Bluebeard’s wife

"I like it, Daddy," I told him, making my tongue flat and licking him from base to tip.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes half-closed as he watched me. "Now, Daddy wants you to suck it."

I stopped licking him, my eyes wide.

"Just like a lollipop, baby girl," he murmured, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. "Yeahhhhhhh! That's it!" I took him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could into my throat. I choked a little on the length of him and that made him groan.

"Don't stop," he murmured, and I could feel his hand reaching underneath my blouse, rubbing his fingers over the soft cup of my breast. I moaned around him when he tweaked my nipples. "Suck it good and long, baby."

I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking more and more of him with every stroke. He was grunting and thrusting up hard into my throat, making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept me there, my eyes watering, gasping for breath. Finally, he pulled me away, and I could see my saliva dripping down his shaft, over his balls.

"Fuck," he moaned, catching his breath. "You are a very, very, very naughty girl."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, and I could feel my pussy dripping, my thighs soaked, my panties still twisted around my legs.

"Is that what you've been thinking about doing with boys?" he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand. I nodded, my eyes wide.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Come here," he said, pulling me into his lap. He bent me over his knees and I squealed as he pulled up my skirt, tugging my panties down even further. "Naughty girls deserve spankings."

"Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand come down hard against my ass. I flushed, feeling immediately young, ashamed. "Oh, Daddy! Please!"

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, smacking me again. I whimpered.

"Yes, Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand coming down again and again. "Oh yes, I promise!"

"Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?"

My bottom stung, and I winced. "Yes, yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Please, anything!"

His hand moved over my behind, caressing my ass, cool and soothing against the heat of my skin. "You have a pretty little pussy, Tara." His voice was low and full of lust.

"You've never had a boy put his cock in you?" he asked, and I could feel his fingers probing my lips. I flushed, still panting from my spanking.

"No, Daddy," I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.

"Don't lie to me," he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. "I can tell."

"I swear," I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.

"Let me see," he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. "Stand up."

I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.

"Turn around," he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. "Bend over."

Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.

"You're lying," he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.

"You're not a virgin," he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. "Did you have a boy's cock in here, Tara?"

"Oh, Daddy," I moaned again, shaking my head. "No, no…"

His hand, slapping my ass again. "Don't lie to me!"

"Yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Yes, yes!"

"Did you like it?" he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. "Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?"

"Y-yes!" I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.

"Tell me," he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. "Tell me what a naughty slut you are."

"Oooohhh, Daddy!" I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. "Oh God, yes, yes, I'm such a naughty little slut-I'm Daddy's dirty little girl!"

He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.

"You liked that boy's cock in you, didn't you?" he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. "You're such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you."

I whimpered and didn't respond, but I couldn't help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I'd never wanted anything so much.

"A boy's cock isn't the same as a man's cock, Tara," he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.