0 comments/ 110375 views/ 78 favorites Finding Daddy By: DaDdYDoMz_GuRL I had not been able to stop thinking about him for several months. Which was not surprising since I had been devoting most of my time to him. Although who could blame me? I hadn't known hardly anything about him up until then. Maybe I should give some background. I am, what I'd like to consider, a mostly full grown woman of 18. I'm still in high school, working part time, enjoying the privileges of my first used car, and have lived with my mom for all of my life. I'd never really been told anything about my father. From what I have managed to wrestle out of my mom, he, and me too, if the truth be told, was a mistake in her life that she never wished would ever be brought up. I believe it's because of that, that since I turned 18, she has had even far less to do with me then ever before. She's constantly working over time and spending as little time at home as she can. Which really doesn't bother me. We've never had a close relationship anyway. Since I've always been almost a complete opposite of my mom, I began to think that I must take after my father. I've always also felt that something was missing in my life. I was the tom-boy growing up. Into whatever the neighborhood boys were. Always proving I was just as tough, that I could do just as much. But inside was always the little girl in me, that wanted, and so desperately needed, a daddy to cuddle up to and make me feel loved. That's why about 6 months ago I started spending all of my free time on the internet, searching for anything I could find on my father. However, after two months and hardly anything to show for it, I was disappointed and afraid I'd never find anything at all on him. It was just a week later that I would get my break. The one I'd been waiting 2 months, or really, my whole life for. I already knew his name, so finally I found an address listing along with an e-mail address for him! I couldn't believe my luck. Right away I sent off an e-mail explaining who I was and why I was contacting him. I was realistic though. I mean come on, the guy hadn't had anything to do with me in 16 years so there must have been a reason. He probably never wanted anything to do with me, and I was as much of a mistake to him as I was to my mother. Two days later I received a reply. He said that he never even knew about me. He remembered my mom, but said that he had only dated her a few months, and then she had suddenly broken off all contact with him almost 19 years ago. We continued to correspond through e-mail for about two weeks. He seemed genuinely surprised at his finding out that he had a daughter. He then gave me his online screen name and we started chatting through instant messengers. All the spare time I had, I spent on the computer, both at school and at home, talking with him at his work and home. He lived about an hour away from me. Not very far but with my schooling and part time job it was still too far for me to travel to meet with him. And because of my mom, him coming to see me was out of the question. But finally school ended for the summer, and I had some time saved up from my job for a week's vacation, so we made plans to meet then. I was a little apprehensive. Maybe he wasn't really my father at all, but just some guy from the internet who wanted to lure me to his house. But I also knew I had to find out for sure. The drive to his house was the longest hour of my life. A million questions were running through my mind. What would he be like in person? Would he like me? Would all of this become too real for him, and he change his mind about wanting a relationship with me? On the computer he seemed laid back enough. He let me say whatever I wanted. He never really asserted any type of fatherly authority over me. But then again he didn't have any other children (that he knew about) and I was almost grown so there wasn't much he could say. I followed his directions that he had given me, and found his house with little trouble. He lived out in the country, about 20 minutes from the nearest town. That in itself was something that made me feel more of a connection to him, because I'd always preferred life outside of town myself. I was so nervous I almost thought about turning around and going back home. But then I'd have to explain to my mom what I was doing back. I had told her I was going on a road trip with friends. She still didn't know anything about me finding my father. I quickly decided against that and pulled into his drive way. Gathering all the courage that I had, I got out of the car and started up the walk. At the door I took one last deep breath and knocked. The door opened and I timidly asked "Daddy?". He stared at me