Author's Note: Everyone has a fantasy and a desire, a delight and a found object that pleases him or her to no end. Some find themselves as the personal pleasure of a Master, lover or even a Daddy. None of us are to ever be judged and held in a light of contempt. Just read this story for the pleasure it gave someone I loved and whom made me smile.
After all, don't we all deserve a smile?
~J~
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Daddy Julian couldn't keep his hands to himself as she walked into the room; his tongue reflexively began licking the outer lips and he watched her smiling gently, seeing his eyes meeting hers, hazel to brown radiance gathering between the light of the pair. Her platform boots laced up to the knees with the amazingly high heel & platform to give her 6 inches on her voluptuous frame still kept her under 5'10" against his stocky 6'2" frame of dark skin & hair, but so wonderfully sexy. He gasped, noticing the flowing pizzicato of curls dancing down her shoulders as she removed her long jacket, smiling as he shifted in his seat, the erection already throbbing on his zipper straining the brass teeth. Hi silk shirt moved with his breathing, up & down like the fingers tentatively stroking the goatee mottled with gray lines of age. His eyes traveled over Eva's creamy skin, the nipples hard & darkly contrasting her full ripeness, succulent and delicious to his eyes. The firm, amazingly round 42DD's moved as if possessed, bouncing gently over the line of the corset. Daddy noticed her smooth thighs and her creamy gentle taunt belly, groaning as he noticed her pierced belly button. Then his eyes grew wider, sharper as he saw how the skin of her smooth warm mound glistened for him in the morning light drifting in through the Venetian binds and casting a Venus De Milo shadow on the carpeting at his feet.
"I just shaved Daddy," Eva whispered in a breathy, baby-doll voice. "Do you like how smooth I am?"
"Yes... Daddy does. Now, show him the flower of delight. Sit on that chair and reveal the mystery of pleasure to Daddy."
Eva sat on the chair, lifting her lace-up boot and flexing at the knee, hooking it over the arm of the chair and letting it dangle. She smiled a coy smile of seduction and promise, peeling the pink lips open and gently slowly stroking the exposed clit. A surge of body-blush coveted her smooth pale skin as she gently stroked up and down the long luxuriously painted finger nail feeling the moving button waking her alive-senses making her breast jiggle again with hurried breaths. A gasp and she whispered "Oh Daddy..."
"You like me watching you don't you my dearest? You like Daddy seeing how closely shaved you are and hearing you moan as you touch your clitty don't you?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Good girl... now, finger your pussy for me. Do it very slowly my Angel. Knuckle by knuckle insert your finger inside your pussy."
She exhaled softly the breast rising and falling like descending pillows of grace and goose-bumping flesh. Her nipples crinkled and tingled, her veins on her neck straining the cameo-collar she wore, her silhouette moving with the breaths against the thick line of satin over her neck. As the fingernail glimmered with juices, coated in lust, B slowly began spinning and stirring the lips tenderly finger-fucking herself as Daddy's eyes glazed over, making him groan softly in the back of his throat, the open-shirt suddenly constricting his breathing. She gently slid the nail further inside, disappearing in the pink mound and smooth cunt, moving her knees and wiggling on the chair as another knuckle on the same finger dipped deeper inside. Eva moaned again, her head turning away from Daddy Julian, eyes shutting and fluttering to the pleasure coarsing through her body, the round amazing tits now jiggling a pace faster than the finger inside her hot, wet melting pussy. She gasped aloud, filling the room with the smell of sex and the sounds of lust, and moved her hips upward, humping the finger inside her pussy. Her body and moaning against the tongue-stud in her mouth, moving her hips to meet the finger intruding again and again, stroke by stroke, fuck by fuck. Eva rolled her firm round ass grinding it on the material as she sped up, just finger-fucking her pussy deeper, harder faster again and again and again.
"Daddy," she whimpered between clenched teeth and a drooling tongue, "can I play with my clitty, my little man-in-the-boat too? Please...?"
"Use a toy. The little buzzing bullet."