The day I met Daddy was the first time Lily had invited me to her house.
I had never been in this neighbourhood before. This was where the very rich people lived, up on the hills overlooking the valley.
It was so different from where I had grown up. My neighbourhood consisted mostly of old apartment buildings, small shops and a playground.
That playground was home to me when I was a small child. I always wanted to go there, climb, run, swing, watch the world upside down, while hanging from a bar.
I was devoted to that playground.
Mom and I lived in a small apartment building just across that playground. Most of the time mom’s latest girl friend would live with us. They usually didn’t last more than a year.
Mom’s relationships always started out as if she had found the best thing since sliced bread. After a few weeks, in some cases a few months the irritations would grow and it always ended in catfights, at which point the girl friend would leave, bruises and all.
Our apartment was sober, and mom made sure we kept it that way. She didn’t have a lot of money, but it was also something ideological. Mom hated consumerism.
Lily’s place was up in the hills. You could smell flowers in the air. You could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. No traffic, no city fumes, just quiet and splendour.
The house was huge with more bathrooms than I had pairs of socks, a backyard overlooking the valley, with a huge infinity pool.
I was awestruck when I entered that place. Everything oozed elegance, beauty, luxury and quiet comfort.
I was so deeply jealous.
I became even more jealous when I saw Lily’s daddy.
He was easily the most handsome man I had ever met, but most of all he looked the most confident man I had ever met.
He embraced Lily and she vanished in his arms.
I never had anything like that. It had always been just mom and me, with the ever-changing parade of girl friends. I don’t even know how I got into this world. The idea that mom would have sex with a man seemed out of this world, but IVF didn’t seem something she would choose either. Mom wouldn’t tell me and after she had gotten furious at me for asking about it for the umpteenth time, I gave up asking. I was nine years old at the time.
Lily had a daddy, and she would talk about him all the time.
Seeing him in the wild, I could imagine why.
I was awkwardly shy around him at first and looked at the floor while he shook my hand.
The three other girls that were also invited had been here before and were less awkward greeting Lily’s daddy, although they too did squirm a little.
We spend the afternoon mostly by the swimming pool.
Lily’s daddy made us food and brought us drinks. He’d usually stay for a few minutes to chat with us, to then go back into the house.
This was supposed to be a sleepover party, one of the last times we would all be together. We had graduated from high school earlier that summer and Lily would be off to college in a few weeks and so would the other three girls.
I had no such plans. My scores were not the best in the world. I could just not be bothered. I knew what Paris looked like from pictures and movies and I would love to go there, but who gives a fuck knowing what country it is in. I knew enough of the world that I didn’t want to be bothered by it.
When Lily and the girls went to bed, I told them I’d stay behind a little longer. I just wanted to sit there next to the pool overlooking the valley. There was a wooden bench in the far corner of the yard, and I sat down on the edge of it. I fetched a joint from my purse, that I had brought for the occasion.
I had intended to share it with Lily and her friends, but somehow it never got to that.
I was glad. It felt so good to sit there in the quiet of the night, getting lightheaded with the sound of cicadas in my ears.
I was fully emersed in the sensations when I fell a hand stroking my arm.
Lily’s daddy sat beside me and said in his soft but deep voice: “You’ve found my favourite spot”.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even look back, all I could do was smile and feel.
With Lily’s daddy’s presence there was even more to feel. Especially his hands.
“It’s beautiful out here at night, isn’t it”, he said, while he gently took the joint from my fingers and took a puff himself. When he put the joint back in my mouth, his fingers briefly touched my lips.
He’s so deliberate and I knew it in that moment. I couldn’t resist him. I didn’t want to resist him.
Lily’s daddy stroked my hair and told me how pretty I was.
It was such music to my ears. I had craved this all my life, a daddy that would stroke my hair and tell me I am pretty.
This daddy clearly had unfatherly intensions when he laid his hands on my belly and started stroking my skin.
I had on a crop top, so my skin was already exposed.
His hands felt so good.
I didn’t even flinch when a hand slid inside my Daisy Duke’s. All the while he kept soothing me with that voice of his.
“You love it here, don’t you, Mia?”, he said, as a finger lightly touched the hood of my clit.
“You wish you could stay here forever, don’t you?”, he continued.
I nodded sheepishly.
His fingers got exceedingly more intrusive and it made me all wet and warm.
With his other hand he played with my nipples, which sent electric jolts to my cunt.
It was all so exciting and yet it felt so safe at the same time.
He knew what he was doing and all I wanted was to comply.
When an orgasm started to build, Lily’s daddy said: “Cum for me, you little whore, cum for Daddy”.
And I did.
I trembled on his fingers, so powerless, so vulnerable.
Over the years I had brought myself to many orgasms, alone in bed at night, but it was always predictable. It was always me being in control. Even with boys my own age, I was always in control, but I was powerless to the hands of Lily’s daddy.
