Lahat ng Kabanata ng "Oh Yes, Daddy" (A Spicy Collection): Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Daddy laid down and wiggled a finger at me. So, I climbed up on his mattress and squatted over his face. My entire body was on fire as his tongue darted all around me down there. His hands cupped my bottom and I leaned back a little, letting my hands fall to the tops of his thighs as he licked between my legs. “Oh...oh God above!” I cried out, feeling an intense orgasm quickly approach. Daddy reached up with one hand and fondled my breast, teasing my nipple as his tongue lapped at my swollen tissue. I was swimming in heavenly bliss, and as fire crept along my skin, I exploded once again, listening to his tongue slick back and forth across my clit. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked on the tissue gently as I came, my nails digging into his flesh and my moans of pleasure filling the room. My body thrashed, and I clamped his head between my legs so hard I thought he would protest. But he didn’t. He simply lifted me up by the hips and moved me back several f

I began to look at myself in the more from more after that day. To see what Daddy actually liked in me... There was not much from my own estimation, but in order to be prettier than I looked in the mirror, and sexier too, I decided to go to the general market and buy some make up and a pretty pajamas I had seen a few weeks ago on the display doll of a shop.But Daddy caught me trying to spend so much money on such silly things and decided to punish me by spanking me. I went inside and sat down on the edge of Daddy’s bed, shoving my hands underneath my legs. I felt awful for what I had done, and if he knew that, maybe he would reconsider my punishment. I didn’t like the thought of him inflicting pain on me. Daddy’s hands as of late had been used to bring me pleasure, not discipline. A spanking would not only hurt, but it would humiliate me beyond belief. When he approached me, holding a long, wooden spoon he had retrieved from the kitchen, my pulse began to hammer. “Dadd

Pregnant!!! Yup! Me... Pregnant for daddy. Doctor James had just taken one good look at me, asked a few questions gotten my pee sample and come back with the results. I was pregnant. On the way home, daddy didn’t say much, but when we got close to our cabin, he diverted into another road and headed to the local preacher’s house. I had a sneaking suspicion about what he was planning to do, but I kept my lips sealed shut. “Stay here, Ginny. I’ll be right back.” daddy was inside with Pastor Charles for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I kept looking at the door, wondering what was going on inside. But when he came out, I could tell by his expression that he was at peace. He clicked to the horses and we were off again. Right before we reached our cabin, he took me by the hand. “I’ll do right by you, Ginny, and by the baby. We’ll get married this Saturday at the church. Pastor Charles will perform the ceremony, and his wife will be our witness.” Warm tingles ran all th

Just like that, we began a sexy business, but I still did not know hope it would work. All I knew was that for various reasons, Daddy didn’t want men coming and going from our small cabin, so he had arranged for me to go to their home or office. My first client was a physician who lived an hour away, and his wife was spending several weeks with a sister in Detroit. According to daddy, he was incredibly lonely and “in need of a woman’s company without actually being unfaithful.” Most prostitutes charged double what daddy was charging, simply because they were expected to offer sex whereas we were merely offering visual stimulation. The gentleman, Mr. Ramirez, was an older man in his fifties who wore a fancy suit and had a large gut—evidence of his lavish lifestyle. His home, while modest on the outside, was nicely decorated on the inside with elegant furniture and paintings on the walls. Daddy had invested in a turquoise flapper dress with sequins for me to wear on these

My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I thought it would explode. A part of me was frightened of all these new sensations, and the fact that I was experiencing them with a man who wasn’t my husband, and with whom I had just met the day before. “Your body is magnificent,” he murmured in my ear. “Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.” He pulled down my knickers, going all the way to his knees. He looked up at me as he peeled them off my feet, one by one, offering me a playful smirk that gave me butterflies. Once I was completely unclothed, he sat up a bit, then ran his hands along my swollen belly, planting kisses along my flesh that made me feel like a queen. “I’ve always loved the sight of a woman with child. The way her belly looks, and those full breasts…” His fingers toyed with my nipples, and I pulled in a rush of air. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered. “Yes, I do.” This was all so … intimate. Even daddy didn’t get on his knees with me. Mr. Maxwell wa