Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

User 762. Male. 51.

I want full roleplay, adlib and convincing. You’ll be my daughter returning home after school, impudent after writing dirty stories in her notebook. You’ll get found out by Daddy, and you’ll get told off for it. You’ll admit it’s about a crush on a boy at school, and you’ll let Daddy take your mind off him, and keep you as his sweet little girl.

Daddy will punish you for being naughty. A decent spanking, over the knee.

Daddy will show you what it feels like to be used and made to feel good in dirty ways, and he’ll be much better at it than a silly little schoolboy.

You’ll thank Daddy very much, and promise to be a well behaved daughter from now on, giving Daddy the love he needs from you. And then he’ll give you bath time, put you to bed, and make you some breakfast before school in the morning. You’ll kiss him goodbye when you leave.

Convincing actress, please. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.

Oral, pussy, some anal play, bathing, spanking and being told off like a naughty bitch. An overnighter, sleeping in a girly bedroom.

Duration – 14 hours.

Proposal price – £5000.

All my confidence-boostingmirror rehearsals over the past few days mean nothing whatsoever. I’m a nervous wreck as I get dressed up in my fake school uniform, shaking as I knot my tie.

One whole night playing Daddy’s girl feels terrifying, like I’m going to goof up the very moment I step in through User 762’s front door. I can’t shake off the nerves. I haven’t played a role since drama class at high school, let alone maintaining a character for 14 hours straight.

I’ve looked up User 762’s address – outside the city in a posh village suburb. Daddy will be expecting the best from his pretend daughter, and can I deliver that? Really? I’m not so sure I can.

I send a message to Ebony.

I’m crapping myself.

I see the typing icon in return.

You’ll smash it. Don’t worry. It’s your first all-nighter, so freaking out is usual. Plus, it’s roleplay, so cut yourself some slack. The nerves will ease off once you get there. Believe in yourself!

I wish I had even an ounce of her faith.

I bought myself a genuine school blazer ready for this role, but feel like a fraud as I put it on. I put a long coat on over my uniform, but it doesn’t hide my knee-high white socks and Mary Janes. Just as well I booked a cab. There’s no way I’d be up for taking the tube. I’d feel every pair of eyes on me, every step of the way.

I tell myself I’m overthinking it. That people wouldn’t even notice. Still, rationality means nothing when nerves are sparking through your entire body.

I’m already waiting outside when the cab shows up, with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I slip into the back seat with a forced smile as I give the address to the driver. I’m fidgeting and shifting in my seat as soon as he pulls away, and trying to distract myself with the view from the window doesn’t help any. The bustle of streets are nothing but a blur.

My fingers are so jittery I have to twist them in my lap, or I’ll bite my nails to shit.

It’s about thirty minutes later that the bustle of London city truly eases. The calmness of the surroundings gives me a fresh bout of jitters.

It’s been a fair while now since I’ve been out of central London. Being in the city with Connor has always felt alien, ever since we moved. The landscape of standard suburbia feels way more at home.

Home.

How ironic.

“Had a good day at school?” the driver asks, finally breaking the silence.

I look down and find my coat has fallen open, revealing my crested tie. Shit.

“Um, yeah, thanks.”

He smiles in the rearview mirror.

“I used to be a goth at college.”

I could laugh, honestly. He really believes I’m a goth student, fresh out of college. Thumbs up on the appearance front for me. I try to use it as ammunition to quell my nerves.

“You grew out of it, then?”

“Yeah. My parents used to kick off at me headbanging to Cradle of Filth every bloody day in my bedroom. Got older and kind of drifted out of it, you know?”

No, I don’t know. I grin anyway, and use it as practice.

“It’s hard when you play up for your parents, right?”

“Too right. They were always on my case.”

I bet your dad didn’t spank you over his knee, though.

We talk about goth and metal bands, and I focus in on him, trying to relieve the pressure. It works, kind of, until I see the signs for Wrensham.

“Almost home,” the driver says, and fuck, the houses are even bigger than I thought. I see the sign for User 762’s road, and tell the driver to stop here, at the end of the street.

“Can you wait a second, please?” I ask.

He must think I’m a total weirdo as I scrabble for two scrunchies from my backpack and put my hair up into pigtails. He doesn’t say another word as I pay him in cash and give him a thanks, climbing out with my heart racing. He shoots me a weird glance through the window as he turns and drives away.

Shit. It’s really happening.

I can see Daddy’s house up in the corner of the cul-de-sac. I’ve scoped it out a billion times on street view.

My legs are wobbly, but I force myself to walk ahead. Every step feels like a mile, my feet feel so heavy. Reaching Daddy’s driveway has me shaking like a leaf, so I keep my eyes focused on the doorway in front of me as I pass his Merc parked outside. I click on arrived, to tell him I’m here. The instructions come through in return.

Door is open. Welcome home, darling.

Darling… I’m his little darling. My God, part of me wants to walk away.

I remind myself that I can walk away at any time I want to. There’s 5k up for grabs here. Least I can do is try.

My hand is shaking when I reach the door and clutch the handle. I count down from five and paste a smile on my face, swinging the door open and stepping inside.

