As a Thank you for your amazing encouragement of my first ever story, I decided to continue the storyline. A huge thank you to my new, amazing editor AaronAardvark for all the help and the few chuckles along the way. Enjoy.
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"Oh Daddy!" I yelled for maybe the hundredth time that night. My muscles were tight and my chest heaved as, thanks to sweet Daddy, I came down from yet another orgasm. As I stared into his blue, at the moment, almost black eyes I noticed the crinkles around them. Although Bill wasn't that much older than me he had the same little creases around his eyes that my real father had.
"Baby that was amazing. You never disappoint." His voice was harsh as he tried to catch his breath, but I glowed from his praise. Daddy always made me feel so truly satisfied, I was just too shy to really tell him. But then I always figured my screams of ecstasy were a clue as to how I felt.
"Your not so bad yourself, Daddy." He smiled hearing me call him that. I knew very well the affect it had on him and upon his body.
Bill was always so creative. He always had some new toy or position for us to try. But deep down, I knew the fact that he was fucking the young, inexperienced babysitter was what really got him off. Whenever I'd put my hair up in pigtails and act like a flighty school girl Mrs. Nash got a call saying things were heating up on a project at work and Bill just couldn't make it home anytime soon. The amount of money he brought home, she never argued or even commented.
"Baby, don't start that up. I won't make it home 'til next March if you don't stop your teasing." He sat up, crossed his legs and looked all stern. We were lying on the big queen size in our usual suite at the little hotel outside of town. "I need to talk to you Vi. Serious for once."
My stomach tightened at these words, I wasn't that secure about our little relationship: well, Bill and I could only manage a room every weekend or so. Whenever he could escape the clutches of his nagging wife and the responsibilities of his three children. But with a new baby boy, I understood when he was needed at home. I tried not to think about what might be coming next. Bill was my first, and since I never really dated, I was falling for him already. "What is it? Is something wrong?" I asked, anxiously.
"No baby. No. Not at all. The opposite in fact, I want to let you know that these past few months have been a dream for me. I would never have guessed, not in a million years, that I'd have a chance with you. Being with you has made life worth looking forward to again. I don't just mean your tight body." he swatted my rear affectionately. "I mean you. I can't believe you were free when I met you. You glow so brightly, and you are kind and funny; quick as a whip too. I'm glad you're my Baby. I know when I'm in this fantasy of mine I get very...," he paused to consider, to pick his words. "I come over all aggressive, but I do care. I really do."
I almost passed out with relief. After he finished, I just sat there, stupefied, staring up at him. He looked back fondly, amused. It only took a few seconds for me to recover the use of my body and throw myself at him. He kissed me back just as hard but there was passion rather than lust in his kiss. We had already gone a couple rounds.
"Hey there, how's my girl doing? Have you felt any different?" he asked breaking our embrace.
"No, I feel exactly the same. I don't feel I have changed at all," I replied as usual. Bill was obsessed with impregnating me. Though he had a new baby who was a few days old, he had been coming inside me from the very first time. All he talked about was a baby for us to share. The whole situation made me very nervous. At nineteen I felt too young for a child, too insecure. But all my objections were always met with the assurance that if I were to birth a Nash I would be taken care of for life.
"Well I want to buy you a few urine tests to keep at home. I want you to take one every 2 weeks. I know I'm capable, and you're so young and fertile that it won't take long. I'd love to rub a round belly again," he said as he absent mindedly stroked my flat tummy.
I honestly never knew what to say when he started talking about children. At my age it just wasn't in my plans to get pregnant. I saw children as a set back. But the love making between us was so good, he had me hooked. I really believed that if it got to that point, it would bring us even closer.
As usual, when he started talking about kids, I decided to distract him. Generally, I started a wrestling match that ended with me being pinned down hard, an erection jabbing into my hip or thigh. Tonight though, I just didn't feel like play fighting. So I decided to show him how I felt. Usually when we had sex I was the submissive one. Bill was excited by taking me forcefully but tonight I had other ideas. When I rolled over and lifted my face to kiss him, that didn't bother him. When he felt me move over him and try to tilt his body back so he was lying under me, then he began to object.
"I only want to show you how your words made me feel. Relax. Enjoy!" I whispered to him between kisses. I let my tongue dip into his hot mouth, his own automatically searching for it. Kissing like this soon had me panting and wet and I wondered why I had never done things this way before. When I felt myself getting hot I fought the urge to drag him on top of me and let him fuck me into oblivion. I had a mission, to take care of his needs my way.
I tilted our bodies back so that I lay on top of him. His hands went to my hips right away and squeezed. I knew he wanted to just take me right then, hard and fast. I placed a finger on his nose, pushed him down firmly and kissed him softly yet passionately, to remind him to behave. I pulled back and kissed his jaw. I inhaled the scent of his hair as I went to his ear and licked along the lobe. I felt his shiver but he didn't move, aside from his hands which were exploring my backside. I nuzzled along his neck and planted kisses, nibbling as I went. All the while he was still, but I felt his breathing quicken, my plan was working.
I kissed his chin again and then started on his chest. I let my full red lips leave light kisses all over his strong pecks. I felt as much as heard his sharp inhalation. He was trying not to let me know he liked this. But I knew, the power made me bold and I continued. When I reached his nipples, I wondered if men liked theirs licked and played with. Bill had shown me that it could be amazingly pleasurable, would he find it so too?
As I kissed around an areolas Bill began to wriggle a bit. I felt as though he were trying to lead me to his nipple so I took a chance and lightly licked at his small brown teat with my warm moist tongue. Instantly a grunt came from deep in his chest. He liked it! After this, I assaulted his nipples for a few minutes. He never looked at me, kept his eyes shut tight but I saw the pleasure written in his face and heard his breath hissing through his nose.
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"Mmmm. Baby I don't know where you got this, but whew. It feels great," he complimented me quietly. His breathing was faster now. On the last word he let his hand smack down onto my ass.
"Ouch, Bill! Behave please. I want to show you something. Let me concentrate," I pleaded in a small voice. I had grown to love a good spanking but I really wanted to try this. With a flick of an eyebrow at me calling him by name, he relaxed back again.
I began to move a little faster as I felt my subject was becoming antsy so I kissed and nibbled at his abdomen. I worshipped his six pack and was so enraptured that I nearly forgot what I was doing. Never before had I had an opportunity to explore him this way. I moved down a bit and felt his masculinity prod me in the cheek. I hadn't realized that I had been doing such a great job.
His member was hard and, though I'd seen him firmer when we were fresh, I was proud of myself. I kissed down to the base of his large penis and decided to start there.
I loved the sound of his labored breathing as I kissed up his length. His shaft was one of my favorite parts of my Daddy. It was so long and thick. The head large and mushroom shaped, the pillar veined yet smooth. I kissed the tip lightly and then started my way back down, scattering wet kisses.
After a few such passes he was considerably more rigid. I went down to his base and flattened my tongue against him. I ran my wet tongue all the way up his length. I stopped at the top and flicked his hole a little. His hands came to my shoulders then and I knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer.
I kissed at the tip hungrily. Each time getting closer and closer to popping him in my mouth. The anticipation made him rock hard. When I slowly, ever so slowly, eased his hard length into my mouth a loud hiss escaped from his throat. He gripped my shoulders tighter as I sucked him; slow and steady. I enjoyed the pre cum that washed onto my tongue.
