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  "And, young lady, were you shamelessly without panties then, too?"

  "No, daddy. Honest! I had on granny panties, even, because I had my period. That's why—"

  "Nevermind."

  "Oh, no. No neverminds, missy. Finish that sentence."

  I stared at my feet, studied my toes.

  "That's why..." Joey prompted, his hand returning to his belt.

  Taking a deep breath, I forced it out in a rush. "That's why we didn't go any further... 'cause I had my period."

  With that revelation, Joey pulled his belt from its lugs, scooted into the center of the sofa, and took my hand, pulling me onto his lap—face down, bare ass up. My head smooshed into the cushions, muffling my exclamation of protest.

  I turned my head to the side, gasped, and before I could utter a word, the first stinging slap landed on my ass. I knew it was coming, yet it still caught me off guard. Joey was far from playful with his spanking. Good.

  "Daddy! Oh, please don't, Daddy!" I did my best to whimper piteously.

  Smack!

  I felt that one from clit to nipples and back again, certain that even my brown ass would be visibly reddened by it.

  "I promise I'll be good, Daddy! Please!"

  "You..." Smack! "...little..." Smack! "...slut!"

  The tears came then, and I let them. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me. It felt so hot against my stomach. I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Anywhere. Everywhere.

  "Daddy, please! I promi— Ow!"

  "My little girl is going to be no man's slut!"

  The rain of blows continued. They weakened somewhat, their placement varied, but they continued. We were both panting. I was dripping wet, both from my eyes and my pussy. When Joey delivered an upswinging slap and felt that wetness, I heard him growl. The sound of it thrilled me. Primal. Animalistic.

  I braced myself for the next smack, hoping it would land in the same spot. Enough like that, and I'd come just from the spanking. I waited. Nothing.

  "Daddy?" I dared to turn my head enough to see his face.

  His fingers were in his mouth, tasting me, and his eyes were glazed with what can only be described as rapture.

  "Daddy," I whispered, "do you like how I taste?" I tried to keep the smug satisfaction out of my voice, but I'm certain I failed.

  He turned toward me, and his expression shifted back to the fury I'd seen earlier. Joey was as completely immersed in his role as any man I've ever known, and it was a huge turn-on. I hoped I could stay in character and not beg him to fuck me hard with my very next breath.

  Smack! "My baby girl..." Smack! "...is going to be..." Smack! "...no man's slut..." Smack! "...but..." Smack! "...mine!"

  With the last strike of that flurry, he again landed on the upswing. I was wetter than I thought possible. His hand covered with my juices, he smeared it over my ass, soothing the burn.

  "My slut," he cooed repeatedly as he touched me. It was both prayer and promise.

  "Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes!" I squirmed, hoping his fingers would dip into my ass or deeper. His cock twitched beneath me. "I want to be your slut!"

  I felt a flush sweep across my body, a warmth that went beyond arousal. My Daddy wanted me, his little girl. With closed eyes, I saw the crisp, creased slacks, the narrow-brimmed hat, and the gloves... those damned, glorious white gloves running over my skin with such devoted tenderness. The desire beneath the devotion so very thinly concealed by white cotton.

  I moaned. I think out loud. Maybe not. My thoughts were swirling, and reality blended with fantasy to the point where I couldn't distinguish the two.

  "Daddy?"

  He stopped caressing my ass momentarily, and I felt bereft. "Yes, sweetheart?"

  "Would you... I mean... I would really like..."

  His hands resumed their motion, and I lost the ability to speak. My ass and the backs of my thighs still burned, and his hands brought an exquisite reminder.

  I wiggled, trying desperately to get his fingers to penetrate, and mewled a helpless, "Please!"

  "Please what, princess?"

  He, too, failed to conceal a smug satisfaction, although I wasn't certain he even tried. When I opened my mouth to speak, he thrust two fingers into my pussy. I nearly came.

  "Please! Oh my god, please!" I had been about to ask him to put on his white gloves, but I was begging for something entirely different now.

  "Whatever you want, princess. Whatever my little slut princess wants, Daddy will provide."

  I wiggled. I squirmed. I cried. I absolutely had to have my Daddy's cock, but my muscles refused to obey my mind as long as his fingers were inside me.

  When he began to move them, in and out, with excruciating deliberation, I became a babbling, incoherent mess.

  "Plea— Da— Oh— my—" One syllable per exhalation. I couldn't manage more.

  Daddy's thumb was poking at the crack of my ass as he drove his fingers into my pussy, and before my mind knew what my body was doing, I reached back and separated my ass cheeks to allow it better access. I heard him growl his approval.

  "My baby girl wants her ass fucked, does she?" The tip of his thumb rested against my puckered hole. "My princess is such a perfect little slut."

  He teased my ass with his thumb as his fingers continued their assault. I rocked against his hand, my face pressed into the sofa for leverage, my hands still opening my ass for him. I screamed into the cushions, "Harder!" but he couldn't understand me. His cock was so hard against my stomach that it had to be painful for him.

  I felt Daddy lean forward and heard him spit onto his thumb. A split second later, he drove it mercilessly into my ass. I came all over his hand, my orgasm a blinding flash that shattered my world. My pulse no longer emanated from my heart. It came from my pussy.

  "That's my girl," he purred. "Beautiful. My beautiful girl."

  He slowly withdrew his hand and helped me roll onto my back. Still over his lap, my crotch was thrust toward his face, my bra pushed down and my skirt pushed up. My face red, make-up smeared. I must've been quite the sight, yet all I could see in his eyes was a burning adoration. It made me want him all the more.

