Yes Daddy! (Age Play MF)
Yes Daddy!
Part One
Men are simple creatures. I figure it this way, men are excited by a very limited “type” of woman in their fantasies. It’s almost as if they have been conditioned to respond to these types. There are variations, but they tend to fall into three types.
The farmer’s daughter type is an old favorite among men. The sexy young, ripe yet inexperienced girl, who with a little persuasion, is ready to skin off her tight Daisy Duke’s for an old fashioned roll in the hay. Perhaps a trip into the woods for some serious love in nature. Let me just say that this is seriously not me! The idea of rolling around in a haystack in a dirty old barn or naked in the woods humping on a stump is a no go! Bugs… ewww!
Then there are those that like the long, leggy, big busted, bleach blonde, Marilyn Monroe type. You know, the ones who look just as gorgeous naked or in flimsy lingerie as they do in their glamorous dresses and high heels. The femme fatal kind of woman who just oozes sex and sexuality. Not me either. First off, I’m not tall, or leggy, or busty, and lingerie makes me feel like I’m dressing up in a costume. Not the way to make me feel sexy, or sensual. I feel almost comic, so that’s a no.
So I guess at this point, I should describe myself. I’m 21 and petite, with strawberry blonde hair. Let’s be honest, I’m short, only 5 feet tall in my socks, and less than 100 pounds dripping wet. I have small 32A breasts with pert, small nipples, a butt that I think looks like a boy, and lets just say that the carpet matches the d****s, if you know what I mean. I’ve got some nice legs, knees and calves, but if you’re looking for curves, that’s not me. I’m not skinny, but nothing sticks out too far.
Fortunately for me, I'm perfect for the third “type” of fantasy woman that men love: the school girl. It is the fantasy that my boyfriend absolutely goes crazy for! You know what I mean: Pleated skirts, knee socks, penny loafers, hair in pigtails. Innocent, fresh and untouched: Virgin.
Compared to me, my boyfriend is big. 6 foot 4 inches tall and 200 pounds of muscles. He works construction and his job keeps him in shape, really, really good shape! I love running my hands over his hairy chest and feeling the ripples of his muscles. He cock is large too. Not necessarily long, only about seven inches or so, but thick, as big around as my wrist. When I first saw it, I wondered if I could take all of it, but soon found out that I could, and I enjoy the hell out of it to say the least. I guess we make an odd looking pair, but I don’t care.
I probably should have known from the beginning that he had a *********** fantasy. I knew that he liked **********s, why else would he pick me? He always called me “Baby Girl”. But then he began buying me clothes that he wanted me to wear. Short skirts or tight shorts with “Hello Kitty” shirts bought in the girls section. White cotton panties and knee socks. I thought it was kinda cute, and I didn’t mind dressing for him. Made me feel kinda sexy too!
Then I found out how much this fantasy girl meant to him. One night we were just sitting around the apartment after work, just, watching some stupid show in the TV. I was dressed in shortie pajamas with Rainbow Dash on the front, my hair in two tails on either side of my head.. Rainbow Dash is my favorite My Little Pony character, and he loves to make me happy, so I have lots of them. My pink pajama shorts were wide legged and he could easily see my “Hello Kitty” panties underneath. I didn’t bother with a bra.
I noticed he had been watching me out of the corner of his eye, obviously struggling to keep his mind on the program. Finally he patted the couch next to him and said “Come here Baby Girl”. I smiled and said “Who Me?” but slid across the couch until I was snuggled in under his arm.
He leaned over and put his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… you smell good”, he said. I giggled. “I smell good all over!”, I responded. “That’s something I need to find out!”, he said. He pushed me gently back on to the couch and beginning at my neck he began to breathe me deeply in, exploring every exposed inch of my skin. I could feel his hot breath on me as he moved his face down my body, savoring my smell. As he passed my pussy, I heard him take an extra deep breath before moving to the bare skin of my legs. As he reached my ankles, he said “You do smell good all over. I wonder how you taste?”.
With that he began to retrace his path from my toes to my neck, nipping little kisses and licks along the way. Along the hem of my shorts, across the width of my thigh, he left a string of kisses and a little trail of his saliva behind as his tongue traced the outline of my shorts. By the time his kisses reached my neck, my breath was ragged, my pussy was wet,and my nipples hard as little pebbles in my shirt. Something he could not help but notice.
I heard him chuckle to himself and I felt his hand on my breast, through the soft fabric, finding the hard nub of my nipple, giving it a pinch. Just as quickly, he pulled my pajama top up and circled his lips around my nipple. Using his hands, lips and tongue, he gave my tits a good work out, licking, sucking, and squeezing, until I was panting and my panties were damp! Then I felt his kisses leave my breasts and make their way slowly down my belly and realized that at the same time, he had his hands on my shorts and was pulling them down, leaving me lying there in only my panties, with my shirt bunched up around my neck.
He put his face next to my pussy, only a thin strip of cotton in his way, and took a deep breath. “I’ve got to have a taste of this!”, he said. With that, he pulled my panties to one side and slid his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He licked me with long strokes of his tongue, from my dripping pussy to my clit and back. He dipped his tongue inside my pussy and I heard him say “Mmmm… you do taste good”. The lollipop licks had made me wetter than ever and I was beginning to thrust my hips involuntarily against his face when he finally began to concentrate his attention on my now very hard clit. He sucked with his lips, lashed with his tongue, blew softly on it, circling, circling, licking, sucking until very rapidly I was beginning to lose my grip on my surroundings and was getting ready to give in completely to my orgasm.
Then he slipped one of his thick fingers into my wet pussy and curled it up, stroking the inside wall. It was like an explosion. My orgasm ripped through me like fire! My clit was throbbing, my pussy was clenching, and my whole body was shuddering. I smashed my pussy into his face as his tongue and finger continued to lick and stroke me. I wanted to cum forever, but my ecstasy began to recede and he moved away from me.
When I regained enough connection with reality to realize what was going on, he had stripped his jeans and was standing in front of me, his hard, fat cock pointed at my face.
