Daddy And Me 13

Daddy arrives at my house sometimes, late at night. I never know what night he may choose to grace me with his presence and if I'm asleep he'll quietly walk away and go to one of his others, leaving a token on my doorstep so I know I missed him. That's only happened to me once and I'll never let it happen again.

The time I unknowingly allowed that, I'd been waiting up for him, hoping so much it'd be me he chose to visit that night. Nearly 3 weeks had passed since his last visit and I can't remember how many times I masturbated as I waited to find out if it was me he'd choose that night. Instead, I fell peacefully asleep with my dildo still inside my pussy, having exhausted myself in anticipation.

I woke up some hours later to the creak of my garden gate. Heart soaring, I ran to the front door, flinging it open, expecting to see him there. My silk lingerie dress blew up with the sudden gust of wind and revealed the front of my naked pussy to him - unfortunately, the him was not Daddy, but the postman.

I grabbed my letters, ignoring the posties blush, as I'd found something at my feet that was much more interesting. There, just outside my front door, a single purple rose lay - with a small bottle of anal lube. I could read his message to me instantly. "This is what you would have got."

You know that horrible, immature disappointment that feels like a hole burning in the pit of your stomach? It can make tears fill your eyes and your lips turn downward, no matter how hard you try to fight it. I was driven wild with regret and loss and I rang him, again and again.

Of course, he wouldn't answer. I blush as I write this, remembering how many missed calls I left that morning, my desperation pouring out. I text him, pleading for him to come back. He ignored me and it drove me silly - I really did embarrass myself. At some point I gave up, and not long after he posted to his OF.

When Daddy decides it's you he's fucking tonight, you need to be available.

There was a video attached to the post. Bent over a table was a beautiful petite blonde woman with an incredibly sculpted body - Daddy's most favourite type. Very different from mousey, natural me. She was holding her own ass cheeks open. I couldn't see her face but didn't need to. It was clear she was stunning, even with the view just being of her back and bum.

Her manicured fingers - clearly a lot more expensive than my hastily painted nails - were spreading herself wide. Both her pussy and her ass. Daddy was rubbing the tip of his dick lazily over her and I noticed her pussy was glistening, and that she was quivering.

I was jealous, of course I was, but I came so hard as I watched Daddy slowly urge the tip of his cock into her beautiful, tight ass hole. The video ended as she squeaked in pleasure, Daddy's tip just in. The video ended but I didn't - I came again and again, watching those 10 seconds on repeat, knowing he'd sent it FOR ME to see.

After that, I was much more careful when I waited for him. Don't masturbate so much you fall asleep remains my number 1 rule. What I dream of is becoming his Babygirl, rather than just whatever it is I am to him now, but I know I'll have to work incredibly hard to achieve that.

I didn't call him again because I knew he wouldn't answer. Instead I sent him one message.

"Daddy, please. I'm sorry. I won't ever do something so silly again."

12 nights passed and I waited and waited but he didn't knock my door. I'd all but given up, watching his posts with his other women with such regret. But I knew I'd messed up and I accepted the consequences. At least I still got to watch him fuck them.

Then I heard the gate. I heard his footsteps approach my door. I couldn't move at first, frozen to the spot, my pussy suddenly soaking my underwear and my legs shaking. His light rap on my door - lazy, confident - broke the spell and suddenly had me running across my living room, tripping over my rug and bashing unceremoniously into my front door with a thud. Panting, I opened it quickly, smiling shyly at him as I adjusted my scruffy hair.

He smiled at me, a little patronising maybe, and I nearly came. I'm quite sure he knew that because when I looked down I could see the growing outline of his cock through his trousers - he really does enjoy seeing what he does to me. Which is lucky, because I find it impossible to hide, even when my longing humiliates me.

My legs were shaking for another reason, after her left. Maybe I'll tell you some time.