Daddy Tae Me

And on we go... God knows where this will end up, but I'm enjoying it, so, hopefully, you are, too. Thanks to Kenji for sorting out a few punctuation problems. I 'believe' I have, at last, sorted out my carriage returns so I'm hoping the story reads smoother. If not, well, I'll try something else. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read, and follow.

Chapter 5

Daddy takes me, finally!

Daddy followed my swaying ass up the stairs. I walked right by my bedroom door, but went to my bathroom, saying, "I need to pee. Would you wait for me...unless you want to watch? I know what perverts you, and my mums are," I chuckled."

"I'll wait, darling," he said, just like the gentleman he could be. I didn't expect much of that behaviour for the rest of the night, though!

I peed, fixed my hair, and then we headed to the top of the house. [Go slow? Pfft! That's not going to happen, I thought.] I pushed the door open, the lighting subdued, candles still glowing, and the music on. My mums were entangled, talking low, and then they saw us.

"Hi, Mums," I said, blushing, and my body faltered. This was really going to happen!

I placed my glass down, took a deep breath, and took daddy's, putting it next to mine.

"Just ignore us," I chuckled confidently, and turned to my father. We looked at each other, the love, and lust pouring from our eyes.

Daddy removed MomC's Liberty scarf from my shoulders, and carefully laid it on the chair. His eyes took in my small, lithe body. I thought I would be nervous, but for some reason, I wasn't. As his eyes devoured my body, I slipped his jacket off, leaning over, and walked to the wardrobe, hanging it up. My body tingled, knowing his eyes were on me.

I walked back to daddy, his eyes consuming me. Let's see how far I can push him, I thought, smiling to myself. I brought my hand to his cheek, slowly moved it down his shoulders, across his chest, playing with his buttons, and grasped his belt. I knelt down submissively, and unlaced his shoes, slipping them off, along with his socks. My hands swept up his firm legs, my fingers pressing over his swollen manhood.

I leaned in, and inhaled his manly scent, kissing his covered cock. His fingers lightly played with my braided hair, as I moaned into his groin. Slowly I stood in front of him, undoing each button of his starched shirt, taking my time, and teasing myself more than him. Of course, I had seen daddy's chest before, many times actually, but never like this. I could feel my face redden with every undone button.

I slipped the shirt over his broad shoulders and hesitated to take it off. I wanted to treasure this moment for as long as possible. Our first time would happen once, I thought. Daddy was so patient, knowing that this was my night. I opened his shirt, my head leaning in, softly pecking his chest, and then his neck, his masculine Parisian scent wafting through my aroused brain. He gently put his hand on the back of my head, and held my lips against his flesh. I could hear a subtle moan from his chest, telling me I was doing everything right. I slipped the shirt off, and threw it on the chair, my fingers skating over his tight skin. I whispered, "Stay," as I walked around him, my fingers finally touching him as I had always imagined. I leaned in, kissing his arms, shoulders, and then his back, my hands rubbing his tight butt. My mums were gasping at this erotic show I was putting on. I felt so proud!

I walked my circle around him, his body not moving or shaking at all. I ran my fingers over his arms, and stood firmly in front of him, his eyes ablaze with lust. I held his face in my hands, whispered, "I love you, daddy," and kissed him. His arm encircled me, my bare back warm to his touch. We kissed romantically, the underlying lust simmering.

I pulled away from his lips, and, staring at him, unbuckled his belt, undoing the button, and unzipping his dress trousers. My pantyhose were soaked. I couldn't believe how composed I was! I grasped the sides of his pants, and slowly pulled them over his hips, then over his delicious ass, as I gradually knelt in front of my naked daddy. I pulled the pants down, and he obligingly lifted each leg, and shrugged them off. Daddy's stiff cock was bulging beneath his tight, white boxers. I couldn't help myself, I swear, but I leaned in again, and wantonly inhaled his male scent. My mouth teased him, as he tugged my hair and rubbed his covered shaft on my willing face. He was already consuming me.

I let daddy play, grasped the edges of his boxers, and pulled the tight fabric down. Here I was, his Little One, on her knees and stripping her father. My hands didn't falter, though, as I roughly tugged his boxers over his ass, his manhood springing up from the tight confines, and bobbing in front of my amazed eyes, as he calmly stepped out of the pooled underwear. For the first time, I looked at my daddy's hardness. Fuck, and was he HARD! My only thought was that I had made my daddy hard! I was still in my shapely dress, as I gently lifted his manhood, the proud stiff meat so warm in my small hands. Fuck, it was perfect. Perfect size, perfect bulk, and perfect balls.

