Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
She stops giggling as my fingers work down her front. I take her sweet little tits and roll them in my palms, and her nipples are hard, just right for a little pinch. She leans into me and I pinch them again, sharp enough that she squeaks.
“Dirty girl,” I tell her, and tap her knees. “Let Daddy wash you.”
She raises herself on her arms, her back arched and knees spread without hesitation. Her pussy presents itself above the water, covered in bubbles and rosy pink from the warmth. I lather fresh soap and slip my hand between her thighs, rubbing back and forth, where my fingers catch her clit and slide between her puffy lips. She rocks, and murmurs, eyes tight shut as I soap her.
“Lovely and clean,” I tell her, but she keeps rocking.
“Please, Daddy… that feels so nice…”
“Does my dirty little girl want Daddy to make her come?”
She nods her head. “Please, Daddy…”
I pull my hand away and she groans. “On all fours, be a good girl and I’ll make you come.”
The water sloshes as she twists and rolls over. She raises herself so beautifully, and I change position, stepping to the other end of the bath where her ass is waiting for me. I pick up the moisturiser from the shelf, and squirt some onto my fingers. She spreads her knees as far as they’ll go, and the cheeks of her ass part for me. Her pussy lips drip underneath her, so beautifully puffy. I rub the moisturiser over the tight globes of her ass, and she doesn’t flinch as I part them to find her puckered little asshole. It winks at me, and I know she’s nervous.
“Relax,” I tell her. “Let Daddy wash you.”
She nods, lets out a gasp as I run my fingers across her tight little ring. “Relax,” I repeat, and she tries, her muscles loosening as I rub the cream along her crack. She shifts forward when I squirt a dollop right on target. “Be good,” I warn, and she hitches back.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, and her voice is crackly. Glorious nerves.
“Let Daddy in, sweetheart.” I press my finger to that gorgeous virgin ass, and it’s clenched tight. So fucking tight.
“But I’m… it’s dirty… what if it’s…”
I lower my voice. “Laine, be a good girl, let Daddy in.”
A moment I’ll savour forever. My beautiful girl rocking on her knees as her breath catches in her throat. Hesitant. Divine.
Horny.
Her pussy clenches. Her asshole winks.
And then relaxes.
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy,” she says.
Laine
He’s going to put his fingers in there, and I want it. It feels so dirty but I want it.
Daddy Nick wants to put his fingers in my asshole, just like he put his tongue in there. But his fingers are big.
Not as big as his cock.
I breathe, and make myself relax, and he groans.
He’s horny Daddy Nick again, and if my weight wasn’t on my arms I’d put my fingers back there and touch myself. My clit is tickling, little sparks that make my breath come out raspy.
I feel his finger pressing against my hole, and it feels so hot. He pushes and I make a funny little grunt as I feel it slide in a little way.
“Good girl,” he says, and it makes me feel so warm.
He pushes again, and it feels so weird, squelchy from soap as he wriggles his finger then slides it further, and I feel him, going deeper. It feels like I need the toilet.
I tell him so and he lets out another one of those groans, and I need him to touch my pussy so bad that I can’t stop myself moving.
“Oh yes,” he whispers. “That’s it. Push back for Daddy.”
I ease my hips back and it feels hot, like a poker as it goes deeper. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, and I really do need the toilet.
“Daddy… mmm… I… I need to…”
“No,” he says. “You don’t.”
I gasp as he pushes again, and it hurts, just a bit. He keeps pushing, and I grit my teeth, and then he’s all the way in, I know he is. It doesn’t hurt anymore. He wriggles inside me, and I’m squelching. He presses and wriggles some more and I feel it in my pussy. It aches a fluttery ache.
And I like it.
I really like it.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, and I feel so shy. “How does that feel?”
I don’t know what to say.
“How does it feel, Laine? Tell Daddy.”
He wriggles some more and I am so scared I’m going to poop on his finger that I clench real tight, and that makes the ache in my pussy so much worse.
I moan, and I don’t sound like me at all.
“Tell Daddy, Laine.”
“I… I like it…”
“Tell Daddy how it feels to have his finger in your ass, sweetheart.”