hard for what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few seconds, then he smiled and held out his arms to me. I flew into them and hugged him as tight as I could. His arms felt so strong and secure around me. We finally broke the hug, and then he invited me in. and we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening talking, laughing, and even a little crying together. That night he showed me to the spare room that was now my room he said for as long as I wanted it. I hugged and kissed him goodnight and then laid down. I was so content, and so worn out from all the emotions I had gone through during the day, that I fell asleep in no time. The next few days were much the same. Finding out how much we shared in common. His want of always having a daughter, and then to finally find out he really has one. He had been married briefly a few years after dating my mom, but that hadn't lasted very long. And no children had resulted from it. We spent every waking hour together. I helped him around the house doing his chores with him. Trips into town, meeting some friends of his. He seemed to want to show me off to the world and I of course didn't mind in the least. I was satisfied just being with him. The night before the day I was suppose to leave was hard for me. I had just found my Daddy, and after this, night I was going to be leaving him again. We were sitting in the den watching television together, when I brought up the subject. "I'm going to be leaving tomorrow Daddy" I told him. "I know baby," he said, "but now that we've found each other, you know nothing will tear us apart again." I knew it was true, but I just didn't want to face leaving him, and going back to my life, and have to pretend I'd never met him. Tears started welling up in my eyes, and I told him how much I'd enjoyed this week I'd had with him, and that I wished it'd never end. "I don't want it to end either my sweet girl, but it's late, and you have a drive ahead of you tomorrow, it's time for bed" he told me. "But Daddy can't we stay up late tonight? Please?" I begged him. Daddy stared hard at me, "Little one, I said it's time for bed." I knew I shouldn't have questioned him. Daddy was still as laid back as always, but I had also learned enough not to question him, or back talk him. Daddy walked me to my room, and I was still upset about having to leave him in the morning. I hugged him tightly at the doorway to my room, and then he surprised me. "Baby, you're so upset, you know Daddy hates seeing you this way, would you like to sleep in bed with me tonight?" he asked. I thought I was a little big to be sleeping in bed with my Daddy, but I'd never had it growing up and I took him up on the offer. Daddy had a big king size bed in his room. I thought I'd get lost in it. Daddy went into the bathroom to change for bed, while I got myself comfortable on the right side of the bed. Daddy had already shut the lights off, so the only light was from under the door to the bathroom, which was connected to Daddy's room. I laid there thinking of how much I had grown to love my Daddy in the short week I'd had with him. He was still an attractive older man, and I wondered why my mom would have thrown away any chance at him. I certainly would never be like that, I told myself. My back was turned towards the bathroom door when I heard the bathroom door open, and light flooded the room for just an instant before he shut off the bathroom light. I heard him pad to the bed, and felt it sinking in as Daddy got in and laid down. He reached out an arm to me and asked me to lay closer to him. I turned facing him and cuddled up to his side. I had never felt as warm, loved, protected, or secure as I did laying there with him. He had an arm around me and was lightly stroking my arm. "I don't want to leave you Daddy," I whispered to him. He squeezed me tight, my head pressed against his bare chest, he kissed my forehead and said "I don't want you to ever leave me either baby." I turned my head up to look at him. I could just barely make out his face as I gazed up at him. "I love you Daddy," I said. He kissed me on the cheek, pulled back slightly and told me he loved me too. I went to kiss him again, but he had moved his head to start to say something else to me, and the kiss I was going to give him connected to his lips. I started to pull back, but then Daddy deepened the kiss and pulled me closer to him. I knew I shouldn't be kissing my own Daddy like that, but it felt so good, so right, that I couldn't bring myself to pull away. Daddy brought his other hand up to cup my face and I sighed into his mouth. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and I started to feel myself getting warm. Daddy's hand traveled down my face, caressing my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm, coming to rest at the swell of my breasts. I opened my mouth up, and Daddy wasted no time in flicking his tongue into my mouth. I felt chills shoot straight into my pussy. I started running my own hand over his face, neck and chest. His chest felt so strong under my fingers. My hand dropped lower to his stomach and my forearm brushed against his hard cock. It turned me on even more to know that I had caused him to get hard. Daddy moaned as my arm brushed him, then he dropped his hand off of my arm and ever so lightly ran his fingers across my breast. He felt my hard nipple through my nightshirt. Cupping my breast in his hand, and then letting go to pinch my nipple. I again had the thought we shouldn't be doing this. But no one knew I was here. It was just me and Daddy. No one would ever have to know. I think my being so upset at having to leave him, combined with how openly he had accepted me, made me lose all of my senses. Slowly, ever so slowly, my own hand crept farther down his stomach to the waistband of shorts. I was unsure of myself, so I kept my hand on the outside and felt him through his shorts. Daddy moaned again, as I wrapped my tiny hand around as much of his cock as I could, and then slowly started to stroke him. Daddy's hand traveled down my stomach and over my leg to the hem of my nightshirt. His hand went under it, and slowly started its ascent back up to my chest. Every inch of my bare skin that he touched seemed to burn me. I was so wet for my own Daddy I couldn't believe it. But at this point I was beyond caring. I needed to feel him, so I ran my hand back up to the top of his shorts and slid my hand under. I felt the coarse hairs above his cock. Running my fingers through it. Savoring every touch of him. My hand went to the base of his cock, wrapped around and lightly squeezed. Daddy groaned as I squeezed his cock and finally broke the kiss. All of a sudden he rolled me onto my back, got on top of me between my legs, and pinned my arms above my head. "Daddy! What are you doing?" I gasped at him. "You shouldn't be doing this baby, look at what you've done to Daddy, I think you've had some previous experience haven't you baby girl?" "That's none of your business Daddy and this isn't funny. You're scaring me, let me go!" Instead of letting me go Daddy transferred both of my wrists to one of his hands, and drew the other down the full length of my body. I started struggling against him. Trying to get him off of me, but I knew it was futile. He was way too strong for me. Daddy lifted my nightshirt up to my waist, and drew his hand down over my pussy. I was soaking wet, all of this was turning me on but I didn't want Daddy to know that. He slipped a finger into me and I had to stifle a moan. "You're so wet baby, you like this don't you? You like Daddy over-powering you don't you?" he asked me. I couldn't believe the change all this had taken. I did like him over powering me. It had always been a fantasy of mine but I thought that's all it would remain. And if that's how he was going to be I sure wasn't going to make it easy on him. I turned my head to the side and refused to look at him. Wrong thing to do. Daddy brought his hand back up and grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back to look at him. "Tell me baby," he said, "tell me how much you like it." I stared defiantly back at him. Daddy let go of my hair and dropped his hand back down to my pussy. This time I was so much wetter than before. Daddy roughly pushed two fingers up inside of me, but there was no resistance because I was so wet. And I couldn't hold my moan in this time. I was too turned on by Daddy. "Tell me baby girl, tell me you want it, tell me how much you like it," Daddy said as he leaned down to kiss me again. At his kiss all resistance I was putting up melted. I didn't want to fight anyway. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside of me. Filling me up completely. "Oh Daddy, I need you so much, I need you in me, I need you to fuck me, please, Daddy, fuck your little girl" I begged him. Daddy groaned deep in his throat, kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving his tongue past my lips and at the same time shoving his rock hard cock past my pussy lips, and deep inside of me in one stroke. I screamed into Daddy's mouth. He was so much bigger then any of the boys I'd fucked in the back of cars. And this was hardly some boy from school. This was my Daddy's cock buried inside of me. I was so close to cuming already, and Daddy had just entered me. When Daddy broke away from the kiss I begged him to fuck me, to fuck his little girl, fuck me with the same