Taste me, Daddy

Chapter 4

A hot asshole.

"On your stomach, Maya." he commands and pats his thighs like he used to when I was little and he was inviting me to sit on his lap for another one of his far-away-land stories: except now, it wasn't to tell me a story. "That's already twice that I've said it. You were disrespectfully off in la la land the first time. If there's a third time, I'll skip to twenty-five, Maya.” he warns as he watches my face through narrowed eyes.

I swallow hard, then hurry to comply; I step forward and glance down at his thick thighs. I lick my lips, my stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies as I sit on the sofa beside him; I watch him scoot his hips all the way back to make more room for me on his lap, then I lick my lips once more and lean to my left to drape my body over his lap. I adjust myself until my stomach is on his thighs instead of squishing my boobs between us, then I scoot backward until my left hip is pressed firmly against his tight abdomen; my eyes widen when I feel myself growing wetter and I am positively horrified by that reaction.

I gasp when my Father reaches for the tight-fitting hem of my skirt: it won't budge. "Off." he barks, then practically shoves me off of his lap.

I land hard on my knees, but the floor is carpeted. I quickly rise to my feet, my face turning blood red as I reach for the rear zipper on my pleather mini skirt. I wish that I hadn't worn the g string now, thinking that I was going to fuck my boyfriend at Shayenne's house last night only for him to pull a no- show. I blush even worse as I slide the skirt to the floor and step out of it: I know that my dampening pussy is covered by the black crotch, but the instant that I lay on my Father's lap? Full ass flashing and, Lord, if he can smell my arousal.

"Twenty five, then?" he growls in warning. I shake my head, then hurry to place myself back on his lap as I was before.

"What the fuck are you wearing?!" he growls and grabs the tiny string at the top, near my lower back; he raises it, pulls at the string until it pops from between my plump ass cheeks. “What the fuck kind of whore panties are these?!" he demands as he pulls it even higher as if that will show him the thin straps clearer. "Who bought you this...this...ass floss?!"

I blush worse and struggle to breathe: the way he's pulling it has the front of the cloth pressing against the pulsing bundle of nerves at the top of my femininity and I'm getting even more aroused, even more wet between my legs. "I...I bought them with birthday money..." I confess because I know that he was waiting for an answer. "I thought they were sexier than the cotton briefs that I used to wear. More grown up..." I admit quietly.

His left hand grips my chin and he turns me to look up at him awkwardly. "Sexy for whom?" My eyes widen with fear. "M-m-myself, Daddy.” I stutter nervously. “Don't lie to me, little girl!" he warns through narrowed eyes.

"I swear, Daddy!" I cry out, then I gasp when he releases his grip with both hands a second before his right hand crashes down to my right ass cheek: the slap of his palm to my bare flesh echoes like thunder in the quiet house a brief moment before the sting burns along my nerve endings to register as pain in my brain. I struggle to take my next breath, lay my palms flatly on the couch cushion above my head. Now I know that he's pissed because that spank really hurt, I know that they will ALL hurt like that or worse, and brace myself for the next slap.

"Who is he, Maya?” he demands as the second, third, fourth, and fifth spanks rain down.

I almost say him because that's that truth. I bought a shit-ton of thongs and g strings the very same day that he had spanked the adult me. I bought them hoping for another day like that, like today. Can I say that to him? Can I tell him that I bought them hoping that he would see and have access to the ass that now craves his hand against it as roughly as he's touching me now?

I gasp and close my eyes, the stinging in my ass hot while my clit pulses wildly: I squeeze my legs tighter together in the hopes of giving some much needed attention to my now needy clit. "There's nobody, Daddy. I swear!" I whisper, then gasp when I feel the next five spanks in quick succession, but on alternating cheeks. I shiver, my pussy blooming beneath the tiny triangle of cloth covering it; I've never been so wet or ashamed of myself. “I'm a virgin!"

"Don't—" spank. "—you—" spank. "—lie—" spank. "—to—" spank. "—mel!" spank.

I moan and I moan quite loudly: I don't mean to, but I do it. I've always been sexually curious, but only got horny enough to start masturbating in the shower during my Father's Veteran's meetings Saturday nights a week or so after my eighteenth birthday. I was going to give my virginity to my boyfriend at Shayenne's party last night. but he pulled that no show and that was why I had gotten shitfaced.

Now it's my Daddy that's got my pussy cozing with need That's so wrong. That's disgusting!

Yet...I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life for him. "I swear it, Daddy...I swear!" I cry out, then gasp when he rains the final five slaps of my twenty- spank punishment down on the lower curve of my ass where it meets my thighs. I close my eyes as pleasure makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting along my skin, again: I feel my nipples stiffening inside my now scratchy lace bra. I could cum at the slightest touch to my clit right then!

"Then who is this for?!" he demands and, once again, yanks the g string roughly. The cloth scrapes across my clit and I'm done; I gasp, close my eyes, and cum.

