Missy: Day Three – Evening

Day Three: Evening

“Bend over the kitchen table.”

My Daddy’s order echoed in my head. Repeating over and over as I nervously walked over to the waist high table. I looked at him and he nodded, his face still a filled with annoyance. I took a deep breath and bent my body so that my torso rested on the cold, firm surface. Once I was settled on it, the table taking most of my weight, Daddy spoke.

“Where’s your mother?” he asked.

My face turned to the side, resting against the wood I replied, “With Peter Daddy, did I do something wrong?”

“That depends,” he said, walking behind me.

He must be staring at my ass and pussy. I was very aware of the cool air touching my bare skin. I was on display for him. Part of me was nervous for what was going to happen but the other part of me that loved it grew wetter.

“Did you behave today and do as Mommy and I asked?” He continued.

“Yes Daddy!” I said eagerly, “Twice!”

“How does your little cunny feel now?” he asked.

I jumped when I felt his hand slide over the curve of my ass, running back and forth over my cheeks.

“It’s needy Daddy. Two wasn’t enough, I’m soaked Daddy and I didn’t get to nurse from Mommy today,” I whined, my ass lifting a little to follow his hand.

“I’m not sure your twat can wait any longer,” he said seriously.

I’d never heard Daddy say the word twat before. It was so dirty. His hand slid down between my legs. A finger slipping in between my lips. I gasped, his big, rough hand felt so different from Mommy’s and mine on my pussy.

“Just like I thought,” he said, more talking to himself than to me. “Soaked and hot for cock,” his finger rubbing over my clit and the back to circle the entrance to my cunt.

I whimpered, raising up on my tippy toes to try and control the sensations. His finger stilled over my virgin hole. He pressed in ever so slightly so I could feel pressure and the thickness of his finger.

“Ohhh!” I sighed loudly.

“I can feel your cherry baby girl. Your cunny is sucking at my finger tip it’s so eager to be fucked.”

I blushed in embarrassment, I was such a little slut. Daddy’s slut. He removed his finger and I felt him kneel behind me. Hands wrapped around my ankles and he spread my legs wider so he could kneel directly in between them. I felt vulnerable and exposed. This far open, Daddy could see all of my bits and pieces up close and personal. I felt his hair soft against my inner thigh and held my breath, unsure of what was going to happen. I heard Daddy inhale deeply.

“Sweet cherry pussy baby,” he murmured. “I need a taste.”

I moaned out loud as I felt his soft tongue lick my length. He made a satisfied sound and licked me again, taking long full strokes with his tongue. After several licks he flicked his tongue over my hard little clit. I moaned again, I’d never felt anything like it before.

My whole body was tense, my skin felt like it was on fire. Daddy’s hands slid up the backs of my smooth legs, cupping the undersides of my ass so he could pull my pussy lips apart with his thumbs. I felt and heard him inhale this time. His deep exhale hitting my open pussy.

“Daddy?” I asked, anxiously waiting for him to resume licking me.

“Shh baby, Daddy’s hungry for dinner.”

With that he dove into my pussy. His tongue was everywhere. Rubbing hard on my clit, lapping at the length of me. He even stuck his tongue into my hole and tickled my cherry. That drove me insane and I felt my cunt start to pulse around him. My Daddy was going to make me cum.

“I’m cumming Daddy!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the quiet house.

I felt more than heard Daddy’s muffled ‘good girl’ against me.