cock that had made me. Daddy kept hold of my wrists above my head, which turned me on even more, and used his other hand to alternatively play with my nipples and flick my clit. I bucked my hips up into him as much as I could. I wanted him so much deeper. I wanted to feel nothing but his cock. I needed and wanted him so bad. I loved fucking him. "That's it baby, fuck your little pussy up onto Daddy's cock," I squeezed Daddy's cock with my pussy muscles, griping him hard, not wanting to let him back out of me for even a second. "Oh my god!" I moaned, "Fuck me Daddy, fuck your little girl!" Daddy started stroking his cock in and out of me faster and faster, going deeper with every stroke of his hard cock. He felt so damn good. I'd never been fucked so good in my life, and I was getting it from my own Daddy. I was on the verge of cumming long and hard. "Daddy, I'm going to cum!" "Yes, baby, cum on your Daddy's cock, cum all over it my sweet girl, give Daddy all of your cum, I want to feel your pussy explode all over my cock." I felt my orgasm building up. Daddy was fucking his cock into me so fast. Still going back and forth between playing with my nipple and my clit. I was moaning continually. Then Daddy bent his head down, and flicked his tongue over my nipple, and then bit down. I exploded. I came all over his cock. Thrashing about on the bed. Bucking my hips up to meet him, trying to get him even further inside of me. I was yelling his name over and over. "That's it baby girl, that's my sweet little girl, cum all over Daddy's cock. You're going to get Daddy to cum baby." Hearing that sent me over the edge again on another wave of orgasms. Daddy groaned, and then rammed his cock into me one last time and held it in, dumping his load of cum inside my pussy. "Oh yes baby, god you feel so good, I'm cumming baby, take your Daddy's cum, take it deep inside your little pussy." "Oh Daddy, yes, cum inside me, fill me up with your cum." Daddy finally lowered himself onto me and held me tightly, releasing my hands. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him. "Baby I love you so much" Daddy said breathlessly. "I love you too Daddy" I told him. Daddy rolled over onto his side, bringing me onto my side with him. He held me tightly, and swore to me he'd always be there for me. "We found each other my sweet one, we'll always be together now." And then we fell asleep, exhausted, but completely fulfilled, in each others arms. Finding Daddy Ch. 01 "Hey gorgeous, can I buy your next drink?" I turned my head, flipping my long black hair over my shoulder. My lips tugged at the corners, a ghost of a smile. "Yeah, why not?" I shrugged, making room at the crowded bar for the handsome stranger. He was definitely older, but still handsome as hell. "Are you kidding me, Luc? He's old enough to be our father!" My sister whispered frantically in my ear. "Sarah, I'm pretty sure that only skeeves out girls who had fathers growing up. If ours turns up, tell him I've found a new daddy." I rolled my eyes at my older sister, before turning back to my new drinking companion. "Hi, I'm Lucy," I stuck out my hand, leaning against the bar. He grasped my hand gently, like I was a china doll he was afraid to break. I must've given him a look, the kind that says, You've got to be kidding me, because suddenly his blue eyes narrowed and he tugged my hand roughly, making me stumble into his chest. His free arm wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my slender hip. "Hello, Lucy. Surely you don't give all your daddy's this much attitude," He said roughly, though I could feel his silent laughter in his chest. I could feel my cheeks redden; I hadn't thought he could hear me! At the same time, I could feel the dampness growing between my legs at his sudden dominance, making me press my thighs together. His eyes darkened at my little movement, only distracted for a moment when the bartender set down my fresh drink. His hand left my hip, and I found myself missing the firm warmth. He picked up my glass of whiskey on the rocks and raised it to my lips. My dark brown eyes stayed locked onto his stormy blue ones as the liquor swept past my lips. "Good girl." His voice rumbled against me, sending a shiver down my spine. He set down my empty glass and ran his fingers through my hair. I'd left it down straight tonight, the ends just curling under my breasts. I nearly purred, biting my bottom lip and staring up at him. He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss, tipping my chin up with his fingers. Before I could push it further, he released me and stepped back, leaving me breathless. He reached into his pants pocket and dug around, pulling out a business card. Slipping it into the pocket