I lunged at it, falling to my knees in front of him, circling my small hand around the thick base, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my mouth down it, forcing it as deep as I could. I licked and sucked the head, shaft, even tickled his balls with my tongue. I wanted to make him cum as hard as he had made me cum. I pistoned my head on his cock, willing his cum to fill my mouth. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth and his hands were on my head. Unexpectedly, he pushed me gently away. “Not tonight, Baby Girl”.
Taking me by the hand, we walked back to the couch and he lay down, his cock pointing upward, still wet with my saliva. I knew what he wanted, so I mounted him, pulling my panties to one side, and sliding my pussy down the length of his cock until my ass cheeks rested on his balls.
Slowly at first, I began to move up and down, my wet pussy sliding on his cock. He reached up and cupped my small tits in his hands, pinching my hard nipples. The pleasure/pain of his rough pinch put me into overdrive. Soon I was riding him for everything I had. Pounding his cock deep inside of me, stretching me wider, feeling it reach the deepest depths of my pussy, I could feel his cock begin to pulse and I could feel his seed squirting deep inside me. I slammed my hips down hard on his cock and surrendered to my own twitching, moaning orgasm.
Afterward as I lay on top of him, his shrinking cock still in my pussy and my face lying on his chest, I said “That was wonderful!” “Call me Daddy”, he said. I smiled. “Yes Daddy”.
I knew that it was time to take his fantasy to the ultimate end. I was not just going to dress like his ***********, I was going to BE his ***********.
Part Two
Part of being his *********** was easy. I already had the body for it, I just needed to “package” it to my best advantage. Panties and knee socks were fine, but I wanted to go all the way, to immerse myself, and him in the fantasy so completely, that it would seem real.
I began shopping for a “school girl” outfit. You might think that this would be easy, after all almost all of the major lingerie companies have at least one outfit that’s supposed to let you dress up. Problem is, they are all over the top. Way too obvious that you are going for the fantasy! Really short pleated skirt that would never be seen on any school ground, see through shirts with silly little ties that to me just looked stupid. They generally added thigh high stockings to the mix, which to me completely ruined the look. So I had to go elsewhere.
I figured that if I were going to do it right, it had to be completely authentic, so I began to research actual school uniforms. In case you didn’t already know, the internet is a wonderful source of everything especially, apparently for perves!
It didn’t take me long to track down an online source for real school uniforms. A Catholic school supply website that offered uniforms: Plaid, pleated and everything! I looked up a local Catholic school to see what pattern they used. I was happy that their uniform was green plaid. Green against my pale skin and strawberry hair was perfect. A little bit of research and I converted my Junior size 3 body to a Girls size 14 dress and ordered my jumper complete with a pleated skirt.
Authenticity was my goal. I wanted to look like a student. It kind of got me a little excited when I started imagining myself in the outfit. I knew I would drive my boyfriend mad with lust!
I went to Target and bought a little white Cami bra with a little pink bow. My little tits would strain to fit in it, but I knew that was what I needed for the effect I wanted. A white polo shirt, white cotton panties, white knee socks and black loafers completed the ensemble.
With everything assembled, I decided that I would try it all on to make sure that the effect was perfect.
I took a shower, removed all my makeup and trimmed my pussy hair until it was little more than a pale ginger fuzz covering my mound. Pulled my hair into two pigtails on either side of my head. I slipped on the bra, white panties and knee socks. Pulled on the polo shirt and jumper, and slipped on my shoes.
I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and let out a gasp! It was perfect! If I hadn’t known it was me, I would have sworn that I was looking at an 8th grade girl from the local Catholic school, my slightly freckled face fresh and innocent. I was happy because I knew what the effect was going to be on my boyfriend. I could almost see his cock hardening when he saw his Baby Girl, I also realized that thinking about how he would react, was making me horny.
I sat on the floor in front of my mirror, admiring my perfect outfit, and flashed my panties at myself. I could see the beginnings of a wet spot in them, and that excited me more.
Leaning back against the side of the bed, I brought my knees up a bit, spreading them slightly apart, my skirt falling aside to uncover my thighs. I now had a clear view in the mirror of my mound straining behind the thin cotton fabric. I watched as my fingers traced the outline of my panties and my breath caught in my throat. Softly I stroked the line of my slit beneath the fabric and could feel my clit hardening under my finger.
There was something so erotic watching this *********** touching herself in the mirror that I soon had one hand in my bra squeezing my nipple and my other hand shoved beneath my panties stroking my pussy hard.
I closed my eyes and imagined my big man, my Daddy, fingering my pussy. Licking me, fucking me with his big cock. As I reached orgasm, I cried out “Oh Daddy, YES Daddy!”.
Everything was in place. Now to pick the time and place. It had to be right. It had to be real.
Part Three
My opportunity came a few days later when Daddy announced that he had to be out of town for a few days to make a bid on a new construction job in a nearby town.
Although I hated him being away, I loved to send him sexy pics while he was gone. A hard nipple beneath a tight shirt; a closeup of my mound beneath my panties. Nothing too explicit, but something to make sure he was thinking about me. And it would also guarantee that he would be horny as hell when he got home.
Finally he texted me that he was on his way home and would be back in town around 3:30 that afternoon. His timing couldn’t have been better. I texted him back and asked him to pick me up at a certain street corner that just so happened to be only a block from our local Catholic school. He would be picking up his *********** from school, and the fun could begin.
As the time approached, I dressed in my simple cami, panties, socks, my polo shirt and jumper, slid on my shoes, and looked at myself in the mirror. The *********** stared back at me. I pulled my hair into their pigtails and called Uber for a ride. No sense leaving my car on the street. The look I got from the driver was one of surprise, but like any good driver, he minded his own business and dropped me off at the corner where Daddy was going to meet me.
As I exited the Uber, I heard the distant ringing of the school’s bell announcing the end of classes for the day. Soon little ****s of girls and boys with the familiar green plaid began to walk by me. Not one gave me a second look. The effect was so perfect that even they couldn’t tell the difference.
