We Learn Together

This is my first attempt on literotica. Control is new to me and I want to explore its potential. Thanks to the chat and roleplay partners who have contributed ideas to this short story.

The daughter is 21. I am 56. Everyone else is well over 18.

We Learn Together - Part 1.

She scrambled, at last, into the passenger seat.

'Late,' I said.

'I couldn't find the skirt, it was buried in the back of the wardrobe.'

I looked down at her black mid-thigh skirt, her bare thin white legs now stretched comfortably into the footwell, and nodded approvingly. It was a good skirt.

'It will cost you of course,' I said, starting the engine as she buckled up. 'No orgasms today.'

Her dark brown eyes filled with tears, she knew I was displeased.

'Yes sir,' she said blinking back the tears.

'Not "sir", you haven't earned it yet. Daddy is fine.'

'Yes Daddy.'

As I drove the 4 miles I wondered if I'd done it right. This was new to both of us, this situation. This relationship.

'And what about the...other thing?'

'Yes Daddy.'

'Show me.'

She unbuckled and twisted towards me. She pulled up the skirt and opened her legs to show me her black knickers, the dried crusty smear of my ejaculation from yesterday morning still evident.

'Hmm, will need a top up. And you wore them to work like that? All day in the supermarket?'

'Yes Daddy.'

'And you masturbated in the toilets three times - morning break, lunch break and afternoon break?'

'Yes Daddy, but only to the very edge each time.'

'And you left your hands unwashed the whole day, while serving customers.'

'Yes Daddy'

She squirmed in her seat and squeezed her thighs together.

'And you wore them to bed last night.'

'Yes Daddy, but I didn't masturbate. I really wanted to.'

'Hmm. What a shame you were late this morning.'

I parked up opposite the tiny shop. It was still early and there were very few people about. She was still facing me with her skirt up. I wedged her thighs open with my hands and released my tumescent cock. Glancing occasionally to check for any passers by, I brought myself quickly to orgasm and spurted my fluid over the crotch of her knickers. The white globs formed and then quickly sunk into the material.

'That's better.'

~~~

'My daughter requires some leggings for her yoga, pale blue or pale grey. Small.'

'Certainly, sir this way.'

The fey salesman led us to the legwear section and pulled out two packets in scrunchy polythene wrappers.

'These are a good medium denier legging, stretchy and absorbent for...sweat for example.'

I ripped open the packet and studied the flimsy item. Good colour, light grey.

'OK, can she try them on, I'm not sure of the size.'

He looked nervous.

'Um, we don't have a changing area as such, but she can go over by the coffee maker.'

I handed her the leggings, sheer, more like footless tights actually. Her eyes shone as she sifted the soft fabric between finger and thumb, and made her way to the hidden corner of the shop. We followed.

She took off her trainers and socks and poked in one foot then the other, a glimpse of her stained knickers as she stretched the leggings over them, up to her waist.

She approached us, her legs sculpted by the tight material.

'Skirt off, please.'

Obediently she unzipped the black skirt from the back - the last she would see of it - and stepped out of it.

She looked down demurely, exposed and shy.

Her legs now sheathed in light grey, every contour of her muscles seemed heightened, as though drawn in charcoal. The space between her legs drew our gaze, and that of a random shopper as he pretended to peruse the selection of baseball caps. Her lips were prominent and already damp.

'They are perhaps a little snug sir, would the young lady would prefer the next size up?'

'No, the problem is the knickers. They are hampering the line and causing bunching. They'll have to come off. And try the blue this time.'

She walked unsteadily to the coffee area. Was she really going to do this? Was this what the new relationship meant? She had to, or else it would all collapse and they'd go back to how it was - unfulfilling, shameful.

She peeled them down, bringing the knickers with them, her vagina exposed and glistening. The wrapping was difficult for her, and she took far too long to open the packet. Finally she pulled the sky blue tights on, the waist band tickling her excited clitoris as they passed over it.

She handed me the worn pair and I extracted the knickers, handing them to the salesman to look after.

'See, this size is fine,' I said, yanking them higher up her waist, separating her lips and bringing her engorged clitoris sharply into view. Instinctively she placed her hands in front of her, covering her shame.

'Nope,' I said, and quickly tied her hands behind her back with the grey leggings.

'And you say these absorb all fluids easily?'

'Yes sir, there is a 10% polymer in the material.'

His voice had lost its feyness and was now thick with lust.

We stared between her legs as her arousal betrayed her, a pool of moisture forming in the pale crotch.

'Hmm, I wonder.'

I knelt before her and coaxed her to thrust her hips forward, her scent, a mixture of yesterday's staleness and this morning's freshly harvested, now overpowering.

I took out the little ball shaped vibrator and buzzed it up her slit, locating her exact spot. She stiffened, her thigh muscles taut, as a rivulet of juice oozed down. I looked at her and gave her a warning glare. No orgasms. She had been late.

As she approached crisis point I stopped. Helplessly she attempted to suck the toy back onto her, but to no avail.

As her lips pulsed behind the stretchy material, we watched her liquid darken the crotch.

I surveyed the scene like an expert pondering a slightly problematic musical score.

Once again I knelt. Once again I brought her to the brink. Once again her yearning cunt betrayed her and released its nectar.

'How long does the absorption usually take,' I asked.

'I....I really don't know, sir.'

He was useless now.

I knelt again and applied the vibrations, this time teasing some other areas. I felt her twitch. She wasn't going to make it, it was too powerful.

Suddenly she belched forth a massive squirt of orgasm that drenched the lower half of the leggings. She rubbed herself manically against the toy squeezing every ounce of pleasure despite the certain knowledge that I would be furious.

I untied her and she collapsed into my arms, limp and exhausted.

'I'm sorry, Daddy.'

I smiled and murmured close to her ear

'It's "sir" from now on.'

~~~