9endt/yes_daddy_part_one_mf_age_play
Mmmm nice!!!
I wanna taste ???