Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I'll Be Your Baby

Some people say that someones sexuality is dictated by their relationship with their parents and family - for women its especially true of their fathers and for boys its especially true with their mothers.

Humans, afterall, are just evolved and groomed animals - we just are so sentient we hold ourselves higher then we actually deserve.

Sam really liked me when he saw me that day, my long blond hair in pigtails, hanging down to my tummy on either side of my ears. The end of my hair was curled and little pink ribbons wrapped around the tops of the pigtails - my tank top matched the ribbons.

I had decided that I wanted to feel very girly and prissy - ribbons always do that to me. What no one knew was that my black panties had little pink ribbons on each side, adding even more to my feeling of sexiness.

Why is pink such an aphrodisiac to me? It always makes me want to rub the tip of my tongue against my finger tips just that I can feel the slickness that reminds me of fucking....anyway. Sam was in his fifties, Im too polite to ask age outright because of my oh-so-proper up-bringing, and especially because I'll never tell people my age either.

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Yes, its really me - ribbons + all. :)

I loved the way he lived in his tossled blonde hair and wore a billowy white silk shirt and khaki pants, he looked like a vacationing photographer - even though he was a lawyer. My imagination is so good sometimes I even believe my own delusions, thats what happens with men sometimes and Ive found perhaps thats not my best quality. I knew him through my family and had met him numerous times at church ((meep!)) and with other friends at parties and sometimes our Masonic Balls.

I had always fantasized about him when he would dance with girls on the dance floor, imagining his hands on my hips and then underneath my billowing gown, my back pressed to the wall as he slid in and out of me. +Sigh+

When I called him, he seemed to find it odd though interesting, but I called with the knowledge that he felt something for me as well. The last time I had seen him he said calmly and assuredly like James Bond,

"You have such golden hair, is it soft? You look like there's a softness to you. Its a shame we aren't closer friends."

I thought of that comment when I was on the phone with him, my finger winding around a long strand of my hair. He agreed to meet me for lunch by the beach on Sunday when he was done with church.

When I saw his broad shoulders and the wind pressing his thin shirt against the muscled bits of his back, my legs quivered and my hand went straight to my hair, as it always does when I get slightly nervous or very turned on.

At that moment, it was definatly both.

When at last he turned and saw me, there was a bemused light in his eyes, me smiled and laughed to himself. I stood up from the little cafe table I was sitting at and when he hugged me, I could smell his skin and his clothing, a purity maybe that made my fingers tingle. From there, it was all laughter and joking, talking about his work and his newest divorcees, clawing at each other over money.

From across the small wrought iron table top, he reached for my hand and turned it over, my palm facing up and feeling the sunshine. As he spoke to me he rubbed the pad of his thumb against my palm, craddling my hand in his. My head cocked like a dreamy puppy and I bit my lip as I looked at him,

"Would you be my baby? Are you a good little girl, or a bad one? Do you think I would be a good Daddy to you?"

My mouth fell at once agape and my kitten shivered in my panties, my legs pressing tight together, putting pressure on my now wet pussy. I nodded slowly, in a very entranced way,

"I think you would be a very good Daddy & I would love to be your good little girl."

I licked my lips and looked into his eyes, his smile was so wide, his teeth so white and his eyes so bright with amusement. He called over the waitress and slapped some bills into her hand as he took mine and led me away from the outdoor cafe. He didnt speak a word as he led me to valet to get his car, and standing and waiting in the sun, he laid his arm across my back and gently caressed my bottom through my tight, white jeans.

I felt like God was touching me in that sunshine, with a commanding and strong hand - as much as that's was hot blasphemy.

He held the door to his hot little red coup open for me and held my hand as I settled down into the warm leather seat. As we drove away from the beach, he placed his hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing his hand down between my crossed legs.

I always love the moment where you're in a vehicle, being transported to somewhere you know you're about to have so much fun; whether it be for sex or just any ordinary fun thing. I felt my heart start to pump under my pink bra, my throat feeling the tightness I always feel when I'm so excited that it becomes unbelievable to me.

