He told me to dip my fingers into the wine. I did. Grasping my hand he took control over my wine coated fingers. First he teased them over my nipples, making me pull and pinch at my own nipples, coating them with the wine until they were hard. Then he told me to dip them in the wine again. I did. I couldn't help myself. Taking my hand, he set my fingers against my pussy. He told me to touch myself. Embarrassed I only stroked the lips slowly. He forced them apart with his fingers then made my own fingers spank my clit once more. My knees began to buckle. He caught the wine. Letting me fall back on his coffee table. Drinking my wine a bit he then pressed it to me. Telling me to drink once more. I did, slowly at first, watching him as he spread my legs once more, until the lips of my pussy naturally parted.
After a minute of watching he leaned down. With the flat of his tongue he licked at me. It was my first time being touched so. I nearly choked on the wine. He told me to keep drinking before he went back to licking. I did as told, my eyes closing. I felt like liquid fire was in my pussy. He kept stabbing his tongue at my clit, flicking it back and forth before lapping at my entrance. I was surprised when I found the wine gone. He noticed and took the glass from me before lifting me to my feet. Turning me around, he stroked my ass a bit before sinking two fingers into my pussy.
I was shocked. Especially so when he stood up, teasingly curling his fingers inside me before telling me to walk. It was awkward. He wouldn't remove his fingers and I could feel my juices dripping as we moved. Somehow he lead me to his room. I'm not sure how. There he sat down, drawing me into his lap, my back to his chest. The soft fabric of the robe teased my skin as I felt the hot press of his cock hard against my pussy. His hands were everywhere on my body. My breasts. My thighs. My stomach. My pussy. His mouth was near my ear as he told me I was "Daddy's little girl." He began to grind his cock against my pussy, letting it rub the length of my pussy as he began to play with my nipples. He told me I was naughty. "Such a naughty little girl." Told me to beg for Daddy's cock. I whimpered and whispered please.
But he wanted more. I finally was sobbing and, almost yelling, cried out, "Please, Daddy, please!"
He chuckled and turned me to face him on his lap. There I felt his fingers inside me again, stretching me a bit. His other hand was on my clit. He worked his fingers against my clit fast. His fingers inside me roughly plunging. From all the teasing I was primed and in seconds I orgasmed. He thrust three fingers inside me as I did. It hurt a little but not too much; it actually made me cum again. I was a mess by the time I calmed down and he laid me on his bed. Watching him, I saw him remove his robe then come to lay over me. Catching one leg and then the next, he set them over his shoulders before teasing his cock against my pussy once more.
I was so wet; he had no trouble as he began to push into me, only my tightness giving a little resistance. But even that didn't last. He fucked me slow and hard. He teased me to the brink of orgasm two before making me beg to cum. I did. I did it with the desperation of any girl in that situation. I wasn't watching his hands. One of his caught mine, holding them above my head as the other came to my ass. I felt cool lubricant on his fingers, teasing my little asshole before slowly sinking in. He worked it in and out until his finger was fully in there. I almost came right then and there. He worked his finger in there, then a second, stretching me open before pulling out. I felt a slender, cool vibrator push in. It began to hum away happily in its new home. He began fucking me once more. Slowly, the thumb of his free hand feathering my clit.
Finally he told me I could cum. He began to fuck me hard and fast, animalistic almost. I came hard. So hard I swear I lost consciousness for a moment. When I woke, he was laying above me, most of his weight on me as he panted. I could feel the vibrator still happily buzzing inside me, his cock softening. Slowly he pulled out, releasing my legs before giving me a kiss.
I couldn't close my legs, I was so sensitive. And even as he recovered he continued to tease my body, fucking my ass with the vibrator, teasing my clit. Only until my cries sounded more painful than pleasured did he remove the vibrator and tell me to go shower. I did.
Before I could dry off, he came in to see that my pussy was clean, but I was still aroused despite it all. He made me stand there as he fingered me, my hands on his shoulders, his cock hard again. Finally he pushed me back in beneath the water. Turning me to the wall he slid his cock back in.
He said I was a little slut for being so wet but he loved me for it. He worked his cock into my pussy, a ridge in the shower wall rubbing my clit, his hands holding my own to the wall. He kissed and bit at my neck until he came again, spilling his seed once more against the entrance to my womb.
He tenderly washed me and tucked me into his bed, letting me wear one of his t-shirts but no panties. He woke me once in the night for sex, and I came with relish around his cock, this time actually squirting juices, soaking the bed. He chuckled and patted my clit, saying "Good girl" before going back to bed.
In the morning I took another shower as he slept and left. He had work and I had stayed out far longer than I should. Alone at my sister's once more, I masturbated until I fell asleep again, still burning with the need for his cock to fill me. For him to use my body, though that was to be our only night.