I moved my hands behind him, and held his naked ass, at last! I squeezed his cheeks, and pulled him towards me, his prick sliding between my lips. Still, daddy kept his composure, but I'll never know how. I felt his fingers twisting my braids, but he never harshly pulled me onto his cock. I could hear his muted moans as I took him, and sucked my daddy's shaft for the first time. God, he felt SO good in my little mouth, like no man I had ever sucked before. He was...faultless. I didn't use my hands, as I was so content to feel his ass. Daddy was so hard, his stiff prick leaking pre-cum already. I sucked, and swallowed, feeling his vein throb in my mouth, as I lapped him. I pulled my head back with his swollen glans in my mouth as my tongue swirled along his slit, licked around his bulbous head, and then sucked his pre-cum. I leant back in, taking almost all of him in one slow gulp. I pulled him onto me, half-wishing he'd fuck my mouth, but I knew he wouldn't, at least not yet. I knew daddy wanted my small hands on his shaft, stroking him while I sucked. Daddy would wait, as I had to wait. I could have sucked my daddy all night, but I had other parts that needed urgent attention. I let his cock plop from my mouth. I kissed his leaking glans, and reluctantly stood up.

"You have a beautiful cock, daddy," I said coyly, licking my lips.

The look on his face was priceless. "I'm glad you approve, Little One. I look forward to you getting to know him," he smirked, and pulled me for a long kiss.

Our lips met a touch more eagerly now, our grips tightening around each other. I could feel his daddy-cock laying on my expensive dress, staining it. Just that thought sent a shiver up my body. How would I explain that mark to the dry-cleaner?

I moaned into his mouth, as his hands seriously gripped my hair. Fuck. He knew what he was doing! Daddy's other hand teased my shoulder straps, just beginning to pull them down, then rearranged them on my body. His mouth took my nudely painted lips, licked my eyes, and then sucked an ear lobe.

He suddenly pushed me from him and looked at me. It was his turn to strip his Little One, to see me as the desirous woman I hoped I had become. I looked over at my mums. MomC had her hands wrapped around her wife, spooning and holding her. Their eyes were awash with love, and lust! Daddy slowly looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, as my small breasts breathed under the light dress. He put a single finger under my chin, and lifted it, his lips innocently kissing mine. His fingers moved along my cheek, and over my shoulders, still clad in the gown. I shivered as they dipped under the thin sleeves again, and teasingly moved them, sliding down along the sides of my chest, but never touching or delving onto my small mounds. Daddy leaned in, and kissed my bare chest where the deep-V was open. I held my breath, waiting. His fingers moved from under the material, and along the front, fingers swooning around my barely covered tits. I could feel my nipples harden, anxious for daddy's first touch of his daughter.

His hands went too slowly along the soft fabric, pulling on my belt and causing me to gasp. He brought both hands up, cupping me just under my breasts, and then moving them deliriously slowly down, his firm hands holding me just right. He could so easily have picked me up, but he never did. His hands trailed down my body, taking in every curve and fold of the dress, and rested on my hips, his fingers tightening around me. As I had done with him, he walked around me, his hands never leaving my willing body. He leaned down, and kissed my shoulder, his whiskers tickling my soft flesh.

"Ohh, daddy," I moaned, hopefully not too loud.

Daddy moved me to the chair, placing it back in front of the mirror. I looked at myself, my eyes catching my mums in the reflection.

"I want you to watch yourself, Chloe," he whispered, a chill whipping up my body.

He was behind me now, his fingers on my neck, his thumbs pressing into my middle shoulder, as I held myself up on the back of the chair. He brought his body to mine, pressed his nakedness against my ass, and held me, his hands trailing under the dress and gently covering my swelling breasts. I could feel his breath on my neck just before he kissed me, his hands massaging my little mounds, as I pushed my butt against his hard daddy-cock, and spread my legs. He moved his hands out, causing the shoulder straps to slide down and the front of my dress to fall. He tautly pulled the now loose fabric down, settling around my waist. I heard, then saw, my mums gasp, as they saw my naked body in the mirror. Our eyes were on my mummies as he fondled my nipples, holding them so proudly.

He turned me around so my mums could see my nakedness. I have never felt so empowered, so beautiful. Daddy buried his head in my hair, and kept fondling my eager mounds, gently massaging and pulling my nipples, my head falling back onto his shoulder. I could feel him smell me, smell my hair and my body.