of my jeans, he gave me a smile. "Call me tomorrow, Lucy. I want to take you out." And then he was gone. Dissolved into the crowd like he'd never been here at all. A sharp elbow dug into my ribs, making me gasp and cringe. "Damn it, Sarah, what was that all about?" I snapped, rubbing my side. "What the hell, Luce? Are you really going to call him?" She demanded, grabbing my face with her hands. "Uh, yeah," I grinned, going cross eyed at her. "Come on, let's dance before we head home," I said, grabbing her hands from my face and dragging her away to the dance floor. "Ooh my head," I groaned, holding my head in both hands, elbows resting on the kitchen counter. Sarah was in no better condition than I, just a few feet over. "Silly girls, going out, getting drunk. You act like boys, not young women," Mother clucked, banging around in the kitchen. "Ieh, Mommy please, quietly!" Sarah whined, letting her head sink to the table. I watched our mother through squinted eyes, trying to let as little light in as possible. She moved with such grace around the kitchen, her silky black hair pulled up into a tight bun. Her skin was still smooth, barely any lines or wrinkles, her brown almond eyes the same as her own and Sarah's. They got their appearances from their mother, and their inheritance from their father. I reached into the pocket of my silk kimono-styled robe, pulling out the business card from last night. "Mark Tellar," I mused aloud, reading from the piece of cardstock. "Please tell me you're not really going to call him," Sarah groaned, looking up at me. "Of course I am. He was handsome, well dressed, and bought me a drink. I'm going to call him right now," I decided, standing up and heading towards the stairs. I tucked the card back into the pocket of my sleeve, bouncing up the stairs. "Oof. Damn it, Lucy!" I smacked into a hard chest, nearly falling backwards down the stairs. I grasped for the hand rail, instead a warm, unfamiliar hand grabbed mine. "Steady, child. One would think you're two, not twenty-two," a firm, annoyed voice grumbled. "Sorry, Father," I muttered, quickly adjusting my disheveled robe and looking down at the stairs. His shoes, shiny and black, said he was going to work. He ignored my apology and stepped around me, going on down the stairs. I sighed, rolling my eyes and running up the rest of the stairs. I didn't care if I'd inconvenienced him for a minute, I was about to give my new potential daddy a call. Sitting on my bed, I grabbed my cellphone and punched in the number on his card. It rang a few times, before he answered. "This is Mark." Yikes. He sounded a bit like father, all business. "Hello, this is Lucy... You told me to call today?" "Oh, Lucy, good morning!" His voice warmed instantly, making it easier to breathe. "I'm so glad you called. I want to take you out tonight, say, 6? Wear something lovely, classy, but that I'll want to rip off of you at the same time. Text me your address and I'll pick you up." Before I could say another word, he hung up. I was left staring at my cell, a bit overwhelmed. Suddenly it vibrated, startling me into the present. Mark had texted me, telling me again to send him my address. I did, and grinned, looking at the time. I had plenty of time to prep. In the bathroom I let the robe slip from my shoulders, hanging it neatly on the door. Turning the shower on, I looked myself over in the mirror as steam began to fill the room. My straight black hair concealed my 36 B cup chest before I swooped it up into a high bun to keep it dry. My nipples were a soft pink compared to the light latte caramel color of my skin. I stood on my tiptoes to get a more full look at my body, being only five feet and one inch made it hard to see. My waist narrowed in, then flared out at my hips. My ass was toned and rounded from squats at the gym, and my legs were firm and slim from running. Looking back up at my face, I smiled. My lips were a full, dusty rose color, my nose small and pert. My eyes were a dark, deep brown, a little large for my face, and framed with dark lashes. Not bad for 22, overall. Stepping into the shower, I sighed in relief. The hot water slicked back my hair as I lathered up my washcloth with vanilla cupcake body wash. "Mmm," I moaned quietly, running the soapy cloth over my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. I bit my bottom lip, dipping my hand lower, skimming the cloth over my flat tummy. "Hurry up, Lucy! I have to get ready for work!" Sarah pounded on the door, shaking me from my desire. I groaned and yelled out that I'd just be a minute. I quickly finished lathering and rinsing, shaving everything bare and smooth. Turning off the water and wrapping up in a fluffy towel, I shivered and opened