I’m expecting posh, but whoa, User 762’s house is like something from an interior design magazine, light and minimalistic. There’s a huge gloss white kitchen at the end of the hallway. It has a huge kitchen island with a breakfast bar, and all the appliances are jet black. Daddy is definitely loaded, and he definitely has style.

I drop my backpack on the floor by the front door, and kick my shoes off on autopilot, then hang my coat up on the coat rack as my senses reel.

I jump as a voice sounds out from above, at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”

Somehow I manage to keep my voice steady as I answer him.

“Hi, Dad. It was good thanks.” I revert to my practiced lines. “Mrs Evans was a bitch today, but that’s normal.”

I’m open mouthed when the User 762 appears on the landing. Daddy is fucking gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous. He makes his way down the stairs, eyes on me, a pleasant smile on his face. He may be in his early fifties, but it couldn’t suit him any better. He’s got salt and pepper hair, with a decent amount of mahogany brown shining through. His beard is trimmed, and his eyes are bright green, and he’s tall, and muscular, wearing a tailored suit like it’s the most regular thing in the world.

He comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and looks me up and down with a grin, and he’s a great actor, but still, I see a flash of pure lust in his eyes. He swallows, and his gaze holds too long, meeting mine like he wants to devour me right here and now.

I’m in a crazy surreal dimension. A weirdo like me, being wanted so much by a guy like him.

Daddy smells incredible as he approaches and leans in for a kiss. I figure it’ll be on the lips, but no, it’s on the cheek, but he lingers… just a little. I feel his breath on my ear, and smell the cologne on his neck, deep and musky.

“What do you want to drink?” he asks me. “Cordial or juice?”

I follow him through to the kitchen like a lamb on unsteady legs.

“Juice, please.” I almost forget I’m in role. “Dad,” I add, but it’s too late, and he flashes me a look, acknowledging my error.

He has fire in him. I can sense it.

“Sit,” he says and I hitch my ass onto a stool at the island.

He pours me a juice from the fridge and sets it down in front of me.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I say and he watches me as I take a sip. I feel so on display.

“Holly,” he says. “We need to talk.”

“Talk, Daddy? What do you mean?”

He places his hands on the kitchen island, towering tall. “I was in your room earlier, collecting your laundry, and I saw your gym bag. It was open.”

I play along with raised eyebrows.

“It was open?”

“Yes. It was open. And you know what was in there, don’t you?”

This must be the incident the proposal was talking about. I look down at my juice like I’ve had a secret uncovered, turning the glass on the counter.

He sighs at me. “Holly, look. I love you, you know that. I’ve supported you through everything, and always will, you know that, too. But, sweetheart. You’ve been a bad, bad girl.” He pauses. “I saw your notebook.”

I force myself to meet his eyes, and when I do, I’m transfixed. He’s so in role, it’s incredible, and it touches something in me. My heart is pounding to a different kind of tune, and I sink deeper into fake Holly’s skin – the naughty daughter. It creeps up from my toes in a prickle of shivers. Looking at Daddy makes it so easy…

“You saw my notebook?”

He’s well prepared, taking a book from the counter behind him and slamming it down in front of me, open on the first page. He flicks through the contents as I watch – dirty drawings, and poems of filth. Doodles of smutty content, and one name amongst it all…

Scott.

I take the notebook from him, fascinated.

“I thought you were over this?” Daddy says. “I thought we’d worked this through.”

I let my instincts take over. My words come naturally.

“We had, Daddy, I just…”

“Just what, Holly?”

“I just… couldn’t help myself.”

He puts his hands on his hips. “Have you been touching yourself again?”

My cheeks are genuinely burning up. I nod, but that’s not enough.

“Tell me, Holly,” he says. “Have you been touching yourself?”

I take a breath. “Yes, Daddy. I have.”

“And thinking about Scott while you’re doing it?”

I look at my daddy and nod.

“Yes.”

That enflames him. He shakes his head in fiery disappointment.

“You know Scott is a delinquent. You know you shouldn’t be anywhere near him.” His stare is so brutal. “I thought you’d learnt your lesson. I was hoping for better than this. I was hoping, hoping, I’d got it wrong when I saw this piece of filth in your bedroom. But I haven’t, have I? You’re still being a bad girl.”

I feel his anger as though it’s real. I feel guilt inside as though it’s reality, and it makes it so easy… so easy to sink into the role.

“No, Daddy, you haven’t got it wrong. I’m sorry. I’ve been being bad for months again. And I wanted to tell you. I did.”

“But you DIDN’T. Why not? You know I’d have helped you.”

My eyes flash up to his. Helped. I know what Daddy means. I get a flutter between my thighs and a twist of nerves in my stomach, but they aren’t such bad nerves anymore. They’re morphing into something else. Just a shiver…

“You know I’m scared when you help me,” I tell him, my voice shaky, “It hurts so bad.”

“Punishment always does, Holly, but it’s needed. We always need to accept the consequences of our choices. You know this.”

Time for a taste of the impudence he wanted. I summon it from the depths.