When we reached his place, I looked by the sides of it toward the cliff that it lay on and over it to the ocean, the sound of the waves seemingly amplified by the height at which the house lay above the water. Sam took my hand and brought me into the house, his grip firm and comforting. When we were back in his bedroom, the large floor length windows exposing the room to the ocean out on all sides. I sat on the bed as he pulled open all the drapes, giving the room the full expanse of sun and sea.

I let my feet slip out of my white sandals and sat cross legged, leaning forward, my arms crossed. He turned to me and kissed my neck where I leant it toward him. I pulled my finger up into my mouth and slid it over my lips as I felt his tongue on my neck, hot and slick. When he saw my finger in my mouth, his eyes clicked to the fire that all men have in their minds,

"You are such a sexy little girl, do you want to be a very good girl?"

His eyes fell over me, the vulnerability increasing.

"Oh yes, Daddy, very much, what can I do to make you happy?"

I came up on my knees so I could be closer to his face, and also putting myself into a more "serving friendly" position.

He was jubilant that I had fallen into my role so quickly and easily, I needed no goading to be his little girl. His warm hands slid to my hips and they slid up my body as he pulled my shirt up and over my head, reavealing a pink silk bra, my cleavage defined and copious.

As he told me to stand, he slid my jeans down my legs and tossed them on the chair where he had thrown my top. I stood before him in my pigtails, bra and panties, my face flushed with utter excitement,

"Now be a good girl and get down on your knees in front of Daddy and kiss his cock."

I held onto his hand as I lowered myself onto the pillow he had placed before him. I put my fingers into the loops on his pants and kissed the bulge in his pants and rubbed my face over its warmth, it growing in size and hardness by the second. I could hear his soft breathing above me,

"Yes, good girl, rub your sweet little face over my cock, my good little girl"

I smiled as I was given praise, his hands now finding my pigtails and running his fingers through the length of my hair. Without words, I pulled the button open with my mouth and pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock springing out so near my face. I smiled as I felt and smelt its warmth, its musky scent.

I kissed the tip and covered the underside with small kisses, my tongue sliding slowly at the base of his cock, his balls touching my jawline. I giggled as I licked the swollen tip of his cock, now slick with a little drop of come,

"Such a giggly little girl, make Daddy happy and he'll give you hugs."

I put my hand on either side of his hips and placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue over it in circles and swirls. I pushed it back into my mouth, taking as much as is possible with such a small mouth. I slid it in and out, sucking gently and then harder, my hand wound around the shaft of him and I pumped in time with my mouth. I let my teeth softly graze his shaft, making his body shake just the tiniest bit.

I shook my head softly from side to side, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat, pulling with the pressure of my mouth. He gripped my head as he came with a force down my throat, the come bubbling deep in my mouth. I licked over his cock, his body filled with a soft trembling,

"Do you know what a happy Daddy you have? I just want to hold you close and kiss your little face..."

He sat on the side of the beckoned me to him, he told me to lie over his lap on my tummy. I did so and lay with my hands cradling my head, elbows on the counterpane. My legs kicked in the air as he slid his hand over my shoulder, my back, my bottom. I brought up my hips with he slid my panties down, his warm hands touching the back of my thighs as my pussy felt the cool air of the room, another small explosion of wetness dripping down near his thigh.

I felt the coarseness of the khaki beneath my tummy and upper thighs and was biting the hell out of my lips, tasting a small bit of blood. He rubbed his hands over my bottom, pinching at times, the heat of his hands driving me insane,

"You've made Daddy very happy, it would make me so happy to smack your little soft ass, would you like that?"

I murmured a little heated assent and I felt the first warm blow, the sound filling my ears as I squirmed on his lap. Between each smack he rubbed the heated cheeks very gently, and then another wave of soft pain rolled over me, the sound accentuating the feeling. I moaned and wiggled in his lap,

"Yes, move when I spank you, show me your joy. You make such sweet little noises."

I moaned as each soft spank came down on my bottom, the heat rising in my flesh, my kitten dripping on his thigh. My breathing was ragged and fast, my mouth wide open as I moaned and cried tearless sobs,

"Spread your legs for me, little baby. Oh yes, that's it, you're so warm and wet...such a juicy little girl."