I had not been standing there more than a few minutes when I saw Daddy’s truck pull alongside the curb just a few feet from where I was. I walked up, stepped up on the running board, stuck my head in the passenger window and said “Hi Daddy!”
His head snapped around and I could see a look of disbelief on his face, almost as if he didn’t recognize me. That was quickly replaced by surprise and then something else. Something more primal. I could see that he was going to embrace the fantasy completely when he said, “Hop in Baby Girl”. “Let’s go home.”
I climbed up into the truck and sat cross legged in the seat, allowing my skirt to ride up over my knees, and put my best pouty face on.
“I’m so mad!”, I said.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”, he inquired.
“There were some girls being mean to me. They teased me about my freckles and my red hair.”
“Oh I see”, he said. “You know they’re just jealous.”
“Why would they be jealous of me”, I responded.
“Because they know that boys love girls with red hair and freckles.”
We pulled up in front of the apartment and went upstairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed the stairs. I walked across the room and flounced down on the couch, kicking off my shoes. My skirt had ridden up over my thighs but I pulled it modestly down over my knees as he sat down beside me.
“But why would boys love me”, I asked.
“You’re getting to be a very pretty young lady”, he said. “Lots of boys will be attracted to you.”
He reached over and placed his hand on my knee, sliding the skirt up until it rested on my thigh. Goosebumps erupted across my leg at his touch and it was like an electric shock went through me.
“You have lovely legs”, he said. “Boys always love a nice pair of legs”.
“Do you really think so Daddy?”, I said, pulling the hem of the skirt up to expose my thighs completely, stopping just short of showing my panties.
“Oh yes”, he said and I could see the gleam of lust in his eyes.
“Boys like a nice behind too”, he said. “You’ve got a very nice behind.”
“Really”, I said? “I’ve never really thought about that before”. I stood up from the couch and gathered the skirt in my hand, pulled it up over my ass before turning it towards him. “Do you really think it’s nice?”.
He reached out and cupped one ass cheek in his hand, giving a bit of a squeeze. “Definitely”.
I pushed back against his hand and moved back towards the couch, climbing up into his lap.
“I love you, Daddy”, I said. “You are always so good to me”
“I love you too, Baby Girl.”
“Tell me Daddy, what else do boys like?”
“Well”, he said, hesitating for a moment as though not sure how to proceed, boys love a pretty pair of titties.”
“Mommy says to call them breasts”, I said in a disapproving manner. Then I smiled up at him. “Do I have pretty titties, Daddy?”, I asked, turning my face away from him as though embarrassed by my question.
“Well now sweetie, I don’t really know”, he said. “I’d have to see them to be sure.”
I shrugged the jumper off my shoulders and in one quick move, I had pulled my polo shirt over my head. My nipples were beginning to harden and they showed plainly through the cami bra.
He turned his head, looking as though to give my tits a good appraisal. “Well you certainly are getting to be a big girl, aren’t you?, he said. He reached out and pulled the cami up over my head, tossing it on the floor, exposing my small breasts. “Yes, they are nice”.
He cupped one breast in his big hand, gently squeezing. I could not help but let out a sigh. He lowered his head and encircled one hard nipple with his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
I wiggled my ass in his lap and could feel his cock beginning to harden in his pants.
“Oh Daddy”, I panted.
He continued to caress my breasts, alternating nipples until I was breathing heavily. Lifting me off his lap, he laid me gently on the couch.
“You know what else boys like”, he asked. “Boys like a pretty pussy”. “Do you have a pretty pussy?” he asked.
“Tell me Daddy”, I said, reaching beneath my skirt and raising my hips, I slid my panties off. I shyly pulled my skirt back down, but It didn’t take long before he had lifted it back up, exposing my mound. He took my leg and lifted it over the back of the couch, leaving me splayed open for his inspection.
His fingers began tracing my mound, moving slowly through the soft peach fuzz of my pubic hair, down the gap between my pussy and thighs. Reaching to the bottom of my slit, he inserted his finger slightly and drew it upward until he found my already hard clit, flicking it with his finger tip. I gasped, and my hips involuntarily thrust upward.
Almost instantly, his face was buried in my pussy. His tongue was everywhere: inside, outside, licking my lips, circling my clit. His hands were beneath me, cupping the cheeks of my ass, lifting me, pulling my pussy harder against his face. I knew I was going to cum. The excitement of the fantasy had been building in me and I was primed when he slid first one, then two fingers in my wet pussy.
That was it! I began to orgasm, bucking my hips against his face. Shoving my pussy down on his probing fingers, throbbing, clutching. “Oh Daddy”, I cried out. “Yes Daddy!”.
As I began to recover, he scooped me up in his arms, pulling me back into his lap, holding me close. He kissed me and I could taste my own juices on his lips. “You have a very pretty pussy, Baby Girl”, he said.
Part Four
As I sat in his lap and leaned against him, my breathing finally coming back under control, I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass.
I wiggled my ass against his cock.
“Daddy, I’ve always wondered about what boys have “down there’.”
“Would you like Daddy to show you Baby Girl?”
I lowered my head, looking coy. “Uh huh.”
He moved me off his lap, standing, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped the fly. “Are you sure?”, he said.
“Yes Daddy.”
He lowered his jeans and his cock literally sprung up. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock, unrestrained, pointed to the sky. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his jeans off, and took a step back towards the couch, his cock level with my face.
He was hard and big. I had seen his cock hard before, but this time it looked bigger than I had seen it.
“Do you want to touch it?”, he asked.
I nodded and extended my hand, gliding my fingers across the head. His cock jerked in response. I slid off the couch and fell to my knees in front of him. I circled his cock with my fingers, sliding down the shaft until I reached his balls, heavy with days of unrelieved desire.
“Daddy, it’s so big”, I said
Almost u*********sly, my face had been getting close to his cock, following my hands until my mouth was just inches from the bulbous head. I felt his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer.
“Open your mouth”, he said.
