Page 9 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

“Unnnnh!” I moaned, my head falling back, mouth open, eyes closed. “Unnnnh, Mr. Lancaster!”

Because that’s all it took. Again, this was all completely new. Sure in the past, a few boys have begged me for a look, but that’s where the line was drawn. I couldn’t let those disgusting, pimple-faced teens actually feel my body, even the thought had made me cold and clammy, so I was a virgin in the truest sense, never penetrated, never touched.

But now, just the sensation of the big man’s fingers lightly resting against my most private places was my undoing. My head jerked back, body convulsing as I came hard, pussy gushing wetly, my anus clenching tightly as spasms overcame it.

“Unnnh!” I moaned again. “Oh!”

Because that’s what this man did to me. Mr. Lancaster was so dark, dominating, and gorgeous, those blue eyes eating me up as my lush assets trembled beneath him, spasming again and again, drenching his hand in my personal nectar.

“Unnnh!” I cried again. “Oh god!”

And he growled as I rolled through another orgasm, never moving his fingers, just letting his hand enjoy the spasms as my flesh convulsed, gushing ambrosia all over his digits.

“That’s right baby girl,” he ground out, eyes ablaze, never leaving my form, dick hard as rock within his pants. “Give it up for Daddy, let yourself go little slut.”

And I screamed once more, legs jerking spasmodically as he stroked my cunt and anus.

“Mmmmph!” I shrieked. “Mmmph, oh gawwwwd!”

And suddenly, the world went out like a light. My first time doing touchy feely was so amazing, so ungodly exciting, that the little death overtook me. Everything went stark white and then just as quickly, pitch black, and my limp limbs dropped to the lounger with thunks, head lolling to the side like a drunkard. Just a few leftover twitches shook my frame, like an earthquake’s aftershocks.

But thankfully, Mr. Lancaster was right there. The big man caught me in his strong arms, lifting my lifeless form into his lap and cradling me, gently stroking my curves, keeping me warm.

After a few seconds, the light reappeared. “Ummm?” I murmured, coming to, nodding groggily. “Unnh, what happened?” I asked, words garbled, voice bleary. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton, head reeling and woozy. Where was I?

But then it all came rushing back, and I jerked upright, gasping with shame. Oh shit, oh shit. I was pressed up against my employer’s broad chest, huge tits just inches from his mouth, pussy still creaming wetly, staining his pants. I was gonna be fired, my first day was gonna be my last, I’d just crossed an unseen line, hooking up with my boss within fifteen minutes of meeting him.

But Mr. Lancaster merely smirked, one big hand lightly caressing a breast, stroking the softness before tweaking a nipple and making me gasp.

“You came hard, little girl,” he rumbled. “You like being fucked, don’t you? You’re a very fuckable little girl.”

I flushed red then because I didn’t have an answer. As a virgin, I think I’d like having sex, I think it would be an amazing experience if the past fifteen minutes had been anything to judge. But I didn’t have a certain answer to the question, so I said the only thing that made sense.

“Yes Daddy,” I murmured obediently. “I’m yours to fuck however you want.”

And the big man rumbled deep in his throat then, blue eyes alive.

“That’s right,” he intoned, gaze intense. “Melly belongs to Daddy now. Can you say it little girl? Can you repeat after Daddy?”

And with a brave nod, I took a deep breath and obeyed.

“Melly belongs to Daddy,” I repeated, looking deep into those commanding eyes, letting the blue swallow me. “Melly belongs to Daddy.”

And with that, my three months began. Three months of what, I’m wasn’t sure, but all I knew was that I wanted more of Robert Lancaster, I wanted to go wherever he would take me, to let him use me, seduce me, love me … and I was going to enjoy every second as Daddy’s little girl.

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