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In
the car we kissed some more, just sitting with each other in the front seat.
The desire in the kisses became a little more intense and the electricity
started like little feathers of blue light coming from my hands on her face. It
was so delicate, pale, the skin soft. I kissed her eyes, imaging them wet with
her tears. I breathed in her scent, like honeysuckle.
Finally
I pulled away, I thought, to start the car. But, looking at her, a little
disheveled in the seat, in the late afternoon sunlight, I couldn’t help myself.
“Let’s take your clothes off, little one.” She looked around, outside the car.
We were at the back of the parking lot, but it was broad daylight. She
shivered, looking at me. I leaned back, into the corner of door and the seat.
“First your shirt,” I put my hands on other side of my cock, still trapped in
jeancloth. But not for long. She brought her hands to
her shirt which she had buttoned up before we left the restaurant. She
hesitated, smiling a small smile and then she pulled one button out, and then
the next. She pulled the shirt out of
her skirt and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and then she shrugged herself
out of it.
There
she was, small, vulnerable. She had no breasts in the normal sense. Her nipples
were long, pink, and pointy. Unlike any I had ever seen. Her skin was so very
white in the afternoon light. “Now the skirt.” I
directed, “You can leave the socks and shoes on.”
Misty
looked around. There was nobody in the parking lot. She raised her hips up and
unzipped the plaid skirt and quickly pulled it down and pulled her stocking shod feet
through it so that suddenly, there she was, utterly exposed.
Her
beautiful cunt was pink and bare. Her mons was fleshy, white. It hardly looked
shaved. I thought she must have had it waxed, and
perhaps today or yesterday. My first thought was how well it would show the red
licks of my belt.
She
sat back and spread her legs in the car seat. I could smell her easily. She was
very turned on. I reached over with my hand and lightly traced her lips, the flesh
parting with even a gentle pressure. She was wet, so wet my fingers sank into
her and she groaned. “Oh Daddy. Can I come Daddy?” “Just like that?” I
said. I suddenly pinched her clit hard though my fingers were wet and juicy.
“Oh Daddy, please.” Unbelievable. “Come
Darling girl.” And She sighed and moaned softly,
trying not to make very much noise, and riding my fingers like a pommel on a
saddle.
“I
can see this is working for you Darling.” I said as she started breathing more
slowly. “Wow,” she shook her head. “I haven’t come that quick
in awhile.” “What about Daddy?” I rubbed my boy in his denim prison. “Oh Daddy,
can I see you?”
And
she reached over and unbuttoned the pants and slid down the zipper, being
careful to protect my cock. She pulled down my underwear and brought Him out
into the afternoon light. She lowered her mouth down to Him. “My
Daddy! He’s so big and red. Daddy, He’s scaring me.” She had switched
into her little girl voice. “Daddy is He gonna hurt me?” She sounded scared and
trembly. Wow.
I
pushed her mouth onto Him. “Misty, if you want Daddy to be your Daddy you will
give Daddy’s Boy everything that He wants. And He is going to hurt you so much
you have never even imagined it before. He is gonna hurt your little girl pink
pussy so much that you have to come and come and come again.”
She
lowered her head, taking all of my Boy into her mouth
and down her throat. She choked a little, and I held her head down on
Him, feeling her squirm. I let her up to breathe and she started coughing. “Oh
Daddy, He’s so big. I didn’t know Daddy’s cock would be like that.” And then
she took Him all the way in her mouth again, into her throat and I could feel
her gagging.
It
was just the right touch and I started spurting. I had one hand on her head,
behind one of her braids. She looked about twelve then, my cock buried in her
mouth, her lipstick smearing. I groaned and groaned, spurting six or seven
times. So very Sweet.
She
came off me and leaned back, naked, in the car seat. It was about
Time
to Go Home
“It’s
okay to come to my house?” I asked her as we pulled into the Laketown
neighborhood. “I’m not scared,” She said. After what we had done in the parking
lot we both knew pretty much anything and everything that might happen would.
“You
know,” I said, “Daddy requires his girl to care about what is happening to
her.” I eyed her. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled next to me as I
pulled down my street and whipped the car into the drive behind my house. “I
care Daddy. I care. I need this. I need something good Daddy.” She seemed
sincere and we kissed again, this time very urgently. One come had only taken
the edge off a little bit for both of us.
“Why
do you want this?” I knew, already, that she was a masochist. Why else would
she be here? Still that means so many different things.
She
kissed my neck. “I want to worship your Cock. I want every moment of my being
to give your penis His pleasure. I will do whatever He requires.”
“We
just met.” I said, striving for a middle road. She was perfect. She looked like
a young girl. She had the sexual desires of a woman. She came from my first
touch. I could feel myself starting to lose control. “I love you now,” She
said. “It may not be real love. We may not like each other. But, for today, I
love you and I will do whatever you want. No matter how much it hurts.”
I
thought to myself, this is how girl’s get killed out there. I knew I wasn’t a
bad guy, but what a chance for her to be taking! Then I knew that part of her turnon was the fear
itself.
“Okay,”
I said. “Once we go into that house you are mine for the next 24 hours. No safe
words. No wriggling out. You will do everything I want and you will allow me to
do whatever I wish to your body.”
She
shook her head up and down like a child. “Yes Daddy. Any
thing that Daddy wants!”
“Oh,”
I went on, “and in Daddy’s house you will always be twelve years old.
Understand? No exceptions.”
“Goody,”
she bounce in her seat. “That’s me, Daddy’s girl.”
“Now
come in and meet Daddy’s belt. He’s gonna make your kitty all red and swollen
for Daddy’s big cruel Boy.”
“Yes
Daddy!”
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