That he had called me a little whore should have stung, but it didn’t. In fact, it felt comforting. I was doing something right in his eyes.
He kept rubbing my clit and soon another orgasm crashed through my body and another and another. Each time he told me to cum for him, to cum for Daddy.
I eagerly complied.
When he finally stopped, he brought his fingers to my mouth and let me taste my own cunt juices.
I turned around and for the first time looked him straight in the eye.
I said: “Are you going to fuck me Daddy?”
He smiled and kissed me, then said: “No sweetie, I won’t fuck you yet. I want you to be ready before we do that”.
He then proceeded kissing me. His hands kept touching my body and I melted in that touch.
He kissed me and held me for the longest time. Then he took me by the hand into the house.
I didn’t stay that night. Daddy got me in the car and took me home. The ride was quiet, no words were spoken, but he was teasingly running the nails of his hand over the inside of my thighs.
Daddy knows how to caress a girl.
As he dropped me off, we exchanged phone numbers. He’d call me in two days time.
The next two days I spent in fear. Fear of him calling me and fear of him not calling me. I was so utterly confused. In his arms everything felt so right, but here in my own environment it felt so remote. I felt so alone.
I couldn’t talk to mom. She wouldn’t understand and she certainly wouldn’t approve. I couldn’t talk to Lily either and that hurt.
As promised Daddy called two days later, and we arranged I’d come to his house that evening. A taxi would pick me up.
He warned me that Lily wouldn’t be there, that it would be just him and me.
I smiled.
The next couple of hours I tried picking the right clothes. Although I had little money, I was quite proud of my wardrobe.
All my life I had wanted to be pretty. It’s all I ever wanted to be.
Mom hated this about me, called me superficial.
To her, clothes were strictly functional and looking pretty a sign of weakness, only there to please a man.
Pleasing a man was wrong in her eyes. To me it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to please Daddy, to look pretty for him.
Most of my clothes were suitable for school, not for a date with a man like Daddy. All were pretty or cute. Nothing was really all that sexy.
I did have one crown jewel in my wardrobe, a vintage white mini dress. I had bought it second hand more than a year ago and had never had an opportunity to wear it. Yet I was so proud of my possession. It was easily the classiest item I owned, and the original price tag was way, way, way above my means. I had even found a pair of white high heel sandals to go with it.
White looks good on me. It contrasts with the tone of my skin.
I am naturally tan, which makes white really pop.
To complete my outfit, I put on a pair of baby pink see-through panties.
I spent the rest of the time fixing my hair, refixing it, fixing it once more, until the taxi arrived.
When Daddy opened the door, he smiled when he looked at me and said: “You look really pretty for me, Mia”.
He took me by the hand and led me to the patio.
He sat down in a chair and motioned me to sit on his leg.
He kissed me tenderly as he hitched up my dress and spread my legs.
He pulled my panties down and said: “Panties only look good around a girl’s ancles, wouldn’t you agree?”
I buried my head in his neck as has hands started touching my thighs.
“I have a proposition for you”, Daddy said, his hands creeping closer to my crotch.
“Now that Lily is moving out, this house will be too empty for me.”, he said: “I love this place, but it needs someone I can take care of. I want you to be that someone I take care of.”
Daddy poured a glass of white wine as he paused for a moment. His fingers had already worked their way to my clit.
“You are nice and wet for me baby”, he whispered, “you are perfect for me”.
He took a sip of his wine, brought his lips to my mouth and let the fluid run into my mouth. All the while his fingers kept rubbing my clit, sliding in and out of my cunt. I was soaking wet, my legs spread wide, fully exposed to his view.
“I want to take care of you, Mia”, Daddy continued: “I want you to live here and let me worry about everything else in this world. I’ll feed you. I’ll wash you. I’ll clothe you. I’ll take you places.”
He looked me in the eye when he said this. I could only nod, while I felt an orgasm build.
“I want to take every single worry you have away and make it my worry”, he said.
He again paused, his finger increasing their intensity.
“I don’t do this out of the goodness of my heart. I want something from you in return”, he said.
He stared right into my soul as I was panting and moaning on his leg.
“I want you to be my whore, Mia. I want you to live here with me, so I can fuck you any time I want to, so I can get hard in that pretty little mouth of yours, so I can blast my load in that cute little ass of yours. Now cum for me baby, cum for Daddy”.
And I just did. I was shuddering, tears started running down my cheeks, and Daddy kept me going from one orgasm to another and each time I came he told me to cum for him, to cum for Daddy.
“I want to be your whore, Daddy”, I screamed in the midst of it all.
“Shhh... I don’t want you to tell me now. I want you to tell me if you accept my proposal some time tomorrow. I want you to think about what you agree to”.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”, I asked.
“No sweetie. If I am going to fuck you, it’ll be when you have decided to become my whore. Our first time will not be making love. I will fuck you in the ass. I will own your ass. I will cum over your face and call you a good little whore. Until you are ready for that, I will not fuck you”.