“Yes Daddy”
For an innocent, I turned out to be a pretty good cock sucker. I licked, I sucked, I squeezed. I played with his balls. I massaged his perineum. I was holding his glans in my mouth, circled with my lips, my tongue exploring his little slit, when he grabbed my pigtails and began to pull me even closer, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I struggled with the girth, but soon his cock reached the back of my throat and my lips reached the base of his cock. Still holding me by my pigtails, as though they were reins, he slowly withdrew and then began to fuck my mouth in long strokes, pulling me in by my hair.
I could feel him withdraw until the head was just inside my lips and then push forward again until he was again buried in my mouth as far as he could go.
I could hear his breathing quicken and knew that it would not be long before his hot cum would be flooding my mouth. But he slowed his thrusting, then stopped, and withdrew from my mouth.
He bent over and kissed me, encircling my with his strong arms and carrying me back to the couch, where he lay me down. I must have looked like a sexual tornado had hit me. My jumper was bunched around my waist, my tits and pussy exposed, but I still had my socks on. The rest of my clothes were s**ttered about the room.
He stood by the couch staring at me with undisguised lust and pulling off his shirt, he said “Roll over”.
As I rolled, he grabbed a couch cushion and slid it beneath my belly, forcing my ass upward, opening my legs and pussy to him.
“Are you ready?”, he asked.
My pussy was wet with excitement and already anticipating his cock.
“Oh yes Daddy, please.”
He positioned himself behind me and, grabbing his cock, slid it’s head up and down my slit, gathering my wetness to ease his entry.
As his cock head touched my clit, I involuntarily pushed my hips forward against the pillow.
He reached out and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back towards his cock.
“Oh no Baby Girl, you’re not going anywhere”, he said.
With that, he placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and with one long, fluid motion, slid his length into me until I felt the head of his cock touch the entrance to my womb.
I was completely full of his cock and it felt wonderful. I wiggled my ass against him, loving the feeling of his cock shifting in my pussy.
I could also feel the heat of my passion rising, and I knew that it wouldn’t take long until he had me cumming again.
He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside and then repeated the long stroke all the way into the depths of my pussy. Slowly repeating, in and out. It was wonderful, it was excruciating in its pleasure. Soon I was on the edge of exploding in orgasm, but his long slow strokes kept me there, on the edge, so close. All I could think about was cumming. I didn’t just want to cum, I needed to cum.
“Daddy please. Fuck me hard”, I begged.
With that, his slow strokes turned into a rapid pistoning of his cock. He slammed into me with a ferocity that said he owned this pussy and he was going to do what he wanted to me.
I began to cum, hard. My body was twitching and my pussy was spasming against his cock. I melted into ecstatic pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, slowing his stroke as I came.
But Daddy didn’t fill me with his cum. He had other things on his mind.
Part Five
He pulled his cock from my sopping wet pussy and I felt him slide two fingers inside me. His fingers reignited my passion, a little flame inside my belly that was beginning to burn again.
He slid his wet fingers out of my pussy and drew them upward to where my little pink pucker was. He spread the wetness around and began to massage my little hole.
He repeated this until the area was wet with my pussy juices, then he began to insert one of his fingers into my ass.
I had never done anal before and my ass was a total virgin. I almost went out of character. “No Daddy, please”, I said. “Not that”.
He continued to work his big finger deeper into my ass.
“Oh I’m going to have you Baby Girl”, he said. “You should try to relax”.
“But Daddy, you are so big, and I am so small”, I said, true concern in my voice.
By now his finger was knuckle deep in my ass and he began to slide it back out again.
“That’s what is going to make it so good”, he said.
Soon his finger was joined by a second and I could feel a little pain from the stretching of my asshole. On one of his downstrokes, I grunted, but pushed back against his fingers.
“Sounds like you’re ready”, he said.
He repositioned himself between my legs, pulled my ass towards him, and slid his cock back into my pussy.
For a moment I felt relieved that maybe he had decided to just fuck me, but I realized that he was just wetting his cock, lubricating it for the plunge into my tight hole.
He withdrew from my pussy and with his strong hands, spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel his cock head against my hole, gently but persistently pushing, demanding entrance to me. I tried to relax as best as I could, but his large cock was stretching me where I had never been stretched before. The pain flared when I felt the head slide inside, my pucker tightening again behind the fat mushroom.
“Daddy”, I said. “Please be gentle with me.”
He paused, waiting for me to adjust, then he resumed, slowly pushing his cock in me. My asshole protested at the intrusion as the thick shaft of his cock stretched it further. I had my face buried in a couch pillow, whimpering as the pain swept over me. Suddenly he stopped and I realized that his cock was buried as far as it would go into me, and that his balls were resting against the wet lips of my pussy.
He held still inside me as my ass stretched and loosened to fit his cock, and soon the pain had receded, I began to realize that the feeling of his cock buried deep in my ass felt good, really good. The little flame that had been burning in my stomach flared again as he slowly began to withdraw his cock.
As he had with my pussy, he slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside me, and then slowly thrust forward until he was all the way in again. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. Pleasure and pain all in one.
I wondered whether my tight little asshole and warm bowels felt good on his cock. As if in response to my unasked question, he increased his pace, sliding in and out and I could hear his breathing begin to quicken again. I knew he was going to cum soon, and I wanted to cum with him.
I slid my hand between my legs and found my pussy wet and dripping. Dipping two fingers inside, I withdrew them wet and slick and found that my clit was already hard and poking out between my lips. I began to rub the little nub between my two fingers, and the little flame of passion and pleasure soon was a roaring fire between my legs.
I could hear Daddy’s ragged breath as he thrust into me and I knew he was about to cum. I doubled the action on my clit and with his last downstroke I could feel his cock twitching in my ass, squirting his hot liquid inside me. He held still, as his cock emptied in me, pulsing and jerking. That set off my own orgasm, and I found myself thrusting hard back against his cock while we both came.
We lay cuddling on the couch afterwards, spooning so that I could feel his softening cock against the cheeks of my ass, so completely sated in our lust that we were both totally exhausted.
“Was it everything you expected for your first time, Baby Girl?, he asked.
“Yes Daddy”.