I moaned at his words as his fingers slid over my kitten, the thick tips if his fingers sliding in as he spanked me, my moaning nearly becoming load cries. My hips rose to meet his slaps, my hips wiggling shamefully against his fingers, wanting to feel their full length inside of me.

I could hear the soft squishing sound of my wet pussy as he rubbed it, his fingers penetrating me, though so shallow. I whined when I felt the state of my pussy, the heat and wetness it gave. He finished with a blow so hard that I was pushed forward and my arms fell from under my face, I giggled at the pain and the fact that I was lying with my face pressed to the bed.

He slid the full length of two of his fingers deep into my pussy very quickly, ending my giggling instantaneously, a loud moan issueing from my mouth. He slowly finger-fucked me, my hips rising and falling with his moments. I could smell my own musky scent in the air and it only fueled my passion.

Though I felt I couldnt do anything he hadnt bade me, I felt this strong security, strange security. He slid his fingers out of me and rubbed the somewhat heated flesh of my bottom, making me moan,

"My baby, get up and come kiss me, wrap yourself around me."

I moved quickly, planting a knee on either side of his legs, my pussy spread slightly over his lap, threw my arms around his neck, my body pressed hard to his. I lightly kissed his lower lip, an exaggerated kissing sound issuing forth. He looked straight in my eyes, said "Fuck" very loudly and grabbed the back of my head, his lips all but assaulting me. I moaned as he kissed me so hard and deep, his teeth nipping my lips, my tongue. Our tongues seemed to battle each other, my moans and his small breaths making a riot in my mind,

"I'm going to lay back, I want to to sit on my face and be a good little girl - don't come until I tell you."

He laid back and I did as he bade me, my heart pounding with a force I couldnt imagine possible. With knees on either side of his head, I lowered my pussy over his mouth, his tongue reaching out to touch me as it came down over him. I moaned as his tongue slithered inside of me, swirling like a snake, hot and wet and making me moan. He grabbed my sore bottom and squeezed, making my back arch, as he tongued my clit.

I tried to suppress my orgasm, it felt like it was raging in my ears, screaming at me. My mind screamed out,

Dont come, dont come, dont come, dont come!

My mind hammered at me, increasing the intensity, my body squirmed and bucked over his face, my hands grasping wildly at my breasts through the thin bra. My body was trying to pull itself upwards, but his strong hands on my thighs held me down, tight to his twirling tongue and sucking mouth. He took my clit between his teeth and sucked lightly, a white hot sensatin shot up my spine, my head shot back.  

Dont come, dont come, dont come!

I cried out, I cried out his name, my throat feeling a tightness and a heat as I screamed. This was such divine torture, I felt tears springing to my ears, falling down my cheeks,

"Please let me let come! Please Daddy, please!", I all but sobbed the words.

He pushed me off of him, and onto my back on the bed, he ripped my bra off, my chest heaving and tears on my face, tears in my eyes. Placing himself between my legs, he ran his tongue all over my breasts, sucking so hard on my nipples, they felt like they were being snipped off. I moaned out and my hands clenched on his muscled shoulders as pain shot through every nerve in my body.

His tongue slid down my rib cage, my tummy, lingering on my belly button and the piercing there, his tongue dancing among the small suspended jewel in my flesh. He went down once again to my pussy, his tongue licking the outside lips, not near my clit at all! His deft fingers pried the lips apart and he lightly touched my clit with his tongue - my orgasm beat at me with iron fists all over my body, the heat overwhelming me,

"Come little baby, come on my lips..."

His tongue once again touched lightly on my clit and my body arched with such a force as my orgasm clattered over me, screaming at the top of all sound. My kitten exploaded in his mouth, my wetness coming out of me with a forceful spurt. Every tip of me seemed on fire, my head swam and my eyes were burned with the brightest of lights. Sam laughed softly, coming to kiss my lips, my eyes clenched still, as all my body was tense, he kissed and licked the tears from my eyes, he kissed the tender lids of my closed eyes,

"Such a beautiful little girl I have, such a delicious lovely baby."