the bathroom door. "All yours, babe," I grinned, patting Sarah on the cheek. I could hear her grumbling as I swept into my room, shutting the door behind me. I took my towel off and used it to wrap my hair up, hoping it'd dry faster. Grabbing a bottle of vanilla spice lotion from my dresser I smoothed it over my skin, standing in front of my open closet, trying to decide what to wear. I decided on a deep red peplum dress, strapless with a deep sweetheart neckline. It fit tight around my chest and torso, the side panels flared out giving my shape a dramatic curve, the skirt tight, ending about five inches above my knees. I tossed it on the bed, along with a black pair of peep toe pumps. Digging into my lingerie drawer I pulled out a black lace thong and stepped into it, pulling my tight ass cheeks apart so it swallowed the lace between them. Next I pulled out a matching strapless bra, wrapping it around my chest so it pushed the girls up nicely. Sitting at my vanity, I waited for my curling iron to heat up while I applied makeup. A subtle smokey eye and black winged liner, accentuating the almond shape of my eyes and a dark red lipstick on my full pouty lips. I curled my long hair into big soft spirals, curling around my breasts. "Ahem." I looked up from my reflection and saw my sister in my mirror. "Hey Sarah. What do you think?" I asked her, dabbing at my lipstick. "You look good. Not too slutty, but like you know everyone wants to fuck you." She said, leaning against my door frame. "Good!" I grinned cheekily, getting up from my vanity bench. I stepped into my heels, then into the dress. Wiggling it up over my hips and pressing the top to my chest, I turned my back to my older sister. "Zip me up?" She swept my hair out of the way and I felt the cool metal zip up over my skin. I leaned forward and adjusted my bra, pushing my tits up to give a good, but not trashy, view of my cleavage. Standing up straight, I gave my hair a flip for volume before spritzing with hair spray then perfume. I grabbed my staple black Coach purse and tossed my cell phone, lipstick, wallet and keys. The door bell rang just as I reached the foot of the stairs. I suppressed a grin and opened the door, finding the handsome tall stranger from last night standing on my porch. I drank in his tan complexion, dark brown hair speckled with grey, strong jaw with just a bit of stubble. He was wearing a smart black suit, it went well with my dress. "Hello, Mark. Would you like to come in?" I asked politely, opening the door wider. "No thank you, Lucy. Please, come with me," He was crisp and polite, like he had been on the phone this morning. I nodded and followed him out to his car, a sleek sports coupe. He opened the door for me and I stepped in, my dress riding up my thigh as I did. His bright blue eyes widened for a moment, locked on the now exposed flesh of my thighs. He blinked hard, and when they opened again they were dark and intense. He shut my door and walked around, getting into the drivers seat. I looked at him out of my peripheral until he grasped my chin in his hand and pulled my head up to look at him. "You've done very well, Lucy. I'm looking forward to tonight," He smiled, leaning forward and giving me a very gentle kiss on the lips. I sighed softly when he pulled away, already aching for more than the fragile ghost of a kiss he'd just bestowed upon me. "And I will reward you, later, when I don't have to worry about messing up that amazing lipstick that I hope to see wrapped around me later tonight." He said with a smirk as I gasped, cheeks flushing. I knew I'd do anything he asked me to at this moment. I craved his approval, his touch, his praise, and I would do anything to get it. We pulled up to a fancy Italian restaurant, and a valet opened my door to help me out. As I placed my hand in his and looked up, I could see the young man struggling not to look up my dress as he pulled me up. Mark was by my side in seconds, his arm wrapping possessively around my shoulders. I leaned into him instinctively, smiling up at him. He lead me into the restaurant, where we were quickly seated in a secluded booth near the back. Instead of sitting across from me, he sat beside me, very close. When the waiter came to the table, Mark quickly ordered a red wine to be brought to us. He tasted it, approved and we soon each had a glass, with the bottle chilling in ice beside the table. "Drink up, Lucy," He smiled, clinking his glass with mine. I arched my eyebrow at him, sipping from the glass. It was deep and delicious. "Are you trying to intoxicate me, Mark?" I asked him teasingly, wetting my lips with my tongue before taking another sip. "Only on my delightful company, of course," He grinned, refilling