"What the fuck?!" he demands when he feels me shaking against him; his hand releases the thong, but I can't see his reaction because my eyes are closed as I relish the pleasure of my orgasm. "Maya..." he whispers above me and then I feel it; Daddy's cock is hard inside of his jeans and it's flexing against the smoothness of my flat tummy. "Off."

I lick my lips, my body still shivering, and try to push myself off of his lap; I manage to weakly shove myself backward, arto my knees, but I'm too weaktovstand. I open my eyes and glanée at my Father to i deternajne how much trouble I'pvin. find him staring down at his jeans, then I follow his gaze to the wet spot darkening his right pant leg, and blush to the roots of my hair. "I'm so sorry, Daddy..." I whisper in horror at the proof of my arousal, wet and obvious; my ass stinks as I sit back on my bare feet, the skin hot against the chilled skin of my heels.

“You enjoyed that..." he states accusingly, his eyes snapping to my face.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I swallow nervously as my ice blue eyes, the same colored eyes as his, lock with his shocked gaze. "I... didn't mean to.” I stutter with another blush, then glance away from him in shame. "I'm so sorry, Daddy! Please don't be mad at me!” I plead emotionally and then glance up to lock gazes with him, again. "Please, Daddy..."

“Your Mother used to love being spanked...” he whispers randomly, his gaze returning to the wet spot on his thigh. He licks his lips, then reaches to touch the darkened denim: he caresses the spot, gathers a bit of the wet on his index and ring fingers then rubs his thumb through it. "She doesn't even like sex, anymore, but here is my slut daughter cumming all over her Father's thigh; having an orgasm from being punished instead of paying penance...”

"I'm not a slut, Daddy..." I reply with a pout. "I'm a virgin. I swear." He gazes me for a long and silent moment, stares deeply into my eyes I don't break eye contact because I know I'm being tested.

"Off..." he says softly, his eyes still locked with mine. "Show me.”

My eyes widen, but it only takes me a second to rise up onto my knees. Inside, deep inside myself, I am appalled by w what lam being asked to do andthe fact that I'm complying so easily but outside? Oh, man, doI fucking, want this! I quickly slidemy rightiég off of the sofa until ay right foat- touches the floor and then I'm standing. I take ip between my teeth, my eyes still ocked with his, then I tuck my thumbs into the waist of my g string. blush terribly, my ass stinging, but I shove the panties to the floor and turn toward my Father.

"Here..." he says and pats his thighs.

I lick my lips nervously, but immediately move to comply. I kneel onto my left knee, then lift my right leg over his legs and straddle his thighs like a I Cowgirl on her horse. I wince in pam Ky when my spanked ass touches fis jeans and instantly rise back tomy knees, but his warning

g arehas me sitting right back. ‘down despite the pain. I watch risgare drop down to my shaved pussy, I started shaving it when I bought myself sexier panties, the day after I turned eighteen. I liked the way my plump pussy lips looked in the panties better than the hairy bush peeking around the cloth. I watch my Father's head tilt as he examines my untouched little cunt, the clit red and swollen as it pokes through my cum-glistening nether lips.

"A virgin, huh?" he scoffs and shakes his head. "With a shaved pussy? Unlikely.”

"I swear, Daddy..." I whisper, my eyes dropping to my hairless mound. I bravely reach my left hand down to his right wrist and place his fingertips at my needy little femininity. "Check." I tell him softly and push his fingers between my moist labia. I shiver when his index finger bumps that beautifully torturous bundle of nerves I usually rub until I burst. "Go ahead. Check." I insist breathlessly, my clit throbbing beneath the heated touch of his skin against it.

Daddy licks his lips and yanks his wrist out of my hand, but immediately places his index finger right back between my cunt lips. “Adjust.” he commands, his left hand grabbing my right hip to turn me. He waits until my channel is lined up at a better angle for him, then his finger slides through my wetness toward my untouched hole.

I gasp, moan, then force myself to be still; I chant the order of "DON'T CUM!" to myself.

His finger finds my tight hole and nudges forward; his finger tip slides in. “Spread.” he growls. then he waits for me to comply a second before he's got his finger second-knuckle-deep inside my drenched heat. "FUCK!" he hisses when his fingertip comes up against that thick scrap of extra skin deep inside me; he ignores my whimpers as he feels around inside me, his palm bumping my clit as he moves his hand around to rotate his finger inside me.

My hips move all on their own; I don’t mean for them to, but it happens. Daddy glances up at me and purposefully pushes his palm to my clit, his finger still in me.

I gasp, my hands moving to his shoulders, and then I’m grinding against his palm; I whimper because the finger inside me hurts a bit. I'm too tight around it, the muscles clenching at the intrusion and trying to push it out; but his palm on my clit, the warm flesh of his hand instead of my own fingers? Pure. Fucking. Heaven. I grind and wince, my orgasm approaching.