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She called him Daddy, though he wasn’t.  At twenty years her senior, he could have been.  She met him at work.  She was a barista and he would visit each morning for his double dose of espresso. 

He was handsome, in an unconventional way. The strands of gray woven through his midnight hair reminded her of shooting stars.  He wore his age as if it were notches on his bed post.   He was confident, cocky and, from the ring he wore on his left hand, married.  It didn’t stop her.  She wanted him.

Two weeks later, he handed her his business card with “Daddy” written over his crossed-through name and an address circled on the back.  “Tomorrow, two o’clock,” he told her, as he raised one eyebrow and turned to leave.  He didn’t ask if she was free.  He didn’t care if she had to work.  He knew she’d come.  He’d dared her not to.

She spent the night stewing over their inevitable encounter.  She stared holes through his business card.  He was a lawyer.  She wasn’t surprised.  Men that debonair and devastating were successful in all their worlds.  She thought about what she’d wear and settled on lacy white undergarments designed to highlight her porcelain skin and blond locks.  And, if it made her seem a bit more innocent and virginal, well, where was the harm in that?

When she arrived at the address, a condo apartment overlooking the river, he was there and waiting for her. He wore an Armani suit made of black wool and his sky blue tie made the light bounce of his mischievous eyes.  He stopped her in the doorway with a light kiss.  It sunk through her skin like venom, spiraling its way down her body, infecting her, until it left her flushed and warm. He unbuttoned her shirt and his hand cupped her.

“Your breast is beautiful, little one.  May I taste it?” Her tongue felt paralyzed and she couldn’t speak, so she nodded jerkily for him to proceed.  He attached his tongue to her nipple as if it were coated in super glue.  As his tongue circled, she felt an invisible string tightening around her nipple, making it swell and throb.  She let a moan escape her throat and he instantly stopped.

“Now, now, princess.  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  Undress for me.  Let me see your pretty curves.”  She slipped off her dress, stepping out of it gingerly and exposing her carefully planned lingerie.

“Very nice, pretty girl.  Did you plan that just for me?”  He didn’t let her answer.  “Take it off.  You may leave the heels.”   She heeded his instructions and he continued, immediately.  “Take my jacket.  Wrap it around your shoulders and lie down on the coffee table.  Leave your legs spread on either side.  I want to watch that sweet pussy drip.”

His words exploded like fireworks inside her, sending pyrotechnic ash hurdling against her skin, burning her from the inside out.  He handed her his jacket and came to stand next to her, his bulging crotch just inches from her face. 

“Touch it, princess.  Feel how hard it is.  Feel how hard you make Daddy.” She brought her hand to the swollen hump before her, letting her fingers stroke along his zipper.  His cock jumped at her touch and she smiled in satisfaction at his reaction to her. 

“It’s okay, pretty girl.  You can take it out.  Just pull down the zipper.  Daddy’s cock wants to meet you, too.”  She followed his instructions, eager to have his hard length stretching before her.  Her mouth was watering.  She wanted to taste him.  Taste the coffee-salt of his cock on her tongue. 

His hands came to her face and he placed one hand on her forehead and one on her chin.  He pressed down hard on both, wedging her mouth open.  He slid his cock between her lips and began to move his hips.  In.  Out.  Across her lips with the same motioned he’d use to shine his shoes.  He moved his thumb across his girth, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Lick it with your tongue, little one,” he demanded.  She complied, dragging what she could of the tip of her tongue along his shaft as he jerked himself from corner to corner in her mouth.  He gained speed and she could hear his grunting, deep and masculine, as he forced her mouth wider.  His left hand was pushing so hard against her chin that she felt her air cut off.  It made her dizzy and excited.  Her cunt was soaked and she ached for his touch there. 

She felt him approach his eruption and, with one swift motion, he pushed his cock further into her mouth and buried it flush against the inside of her right cheek.  He began to orgasm and his seed spurted hot and salty against her taught cheek.  She could feel every twitch.  Every flutter, seizure, and shudder of his release.  It was ecstasy.  She hungrily drank down her Daddy’s cum, proud to have pleased him. 

When he finished, he released his grip and trailed his fingers down her chest and belly.  “There’s Daddy’s pretty little cunt.”  He let his fingers explore her wet folds.  She was so close to her own release, every brush of his calloused skin was agony. 

“Please, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Patience, pretty girl.”  He sunk to his knees at her opening and leaned in, breathing hot and heavy on her tortured cunt.  He blew a steady stream of air over her clit and she shivered.  He leaned in and let his tongue lap at her clit while he simultaneously pushed two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass.  His fingers moved quickly while his tongue licked as if in slow motion.  The sensation was overwhelming.  His knuckle deep ministrations sent her hurdling over the edge.  She gripped the sides of the coffee table as she shook, jerking and lurching from her abs as her orgasm took its time destroying her body.  

He stood up and she let her eyes roll forward to meet his gaze.  His face was covered in lust and juice and his cock was already heavy with hardness. 

“I want you so bad, pet,” he whispered.  “You’re Daddy’s pretty girl, aren’t you, sweet princess?” 

She could feel her breath hitch.  She was still falling from her orgasm.  She returned his leer of lust and remarked, “You know, calling me ‘princess’ is the fastest way to my heart.”

“Your heart?” he replied, considering her before continuing.  “Maybe I want that too.”

She gave a wistful smile and lost herself in her mind before answering, “Well, my heart-shaped lady parts, at the very least.  It all throbs the same, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, princess.  It does.”

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