Page 15 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

“There are buttons in the back, Daddy will unbutton you,” he growled, dark slashes streaking his cheekbones. And shit, but was that his penis bulging against the crotch of his pants? I could see a hard length, a definite ridge in that cotton cloth, pulsing and huge. Oh shit, oh shit, my employer was already rock solid, ready to take me, and my pussy gushed suddenly in response, desperate to get it in me, desperate to feel a man for the first time.

But Mr. Lancaster was sure and deft. With a few swift movements, he’d undone the buttons on my dress in back and the material slipped off my shoulders to pool on the floor.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, taking in my huge breasts. Obviously as a little girl, I hadn’t worn a bra and my tits quivered before him, white, creamy, begging to be sucked, rosy nipples pointed straight at his mouth. But he held back.

“Baby,” he said slowly, holding up the pink panties. “We change our underwear at night too. You want Daddy to help you do that?”

And I bit my lip. Well I didn’t need help, but the way my pussy was gushing right now, yes, I desperately wanted his help, in whatever way, shape or form. So biting my lip, I nodded.

“Yes Daddy,” I whispered. “Help me change my panties.”

And with a low growl, those broad square hands went to each side of my hips, toying with the elastic.

“Mmm, baby girl, these panties are big girl panties,” he said with a frown. “Little girls don’t wear shit like this.”

Because I hadn’t thought to change my underwear earlier, so I still had on some Victoria’s Secret bikinis I’d picked up on sale. They were silky and cut high on the thighs, barely covering me in back, leaving little to the imagination.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his, totally under his spell. “I won’t wear them again. Take them off for me, please,” I murmured, moving my legs slightly apart to make the job easier.

And slowly, oh so slowly, Rob rolled the underwear down my hips, each inch so sensuous, his eyes never leaving my flesh. I stood before him like a trembling doe, barely breathing, breasts heaving in his face as more and more acreage was uncovered.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Fuck yeah.”

Because I’m a dirty girl, I was turned on by this Daddy play, and oh god, but my body showed it. As my panties made their way down, a long string of goo trailed from my cunt to the crotch of the underwear, the sticky white evidence of my desire.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re leaking,” he ground out, those blue eyes never leaving my cunt. “Mmm, fuck, Daddy better clean up this dirty pussy.”

And with that, Mr. Lancaster leaned forward and broke the string of female cum with his tongue. He stopped for a moment, tasting my nectar, savoring it in his mouth before smiling wickedly.

“My baby girl is delicious,” he murmured more to himself than anyone, “And honey, you’re dripping again, there’s more where it came from.”

I blushed because I was so turned on that my body was going haywire. The minute he’d tasted the string of goo, I’d merely gushed more, another heavy burst of female ambrosia dripping from my delicate hole, and now another sticky string hung from my cunt, dangling in midair, begging to be kissed and eaten.

And Mr. Lancaster didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, his big body knelt before me on the floor, that dark head level with my breasts, broad shoulders so wide, so dominant.

“Daddy’s gonna lick you clean,” he rasped, looking up for an instant and meeting my eyes before bending his head again. “Daddy’s gonna get his little girl clean,” and with that, he buried his tongue in my snatch.

“Ohhhh!” I moaned, throwing my head back. Oh god, it felt good, he was so thorough, that tongue so talented. Because Mr. Lancaster knew exactly how to kiss a woman’s pussy. In addition to delicious licks up and down my labia, he was totally thorough, holding my nether lips open to expose my insides, licking up and down inside my pink folds, trailing over my most sensitive parts. “Ohhh!” I moaned again, legs shivering, the sensation unbelievable.

But Mr. Lancaster wasn’t letting up, not now.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he ground out into my folds. “Put your hands on my shoulders as Daddy tastes this sweet little puss.”

And I almost keeled over then, had it not been for his big frame supporting me. Because Rob was now sucking on my clit before licking it a bit, touching his tongue to the hole where his dick would go before going back up to my bundle of nerves and sucking once more, making me squeal and shudder under his mouth.

“Ohhh!” I shrieked then, throwing my head back, profile tilted to the sky. “Ohhh, Daddy feels good!”

And the big man grunted with satisfaction, voice muffled in my sweetness.

“Honey, this cunt is grade A delicious, and you know what?” he rasped, glancing up at me for a moment. “It’ll feel even better when I fuck it. Will you let me do that? Will you let Daddy fuck your sweet pussy, will you let me put my thick cock into this tiny hole?” he asked, and with that, he pushed his tongue up into my vagina, probing my interior canal, the wet walls pulsing wildly, gushing like Niagara Falls.

But suddenly Mr. Lancaster jerked away, abruptly, like he’d tasted something bad, those big shoulders literally leaping back a whole foot.

“Unnnh?” I moaned, drowsily opening my eyes, barely able to focus, my brain in a daze. “Unnnh, Daddy? What’s wrong?” My pussy was crying out for his attention, dying for his lips, tongue, any part he wanted to put inside, and I thought he was enjoying it too. So why had he stopped? What the heck?

But Mr. Lancaster grabbed my hips then, looking up at me insistently, almost shaking me to rouse me from my stupor, blast me out of my daze.

“Melissa Anne,” he said sharply. “Are you a virgin? Tell Daddy,” he commanded, voice rough.

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