My God, he was finally feeling my tits! He was so gentle, but firm. I knew that could change in a moment, so I revelled in the feel of his solid hands on me. He was kissing my neck by now, small little pecks, and bites, as he touched every part of me. His lips trailed over my shoulders, and slowly down my back, as I bent over slightly, his hardness nestled in my covered crevice. He let go of my proud little mounds, as he kept sinking lower, his mouth never leaving my back. I could feel he was on his knees, his lips still kissing me. I looked in the mirror at my mums, their mouths open, aghast at what they were witnessing. Daddy's fingers came around the front, undid my belt, then quickly, his fingers delved under my dress, lifting the material up, and baring my panty-covered ass to his eyes, and my mummies. His hands swept around my body, his fingers digging into my covered flesh.

I could feel him tug at the dress, which slipped over my slim hips, and then fell to my feet. I haphazardly stepped out of the dress, and pushed it away. Daddy was kissing my covered ass now, his hands holding onto my hips, as his tongue found the lacy material.

"Ohhh...fuck, da--!" I groaned.

His fingers grasped the sides of my panties, and gradually pulled them down. They slid so easily over my sleek pantyhose that they were around my ankles in no time. I turned and watched my daddy fondle my moist, yellow panties. He buried his face in my tight ass again, kissing and licking the silky hose. I leaned over the chair further, as I felt his fingers slide between my slightly open legs, just grazing my covered labia. We knew I was wet. I could hear my mums moaning, and gasping, knowing they were just as voyeuristic as I was. I was watching them in the mirror, so I slid my fingers along my slit, watching their reaction and, yes, getting off on it. Daddy was getting firmer now, his head still in my butt. I could feel his fervour, as he licked, and bit my ass. Fuck, I thought! We had just started! My fingers cupped my breasts, and I tweaked my erect nipples, not caring if I came or not. I kept pushing my ass firmly in daddy's face, rubbing it up and down his face, as a climax was coming, just from this! I moved one hand to the tops of my pantyhose, and slipped them in. I could feel daddy's fingers over mine, half expecting to get spanked at my boldness, but that never came. I rubbed my pussy, more juices soaking into my pantyhose.

Daddy slowly turned me around, my butt against the top of the chair. I spread my stockinged legs. I pulled his head to my pussy, and greedily rubbed his face on my wet hosiery, my cunt weeping with my juices. Mummies were staring at me, holding, and fondling each other. This was for them, too. I needed them to see me as the sexual creature I was becoming. I had one hand on the chair supporting me, the other on daddy's head, holding him where he wanted to be...between his daughter's thighs. I closed my eyes, my imagination making all sorts of scenarios up. Daddy, mummies, then Maisie, all on their knees, waiting their turn to taste me.

Daddy's tongue licked, and sucked my tights, my wetness coating his face. I could feel his nose and tongue prodding my excited, covered clit. I held him there, rubbed tiny circles, using him, and suddenly cumming in my pantyhose, daddy so diligently sucking and swallowing me. I could just hear my mums stifle their groans, so caught up in what their daughter and husband were doing. I could feel daddy suck, and swallow my daughterly sap, his hands grasping my ass, fingers digging into my flesh.

My willowy hips flicked up and down, and slid smoothly over my daddy's mouth. Fuck, what this man could do to me! I furiously rubbed my aroused clitty, held daddy in, looked at my mums again, and came again, my loud earthy moans filling the air.

"Fuck! Ohh...dadd-- just...uhhhh...my...dadd--" I groaned, my pantyhose soaked and coating my groin. I rubbed, flicked a few times more, and then moved from my daddy's grasp. "Wait...daddy...please," I begged, trying to catch my breath.

Suddenly, daddy turned me around again, so I grasped the chair, my ass bent up, and he gripped my pantyhose. I could feel daddy's hands on my waist, as he pulled the tight silky material, and ripped them! I could hear the delicious 'rrrrrip' as they loosened from my body. I moaned, setting everyone off. Daddy pulled the shredded material down, tearing them 'til my ass was bare to him. I cautiously looked at my mummies, and saw MomC fingering, and kissing MumE. Fuck! I felt daddy's tongue slide along my crevice, his fingers still ripping the hosiery from me. I pushed my ass into daddy's face, another cum approaching soon. I fingered myself as I had never done before. I tried to turn around to give my cunt to my daddy again, but he wouldn't budge from his intent on licking my ass. Fuck, what were my parents like? I thought.