  Daddy lifted my legs as one and slid from beneath me, lowering them gently onto the sofa as he knelt beside me on the floor. He unbuttoned his slacks, unzipped them, and let them slide from his hips with a sigh of relief. His black boxer briefs stretched tightly over his erection and of its own volition, my hand reached for it.

  "Yes, princess! That's right. Daddy's so hard for you. So hard."

  I was dizzy with the desire to taste him, but he had other plans. Besides, I hadn't yet regained full control of my muscles. I doubted I could even kneel, much less stand.

  He removed his uniform shirt to reveal a ribbed black tank and the most stunning shoulders I'd ever seen. As hard as his cock and sculpted like a marble work of art, pale and proud. I couldn't take my eyes off them.

  When he grabbed my nearest leg and quickly ducked beneath it, I yelped in surprise. Without preamble, Daddy plunged his face into my sopping wet pussy. Only the fact that I'd just come down from an explosive orgasm kept me from coming again on the spot as his hot tongue found my clit. It wouldn't take much, though, to get me back on that peak.

  He ate my pussy with both reverence and enthusiasm, worshipping me with his greedy mouth. Daddy's tongue worked my clit, circling then sucking, as if there was no way he could ever get enough. When he paused for breath, I could understand the words he spoke against my sex.

  "My princess... tastes... so... perfect. My baby... slut.. pussy..."

  I could feel his cock surging, pulsing every time I pushed my hips toward his face.

  "Yes, baby... oh, yes... give me that slutty snatch. Daddy loves eating his little girl's pussy."

  I was rapidly approach that place of incoherence again. That plateau of bliss before the free falling climax.

  "Mmm, Daddy. Your tongue feels so fucking good." I reached across my body with my free hand and grabbed h
is hair. It was barely long enough to grasp, and I pulled his head harder into my crotch. "Eat me, Daddy. Eat your baby girl's hot pussy."

  His cock lurched against my hand—so hot, so hard—and his lips closed around my clit as he sucked it into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirling around it.

  "Yes! Yes, Daddy. I'm gonna come again for you, Daddy!"

  He groaned against me and intensified his efforts, devouring my oasis like a dying man in the desert.

  "Suck me, Daddy!" Looking back, I wonder what his neighbors thought. In the moment, however, I was focused on only one thing.

  I was certain my clit would be deliciously bruised in the morning, that I'd feel the echoes of his mouth with every step.

  Joey paused and looked up at me, the devil in his blue eyes. "Give me your come, princess, and I'll give you my cock." With that, he dove back into his feast.

  I realized then that I'd had a death grip on that cock all the while. Not moving. Not jacking him. Just holding it. Tightly. Feeling its pulses.

  Daddy added his fingers, and that was all it took. This orgasm grew slowly compared to the last, like an avalanche of ecstasy, and he gorged himself on it.

  "My god, yes, baby. Come for me!"

  I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. "Daddy—", I screamed, dragging out the letter until it sounded like a banshee howl.

  Joey sat back on his heels and swiped the back of his hand across his face, looking hungrier than I thought possible. I fought to master my body, to bring it back under my control. I had plans for it, after all, that did not include being a Jell-O impersonator on the sofa.

  "Did you like my pussy, Daddy?" I put as much sugar as I could muster into the question.

  His eyes flashed in response.

  "Good, because now it's my turn." I stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. "It's time for me to show you what a wanton slut your little princess can be."

  I dropped to my knees, both hands surrounding his rigid cock like I was trying to pray. Peeling his briefs down his muscular thighs, I rested my face against him, marveling at his heat. His cock was worthy of worship. Long and solid, just like the rest of him.

  Joey's fingers wove through my hair, and he surrendered to my mouth. "Suck my cock, little slut. Suck Daddy's cock like a dirty slut."

  As if I needed any encouragement! I drew him into my mouth, cupping his heavy balls in one hand and grabbing is ass with the other. I felt his head at the back of my throat, and my nose was still inches from his groin. Taking all of him was going to be a challenge, but one I was certain I could achieve.

  I pulled back just enough to look up at him to coo, "Mmm, Daddy! I love your cock."

  In response, he pushed it back into my mouth. "Such a perfect little slut for me. Take it," he urged. "Take it all, slut."

  I was only too happy to oblige, going down on his cock like it was made for my throat. And it really was! Every so often, I'd divert my attention to his balls, licking, sucking them into my mouth and tonguing them. It gave me time to catch my breath as well as prolonging his sweet torture as long as possible.

  He held out far longer than I thought he would, which boded well for the fucking that was undoubtedly in our future, but he got quiet. His steady stream of raunchy instructions trailed off as his focus shifted to his pending orgasm, as if it took all his energy to keep from coming too soon.

  Having a mouth full of him, I could only say so much, but I certainly let him know how much I was loving his cock. Loving how it felt in my mouth, how wet he was making me, how much I wanted his cum, and how I was going to swallow every drop.

  "Come in my mouth, Daddy," I pleaded when I sensed he was near the edge. "Please!"

  His balls tightened, and I felt his shaft spasm moments before he shot his load. I caught the first pulse in my mouth, then pulled back to let him watch the rest land on my face.

  "That's my girl," he said when he had the presence of mind to again speak. "Have you learned your lesson?"

  I smiled up at him from my knees. "Your little slut is ready for anything you want to teach her, Daddy."

  To be continued...

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