Part One
Men are simple creatures. I figure it this way, men are excited by a very limited “type” of woman in their fantasies. It’s almost as if they have been conditioned to respond to these types. There are variations, but they tend to fall into three types.
The farmer’s daughter type is an old favorite among men. The sexy young, ripe yet inexperienced girl, who with a little persuasion, is ready to skin off her tight Daisy Duke’s for an old fashioned roll in the hay. Perhaps a trip into the woods for some serious love in nature. Let me just say that this is seriously not me! The idea of rolling around in a haystack in a dirty old barn or naked in the woods humping on a stump is a no go! Bugs… ewww!
Then there are those that like the long, leggy, big busted, bleach blonde, Marilyn Monroe type. You know, the ones who look just as gorgeous naked or in flimsy lingerie as they do in their glamorous dresses and high heels. The femme fatal kind of woman who just oozes sex and sexuality. Not me either. First off, I’m not tall, or leggy, or busty, and lingerie makes me feel like I’m dressing up in a costume. Not the way to make me feel sexy, or sensual. I feel almost comic, so that’s a no.
So I guess at this point, I should describe myself. I’m 21 and petite, with strawberry blonde hair. Let’s be honest, I’m short, only 5 feet tall in my socks, and less than 100 pounds dripping wet. I have small 32A breasts with pert, small nipples, a butt that I think looks like a boy, and lets just say that the carpet matches the d****s, if you know what I mean. I’ve got some nice legs, knees and calves, but if you’re looking for curves, that’s not me. I’m not skinny, but nothing sticks out too far.
Fortunately for me, I'm perfect for the third “type” of fantasy woman that men love: the school girl. It is the fantasy that my boyfriend absolutely goes crazy for! You know what I mean: Pleated skirts, knee socks, penny loafers, hair in pigtails. Innocent, fresh and untouched: Virgin.
Compared to me, my boyfriend is big. 6 foot 4 inches tall and 200 pounds of muscles. He works construction and his job keeps him in shape, really, really good shape! I love running my hands over his hairy chest and feeling the ripples of his muscles. He cock is large too. Not necessarily long, only about seven inches or so, but thick, as big around as my wrist. When I first saw it, I wondered if I could take all of it, but soon found out that I could, and I enjoy the hell out of it to say the least. I guess we make an odd looking pair, but I don’t care.
I probably should have known from the beginning that he had a *********** fantasy. I knew that he liked **********s, why else would he pick me? He always called me “Baby Girl”. But then he began buying me clothes that he wanted me to wear. Short skirts or tight shorts with “Hello Kitty” shirts bought in the girls section. White cotton panties and knee socks. I thought it was kinda cute, and I didn’t mind dressing for him. Made me feel kinda sexy too!
Then I found out how much this fantasy girl meant to him. One night we were just sitting around the apartment after work, just, watching some stupid show in the TV. I was dressed in shortie pajamas with Rainbow Dash on the front, my hair in two tails on either side of my head.. Rainbow Dash is my favorite My Little Pony character, and he loves to make me happy, so I have lots of them. My pink pajama shorts were wide legged and he could easily see my “Hello Kitty” panties underneath. I didn’t bother with a bra.
I noticed he had been watching me out of the corner of his eye, obviously struggling to keep his mind on the program. Finally he patted the couch next to him and said “Come here Baby Girl”. I smiled and said “Who Me?” but slid across the couch until I was snuggled in under his arm.
He leaned over and put his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… you smell good”, he said. I giggled. “I smell good all over!”, I responded. “That’s something I need to find out!”, he said. He pushed me gently back on to the couch and beginning at my neck he began to breathe me deeply in, exploring every exposed inch of my skin. I could feel his hot breath on me as he moved his face down my body, savoring my smell. As he passed my pussy, I heard him take an extra deep breath before moving to the bare skin of my legs. As he reached my ankles, he said “You do smell good all over. I wonder how you taste?”.
With that he began to retrace his path from my toes to my neck, nipping little kisses and licks along the way. Along the hem of my shorts, across the width of my thigh, he left a string of kisses and a little trail of his saliva behind as his tongue traced the outline of my shorts. By the time his kisses reached my neck, my breath was ragged, my pussy was wet,and my nipples hard as little pebbles in my shirt. Something he could not help but notice.
I heard him chuckle to himself and I felt his hand on my breast, through the soft fabric, finding the hard nub of my nipple, giving it a pinch. Just as quickly, he pulled my pajama top up and circled his lips around my nipple. Using his hands, lips and tongue, he gave my tits a good work out, licking, sucking, and squeezing, until I was panting and my panties were damp! Then I felt his kisses leave my breasts and make their way slowly down my belly and realized that at the same time, he had his hands on my shorts and was pulling them down, leaving me lying there in only my panties, with my shirt bunched up around my neck.
He put his face next to my pussy, only a thin strip of cotton in his way, and took a deep breath. “I’ve got to have a taste of this!”, he said. With that, he pulled my panties to one side and slid his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He licked me with long strokes of his tongue, from my dripping pussy to my clit and back. He dipped his tongue inside my pussy and I heard him say “Mmmm… you do taste good”. The lollipop licks had made me wetter than ever and I was beginning to thrust my hips involuntarily against his face when he finally began to concentrate his attention on my now very hard clit. He sucked with his lips, lashed with his tongue, blew softly on it, circling, circling, licking, sucking until very rapidly I was beginning to lose my grip on my surroundings and was getting ready to give in completely to my orgasm.
Then he slipped one of his thick fingers into my wet pussy and curled it up, stroking the inside wall. It was like an explosion. My orgasm ripped through me like fire! My clit was throbbing, my pussy was clenching, and my whole body was shuddering. I smashed my pussy into his face as his tongue and finger continued to lick and stroke me. I wanted to cum forever, but my ecstasy began to recede and he moved away from me.
When I regained enough connection with reality to realize what was going on, he had stripped his jeans and was standing in front of me, his hard, fat cock pointed at my face.