I could feel daddy spreading my precious butt cheeks, his tongue finding my tight virgin butthole. [That's it, daddy, I thought. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I trust you! my head screamed.] Daddy pulled my tattered pantyhose off as much as he could. I could feel my legs shiver, a glorious cum just about there. I'm sure daddy knew because suddenly he stopped, his hand spanking my small ass hard, and he stood up. I was SO close! Fuck! Daddy came around in front of me, smirked maddeningly, picked me up, carried me to the bed, and threw me down, my legs spread and the shredded material flying about. He stood in front of me, his eyes as aroused, as his daddy-cock. He pulled the remaining pantyhose from my body, and threw them behind him. I saw him breathing hard and ragged, and was momentarily frightened.

He stared at me, picked up one leg, his mouth on my feet, and gently kissed them, his tongue sliding between my toes. His mouth kissed and licked my arch, my body spasming from the treatment. I felt his rough whiskers, adding to the sensuality of it all. His hands held my leg, as he touched me, his fingers sliding higher with every delicious lick. Daddy sucked each of my toes, my pussy aroused and ready for anything. I felt MomC next to me, pushing my fingers away from my needy cunt.

"No, sweetie. Daddy will take of that...soon," she whispered, her fingers swirling through my hair. I suddenly felt MumE on my other side, as if I was the meal in their little sandwich. My eyes begged theirs for a kiss, but they wouldn't.

Daddy continued to lavish his tongue and love on my little feet. Why hadn't any man ever done this to me before? Because they weren't my daddy, that's why! He set one foot down, and picked up my neglected one, unselfishly adoring this one, as much as the other. His secure hands ran up my legs, kneading and massaging them, then moved back to my foot. Up again, they trailed my open legs, heat and dew emanating from my cunt. My mummies would only brush my hair with their fingers, my body sighing under their loose grips.

Daddy's cock was still hard. [Fuck, I'm in trouble, I thought!] After God-knows-how-long, he gently placed my wobbly leg on the bed. He wiped his mouth with his hand, and crawled up between my spread legs, his lips lavishing sweet kisses the higher he rose. His nose nuzzled into the crease of my thigh, and then he moved up, tiny kisses on my stomach, my ribs, and teasingly around my excited breasts. He hovered over me on his arms, his cock leaking on my stomach, and he leaned down, and we kissed. I could only moan, "Take me, Daddy," as my body shook with desire. We kissed, but his body never touched mine. I tried to pull him down onto me, but he was too strong. I saw his devilish smirk, and wanted so much to slap or fuck him; either would do at this point!

His lips left mine, and he moved across my face, gently inhaling the warm scent of my hair. His tongue licked my ear, my body responding just as he imagined it would. He slid his hard body down my dampened one, kissing and licking as he did so. He flicked my needy nipples, but never sucked or licked them. Fuck this man! His hair tickled my chest as he brushed his lips over me, 'til finally, I could feel his teeth gently bite my sides, my flesh-covered ribs, and my stomach 'til he was between my thighs. I lifted my hips, urging him to taste, eat, and consume me! He lay there, just staring at my pussy, as if it was the first he had ever seen. I lifted my pelvis up again, and he slapped my thigh. I watched, transfixed, as he cupped my tiny ass, lifted me, leaned in, and inhaled my daughterly scent. Just...just...I thought! He slowly opened my pussy to his eager eyes with his fingers, splitting my now moist lips. I could feel his warm breath swooning over my now-butterflied labia, my scent drifting over the room.

He also tentatively ran his tongue through my parted slit, my back arching off the mattress, as he laid my ass back onto the bed.

"Ohhh....daddy...yes...just like...tha--" I moaned, as his tongue pierced my folds. His fingers made little runs around my vulva, as his tongue moved too slowly through me. He rubbed his face in my essence, as he prodded my cunt again, and again, the tip of his tongue rubbing my sensitive clit. His fingers moved to the crease between my thighs, as he fondled them, and his lips kissed, and licked my oozing pussy. I laid one hand on his head, his hair feeling wonderful underneath it. I held him onto my cunt, although that wasn't necessary.

"Mmmm, daddy...that's so...just...like...God...dadd--" I groaned, his tongue doing what it was made to do...take his daughter! "Oh, daddy. Your tongue is inside my pussy!" I shrieked, so happy, I thought I would burst or cum!

My mums were still of no help...at all! I was half expecting some fondling to help me along, or perhaps, a light lick of my breasts, but nothing! Grrrr! It didn't matter, as daddy knew his way around. His tongue was shoved up my pussy as far as he could, his fingers still playing with my vulva, and wafting over my hard clitty.