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May 12, 2009

Daddy’s Girl – Parts 1&2

The room was dark except for a single purple bulb that gave the room a mysterious glow. Bruised black leather sofas lined the blood red walls. Electric tape used as makeshift patches for rips and tears. The floor was a mix of mitch-match tiles. There were no windows, just a single door painted black. Strange mechanisms hung from the ceiling and walls. I tried not to contemplate what they were. I felt uncomfortable in what I was wearing.  She told me what she wanted me to see me in and warned there would be consequences if I did not comply. She gave me $60 and told me to be a good girl and get something she would like, and to get my pussy waxed. I was instructed to wait for her in the room. She inculcated that I was not to leave the room for any reason, or again, there would be consequences. So I sat there on the edge of the sofa closest to the door in my braless and crotchless ensemble nervously fiddling with the key to my locker. I was told to stand and wait for her. I stood for the first half hour, but my feet began to ache and I made the decision to sit for a bit risking the punishment. She didn’t want me to wear anything less than four inch stilettos. She said nasty girls liked to get fucked wearing heels, and that I was going to be her nasty girl. I knew I would be penalized if my attire did not meet her requirements. It had been over forty-five minutes and I wondered if I should open the door and investigate. I decided not to as I recalled her instructions not to open the door under any circumstances. I was massaging my feet when I heard footsteps approaching. I fumbled with my shoes and attempted to get them back on so she would find me standing obediently as per her instruction. I was only able to get one on.  The door opened as I was shoving my foot into the other. I stood up quickly as she entered. Unsure of where to put my hands, I clasped them behind my back. I looked to the floor. She demanded my attention. I forced myself to look directly into her eyes and hold my gaze. Her locs were pulled back. She was dressed simply in black combat boots, black jeans and a white tank revealing her masculine tatted arms. She grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me over to one of the other sofas. Her grip was firm and forceful. She sat and positioned me in front of her. She inspected the garment, felt the firmness of my exposed breast and asked, “Is this the best you could find?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you would like it,” I replied.

“Tell me, why you were sitting?”

“My feet started to hurt so I –”

“Didn’t I tell you there would be consequences for non compliance,” she interrupted.

“Yes.” My stomach began to feel unsettled. She pulled me down to my knees and placed me over her lap. It happened so fast. I was surprised and strangely turned on by my position and her aggressiveness.   She rubbed my bare bottom and I fought the urge to cock my ass up.  I could feel the bulge in her pants pressing into my stomach.  My juices quickly began to seep from my pussy.


I flinched each time she hit me.  I squirmed in agony, but with the strength in one arm she kept my body in check.  I cried out, “Please stop, no more!”   I felt the tears escape  my clenched eyes.  After what seemed like an eternity, she paused.  She rubbed my sore cheeks, running her fingers over the raised fleshy outlines of her hand.  She eased her way to my pussy and slipped her fingers between my lips, releasing a pool of my juices.  I whimpered as her fingers grazed my clit.  She withdrew her hand and told me to stand.  I rose in front of her.  My mascara had bled onto my cheeks and my inner things glistened from the trickling juices.

“Look at you,” she said.  “You’re a mess.”

“I’m sorry,” I said pushing my disheveled hair away from my face.

“Do you see what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?”

“Yes,” I answered, sniffling and still nervously fixing my hair.

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl.”

She took me by the hand and led me to the center of the room.  She ventured into a dark corner and reappeared with a chair which she placed behind me.  “Sit,” she ordered.  I obliged.  She walked across the room and faced me.  Her hands sunk deep into her pockets.  Her eyes were luminous.  Her square shoulders and toned physique exuded masculinity.  Her cocoa skin and almond eyes made her seem as edible as a candy bar.  Her forbidding eyes seared into me.  My heartbeat fastened as our scorching gaze intensified.  “Spread your legs.”  I hesitated for a moment but quickly parted them.  Again, unsure of where to put my hands I rested them on the seat between my legs.  “Move your hands so I can see your pussy,” she said in a soft but firm tone, her voice like velvet.  I rested my hands on my thighs.  “Good girl,” she said pleased with my obedience.  “Touch yourself,” she demanded.  My hands began to tremble.  My pussy felt open and eager to be caressed. I slid my hand to my throbbing center.  My fingers circled my clit and became immersed in my nectar.  She licked her lips and I imagined the warmth of her tongue replacing my fingers.  I could feel her energy from across the room.  I slid my ass to the edge of the seat.  Our eyes still locked, I rocked my waist as my fingers moved swiftly causing my clit to become swollen with pleasure.  I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I felt the warmth within me begin to surface.  She ordered me to keep my eyes fixed on her.  My waist began to move erratically, almost involuntarily.  My fingers still massaged my clit vigorously.  I let my head fall back in surrender.  “Stop,” she said abruptly.  My face flushed with anger.  I looked at her in confusion as she made her way over to me.  She reached into her pocket and revealed a blindfold which she placed over my eyes.  I felt her leave my side, then heard the distinct sound of metal clanking.  A lump formed in my throat and my stomach contracted to a tight ball…