I lunged at it, falling to my knees in front of him, circling my small hand around the thick base, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my mouth down it, forcing it as deep as I could. I licked and sucked the head, shaft, even tickled his balls with my tongue. I wanted to make him cum as hard as he had made me cum. I pistoned my head on his cock, willing his cum to fill my mouth. I could feel him growing larger in my mouth and his hands were on my head. Unexpectedly, he pushed me gently away. “Not tonight, Baby Girl”.
Taking me by the hand, we walked back to the couch and he lay down, his cock pointing upward, still wet with my saliva. I knew what he wanted, so I mounted him, pulling my panties to one side, and sliding my pussy down the length of his cock until my ass cheeks rested on his balls.
Slowly at first, I began to move up and down, my wet pussy sliding on his cock. He reached up and cupped my small tits in his hands, pinching my hard nipples. The pleasure/pain of his rough pinch put me into overdrive. Soon I was riding him for everything I had. Pounding his cock deep inside of me, stretching me wider, feeling it reach the deepest depths of my pussy, I could feel his cock begin to pulse and I could feel his seed squirting deep inside me. I slammed my hips down hard on his cock and surrendered to my own twitching, moaning orgasm.
Afterward as I lay on top of him, his shrinking cock still in my pussy and my face lying on his chest, I said “That was wonderful!” “Call me Daddy”, he said. I smiled. “Yes Daddy”.
I knew that it was time to take his fantasy to the ultimate end. I was not just going to dress like his ***********, I was going to BE his ***********.
Part Two
Part of being his *********** was easy. I already had the body for it, I just needed to “package” it to my best advantage. Panties and knee socks were fine, but I wanted to go all the way, to immerse myself, and him in the fantasy so completely, that it would seem real.
I began shopping for a “school girl” outfit. You might think that this would be easy, after all almost all of the major lingerie companies have at least one outfit that’s supposed to let you dress up. Problem is, they are all over the top. Way too obvious that you are going for the fantasy! Really short pleated skirt that would never be seen on any school ground, see through shirts with silly little ties that to me just looked stupid. They generally added thigh high stockings to the mix, which to me completely ruined the look. So I had to go elsewhere.
I figured that if I were going to do it right, it had to be completely authentic, so I began to research actual school uniforms. In case you didn’t already know, the internet is a wonderful source of everything especially, apparently for perves!
It didn’t take me long to track down an online source for real school uniforms. A Catholic school supply website that offered uniforms: Plaid, pleated and everything! I looked up a local Catholic school to see what pattern they used. I was happy that their uniform was green plaid. Green against my pale skin and strawberry hair was perfect. A little bit of research and I converted my Junior size 3 body to a Girls size 14 dress and ordered my jumper complete with a pleated skirt.
Authenticity was my goal. I wanted to look like a student. It kind of got me a little excited when I started imagining myself in the outfit. I knew I would drive my boyfriend mad with lust!
I went to Target and bought a little white Cami bra with a little pink bow. My little tits would strain to fit in it, but I knew that was what I needed for the effect I wanted. A white polo shirt, white cotton panties, white knee socks and black loafers completed the ensemble.
With everything assembled, I decided that I would try it all on to make sure that the effect was perfect.
I took a shower, removed all my makeup and trimmed my pussy hair until it was little more than a pale ginger fuzz covering my mound. Pulled my hair into two pigtails on either side of my head. I slipped on the bra, white panties and knee socks. Pulled on the polo shirt and jumper, and slipped on my shoes.
I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and let out a gasp! It was perfect! If I hadn’t known it was me, I would have sworn that I was looking at an 8th grade girl from the local Catholic school, my slightly freckled face fresh and innocent. I was happy because I knew what the effect was going to be on my boyfriend. I could almost see his cock hardening when he saw his Baby Girl, I also realized that thinking about how he would react, was making me horny.
I sat on the floor in front of my mirror, admiring my perfect outfit, and flashed my panties at myself. I could see the beginnings of a wet spot in them, and that excited me more.
Leaning back against the side of the bed, I brought my knees up a bit, spreading them slightly apart, my skirt falling aside to uncover my thighs. I now had a clear view in the mirror of my mound straining behind the thin cotton fabric. I watched as my fingers traced the outline of my panties and my breath caught in my throat. Softly I stroked the line of my slit beneath the fabric and could feel my clit hardening under my finger.
There was something so erotic watching this *********** touching herself in the mirror that I soon had one hand in my bra squeezing my nipple and my other hand shoved beneath my panties stroking my pussy hard.
I closed my eyes and imagined my big man, my Daddy, fingering my pussy. Licking me, fucking me with his big cock. As I reached orgasm, I cried out “Oh Daddy, YES Daddy!”.
Everything was in place. Now to pick the time and place. It had to be right. It had to be real.
Part Three
My opportunity came a few days later when Daddy announced that he had to be out of town for a few days to make a bid on a new construction job in a nearby town.
Although I hated him being away, I loved to send him sexy pics while he was gone. A hard nipple beneath a tight shirt; a closeup of my mound beneath my panties. Nothing too explicit, but something to make sure he was thinking about me. And it would also guarantee that he would be horny as hell when he got home.
Finally he texted me that he was on his way home and would be back in town around 3:30 that afternoon. His timing couldn’t have been better. I texted him back and asked him to pick me up at a certain street corner that just so happened to be only a block from our local Catholic school. He would be picking up his *********** from school, and the fun could begin.
As the time approached, I dressed in my simple cami, panties, socks, my polo shirt and jumper, slid on my shoes, and looked at myself in the mirror. The *********** stared back at me. I pulled my hair into their pigtails and called Uber for a ride. No sense leaving my car on the street. The look I got from the driver was one of surprise, but like any good driver, he minded his own business and dropped me off at the corner where Daddy was going to meet me.
As I exited the Uber, I heard the distant ringing of the school’s bell announcing the end of classes for the day. Soon little ****s of girls and boys with the familiar green plaid began to walk by me. Not one gave me a second look. The effect was so perfect that even they couldn’t tell the difference.
