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Inviting Desire: Daddy
By Tonya Jone Miller | December 18, 2008
Ooooh this was a hard one for me to write. It’s strange, because it’s one of my most resonant fantasies. I’ve been rather prolific lately as you can tell from my postings, but for some reason this one didn’t want to come out. I guess it’s one thing to say “oh I have Lolita and Daddy fantasies” but it’s entirely another thing to document them for posterity, you know? I grew up mostly without my real father, who died when I was 22. No, I was never molested or raped by him or any other father figure. I hate having to qualify this by saying that, but I also think it’s important for people to know that you don’t necessarily have something wrong with you or some tragedy in your past if you have underage and/or incest fantasies. (Key word here being FANTASY. If you don’t get that, get help please.)
DADDY (first draft)
I’ve always liked seducing older men. I lost my virginity at 13 to a 16 year-old and never looked back. Since then, I have never slept with a guy who is younger than me. I mean, what’s the point? Older men just appreciate you more. My god, the way they look at me, like I’m some kind of china doll that will shatter in their hands if they actually work up the courage to touch me. I remember the very first time I realized the kind of power a young, sexually aggressive girl can wield over grown men who should know better…
I was 15, on a supposed trip to visit a pen pal in Los Angeles, and had finagled my way into the bed of a 28 year-old rock musician. I actually spent a few days with him, holed up in his Hollywood apartment before letting slip how old I really was. It was early evening, and we were both reading in his bed when I rolled over and unzipped his pants. He’d been starting to talk dirty to me, testing the waters of my kinkiness I think, when he asked the question he shouldn’t have.
“You are one naughty, nasty little girl, aren’t you? How’d you get to be so fucking hot at 18?”
I couldn’t help myself from giggling and looking up at him. There must have been a smidgen of guilt in my eyes, because his body instantly stiffened.
“Oh my God how old are you?”
I kept my eyes on his as I started sucking him off, but his hand gripping my hair yanked my head off his cock none too gently.
“How old ARE you?”
“Fifteen.”
I will never forget the look on his face. I thought he was going to throw me off the bed and run screaming. So I did the one thing I figured he wouldn’t be able to fight. I kept sucking. I could tell he wanted to pull out, but it just felt too damn good. In the three years I’d been giving blowjobs, I’d learned a trick or two, and I loved shocking a man with my ability to deep throat. He couldn’t quite bring himself to stop me. And neither could any of the men who followed.
I love playing up my little girl persona, wearing short pleated skirts and pigtails. That “oh my god I’m going to hell” groan that escapes a guy’s lips when he sees me all dolled up for the first time, a willing participant in his taboo fantasy. It is such a turn on! Lolita has always been one of my most favorite books ever, and now I finally really truly understand the song “Don’t Stand so Close to Me” by The Police.
The first time I called a man “Daddy” during sex it made me cum so hard I was amazed. It wasn’t that I was picturing my father, no, it’s that the idea of fucking daddy was just so wrong, so sick and twisted, it was perversely compelling. But you know, it’s not always so easy to find a man who can handle it. How do you broach the subject? I mean, you can’t just wait until you’re face down, ass up with your guy behind you and hit him with, “fuck me harder, Daddy!” Trust me, it’s not a good idea. I have seen my fair share of shocked faces and shrinking dicks at that most inopportune of times. It sucks.
But every so often, the right kind of man comes along. A guy who will pull me into his lap and slip his hand up my skirt, nuzzling my neck and asking me what kind of trouble I’ve been up to with the boys at school. How easily my voice creeps up a few registers and I transform into a giggling, blushing schoolgirl. More experienced than I want to let on, more wanton than I can hide, wiggling in Daddy’s lap and feeling his cock stiffen against my ass cheeks. And Daddy can never resist his little girl. Even though we both know it’s wrong, his fingers slip under my panties and I bury an embarrassed moan into his neck.
“Oh my naughty girl is wet. What a little slut you are.”
I nod in agreement. I’m his little slut, willing to do anything to make Daddy happy.
“Did you miss Daddy?”
I nod again.
“Well then be a good girl.”
I feel his hands gently pushing me down to the floor between his knees as he looks at me expectantly. I may want to play the innocent, but I know what to do. My fingers fumble with his fly and then…Success! Daddy is hard and wanting his babygirl. I move to suck him, but he can’t wait. His hands grasp my ass, pulling me up, grinding his hips against me. I think he’s going to have me ride him, but instead he picks me up and tosses me face down on the couch, bottom pushed up invitingly.
“That’s my little girl, show Daddy what a horny slut you are. Show Daddy how much you want him to fuck you.”
I reach back to spread my cheeks, knowing my dripping slit will be exposed. His warm chuckle assuages my embarrassment. And as he eases into me I feel so…Dirty…And clean, perfect, complete at the same time. Daddy wants me. Daddy loves me. And when he cums deep inside me, I know I am the best little girl in the whole wide world.
Topics: My Life | 1 Comment »
January 5th, 2009 at 7:53 pm
God… yes.