May 9, 2009


I stood in the corner of the dimly lit club dancing with my half empty cup raised slightly in the air. I could feel the vibrations of the bass coming from the speakers. As usual, my ankles got that warm sensation mid way through my drink. Not just any drink though, something nice like a red devil. That drink did it every time. There was something magical about liquor that made me aware of my clit. I could only think of how good it would feel at that moment to be between some soft sexy thighs, sweet smelling pussy just inches away from my face. Why did I even allow those thoughts in my head? I was at the club solo and felt like a kid in a candy store. Suddenly, I caught a quick glimpse of something stunning in the crowd that almost caused me to drop my drink. I tried desperately not to lose sight of her, but the club was packed and just as quickly as I found her, I had lost her. I played it cool and within the next few seconds, we made eye contact. She was so damn sexy and she could tell I was watching her. I moved slowly to the music, my eyes fixated on her. I took the last sip of my drink, put the straw in my mouth and let the cup fall to the floor. Although she was already dancing, now she was dancing for me. She had an olive complexion that was enhanced by what looked like a fresh tan, thick curly hair, pretty full lips…very exotic. She wore black leather stiletto boots, lowrise skinny jeans and a wife beater tied in a knot in the back revealing her midriff. In my mind I had already gone over there, grabbed her, and ripped off her clothes. In reality, I was frozen, stunned by her sex appeal. She began dancing her way over to me, my anticipation built with every seductive step she took. Within a few seconds, she was in front of me. I was chewing on that damn straw like it was a fresh piece of gum bursting with flavor. She gave me a devilish grin, her tongue creeping out of the corner of her lips. I hadn’t thought it possible for someone to be so sexy. Her scent was intoxicatingly sweet, like strawberries and champagne. Everything else around us seemed to be moving in slow motion now. She put one hand on my waist and began dancing a tantalizing dance. I looked down at the small space between us, and bit my bottom lip. I could feel myself breathing hard as I watched her pussy moving inches away from mine. I hadn’t felt an intense attraction like this in longer than I cared to remember. Just a few moments ago I was standing by myself contemplating leaving, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me, we moved together and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every sensual movement. We were so close now that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my cheek. For a minute I forgot where we were, or that there were even people dancing around us. I held onto her waist and backed us against the wall in the corner. I slid my hands down on her ass and pushed her onto me. We were still moving to the music, but in a much more sexual way now. She whined her waist and rubbed her pussy on my thigh to the beat of the music. I wanted to pull her jeans down, get on my knees and bury my face between her legs right there, but was yanked out of my fantasy as she began whispering in my ear, “You’re turning me on so much right now…you’re so fuckin sexy.” The sound of her voice sent chills down my spine. She sounded sexier than I had imagined. She held the side of my face, and with her thumb, she traced the outline of my lips. I ran my hands slowly up the sides of her waist until my thumbs were at her breast. She placed her hands on top of mine and assisted me in caressing them. Her skin felt like silk. I felt as though I was reaching my limit. I was very close to not caring that we were in a club. I wanted to get my mouth wet. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it didn’t seem real. I felt like I was about to explode. I touched her breast and made little circles around her nipples with my thumb, they were hard and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to lift up her shirt and gently suck on her nipples that I was sure were as pretty as I pictured them in my head. Her eyes were small now and I could tell she wanted it too. She was biting her bottom lip and had found her way under my shirt. She squeezed my back, almost begging me to just do whatever I wanted with her. Without any warning whatsoever, she leaned in and began teasing my lips with her tongue, sucking on my bottom lip, then the top one before pulling away leaving my mouth open wanting more. Her hands disappeared for a moment, but I hadn’t even realized it until they reappeared as she grabbed my hand and began guiding it to her open pants. “Damn!” is all I could come up with, I was speechless. I didn’t even know this girls name, but even worse, I really didn’t care. My mouth was watering for her pussy. I swore I could almost taste it. Finally, my hand was inside her pants, and what felt like lace panties. With my thumb I began rubbing her clit in a slow circular motion; she let her head fall back and held me tight. Her clit was immersed in her juices, engorged and throbbing. I inserted a finger inside of her and she let out a soft moan. She moved her waist and fucked my finger, still to the music. I inserted another finger and she stared at me, her eyes small, and moaned louder than before. I moved my fingers deep inside her, still rubbing her clit with my thumb. I leaned my head back on the wall and closed my eyes. I imagined us in my bed, my face deep in her pussy not letting one drop of her reach the bed. I wanted her so bad I could taste it; I licked my lips and fantasized about her sitting on my face. I eased my other hand under her shirt. She was braless, her breast felt soft and supple, her nipples hard and suckable. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her shirt up a bit revealing her breast and without hesitation, began massaging her perfect brown nipples with my warm tongue. I twirled my tongue around them, still rubbing and fingering her wet pussy. She whispered in my ear, “I wanna feel you on top of me. I wanna spread my legs wide for you.”  With that I could feel her pussy begin to tighten around my fingers. She grabbed handfuls of my shirt and squeezed me tight. Her body felt limp, I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her tightly, still vigorously playing with her warm, wet pussy. She moaned and licked her lips as her pussy gripped my fingers tighter. She buried her face in my neck and wrapped her arms around me, still fucking my hand, moaning and making sounds only I had the pleasure of hearing. And just like that, right there in the corner of the crowded night club, she came, all over my fingers. She took a small step back and I removed my hand from her pants. I raised my hand to my mouth, and sucked each of my soaked fingers individually. She liked that. She adjusted her shirt and leaned in for a kiss. Before I could even ask her name, she began walking backwards buttoning her jeans. I reached out to her, but she didn’t come back and just like that, she disappeared into the crowd. I returned to the same club in the weeks that followed, but never did see her again. I still fantasize about seeing her and taking our passion beyond the club to the bedroom, but unfortunately, she remains just a memory…an unforgettable memory.