I had not been standing there more than a few minutes when I saw Daddy’s truck pull alongside the curb just a few feet from where I was. I walked up, stepped up on the running board, stuck my head in the passenger window and said “Hi Daddy!”
His head snapped around and I could see a look of disbelief on his face, almost as if he didn’t recognize me. That was quickly replaced by surprise and then something else. Something more primal. I could see that he was going to embrace the fantasy completely when he said, “Hop in Baby Girl”. “Let’s go home.”
I climbed up into the truck and sat cross legged in the seat, allowing my skirt to ride up over my knees, and put my best pouty face on.
“I’m so mad!”, I said.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”, he inquired.
“There were some girls being mean to me. They teased me about my freckles and my red hair.”
“Oh I see”, he said. “You know they’re just jealous.”
“Why would they be jealous of me”, I responded.
“Because they know that boys love girls with red hair and freckles.”
We pulled up in front of the apartment and went upstairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed the stairs. I walked across the room and flounced down on the couch, kicking off my shoes. My skirt had ridden up over my thighs but I pulled it modestly down over my knees as he sat down beside me.
“But why would boys love me”, I asked.
“You’re getting to be a very pretty young lady”, he said. “Lots of boys will be attracted to you.”
He reached over and placed his hand on my knee, sliding the skirt up until it rested on my thigh. Goosebumps erupted across my leg at his touch and it was like an electric shock went through me.
“You have lovely legs”, he said. “Boys always love a nice pair of legs”.
“Do you really think so Daddy?”, I said, pulling the hem of the skirt up to expose my thighs completely, stopping just short of showing my panties.
“Oh yes”, he said and I could see the gleam of lust in his eyes.
“Boys like a nice behind too”, he said. “You’ve got a very nice behind.”
“Really”, I said? “I’ve never really thought about that before”. I stood up from the couch and gathered the skirt in my hand, pulled it up over my ass before turning it towards him. “Do you really think it’s nice?”.
He reached out and cupped one ass cheek in his hand, giving a bit of a squeeze. “Definitely”.
I pushed back against his hand and moved back towards the couch, climbing up into his lap.
“I love you, Daddy”, I said. “You are always so good to me”
“I love you too, Baby Girl.”
“Tell me Daddy, what else do boys like?”
“Well”, he said, hesitating for a moment as though not sure how to proceed, boys love a pretty pair of titties.”
“Mommy says to call them breasts”, I said in a disapproving manner. Then I smiled up at him. “Do I have pretty titties, Daddy?”, I asked, turning my face away from him as though embarrassed by my question.
“Well now sweetie, I don’t really know”, he said. “I’d have to see them to be sure.”
I shrugged the jumper off my shoulders and in one quick move, I had pulled my polo shirt over my head. My nipples were beginning to harden and they showed plainly through the cami bra.
He turned his head, looking as though to give my tits a good appraisal. “Well you certainly are getting to be a big girl, aren’t you?, he said. He reached out and pulled the cami up over my head, tossing it on the floor, exposing my small breasts. “Yes, they are nice”.
He cupped one breast in his big hand, gently squeezing. I could not help but let out a sigh. He lowered his head and encircled one hard nipple with his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
I wiggled my ass in his lap and could feel his cock beginning to harden in his pants.
“Oh Daddy”, I panted.
He continued to caress my breasts, alternating nipples until I was breathing heavily. Lifting me off his lap, he laid me gently on the couch.
“You know what else boys like”, he asked. “Boys like a pretty pussy”. “Do you have a pretty pussy?” he asked.
“Tell me Daddy”, I said, reaching beneath my skirt and raising my hips, I slid my panties off. I shyly pulled my skirt back down, but It didn’t take long before he had lifted it back up, exposing my mound. He took my leg and lifted it over the back of the couch, leaving me splayed open for his inspection.
His fingers began tracing my mound, moving slowly through the soft peach fuzz of my pubic hair, down the gap between my pussy and thighs. Reaching to the bottom of my slit, he inserted his finger slightly and drew it upward until he found my already hard clit, flicking it with his finger tip. I gasped, and my hips involuntarily thrust upward.
Almost instantly, his face was buried in my pussy. His tongue was everywhere: inside, outside, licking my lips, circling my clit. His hands were beneath me, cupping the cheeks of my ass, lifting me, pulling my pussy harder against his face. I knew I was going to cum. The excitement of the fantasy had been building in me and I was primed when he slid first one, then two fingers in my wet pussy.
That was it! I began to orgasm, bucking my hips against his face. Shoving my pussy down on his probing fingers, throbbing, clutching. “Oh Daddy”, I cried out. “Yes Daddy!”.
As I began to recover, he scooped me up in his arms, pulling me back into his lap, holding me close. He kissed me and I could taste my own juices on his lips. “You have a very pretty pussy, Baby Girl”, he said.
Part Four
As I sat in his lap and leaned against him, my breathing finally coming back under control, I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass.
I wiggled my ass against his cock.
“Daddy, I’ve always wondered about what boys have “down there’.”
“Would you like Daddy to show you Baby Girl?”
I lowered my head, looking coy. “Uh huh.”
He moved me off his lap, standing, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped the fly. “Are you sure?”, he said.
“Yes Daddy.”
He lowered his jeans and his cock literally sprung up. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock, unrestrained, pointed to the sky. He kicked off his shoes, pulled his jeans off, and took a step back towards the couch, his cock level with my face.
He was hard and big. I had seen his cock hard before, but this time it looked bigger than I had seen it.
“Do you want to touch it?”, he asked.
I nodded and extended my hand, gliding my fingers across the head. His cock jerked in response. I slid off the couch and fell to my knees in front of him. I circled his cock with my fingers, sliding down the shaft until I reached his balls, heavy with days of unrelieved desire.
“Daddy, it’s so big”, I said
Almost u*********sly, my face had been getting close to his cock, following my hands until my mouth was just inches from the bulbous head. I felt his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer.
“Open your mouth”, he said.
