I originally wrote this on Fetlife about my personal fantasies. I think I'm planning on making it a series, so I plan on putting each Fantasy as a different story here on Lit. I'm going to try and edit these best I can, but it may still contain some syntax errors; I apologize in advanced! Without further ado...enjoy! :3~
~Friday Night~
I was told that I needed to be ready for the long weekend. I shaved like I normally would, put on some lotion, fixed my hair and put on minimal make up. I wasn't quite sure about what would be happening and didn't want too much make up, just in case I would be crying.
Knocking on the door, my bag was slung over my shoulders and my knees were quaking in anticipation. Daddy opened the door for me and paused. He was staring at my shiny patent penny loafers. His eyes slowly went up to my thigh high white socks and paused at my short skirt. He reached out and lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal my pussy framed by garters. My face turned red, glancing around, glad for the bushes on either side of his front porch covering me from view. His smirk told me he was pleased with what he had found, and he carefully lowered my skirt back in place. Glancing at my sweater and then finally resting on my face he smiled and stepped back ushering me inside.
I placed my bag in the cubby he made for me and followed him to the living room. I was grabbed by the waist and made to sit on my Daddy's lap. We always started like this. Him giving me cuddles and letting me relax into little space. Slowly he moved his hands rubbing from the top of my socks up to my inner thigh, caressing the soft skin making me squirm. Occasionally his fingers would brush my pussy lips and make me feel tingly. I wriggled in his lap trying to get my knuckles to brush against his bulge.
"Hmmm, baby. Are you feeling frisky tonight?" his deep voice murmured in my ear.
I shivered and made a squeaking noise, pausing to nod in answer to his question.
"Have you been keeping your hands to yourself, babygirl?" he asks with a serious tone.
I stay silent for a moment, embarrassed to form the words.
"Yes, Daddy. I haven't touched myself for 14 days. I promise." My cheeks pink from embarrassment.
"Well from the amount of slippery girl juices coming out of you I'm inclined to agree." he brought his hands out from under my skirt and showed me his glistening fingers. My juices were coating his fingers just from him petting the outside of my pussy. Slowly he brought his fingers closer to my mouth. Expecting it, I parted my lips and drew his fingers into my mouth, delicately swirling my tongue around his fingers and in between his fingers. I gently sucked and made sure his fingers were clean before I let go.
"Hmmm, looks like you enjoy your own taste don't you, baby?" I whimpered as I felt him coating his fingers in my juices again. He brought his fingers up and put them in his mouth this time, closing his eyes and savoring my flavor.
"Mmmm, sweet and salty just like my girl." he said as he looked down at me.
"Well, I know you are curious about what this weekend is going to entail so take off all your clothes, babygirl. Keep the socks on and get on your bed face up. Chop-chop, quick as a bunny!"
I immediately ran up to my room that Daddy gave me. I took my shoes off and put it next to the basket by the door. I then took off all my clothes, except my socks, and folded them neatly, placing them in the basket quickly. I walked over to the bed and lay on my back staring at the ceiling.
Daddy's footsteps were climbing the stairs as I waited impatiently. I was hoping I would finally get to cum today. I was a good girl, I didn't touch myself, just like Daddy asked, even though I was so used to masturbating at least twice a day. Thinking about all the ways Daddy could make me cum was getting me hot and bothered. My legs were rubbing together and the pressure on my pussy was starting to feel good. I slowly realized that Daddy's footsteps were gone. I glanced at the side of the bed to see him staring at me. I jumped a little unaware to when he got there.
"Distracted, little one? Is that why you're so unusually quiet?" he asked softly.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I wasn't paying attention; did you ask me something?" I said quietly, hoping that it wouldn't incur punishment.
"That's okay, baby. I recognize that this is the longest you've gone without having your cummies huh? Don't worry, Daddy will make you feel all better and then you can focus better." He had a mischievous grin that was setting off warning bells in my head.
"Thank you, Daddy! I really want to cum." I started to sound desperate.
Daddy brought out a cute Pusheen eye cover. It made me smile.
"Let Pusheen cover your eyes for me babygirl. I know you are super distracted right now, so this will help you focus on your sense of touch better," he said as he slipped the eye cover over my eyes and around my head.
As soon as my eyesight was taken away, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I could hear the light breath of Daddy as he came close to brush his lips over mine. I tilted my head up to push my lips to his for firmer contact. He lifted his head slightly and waited for my head to go back down. I waited for the brush of lips again. When it came, I stayed still. He brushed his lips, over and over again, slowly and sensually. Then I felt his tongue gently skim the seam of my lips. I parted my lips slightly to welcome him in. He took that opportunity to claim my mouth. I lay there passively allowing him to ravish my mouth. I resisted trying to pull him close to me knowing that he would just start from the beginning. I've learned from past experiences that it just makes me more frustrated and extra horny which wouldn't be ideal in the situation I was in.
When he finished kissing me, I felt the backs of his fingers trailing down my arm and caressing my fingers which were fisted in the comforter I was laying atop of.
"Such restraint, baby. You really are trying to be such a good girl for me," he chuckled lowly making my insides burn and my clit tingle. He gently pried my fingers away from the blanket and lifted it above my head to fasten it to a leather cuff lined with fur. He walked around the bed securing me until I was spread eagle and unable to move.
An ominous chuckle alerted me to the danger I truly was in.