9 comments/ 56947 views/ 16 favorites Life With "Daddy" By: daddyslittlegirl18 I was emancipated from my parents at 16. My father was never really in the picture and my mother seemed relieved to see me gone. My mother had just met her new man and was already pregnant. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I'm attractive to men. I'm 5'9" and thin, with pert, 32D breasts, long wavy golden-brown hair, and blue eyes. My mother is a beautiful woman, but I suspect she did not want her new husband distracted by a beautiful young girl. I also suspect she did not trust him to be good. I had already had a part time job after school bagging groceries and I had inherited some money from my grandparents. I decided to stay in high school and I was able to rent a small apartment just a block away from the law firm that handled my emancipation. The lawyer who took care of my case was part of the Lewis Law firm run by an in-shape, handsome 43 year-old man named John Lewis. Mr. Lewis was married when I met him and had two kids who were 20 and 21 at the time. Mr. Lewis took a special interest in my case and in me. Whenever I would go to the firm, he would call me into his office and ask me how things were going, how school was, how work was, if I needed anything, etc. He made me feel very special and protected. This caring, parental figure was something that was lacking in my life and I think he knew that. The next year, after completing the emancipation procedure, I began working full time after school at the coffee shop right between my apartment and the Lewis law firm. I knew Mr. Lewis went to the coffee shop most mornings and I hoped that he would come in the evening when I was working, but he didn't. On one of my nights off I decided to take him some coffee and a pastry - I wanted to tell him how I was and where I was working. He was so happy to see me that he hugged me for the first time. We talked and caught up. He told me he was in the midst of divorcing his wife and I told him about my string of young, deadbeat boyfriends. Thereafter, he started coming into the coffee shop most nights. This went on until I graduated high school. Mr. Lewis attended my graduation and told me he was very proud of me. Neither of my parents came, for which, I have to admit, I was grateful. Mr. Lewis took me out to dinner and gave me a small diamond pendant necklace as a graduation gift. I was over the moon! It was wonderful how much time I had after graduating. I was 18 and felt free. I began working day shifts at the coffee shop. Mr. Lewis preferred going there in the morning and was relieved when I no longer worked at night. I think drinking coffee at night had been keeping him up too late. One morning, I brought Mr. Lewis his latte with whole milk. After tasting it, he grabbed my hand and said sternly, "Young lady, I wanted skim milk." At that moment, the way he said "young lady" made my pussy start to drip - I was so wet. After I brought him the correct latte, I told my manager I needed a ten-minute break. I went to the bathroom, locked the door, leaned against it and put my hand under my skirt inside my panties. I rubbed my clit thinking about Mr. Lewis saying "Young lady, bring me coffee", "Young lady, do the dishes" and "Young lady, suck my big cock". I came so hard in that bathroom. This was my first glimpse into what I wanted and needed. When I came out of the bathroom, Mr. Lewis was still in his seat. He watched me as I came out, made eye contact and motioned me over to him. I sat down because I still had 5 minutes left for my break. He said, "Young lady, what did you do in the bathroom?" Ugh! My pussy started to drip again. I got up and whispered in his ear, "I masturbated." I stood upright and, blushing, watched him grin. He told me to meet him at his office at 7:00 that night. I agreed and went back to work, but all I could think about was Mr. Lewis. I arrived at the office 15 minutes early. Mr. Lewis was still on the phone when I knocked and opened the door. His eyebrows furrowed and he motioned to me to exit - to close the door and wait. 15 minutes later, at 7:00 sharp, the door opened and Mr. Lewis told me to come into his office. He told me to stay standing. He removed his silk tie, hung it on the hat rack and unbuttoned his top button. He said, "When I tell you 7:00, young lady, I mean 7:00." Again, my pussy started to drip and throb. He said, "Daddy is going to spank you for disobeying." This was the first time he referred to himself as "Daddy" and it made my pussy even wetter. He told me to bend over the desk and lift my skirt. He remained standing behind me as I did what I was told. He said, "I've been waiting for this view for a long time" as his hands caressed my bottom. He then slowly pulled my white panties down and noticed how wet they were. He said, "My baby girl's pussy is wet, just like Daddy