Mmmmm, ever had a orgasm that’s kept you up for hours?
I know tomorrow morning Mr. X will be sorry to hear our earth shattering phone fuck session kept me awake until the wee hours of the morning, but the truth is, when something is that intense, I can’t stop thinking about it. My pussy has just now managed to settle down, 2 hours later. Perhaps I should have played with myself again, thinking about it… for sleep’s sake, of course.
The thing is, I love age play. I love the release. I love how fully sexual I feel as a little Lolita.
I love the sweetness. I love the innocence. I love the idea of him standing outside my door, caught of guard by the sight and sound his little girl fingering herself, how inappropriately hard it gets him, how he watches until he can’t take it any more and jacks off in secret. Or barges in on me…
I love the punishments. I get so wet to thinking of him catching me masturbating, only then punishing me by humiliating me, forcing me do it in front of him. Or worse, showing me what my pussy is really for…
I love being my daddy’s dirty little secret. His special little princess. His good little girl he feels so guilty for fucking. I love when he teaches me to masturbate. How he fingers me gently with just the ball of one digit, but his hunger gives way to the addition of another finger, and another, till he gives up and gives in, filling me with his cock, conquering his little virgin angel. I love that he demands that I practice my pussy abusing and holds pop quizzes on it where he observes from all angles, getting up close and personal to make sure his baby girl is doing it right. I love how proud he is of me when I come.
I love that his most rock-hard-cock thought is of implanting a secret camera in my room, video tapping me day after day, catching me playing with my pussy when I’m not aware. I love that he jacks off to it in secret. Daily. Multiple times day. He can’t stop watching his princess massage her tits and rub at her pussy. Even better is when he catches a live show and is compelled to come in my room an join in.
I love that he claims to have stag film showings of these tapes. The thought makes me soak right through my panties. My daddy, my special wonderful daddy, thinks that my good girl performances are so hot that he shares them with friends, strangers, anyone willing to pay. Such a violation, such a fucking hot violation.
I love being his bad little girl who’s sexual appetite he can’t control, the monster he’s created, so much so his only recourse is to buy a vibrator to prevent her from slutting it up with the neighborhood boys – of course he has to teach her how to use it first. And he can’t control me from showing my friends…
And that was the subject of our fantastic phone fuck this evening, Bettie’s little sleep over orgy, as viewed by her darling daddy, who couldn’t help but join in. Who knew I could come so fucking hard as he detailed to me fucking some blond doggy style while she ate my pussy – her tongue penetrating deeper every tim he rammed her – and that once he was close, he’d pull out and come all over my tits, bathing me in his come as I exploded in her mouth, on her face.
Daddy knew, that’s who. Daddy knows everything. He knows what’s best for me, how to keep my safe and loved, and how to prod me into telling 20 minute epic tales of bisexual teenage debauchery that end with him joining in, lining the girls up on the bed, and fucking them all one by one, of course saving his princess for last, coming inside her, and letting the extraneous girls clean his baby up with their tounges. Daddy knows how thrilling, how freeing, and how comforting it is for his sweet baby girl to put on her Lolita shoes. And how safe she’s able to feel saying such things to him.
Oh, I do love my daddy. And I absolutely love age play.