Daddy had stopped fingering my cunt and was now soothingly rubbing my thighs. My breath returned to normal and even my brain made attempts in that direction.
“Can I at least suck your cock, Daddy?”, I asked: “I’d like to have a taste of your care, before I agree”.
Daddy snickered.
“I like you Mia, I really do. Now before you take your sample, I want to be clear to you. I like when you take initiative. In fact, I want you to be so needy for my cock that you beg for it. I see the neediness you have inside and I want it. I also want you to be completely obedient to me. Learn to never second guess me. Remember I’ll take care of you. I will not order you around, that’s not something I enjoy, but when I tell you to spread your legs, I want you to just do it.”
I just nodded and started to unbutton his pants.
I felt so at place on my knees in front of him. This is what I was made for.
I fished his cock out of his pants and smiled.
“It’s nice and big, Daddy”, I said and I meant every word of it.
Daddy’s cock is quite long and slender. It’s also really slick, straight and rigid.
I maintained eye contact while I started licking his cock. He wanted begging. I was going to give him begging. My eyes were begging him for his cum. I wanted it. I needed it.
I put his cock in my mouth and started bobbing on it. He soon hit the back of my throat, and I had to gag.
I kept at it.
Daddy wanted a dedicated whore; he was going to get a dedicated whore.
For the longest time I had thought my man would be the one whose cock would just barely fit down my throat. I could never be the woman who can’t take her man’s cock down her throat, and I could never be the woman who takes it too easily.
I had been a whore in waiting for a while now. I just needed someone to want that from me.
I was so lucky to have found Daddy.
I pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I had to grab his ass and pull him towards me to get the pressure I needed to have him slid completely down my throat.
I was gagging and heaving, but I managed to get him all the way in, my nose resting against the hairs on his belly.
As I came up for air, a large glob of slime hung from the tip of his cock to my chin.
Daddy smeared the slime all over my face. He likes it nasty.
With my lungs full of air again, I continued taking him down my throat. It was still difficult to get him all the way down. I still had to gag, but I pushed through with tears running from my eyes. I wanted him inside me so much. I needed to feel his hard cock in me, and if it couldn’t be my ass or my cunt, it’d have to be my throat.
Each time I kept him inside until I needed to breathe and each time more slime would come out.
Finally, Daddy took his cock out of my mouth, rubbed it a few times and came over my face, his cum mixing with the slime and my tears.
I was such a dishevelled mess.
“You look delicious”, Daddy said: “Will you now please make yourself cum before me”.
I was so eager to be obedient to him, I quickly moved my fingers to my clit and vigorously started rubbing it.
With my mouth wide open, sperm, tears and slime running down my face, I melted in his eyes as I brought myself in no time to a massive orgasm.
“I am your whore, Daddy. I don’t need another day to answer your proposal.”, I panted.
Daddy took me in his arms and held me tight for the longest time. I vanished in his embrace, and I cried like a little baby.
Sitting in his lap, I pressed my face against his shoulder, while I cried and cried, snot running from my nose.
Daddy just held me without a word, but I could feel the glow of his body against mine and it warmed me, it fed me and my fingers found my clit again. I rubbed it and rubbed it while I was hysterically crying in Daddy’s lap.
Despite all my tears I wanted to cum for Daddy, I needed to cum for Daddy.
And I did.
I cried and came and cried and came until I was nothing but a shivering puddle in Daddy’s arms.
When I had finally calmed down, he picked me up, took me to the master bathroom, undressed me, put me under the shower and washed me.
Daddy was gentle and soft, but also rigorous. No crease or fold was left untouched, while his slippery soapy hands slid all over my body.
He was particularly meticulous with my ass, which felt really great. No one but myself had ever touched me there as far as I could remember, and it felt good. It felt like he owned me.
He pushed a metal shower extension against my sphincter. It sprayed warm water, which felt so nice and tickling. I yielded and the probe slowly sank into my ass.
Daddy was simultaneously fingering my still easily excitable cunt.
Water was building up my ass, while an orgasm was building up in my cunt.
Daddy pulled out the probe and water splashed out of my ass. He then pushed it back in.
Oh, was I going to enjoy being his anal whore. I knew it then and there.
By the third time Daddy pushed it back in, I came as the probe slowly slid inside me. I love the feeling of being entered. I do to this day.
When I was thoroughly cleaned, daddy dried me with the softest towels I had ever experienced.
He left for a moment to get into the master bedroom and returned with a gift.
It was a sleek metal butt plug with a heart-shaped jewel at the end.
Daddy lubed my ass and then pushed the butt plug in.
“I want you to get used to this”, he said as he put my clothes back on, even my baby pink panties.
He took my hand and told me he was going to take me home now.
I followed him to his car and had him in my mouth before we left the driveway.