LET ME PLEASE YOU, DADDY

~Lilian~

By the time I got to hot daddy's door, it was slightly opened too.

Without thinking, I let myself inside.

I was burning with a desire, so uncontrollable, it was ruining me.

I was sick.

And only he could heal me.

The images from the dream I had woken up from filled my head.

There was no way I was insanely craving him to the point of having dreamt about him f*****g me twice now in less than 48 hours, and he wasn't feeling anything at all.

As I stood in the middle of the empty room, completely n***d to my toes, my boobs painfully hard and pointy, my c**t throbbing hungrily, I couldn't help but think back to the last dream I had.

I was sprawled against the sofa in the sitting room, my head thrown back, and my eyes teary from hunger that only the man in front of me could satisfy.

The man in front of me was hot daddy, in all of his glory, bare and inviting.

At first, it felt like we were static, like a painting, but he had climbed over me, his legs across with my clenched thighs in the middle.

I had watched him give me a little slap on my left cheek, the hottest invitation to action.

Obediently, I had thrown my lips open, sticking out my tongue awkwardly. I didn't know how to do it.

I have never done it.

His gaze had lingered on me unbelievably for some seconds, then, he stood on his knees, nudging my head forward a bit, my upper lip and my hungry tongue holding his cap good.

"Go on," he had breathed, before suddenly pushing the full length down my throat without warning.

I had tried to control my breath. I had tried to endure the fact that it was too far down my throat, and I was choking for the life of me.

I grabbed him with both of my hands, coughing, struggling at the same time.

"F*****g novice! I told you that you were too weak for me," he grunted, getting off me at once.

"Ple-e-ase," I had whimpered, still gasping for air.

"On your back," he had commanded, to my surprise.

I thought he was going to just walk away.

At once, I turned my body, burying my face in the back rest of the sofa, my b*tt shooting out from behind me.

"Now, touch yourself for daddy," he had said.

But that was not it.

As he said that sentence, picking his words one after the other slowly, or maybe it was my brain that processed the message slowly, I felt him slide his c**k heavy against the division of my b*tt, leaving a cold long trace of precum smeared on my skin.

It felt deliberate, calculated, and hot.

My body electrified with want. 

No, need. 

I mean, desire.

"C'mon!" he snapped, which felt like a command and a plea at the same time.

Just when I was about to please my lord, my body woke up to my reality, aroused, on fire.

Now, I'm here. 

In his room.

Ready.

To touch myself for hot daddy, if he would let me.

I was standing there shamelessly, wondering where he had gone, when I heard the tap go off from the bathroom.

I was so overwhelmed by the desire to be a slave on his bed, I didn't even realize the tap had been running since then.

Boldly, I waited.

In no time, he pulled out of the bathroom, still very much wet, a towel tied around his lower body, I wondered why he had gone in with the towel in the first place.

Still determined, I stared him dead in the eyes, hoping he'd read my mind as to why I was standing before him without any clothes on.

He didn't look surprised, but had immediately stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me.

No words.

I watched two lines of wet slowly drip down his bulky chest from his neck, a line disappearing just before it hit the second line of his stomach packs, and the other proceeding to drip its way down his waist, disappearing into the fold of his towel.

I sucked on my tongue hungrily, rubbing my thighs against each other to ease my throbbing p***y.

I was going to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"I'm here to touch myself for you" suddenly sounded awkward.

So, I discarded the formalities. 

Turning, I went straight to his bed, but turned back to him just before I reached it.

My eyes holding his, I walked backwards slowly until the back of my feet met the frame of the bed.

Then, slowly, I leaned against it.

Then, lifting a leg up, followed by the other, all slowly, like he was supposed to give me permission for my every next move, I settled fully into his bed.

The soft luxury feel of the sheets met my skin, arousing me even more.

Hot daddy didn't move an inch, but I think I might have seen run his tongue briefly against his lower lip.

Or maybe, I didn't.

The blue lights were as helpful as they were a hindrance.

Anyways, I moved in farther into the bed, until I had my back resting on the headboard.

Separating my thighs slowly with my hands, just to show him it was a deliberate action, I ached my back against the headboard better, and began working.

This time, I used three fingers.

With my eyes shut, my guts greater than it has ever been, my determination undefinable, I plunged into myself, repeatedly.

As I f****d my fingers in front of hot daddy, in his room, on his bed, I couldn't help my orgasm running wild.

He was watching me.

He loved it.

I don't know.

I don't care.

I just knew that he was still there, watching me touch myself, and spatter c*m on his sheets.

It was beginning to be painful, but hot daddy was right in front of me, so I couldn't stop.

Or, he would thinks I was a stupid h**ny novice that can't keep her head together with men.

My n****es were hard, begging for attention.

So, without any shame, I pulled out, replaced my right fingers which I was using before with the fingers of my left hand, and rubbed my right ni***es with my cum coated fingers.

My left fingers were not getting the job done as fast, because I was right-handed of course, but I pushed on, stretching through my limits to please hot daddy.

My eyes were shut, so I didn't see him coming.

Not until without words, he pulled me out the bed, and shoved me out of the door like an unwanted dirty thing.

As soon as I was out, I didn't even wait a second, before turning, and rushing down the stairs.

I was already in the sitting room, when I met face to face with Sonia's second dad, Mr. Nikolai.

I froze.

I was still n***d.