Page 23 of Trained By Her Daddy

My clit was aching to be massaged and my bereft bottom hole twitched with a strange desire in the open air as I remained bent over the sink. Okay, he was right about my erotic fantasies. But did he really want this as much as I did, or was he just playing the part of my instructor?

“Maybe my baby girl was fantasizing about a combination of both,” he rasped, tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth. “How about if Daddy gives that sweet pussy of yours something to sing about while he fucks your ass good and hard?” After rolling the latex over his reddened member, he lubricated his cock and rubbed it over my crimped rosette. “If this is what you want, then widen your stance, young lady.”

Eager to prove my desire, I instantly grabbed onto the counter and spread my feet further apart as he inched the broad head of his sturdy shaft into my narrow, dark space.

“Christ, it hurts!” I whined through clenched teeth.

“It will at first,” he growled, slapping my butt while pressing his stiff shaft further inside. “But if you take a deep breath and relax, I should fit in nicely. You’ve been stretched enough in the last couple of days to accommodate me.”

Bucking back into him, I moaned softly as he continued stretching the sensitive muscles inside my taut, sore ass. “Are you in all the way yet, because I can’t tell?”

“Almost,” he said, his voice filled with lust as his fingers trailed the seam of my sex, coaxing my slippery cream to the surface. “And now it’s time to make that clit of yours beat like a drum.”

Pressing two digits inside my pussy, he stroked my slick skin until I stilled against his warm hand, my inner petals engorged with a greedy desire.

“Is this what my little lady was dreaming about?” he asked, his warm thighs pressing against mine as my inflamed anus swallowed the thickness of his hard shaft.

“Oh, God! Yes!”

“Did you squeeze my cock with your tight ass while I fucked your snug cunt with my fingers?” he grated, pumping his digits into my pussy, rubbing and circling my clit with relentless abandon.

No one had ever talked to me like that, and though his filthy forbidden words humiliated me, he knew damn well I was completely turned on by them. As my anus continued embracing the deep penetration of his cock, every nerve inside my dark tunnel was stunned with each deliberate movement of his slow and steady thrusts. This was a man who liked to take charge, and no matter what his motive, I was truly mesmerized by him.

“It turns you on to watch, doesn’t it?”

Embarrassed by the truth, but still unable to take my eyes off his expression in the mirror, I watched in awe as he gripped my hips harder and drove his thick shaft deeper into my bottom. But when his gaze connected with mine, he squeezed the bulging pearl that protruded from my aching clit.

“If you ask politely, Daddy will let you come. You always need my permission to orgasm.”

My gasp was loud and dramatic as I mouthed the word please.

“You may come now, my darlin’ girl,” he managed through a gravelly voice, giving me the approval I urgently needed. Jerking back into the warmth of his chest, an unfamiliar vivid white light flashed, and I was immediately drawn into a spinning vortex of delight as my sweet spot beat strong and sure just like he promised it would. I’d never had an orgasm so intense and quite frankly, it threw me off balance.

John held my shuddering body tight against his while I enjoyed every bolt of lustful electricity charging through me, and then as if on cue, he came with force, pulsing powerfully with a hearty rhythm. When I finally stopped vibrating, he slid his shaft from my tender crimped rosebud and whirled me around, his mouth capturing mine with a deep and soulful kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to find someone like you for a long time, but I just didn’t know where to start,” he whispered, landing a brisk smack onto my backside. “Are you sure I’m the kind of man you want? This is not the type of relationship that’s everyone’s cup of tea.”

“Yes, you are exactly who I want,” I purred as his hot lips pressed against my neck while his large hand palmed my tingling ass.

“Maybe my son knew what we both wanted.”

I sighed, lowering my face as reality set in. “It’s difficult to believe I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Would you be willing to spend more than a week with me?” he asked, lifting my chin.

“Really? You want me to stay?”

“Why don’t we cancel your flight home and leave the ticket open-ended, for now?”

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