Bluebeard’s wife

"Have you?" he asked, tilting up my chin. I started, knowing he couldn't possibly know what happened between me and Kali tonight, but suddenly I felt very, very naughty.

I nodded. "I've been very, very bad, Daddy."

"Tell Daddy about it," he said, tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. His voice had that lower, sexy tone I recognized from his phone conversations.

"I've been thinking about bad things," I said, getting into the fantasy. "About…

boys."

"What have you been thinking?" he asked, and I could see his cock through his trousers. He was getting hard.

"I can't help it, Daddy," I murmured, putting my head on his knee and rubbing my hand slowly over his thigh. "When I think about boys… touching me… I feel all funny…

down there."

"Where do you think about them touching you?" He made a low noise in his throat when my hand brushed his cock, just lightly, before sliding back down his thigh.

"Daddy!" I said, playing shocked, but I actually found myself blushing like a school girl.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asked, smiling. I nodded. "Then just show me. Point to where you think about boys touching you."

"Here," I said, sitting back and biting my lip, letting my hands move over the front of my sheer blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath and my nipples were hard, poking through the material.

"Where else?" He watched me, licking his lips, his eyes following my hands. I stood, pulling my skirt up and pointing between my legs. His eyes lit up when he saw the white cotton panties I was wearing.

"Do you ever touch yourself there?" he asked, leaning forward to look at my pussy through my panties. I could almost feel how much he wanted to touch me, the sweet taboo of the fantasy making it all the more exciting.

"Y-yes," I admitted, finding myself blushing again.

"Show me," he said, leaning back. His cock was tenting his trousers now and the sight of it made my mouth water.

"Daddy!" I said again, acting shy, but I slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my skirt so he could see while I spread my lips. My pussy was still wet and swollen from Kali's sweet little tongue and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my clit, moaning as I remembered.

"Good girl," he murmured, and I watched as his hand moved over his trousers, rubbing at his erection. "Have you ever let anyone put anything inside of you?"

"No," I whispered, rubbing myself faster now. "But sometimes… oh Daddy…" I moaned, sliding a finger into my pussy.

"Sometimes…" he encouraged, his eyes focused on the motion between my legs.

"Sometimes I imagine… a great big cock…" the slippery wet noises increased as I slid another finger in.

"That's very naughty," he said, and I could see his hand tracing the outline of his cock.

"I know," I said, blushing. "Sometimes I even imagine…" I met his eyes, my breath coming fast, lost in the fantasy. "I even imagine your cock, Daddy."

He groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. "Do you want to see Daddy's cock, baby?"

"Yesssss," I purred, my eyes glued between his legs. "Please, Daddy."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand to me. I knelt between his legs as he freed his cock. It was rock hard and he pointed it toward me. "Have you ever touched one before?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, looking at his cock, fascinated. "Can I touch it?"

"Yes," he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around him. He made a little noise when I rubbed my fingers over the tip. "Ohhhh that's good."

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" I asked, watching his face.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes half closed. "You make Daddy feel so good, baby."

His hand moved over mine as he started to stroke it, up and down the shaft.

I took over the motion. "Like this?" I breathed.

He groaned, nodding. "Yeah, baby. A little faster." I pumped him faster, my breath matching his, coming in short gasps. My pussy was soaking wet and I found myself completely absorbed in the fantasy.

"Is that good?" I whispered, watching his eyes.

"You're very good," he murmured, running a hand through my hair. "You know what would make Daddy feel even better?"

I shook my head, watching the tip of his cock getting wet with pre-cum. He was liking this as much as I was, and that was such a turn-on.

"Would you kiss it?" he asked, and I stopped stroking him, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Kiss it?" I cocked my head, biting my lip.

"Please, baby," he murmured, pulling my head closer. "Just put your mouth on it."

"But… Daddy…" I said, close enough that I could feel the heat of his shaft against my cheek. I put a gentle kiss on the tip and he shivered and groaned. Encouraged by his response, I kissed it again, longer and a little harder, and was rewarded by his moan..

"Now, lick it, baby," he said, pressing me toward his cock. I reached my tongue out and lapped at the tip, all around the head. "Yeahhh, that's a good girl… just like an ice cream cone."

"Mmmmm!" I licked all down his shaft, even over his balls, making him squirm and tighten his grip in my hair.