my glass. When the waiter returned, he looked to me to be sure I'd had time to glance over the menu. "I'll have the steak salad, please, no dressing," I told him, handing over the menu and taking another sip from my glass. Mark ordered his meal, before he too handed the menu to our waiter. His hand draped itself around my waist, pulling me in close against him. I smiled, snuggling close to his chest. I could feel his chin in my hair, as he breathed deep in the scent of my perfume. "Oh, Lucy. You're a wonderful girl, you are," He murmured into my hair, making me flush with pleasure. His hand on my waist dipped lower, fingers dancing around the edge of my dress. "You look so beautiful in that tight little dress, I absolutely can't wait to see what you have on under it," He continued, his voice growing husky towards the end. I murmured my agreement, breathless and tipsy. He straightened up as the waiter returned with our meals, but his right hand remained on my left thigh. He picked up his fork with his left hand, and began eating. "Part your legs, Lucy," He murmured, taking a sip from his glass. I looked up from my plate, fork frozen in mid air, halfway to my mouth. The look in his eyes was one not to be taken lightly. I finished taking my bite, as my legs slid apart slightly. His hand ran up my thigh, then down between them. I nearly choked on my salad when his fingertips grazed my lace-clad pussy. "Steady baby," He murmured, taking another bit of his dinner as he stroked my pussy lips, leaving me panting. "Drink your wine," He told me, tugging my panties to the side as he began to stroke my naked flesh, dipping in between my lips to find out desperately wet I was. I whimpered into my glass, taking a deep drink that nearly drained the glass. His finger skimmed my clit, causing my hips to buck up beneath the table slightly. He held in a chuckle, his hand leaving the crevice between my legs as my cheeks flushed, eyes burning with need. He brought his middle finger up to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, making me groan. "Finish your dinner, Lucy," He told me, planting a kiss on my temple and turning back to his dinner. I was panting the rest of the meal, I scarcely remember finishing my salad, though I do remember drinking more wine, trying to subdue the ache between my thighs. After an eternity, he paid the bill and we were off again. In the car, his hand rested on my leg, thumb drawing lazy circles across my skin. I was so hot, I thought I might combust. Thankfully he pulled into his drive way soon enough. He parked and got out, walking around to let me out. Leading me up to the nice, impressive house, I was so on edge, desperate for the release I craved. Once inside, he shut the door calmly, before turning and pressing me up against it. His hips pinned me against the cold wood of the door, his hands on the sides of my chest, roaming up and down to feel my shape. One hand left my side and swept my hair aside, his lips suddenly on my neck. I moaned, feeling his teeth nick at my sensitive skin, my back arching and pressing myself closer against him. I could feel his arousal through his suit pants, pressing into me but not quite into me. "Come with me, little one," He murmured into my ear, before giving the lobe a tug. I whimpered and nodded, mumbling a breathless "yes" as I took his hand. He led me into his bedroom, before turning me around so my back was to him. He slowly unzipped my dress, the cool air kissing my skin. As it fell to the ground, I looked at him over my shoulder and could see his blue eyes smoldering in the dim light. "You've been a good girl for Daddy today, Lucy. Good girls get rewards," Mark smiled, kissing my bare shoulder. His hands skimmed my waist, grasping my ass cheeks in each hand. I moaned softly as he kneaded my ass, before he pulled me hard against his erection. I felt so hot in my black lace lingerie and heels, grinding my ass back against his hard cock. "What do you want for a reward, Lucy?" He asked me, voice thick with lust. I kept grinding against him, looking over my shoulder into his deep blue eyes. "I want to suck Daddy's cock, please," I told him, biting my bottom lip. I could feel his cock twitch against my ass, pleased with my answer. "Anything for you, baby girl," He grunted, stepping back from me. His hands quickly undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. He unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling out his hard, thick cock. My mouth watered at the sight. He wasn't all the way hard yet, but still bigger than I was accustomed to. I dropped to my knees, my hands going to his thighs as I leaned forward, kissing the head of his cock softly. I looked up at him, sucking his cock into my hot, wet mouth. My tongue swirled around his girth, making him stiffen in my mouth. I moaned, feeling his length grow, hitting the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down eagerly, loving the velvety feel of his cock on my tongue, my pussy dripping in my panties. "Alright baby, that's enough for now," He moaned, running his fingers through my hair. He pulled himself out of my mouth, my lips curling into a pout. He smiled, pulling me to my feet. "No pouting baby girl, let Daddy take care of you," He nudged me onto his bed, kissing me deeply. His tongue invaded my mouth, grinding against my own. I moaned against his lips as he laid me down onto the soft blankets below. