It was finally Friday. I live for Fridays, because it usually means a whole 48 hours of uninterrupted time with Daddy. I got home from work before him and immediately went to our bedroom, where I stripped my panties from under my dress. I briefly let a single finger slip against my swollen clit. Soon, I told myself. I pulled my hand away even as my lip poked out in an instinctive pout. I tugged my dress back down and busied myself with straightening up the room. Finally, I heard the front door open. The biggest smile made its way across my face as I heard his boots echo in the hall.
"Daddy!" I yelled as I flung myself at him.
He chuckled as he caught me, his arms wrapping tightly around me.
"Hi baby." The tone of his voice along with the endearment made my legs feel like they were made of jelly.
His hands slipped lower and I moaned when I felt him palm my ass.
"Wow. No panties?"
My face flushed, but I ground my ass against his hand.
"No Sir."
I peeked up at him, his disarming smile making my heart skip a beat.
"Were you wanting something?" He asked, as if he didn't already know.
An impish smile tugged on the corners of my lips. I pulled away and slipped my hand in his and began to tug him toward the front porch. It was dark outside.
"Should we turn on a light?"
It was a loaded question. I said no and mumbled something about the light attracting moths. We both knew that wasn't why I wanted the light off. He wrapped his arms around me from behind a nuzzled my hair.
"Baby? Is there a reason you wanted to be on the front porch with no panties on?"
I pressed my ass against his cock that I could already feel begin to strain against his pants.
"Yes Sir."
We had played on the porch only once before, and my whole body had trembled with the fear of being seen. That night was a little different though. That night I felt a little wild. That night I wanted to be tamed.
I didn't flinch as he raised the hem of my dress to just above my bare pussy. So what if people could see. Let them watch. My breathing came in short pants as I felt my arousal build. Everyone could see what I was to Daddy- what he did to me. He pulled me to the top of the porch steps where the railing was no longer obstructing the view of me from the road.
"Spread your legs wide and put your hands beside you on the railing."
"Yes Daddy."
I complied. This had me in a pretty close to a spread eagle standing position and utterly exposed to neighbors or anyone driving by. I expected to care, but quickly found that I didn't when his fingers made quick work of finding my g-spot and his tongue stroked my clit. It felt so good that nothing else mattered. He pulled his mouth away momentarily.
"What do you think people will think of you, seeing you get your little pussy played with outside in the open like this?"
I couldn't suppress the loud moan that sprang to my lips. I knew this game. I loved this game.
"They will think I'm your little whore, Daddy."
"Are you my little whore?"
His fingers chose this moment to move faster, taking me to the very brink of orgasm.
"Yes Sir!" I said breathlessly, my eyes closing in ecstasy.
He renewed his attentions to my clit and suddenly it was more than I could take.