My arms wound around him, his neck burrowing in my neck. But it wasnt over, I felt his rock hard cock through his pants, pushing at my thigh like a weapon. I reached down, my eyes still closed, my chest still heaving, and grabbed at the buttons of his fly, freeing his cock. He helped himself out of his pants, unbottoning his shirt but leaving it on, the fabric hanging softly over his body. I opened my eyes to see his rippling chest, the soft tufts of dark hair that adorned it, a soft trail of hair leading to his hard and harshly veined cock. Again I was amazed at it and wanted it in my mouth, but he had other plans,

"Take your cunt in between your fingers and spread it for Daddy, so he can slide his cock into you."

I cried out at his words, my body willing itself to him - my hand shot down to my pussy and I did as he commanded. I panted and felt his weight above me, his furry chest scratching at my skin, making a fire of it. The nails of my free hand dug deeply into his shoulder as he placed the tip of his cock against me, my fingers felt him too, felt the length of him against them as he slid his long length into me, pushing at the back of my pussy.

I screamed, feeling a white hot pain deep inside of me as he pushed the thickness of it fully home. My hand that had been at my pussy went my mouth, my teeth biting harshly at my fingers. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he lowered himself over me and his hands went under my shoulders, craddling me as he began thrusting, pushing all the way to the hilt, hurting me so divinely, a fire deep in my cunt.

As he fucked me, he spoke into my ear, at times biting at my neck, kissing me hard on my mouth, his tongue again fighting mine. His cock never stopped its assault, pressing me, impaling me, hurting me, making me more wet by the minute. His pulsing cock felt like a burning lance that meant to kill me, forcing its harsh length so deep inside of me, I could feel it like a penance from Heaven. In my ear he spoke, his hot breath against my skin amazing my already overloaded senses,

"Daddy needs to examine your little ass, would you like that my little girl?", His voice was silken against my ear, my skin.

"Oh yes please Daddy, do whatever you wish with me.", My gasping interrupted my words.

When he pulled out of me, it was agony, I cried with sadness when he left me, my pussy seemingly gaping and so drippingly wet. With soft touches of his hand to my hip, he bade me to roll over onto my knees. He softly pushed my shoulders down, the left side of my face flat to the counterpane, my bottom high in the air before him,

"Lovely little asshole my baby has, I wonder what it tastes like..."

I could feel his breath on the cheek of my bottom, feeling his wet, hot tongue against my little vulnerable hole was like another sweet torture. His tongue found its way down to my cunt again and lapped at its wetness, my small cries become pleas of longing, wiggling my bottom in his face.

He thrust his slick tongue into my asshole, licking away at me, tasting me. Using his hand he lubricated my little hole with juices from my pussy and touched the tip of his hot cock to it. He grasped my hips with both hands and pushed gently into me. I screamed as if I had been hit with bricks, the pain and combined pleasure of it was bringing me to the edge again, as I felt him stab the full length of his cock into my unassuming and tight asshole, when he had reached as far as I could take, he slowly began thrusting in and out of me.

I cried out his name as I felt his balls smacking against my soaked pussy. He reached his hand under me and began fondling my clit, his slick finger sliding over it as his cock slid in and out of my ass. Again, the orgasmic wave was threatening me, threatening to crash over me and blind me yet again as it seared my flesh. As if he could read my thoughts,

"No my sweet little fuck doll, don't come. Come only when Daddy says so."

I whimpered my sadness and moaned as he plunged his entire length into me, his fingers ever present over my swollen slit. My mouth moaning out all of the torrid sounds of my pleasure,

"Put your hands on the back of your neck little baby, try not to move at all."

I did so and immediatly realized that the self control needed heightened my need to burst forth and come. I cried out and once more tears found their way to my eyes, my hands grasped at each other behind my head, my teeth biting at the fabric of the counterpane as I tried to still myself. It seemed an eternity as I knelt there, my ass being plundered and my thundering clit pounding beneath his hands.

I could feel his cock starting to twitch inside of me,

"Come with me my baby, come with me my little one."