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck to my breasts. He tugged at my bra, pulling it down around my waist. Immediately his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue bathed my nipple, making me squirm with desire. His fingers tweaked and pulled at my other nipple, making me gasp and whimper. "Please Daddy," I moaned, my back arching, pushing my breasts into his face. "What is it baby?" He nuzzled my breasts, kissing down my chest to my stomach. "Please, make me cum," I whimpered, feeling my skin heat up, the source coming from my needy cunt. "Should I make you cum like this?" He asked, his fingers rubbing my clit suddenly, making me cry out. He slipped my lace thong down and off, tossing it onto the floor. His fingers pushed into my tight pussy, well lubricated by my hot need. "No Daddy, not like this," I gasped, hips writhing on the bed. No matter how good it felt, I wanted to cum around his thick cock for the first time. He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt agonizingly slowly, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor with my panties. He stripped his pants and boxers off, as well as his dress shoes and socks. He tugged my bra from around my waist and down over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my heels. Leaning down, he gave my pussy a quick lick, making me grasp and tug at the sheets. "Legs up, baby. Hold onto your ankles and pull them down towards you," He murmured, climbing up onto the bed in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around my ankles, tugging them down around my ears. His right hand caressed my ass, his left hand holding onto his thick cock and pumping it slowly. He suddenly slapped my ass cheek sharply, and I cried out, my pussy dripping. He leaned forward, rubbing the head of his dick against my pussy, smearing my wetness. I whimpered, looking up at him with need. He leaned in more, the head pressing against the tight opening of my pussy. I moaned deeply as he began to ease in, feeling my tight pussy stretching over his thickness. Once he was about half way in, he pulled out, making me whimper. A smirk played on his lips as he tweaked my nipples, plunging suddenly into my pussy. I cried out, tightening around his cock. He groaned, pushing deeply into me, bottoming out with his balls against my ass. He began to thrust hard, his head grinding against my g-spot with ever thrust. My tits jiggled in time with each thrust, earning little slaps to my nipples, turning my breasts pink. He stuck his thumb into my mouth and told me, "Suck." I did, my red lips puckering around his digit, my tongue swirling around it as it had his cock. He growled, looking down at me, black heels by my head, his thumb in my mouth and his cock buried in my tight little pussy. Suddenly flipping me over onto my front, he slapped my ass, making me cry out in surprised pleasure. Finding Daddy Ch. 01 "Get on your hands and knees little one, Daddy wants to fuck his baby girl from behind," He moaned, pumping his cock in his fist as I did what he said. His cock slammed deep into me again, pounding my cunt until I was right on the edge. I gasped and squirmed, bucking my hips back against him. "Daddy- Daddy please," I moaned, my head hanging, forehead resting on the bed. He reached around and rubbed my clit as he thrust deep into my pussy, his forehead leaning against my back. "Cum baby. Cum on Daddy's cock," He panted, kissing my back and biting my shoulder. I cried out, fireworks going off behind my eyes as I came hard around his cock. I grunted, his cock pulsing within me as he fired shot after shot of hot, thick cum deep into my twitching cunt. I collapsed on the bed, arms and legs unable to hold me up and longer as the pleasure rushed through my body. He kissed my neck, pulling the blanket up and over me as he pulled my body against his. His chest rose and fell deeply as he caught his breath, kissing me repeatedly on the neck and shoulder. I smiled, my fingers curling around his arm as I drifted off to sleep.