Page 114 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

He was staring at me questioningly, waiting for what, I didn't know, but I knew I had to say something. Anything. Whatever would get him to give me what I so desperately craved more than my next breath.

"Yes, sir," I whispered thickly. "I would like dessert."

He cocked his head and rested his thick fingers on the waistband of his shorts. "You can't tear your eyes away from my cock. Do you want to see what Daddy's packing under these shorts? Is that what you want?"

Wordlessly, I nodded, and then watched as he slowly slid his shorts down, inch by inch revealing a delicious treasure trail, sexy-as-hell Adonis muscles, and finally, his long, thick cock.

It was huge. Just seeing it took my breath away. I had seen exactly zero penises in my life, but even if I saw one every single day for the rest of my life, I knew that none would ever come close to being as large as Todd's.

It had to be as long as my forearm, and equally as thick. It was as hard as I was wet, and fully erect as it pointed in my direction. The tip was inches away from my nose. I leaned over for a better look. It was veiny, and not unexpectedly green, like the rest of him. And was it just me, or was it oddly reminiscent of a green bean, with its thick middle, and slightly narrower tip? Was it leaning ever so slightly to one side? I had heard all my life that penises could do that, hang to one side or another, but I had never seen it.

As I inspected him, with comparisons running through my head at high speed, I was struck by the absurdity of the situation. And to my horror and shame, I burst into gales of unabashed laughter as I looked at it.

Unamused, Todd slowly pulling his shorts back up. He picked me up and lifted me far enough in the air that we were eye to eye. "You know, when somebody shows you the most intimate parts of themselves, physical or otherwise, you're not supposed to laugh."

I immediately sobered. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I wasn't expecting…"

"For it to be big and green?"

"No... I mean... yes, I was expecting that. I just... I wasn't expecting it to remind me so much of a green bean." As soon as I said it out loud, I instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry," I backpedaled. "I'm sure it's just me. I might be a little bit delirious. It's just been such a weird morning. I'm sorry," I apologized again.

To my surprise and relief, Todd no longer looked upset. Instead, he looked amused. His eyes twinkled with mirth, and the corners of his mouth turned up into an adorable smirk.

"Just call me the Jolly Green Giant,” he quipped. "On a mission to get naughty girls everywhere to eat their green beans. And if they don't want to eat their vegetables, they can always eat the one in my pants." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and I lost it, erupting in hysterical laughter once more. I was so thankful he had a sense of humor and absurdity.

"I take it you've lost your appetite for dessert," he murmured, his words a low growl.

My body stilled, and I took stock of my still throbbing pussy and the red-hot arousal coursing through my veins.

"Oh no, sir," I answered honestly, biting my lower lip. "I'm still very hungry for dessert."

To prove my point, I grabbed his waistband, and this time I was the one who slowly guided the soft cotton over his wide hips and thick thighs. It was me who brought his bulging erection into plain view. I didn't look away, and I didn't laugh. Instead, I leaned forward, parted my lips, and took the tip of him into my mouth. Gently, gingerly, and full of intention. I licked it slowly from tip to base, taking him from my mouth in order to do so, so I didn't choke on his length. I had never done this before, but his moan of unadulterated pleasure was all the encouragement I needed to keep going. Rising to my knees, I cupped his balls, one in each hand, and slowly dragged my tongue in circles around the base of his penis, massaging him with my hands as I did so. The groan my ministrations elicited was guttural, feral, and full of need.

Before I could do anything further, he grabbed me around the waist and dropped me flat into my back in the middle of the oversized bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" I questioned, immediately worried about my lack of experience. "Was it not good?"

Todd waved a giant green finger in my face as he shook his head. "No, little dreamer. It was very good. Almost too good. It has been a very long time and Daddy didn't want to come too soon. I need to make sure you get pleasure too."

"Oh." Looking up at him, I swallowed hard. "Okay, Daddy."

He stopped wagging his finger but continued holding it up in the air. "My dick may be... larger than average, but my finger is the size of an average dick, little one. Maybe we can go easy for today, and I can fuck you with my finger. Is that okay? Does Daddy have your permission to touch your sweet little pussy with my larger than average finger? Can I play with your soft folds, massage your hard little clit, and stick my fingers deep inside you? Can you pretend this finger is Daddy's hard cock?"

"Oooh, yes, Daddy," I moaned, writhing from side to side, anxious and greedy for his touch. I held my breath as he leaned down and slowly lifted my worn nightie, pulling it over my head, exposing my sopping wet panties and naked breasts. My nipples were hard and aching like the rest of me.

I had always been self-conscious of my body, more than a little aware that my breasts were more than the handfuls men lusted after, my ass thicker than Beyonce's, but not nearly as toned, my stomach squishy and soft, and my body what people would nicely refer to as plump. It was one of the many reasons I had stayed a virgin as long as I had. The few times I had an opportunity to get this far with a man, I had frozen, unable to get past the fear of his reaction to my naked body. Funny, when your partner was big and green with as many insecurities over his own body, those fears weren't quite so loud. And when he looked at me, with his sexy smile and hungry eyes, they weren't there at all. Under his gaze, my spine straightened, pushing my breasts out and flattening my stomach a little bit. I was still nervous, but I also felt sexy, knowing that he wanted me exactly as I am. That I was responsible for his hard erect cock, and the glaze of lust in his eyes.

Impatient for the things he was promising, I parted my thighs and lifted my hips and bottom off the bed, willing him to remove my wet panties and touch me. My request was silent, but my jolly green daddy got the message and was quick to oblige.

His calloused hands teased my hips as he guided the thin scrap of fabric over my hips, down my legs, and off of my body. I was now fully naked with no barrier between us, and still he didn't move. I couldn't wait. Need was building in my body, red hot, and urgent.

"Please, Daddy,” I whispered softly.

"Please what?"

"Please... touch me. Touch my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers. Please."

Moving as slowly as molasses in winter, he leaned over me, his finger still outstretched in front of him. With our eyes locked, he moved toward my wet hot mound. When he finally rewarded me with the gentlest flick of his large finger between my soft folds, it wasn't enough. I urgently needed more. A needy whimper escaped my lips and I thrust my hips forward to meet him, shamelessly and wordlessly begging for more.

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