likes it." With that he spanked my bare bottom with his hand and it was a hard smack. He told me to say with every smack: "I'm a disobedient slut." He spanked me 10 times, 5 on each cheek, and every time I repeated: "I'm a disobedient slut!" As I laid face down on his desk, I felt the fabric of his pants and his bulge push against my bottom. He said, "Can you feel Daddy's hard cock?" "Yes" I said. He smacked my bottom again and said "Yes, who?" I gasped and replied "Yes, Daddy!" He told me to stay where I was. I heard him walk around the desk to his big chair and sit. I heard his zipper come down and he said, "Get up, take your panties all the way off, walk around the desk and kneel in front of my cock." I did as I was told and kneeled, staring at his very large erection. He told me to kiss his balls and his cock and asked "How much do you like Daddy's cock?" I said, "I love Daddy's cock." He said, "Good. Now suck it like a lollipop, little girl." I wrapped my lips around the tip of his hard cock and brought it into my mouth as far as it would go. I licked and sucked just like I would a lollipop. He sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head and moaned, watching me. "Look at me" he said. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes. He made eye contact and said sternly, "I don't want to see any cum outside of your mouth. Swallow every last drop." His cock started to swell and I knew he was about to cum. He yelled "You little slut!" as he grabbed the back of my head, shoved his cock in further and filled my mouth with cum. There was no way I could swallow all his cum with his cock so deep in my mouth. When he finally pulled out, he looked down at me. I had cum all over my mouth, my chin, and on my shirt. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, studied my cum covered mouth and said "Looks like you need more practice. Lick up what you can and then go wash up." I licked my lips as far as my tongue could reach and started to get up. He grabbed me around the waist, turned me so my bottom was in front of his face, lifted my skirt and gave my bottom a smack. He said "I was going to let you cum but you were such a bad girl today." I said, "Oh, please, I'm so wet!" He gave me another smack and said "You're asking for another spanking, young lady. I don't want to hear whining and you are always to address me as 'Daddy' or 'Sir.' " With that, I went to his private bathroom, washed my face and washed the few spots of cum off my shirt with some soap and water. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "I love being Daddy's slut." I knew this man would protect me, love me, cherish me and discipline me. I felt fulfilled and I hadn't even cum; this was going to be the best time of my life. Life With "Daddy" Ch. 02 Edited by Citrus Blosssom * For the next couple months, my 18 year-old life was pretty routine. I was still working at the coffee shop in the mornings and Mr. Lewis would come in before going to his office, watching me as I worked and telling me what time he wanted me to meet him at his office. I had become accustomed to our meetings. I would go to his office whenever ordered. I was required to be on time. A late arrival would be followed by a spanking, given while I was bent over the desk with my panties down. I would then take my panties off, walk around the desk to Mr. Lewis in his big chair, kneel in front of his cock and suck. If I arrived promptly, I was allowed to pleasure myself. He would have me lay on the couch in his office and tell me to masturbate as he watched. I would rub my pink button until I shook with the tingles. I would then take my panties off, walk to his chair, kneel and suck. I was becoming very good at swallowing all of his cum. He would always grab the back of my head, call me a slut, and thrust further into my mouth when he ejaculated. It was difficult but I learned to relax my throat and let the cum slide down. Mr. Lewis was very proud of my progress. He would take me out to dinner after our meetings, sort of as a reward but also simply because we enjoyed each other's company. Although I looked forward to our meetings, they were becoming very routine for me. I was beginning to have dreams about his cock penetrating my pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if our relationship would ever progress. I was head-over-heels for him. I wanted to be used in more ways than I had been so far - I wanted to know he wanted me like I wanted him and I wanted to hear that he cared for me like I did him. One morning when Mr. Lewis was having his breakfast at the coffee shop and watching me, he motioned me over to him. I thought he would simply tell me a time to arrive at his office but he didn't. He said, "Young lady, I'm coming to your apartment tonight. I'll be there at 6:30. Have your old school uniform on." I replied, "Yes, Sir." This