I parked my car in the driveway, a big smile on my face. I took a moment to collect my things, making sure my present for her was perfect. It was simply wrapped, just some red wrapping paper around a little box, tied with a big red bow, but I knew she would like it; she always enjoyed my gifts.
I got out of the car and headed up the steps to my front door, paying no attention to glimpses of the Pacific Ocean I could see just beyond the house. Being a partner in a law firm catering to big Hollywood names in Los Angeles allowed me more free time than most, and a sizable bank account, so I took advantage of living on the coast by buying a big beach house on the PCH.
As I shoved my key into the lock, I noticed my hand shaking; I was pleasantly nervous. She always had that effect on me, even though we had been fucking for a few months now. I knew she was in there, because I asked her to be. I knew she would let herself in, find my note, and prepare. And I couldn't wait to get started celebrating my long Labor Day weekend.
I opened the door, dropping my briefcase in the entranceway, calling out to her.
"Mischa, honey. I'm home." I heard a noise on the second floor, and smiled again as I saw her come down the stairs. She had dressed as I asked, in thin, white knee high socks, her feet in the shiny black high heeled Mary Janes I bought her at the beginning of our relationship. My gaze moved up fantastic legs, taking in the thin pink panties stretched over slim hips. She had pierced her belly button a month ago, and the shiny red jeweled bar rested against her flat stomach, begging me to tug at it gently. Her full, perky breasts were covered with a tight cutoff tank top, with the words "Daddy's Girl" written in pink. I felt my cock stir already. I adored her body.
"Daddy Dan!" She giggled and encircled me with her arms, giving me a warm hug, her glossy lips pressing against my neck lightly. Her voice dropped as she whispered in my ear, falling into her role. "It's been a long week, Daddy, and I've missed you terribly."
She pulled back to pout at me, and I raised my hand to cup her cheek. She had a gorgeous face, long black hair, green eyes, and didn't look a day over 18. I knew she was a few years older than 18, but just barely.
I met Mischa in an elevator, as she was coming to interview as a receptionist with my firm. In a freak accident, an earthquake occurred, and we were stuck there together for a good ninety minutes or so. We fucked while we waited, before we even knew each other's names.
Once it started working again, I left the elevator, and almost ran into my company's bathroom to collect myself. I had never done anything like that before, but had no problem taking advantage of the situation! As I headed into my office to conduct a routine interview, I was shocked and grateful to discover Mischa was the one I was interviewing. She gave me the hottest sex I had ever had, and I was already kicking myself for not getting her information.
Needless to say, we both decided we wanted to explore a personal relationship more than we wanted to work with each other. We talked briefly about ourselves, and I came to discover she was a recent college graduate, a mere 22. She had assured me in the elevator she did not mind that I was a 45 year old man, but I asked again in my office to make sure.
She had called me 'Daddy' while I teased and sucked and screwed her, and it made me hard each time she murmured that word. I had been married once, but that marriage had ended with divorce papers and no children, so it was a little surprising that I would get so turned on by that, but I did. I didn't question it, or that such a young, nubile, horny girl would want me. I was six feet tall, had all my hair, and being so close to the ocean, I ran and swam each morning, so I was also fit and healthy. I considered myself fairly attractive, but still. A 22 year old wanting to fuck me, pretending she was my daughter? It was like a dream, and I definitely wanted to continue our 'relationship'. We got together several times a week, and though neither of us was interested in marriage, I wanted her to move in. I wanted to fuck her whenever the mood struck.
She bit my thumb, bringing me back to the present, a sexy little smile on her full lips. She shifted her feet a little, pretending shyness. I knew for a fact this was part of her act, as she was a bright, opinionated, independent person, but I loved knowing she was waiting me for me to tell her what to do, willing to let me take the lead.
I stood up straight, moving both hands and the gift box behind my back. Her eyes light up as she noticed the box for the first time, and bounced on her toes, hands clapping.
"Daddy, did you get me a present? Lemme see!" She reached around my body, but I shifted to block her.
"Patience, young lady. I need to discern if you've been a good girl this week to deserve such a gift." I frowned down at her, giving her a stern look. "You've already forgotten what we do first when Daddy comes home."
She grinned and took a step closer to me, her hand grasping mine, and led me into the living room at the back of the house. One entire wall was windows, so plenty of light came in, and I liked fucking her up against it, in full view of the runners and beach goers; I planned to indulge in that later. I paused to place the box on arm of the couch, instructing her she was not to touch it till I said she could. She nodded her assent as she began to undress me, removing my suit, tie, socks, and shoes, placing them in a careful pile on a far chair. I had stopped wearing any kind of underwear, partly because I enjoyed the feeling of my cock hanging down, and partly because I sometimes wanted to fuck her right when I got home and this way made it easier.
I watched as she cupped her breasts, rubbing them as I licked my lips, then lifting the tiny tank top over her head and tossing it to the side. My dick was semi-hard, and I sighed with pleasure as she sank to her knees in front of me and leaned forward to press soft kisses along the shaft and head.
"How was your day, Daddy?" she murmured, her small hands running along my hips, thighs, ass. I let myself relax, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her breath on my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as her hands reached behind me to knead my ass cheeks.
"It was long, baby, long and hard." She giggled, dragging the flat of her tongue across the head, making my eyes roll back. She sucked lightly, teasing me. By now, I was fully erect, and I pushed my hips forward a little.
"No, Daddy, you're long and hard. Long and hard and thick." Her eyes locked on mine as her tongue glided up and down the length. "And I can't wait to get you deep inside me."
She paused then, turning to open a drawer of the coffee table. Never knowing when or where the mood would strike us, we kept toys all around the house. Reaching in, she retrieved a bottle of flavored massage oil.
I settled on the couch, spreading my legs wide. She scooted in between them, and I dribbled oil along her breasts, enjoying myself as I played with her nipples. Smiling at me, she cupped her breasts, and moving closer, surrounding my throbbing cock with them. I kept my feet flat on the floor, arching my hips up and down as I titty fucked her.
"Cum on my breasts, Daddy. I want to feel your cock and cum all over me." I obliged, groaning as she tilted her chin down, licking my cockhead on each upstroke. The oil made her breasts slick, and the sensations shooting through my body were incredible. I didn't last long; I had been thinking about this all day, and the sight and feel of my cock moving between her breasts, her tongue flicking out every time I moved, was too much. As I spurted my cum all over her, she leaned forward to bite at my nipples, intensifying the orgasm and smearing my juice all over my abdomen.
Breathing hard, I reached down and pulled her onto her hands and knees beside me on the couch.
"You naughty girl. You made such a mess. Clean me up." As her tongue lapped along my abs, I reached down to her panty covered ass. The ones I had left out for her were a soft baby pink, and cut high up so the bottom of her cheeks peeked out enticingly. I bought all her panties, since she wore a memorable pair I adored the first time we met, and I bought them just a little smaller. I liked seeing the marks the elastic would leave on her skin, just as much as I liked how the material clung to her mound oh so tightly. To amuse myself, I tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling them up into her cleft and ass. She squirmed and moaned as I did this, lifting her head. I gently pushed it back down, saying, "You aren't done yet. Now clean my cock."
I lifted my hand and gave her ass a light smack.