In a seeming fever, I came so hard as I felt his come shooting deep inside my ass, the heat of it overwhelming me and encouraging my orgasm even further. I screamed and panted, my body falling out of space, my legs giving from under me. Sam knelt still on the bed, seemingly unable to move, his body still, his cock dripping.

I turned over on my side and looked at him, his strong legs, his flushed face, so tan and beautifully creased, his eyes tightly closed. As if by magick, he looked at me, surveyed my curled body, my chest heaving, my pussy dripping. He smiled and began kissing every part of me, from my feet all the way up to my lips, his mouth lingering at my pointed nipples and flushed breasts,

"Oh my darling one, my sweet darling flower baby."

His tone was so quiet and calm, so sweet and secure. He gathered me up and lay me in his lap, my hip feeling his semi hard cock pressed to it. His fingers lightly traced my curves, my tummy, my thighs and even my lips. His fingers lingering there as he placed one finger in my mouth - I tasted myself on it and I sighed and closed my eyes, sucking blindly on his damp finger. I fell into a half sleep, all the time he held me, touched me, seemed to rock me. Tears sprung from my eyes and he kissed them away, calling me his precious one, his flower.

He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, sitting me sleepily on the edge of a large oval bathtub. I listened, detached, to the tap and felt the steam, smelt the oils he poured into the flowing water. He helped me into the tub and picked up a sponge, soothing my skin with its warmth and wetness. I stared at my toes through the water, the dark red enamel that I had painted there so carefully.

He took my arm in his hands and massaged it as he washed it, doing the same to my legs, lingering on my feet, pressing with both thumbs upon the tender bones of them. I sighed and closed my eyes, amazed at my flushed contentedness.

When he had finished washing me, he lowered himself into the huge tub in front of me. I laid my back against the back of the tub, feeling his muscled back lean into my soft breasts, my tired tummy muscles. I was soothed by his weight against me as I wrapped my legs around him. I took up the same sponge he had used for me and dipped it into the water, letting the water run out and onto his shoulders, rubbing them with the oiled water.

He leant his head back on my left shoulder as I washed his chest, his arms, his throat. He spoke to me of how comfortable I made him and asked my age, I ignored the question and complimented him on his agility, his strength, his considerable talents and sexual command. I told him of how small and soothed he made me feel, my voice turning dreamy in his ear.

He helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a fluffy white towel and went off to make tea and get a little something for us to eat, a towel wrapped about his waist. I walked slowly into the bedroom, my head full of clouds as I surveryed the counterpane, covered in many spots of wetness and rumpled wrinkles. I began to dress, wrapping myself in my bra and stopping when I reached my panties.

With a quick thought, I laid them out flat on the foot of the bed, in offering it would seem.

I finished dressing and ran a comb through my pigtails, still pristine even through all the physicality. I tightened the ribbons as I walked toward the sound of a screaming kettle and kitchen drawers opening and closing. When he saw me, he beamed, his face brightening and his eyes surveying me. We sat on the patio, drinking out of small tea cups and eating cut veggies and flat bread, watching the waves crash way below us and the sea gulls gliding around in the lowered sunlight.

Sam was a man of his church, of conviction and of the court room. He had a tender place within him that he had let me visit. I had lain with him, surrendered to him and he felt my full vulnerability. He was a man of his God and he made me feel like an Angel before him, sighing and crying for him. I saw Sam many other times aside from this, Many times he asked me to leave my family and come live with him. A girl of sixteen, I had obligations to my family and my education, I declined continuously.  

I decided that I would remain his part-time Angel and I kept it as always, a pleasure-filled dream in my mind that was filled by clouds.


Pink said...

Absolutely gorgeous... made me wish I had acted on some of my daddy-seeking impulses when I was younger...
kisses to you and your new blog!

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Cajunag said...

This one left me speechless. And hard. Raging hard.

Damn. Just spectacular.



Anonymous said...

o.m.g. ... i'm left speechless...
this is awesome!

Anonymous said...

and how old were you?

Anonymous said...

Hello everyoen, thanx a lot for this blog ..... This was what I was loiking for.

Anonymous said...


what if your real father does this to you? huh?

i hate those daddy-daughter fantasies when real life molestation scars you like hell and degrades you like fuck