was exciting. I didn't know what to expect, but I was glad it was something different. I spent the rest of my workday thinking about all the things Mr. Lewis might do to me. I got home at 4:00 pm. I showered and searched my closet for my old school clothes. Finally, I found my plaid skirt and white blouse. I put on a white bra, pink panties, and knee-high socks. I got my iron out of the closet and used my dining room table to iron my skirt and blouse. I put them on and voila! I was, once again, a schoolgirl. It was 6:15. I put my hair in a ponytail, sat on my couch and waited. The knock on my door was at 6:30 sharp. I said, "Who is it?" Mr. Lewis' muffled voice said, "Let me in, Baby Girl." I opened the door to find Mr. Lewis holding a bunch of tulips and a bottle of wine. I was so surprised at these sweet gestures that I simply stared. Finally, Mr. Lewis handed me the tulips and kissed my lips. He said, annoyed, "Let me in." I giggled and said, "Sorry, Daddy." I opened the door wider. He came in and as I put the tulips in water, he opened the wine. I told him I'd never had wine before. He said, "You'll like it." And he handed me a 1/4 full glass. I hadn't eaten anything yet and after drinking the small amount of wine I was very light headed and giggly. I didn't like the flavor of the wine, but I really liked how it made me feel. My pussy started to get wet as I started to think about what I wanted Mr. Lewis to do to me. He turned the stereo on, sat on the sofa and told me to dance for him. I teased him by lifting my plaid skirt a little and rolling my hips with my bottom right in front of his face. After a couple of songs, he motioned me over to him and said, "Sit on my lap." I moved to Mr. Lewis' lap and had a hard time positioning myself around his hard cock. He began to unbutton my blouse. I was nervous because he'd never seen my breasts before. He said, "Daddy wants to see your tits" as he took them both out of my bra. He said "Oh, yeah, beautiful. Large, firm, and perky just like Daddy likes." He started to circle one nipple with his finger, which made me very wet. I moaned a little which made him grin. He said, "You're being a very good girl obeying Daddy." I nodded not wanting him to stop. My eyes were closed and my lips slightly parted as I savored his touch. He put his hand up my skirt and started to lightly touch my wet, panty-covered pussy. He said "I like a wet pussy but only from good girls. Are you Daddy's good little girl?" "Yes, Daddy" I nodded. He said, "Prove it. Take Daddy's magic wand out of his pants." I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his zipper and removed his hard cock. He said, "Now, milk me with your tight little pussy." I was nervous, but so excited. I straddled his lap, moved my panties to the side and slowly brought my smooth pussy down on his hard cock. I began to ride him slowly. He moaned and said "Oh, yeah. That's a good girl." He put his hand under my plaid skirt and began to rub my clit with his thumb. He said, making eye contact, "You're not allowed to cum until I say." I nodded but after a couple minutes I couldn't stop myself. With his large cock inside of me and his thumb on my pink button, I yelled "Daddy! I'm tingling! UH...OH...Daddy!" I shook as I orgasmed on top of him. When I stopped quivering, he said, "You bad little girl!" He lifted me off of his hard cock and told me to get on all fours. I did as I was told. He took his pants and boxers off as he said, "Slutty, disobedient little girls deserve spankings." I was still high and weak from my orgasm. I put my head all the way down on a sofa pillow while my bottom was in the air. Mr. Lewis threw my skirt up, moved my panties down to my bended knees and spanked my bottom. He said as he spanked me, "Daddy owns this little pussy. You are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, bitch." He then grabbed my hair from behind and pulled my torso up as he inserted his large erection into my pussy. He held onto my hair as he fucked me hard from behind. He kept repeating, "This... is... my... cunt" as he thrust in and out of me quickly. He kept hold of my hair with his left hand as he pulled out, moaned and shot his hot cum all over my bottom. We both stayed where we were until all of his cum had come out and his moans had subsided. He let go of my hair and I looked back at him and smiled while still on all fours. He said, "You need more practice, little girl." My smile quickly turned to a frown. I was worried that I had disappointed him to the point where he wouldn't want to play with me anymore. We got up and he kissed me. He said, "Let's take a shower and go eat, my love." My heart leapt. I knew that he wouldn't discard me just because I didn't meet his expectations this one time - he would train me to be his perfect slut. My pussy belonged to him but maybe his heart was becoming mine.