“Yes Daddy”
For an innocent, I turned out to be a pretty good cock sucker. I licked, I sucked, I squeezed. I played with his balls. I massaged his perineum. I was holding his glans in my mouth, circled with my lips, my tongue exploring his little slit, when he grabbed my pigtails and began to pull me even closer, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I struggled with the girth, but soon his cock reached the back of my throat and my lips reached the base of his cock. Still holding me by my pigtails, as though they were reins, he slowly withdrew and then began to fuck my mouth in long strokes, pulling me in by my hair.
I could feel him withdraw until the head was just inside my lips and then push forward again until he was again buried in my mouth as far as he could go.
I could hear his breathing quicken and knew that it would not be long before his hot cum would be flooding my mouth. But he slowed his thrusting, then stopped, and withdrew from my mouth.
He bent over and kissed me, encircling my with his strong arms and carrying me back to the couch, where he lay me down. I must have looked like a sexual tornado had hit me. My jumper was bunched around my waist, my tits and pussy exposed, but I still had my socks on. The rest of my clothes were s**ttered about the room.
He stood by the couch staring at me with undisguised lust and pulling off his shirt, he said “Roll over”.
As I rolled, he grabbed a couch cushion and slid it beneath my belly, forcing my ass upward, opening my legs and pussy to him.
“Are you ready?”, he asked.
My pussy was wet with excitement and already anticipating his cock.
“Oh yes Daddy, please.”
He positioned himself behind me and, grabbing his cock, slid it’s head up and down my slit, gathering my wetness to ease his entry.
As his cock head touched my clit, I involuntarily pushed my hips forward against the pillow.
He reached out and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back towards his cock.
“Oh no Baby Girl, you’re not going anywhere”, he said.
With that, he placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and with one long, fluid motion, slid his length into me until I felt the head of his cock touch the entrance to my womb.
I was completely full of his cock and it felt wonderful. I wiggled my ass against him, loving the feeling of his cock shifting in my pussy.
I could also feel the heat of my passion rising, and I knew that it wouldn’t take long until he had me cumming again.
He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside and then repeated the long stroke all the way into the depths of my pussy. Slowly repeating, in and out. It was wonderful, it was excruciating in its pleasure. Soon I was on the edge of exploding in orgasm, but his long slow strokes kept me there, on the edge, so close. All I could think about was cumming. I didn’t just want to cum, I needed to cum.
“Daddy please. Fuck me hard”, I begged.
With that, his slow strokes turned into a rapid pistoning of his cock. He slammed into me with a ferocity that said he owned this pussy and he was going to do what he wanted to me.
I began to cum, hard. My body was twitching and my pussy was spasming against his cock. I melted into ecstatic pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, slowing his stroke as I came.
But Daddy didn’t fill me with his cum. He had other things on his mind.
Part Five
He pulled his cock from my sopping wet pussy and I felt him slide two fingers inside me. His fingers reignited my passion, a little flame inside my belly that was beginning to burn again.
He slid his wet fingers out of my pussy and drew them upward to where my little pink pucker was. He spread the wetness around and began to massage my little hole.
He repeated this until the area was wet with my pussy juices, then he began to insert one of his fingers into my ass.
I had never done anal before and my ass was a total virgin. I almost went out of character. “No Daddy, please”, I said. “Not that”.
He continued to work his big finger deeper into my ass.
“Oh I’m going to have you Baby Girl”, he said. “You should try to relax”.
“But Daddy, you are so big, and I am so small”, I said, true concern in my voice.
By now his finger was knuckle deep in my ass and he began to slide it back out again.
“That’s what is going to make it so good”, he said.
Soon his finger was joined by a second and I could feel a little pain from the stretching of my asshole. On one of his downstrokes, I grunted, but pushed back against his fingers.
“Sounds like you’re ready”, he said.
He repositioned himself between my legs, pulled my ass towards him, and slid his cock back into my pussy.
For a moment I felt relieved that maybe he had decided to just fuck me, but I realized that he was just wetting his cock, lubricating it for the plunge into my tight hole.
He withdrew from my pussy and with his strong hands, spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel his cock head against my hole, gently but persistently pushing, demanding entrance to me. I tried to relax as best as I could, but his large cock was stretching me where I had never been stretched before. The pain flared when I felt the head slide inside, my pucker tightening again behind the fat mushroom.
“Daddy”, I said. “Please be gentle with me.”
He paused, waiting for me to adjust, then he resumed, slowly pushing his cock in me. My asshole protested at the intrusion as the thick shaft of his cock stretched it further. I had my face buried in a couch pillow, whimpering as the pain swept over me. Suddenly he stopped and I realized that his cock was buried as far as it would go into me, and that his balls were resting against the wet lips of my pussy.
He held still inside me as my ass stretched and loosened to fit his cock, and soon the pain had receded, I began to realize that the feeling of his cock buried deep in my ass felt good, really good. The little flame that had been burning in my stomach flared again as he slowly began to withdraw his cock.
As he had with my pussy, he slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside me, and then slowly thrust forward until he was all the way in again. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. Pleasure and pain all in one.
I wondered whether my tight little asshole and warm bowels felt good on his cock. As if in response to my unasked question, he increased his pace, sliding in and out and I could hear his breathing begin to quicken again. I knew he was going to cum soon, and I wanted to cum with him.
I slid my hand between my legs and found my pussy wet and dripping. Dipping two fingers inside, I withdrew them wet and slick and found that my clit was already hard and poking out between my lips. I began to rub the little nub between my two fingers, and the little flame of passion and pleasure soon was a roaring fire between my legs.
I could hear Daddy’s ragged breath as he thrust into me and I knew he was about to cum. I doubled the action on my clit and with his last downstroke I could feel his cock twitching in my ass, squirting his hot liquid inside me. He held still, as his cock emptied in me, pulsing and jerking. That set off my own orgasm, and I found myself thrusting hard back against his cock while we both came.
We lay cuddling on the couch afterwards, spooning so that I could feel his softening cock against the cheeks of my ass, so completely sated in our lust that we were both totally exhausted.
“Was it everything you expected for your first time, Baby Girl?, he asked.
“Yes Daddy”.
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