“Look. I won’t do it again, ok? I know it’s bad, but I’ll stop it, alright?”

He sighs a heartfelt sigh. “You said that last time.”

“Yeah, and I mean it this time.”

His expression darkens. “So you were lying last time, is that what you’re saying?”

“NO! I’m not saying that.”

“You’re contradicting yourself, you dirty girl, and you know what? That’s only going to make your punishment more extreme.”

“DADDY!”

He points a finger at me. “Stop it with the attitude, right fucking now.”

I look at him as though it’s a stand-off, but we both know who’s going to win here, real or not. This space, this fantasy, this game – everything is growing blurry, and reality is coming to mean nothing. I’m becoming Holly the schoolgirl. I feel her guilt, and fear, and the want under the surface… and it’s weird as fuck, but so good.

In fact, it’s a filthy relief.

I relax. I breathe. I let my inner sensations guide me.

Impudence. I need to push him some more.

“Come on, Dad. I’ve said sorry! Don’t make a big deal about it.”

“A big fucking deal?” He smacks the island with his hand and it makes me jump. “Young lady, you disappoint me, you know that?”

I don’t reply, just turn my attention to my glass of juice, pick it up and take a sip.

I nearly choke when he slaps the counter again.

“I asked you a fucking question, girl!”

His voice is so deep, so menacing, I can’t even remember the fucking question.

I give him a sad face. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Tell me what you’re sorry for.”

Shit. “I’m sorry for… being dirty.”

“You weren’t even listening, were you?”

I shake my head in shame.

He sighs again. “I said, you disappoint me.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, “I don’t mean to.”

“Yes, well, you need to learn your lesson.”

He points over to the dining table, a huge monster of glass and deep blue resin.

“Stand over there,” he tells me. “Contemplate your punishment and how much you deserve it.”

I’m trembling bad again as I get down from the barstool. I gaze up at him with wide eyes.

“If I take my punishment like a good girl, do you think you could make it nice, like you do sometimes? Please. It helps the pain.”

He takes off his suit jacket, laying it neatly on the counter. He rolls up his crisp white shirt sleeves as I watch him. His forearms are lean and veiny. Muscular enough to pack one hell of a punch – or smack.

“You want me to touch you while I punish you?” The fire is still burning in his eyes. “I’m not sure you deserve that.”

“Please, Daddy. You know it takes my mind off Scott when you do that. It’ll help, I promise.”

“I’m not sure I can believe your promises today.”

I’m feeling young Holly’s need churning in my stomach. I’m as desperate for it as she is. The man before me holds his stare, so firm. It gives me another flutter between my legs, and I’m sure the plain white panties I’m wearing must be soaking through. Nerves make no odds. My pussy is still wet for him.

“We’ll see how well you behave during your punishment,” he says. “If you’re good enough, you’ll get a reward.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I smile as meekly as I can, then I walk slowly to the position he wants me in, feeling his eyes on me with every step. I stand next to the head of the table in an instinctive position, head bowed and hands behind my back.

Daddy leaves me waiting there, horny tension like a cloud in the air between us. I’m shuffling, fear and want mixing and twisting as I imagine what’s ahead for me. I don’t dare look at him, holding my position like a good girl. My breaths hitch as I finally hear him approach. He pulls out the dining chair beside me, taking a seat.

“Come and take your punishment.”

I lower myself gently across his thighs, and he hauls me into place. My ass is in prime position for a spanking, and my front half is dangling, pigtails hanging down around my face. I can only just reach the floor on tiptoes, balanced precariously. Every slap is going to jolt me like hell.

I know he can feel me trembling. I whimper as he lifts up my school skirt, remembering how hard he slapped the countertop. I close my eyes as he tugs my panties down around my thighs.

“You’re wet,” he says. “Dirty girl.”

I feel like one. I feel so dirty over Daddy’s knee that my clit is sparking like crazy.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Oh, you will be,” he says as he massages my ass cheeks. I’m so pleased when I feel the swell of him through his trousers, the bulge of his crotch pressing into my stomach.

It gives me confidence. A bloom of pride.

“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him. “I deserve to be punished.”

His first hard blow makes me lurch forward so far, I’m scared of losing my balance, but he yanks me back into position and holds me steady, with an arm heavy against my back as he begins the assault in earnest.

I yelp with every smack, and fuck, my ass cheeks sting as he slaps me like I’m a criminal.

“Dirty girl,” he says. “You deserve this.”

My owws aren’t fake in the slightest as I gasp and moan. His palm is a beast, with huge strikes, so fierce that he’s grunting as he rains my punishment on me. My ass must be so pink and exposed. I feel weirdly shy at the thought.

My whimpers come so naturally. My words are nothing but the truth. Daddy, ah! Ow! Daddy, it hurts!

“Take it,” he says, and hits me even harder.

My pigtails swish with every strike, my tie dangling and my tits bouncing. I can’t stay still as he hurts me – squirming on his lap – and his bulge against my stomach gets harder with every strike. But then the inevitable happens… the sensation I know so well…

Slowly, slowly, the burn of my slapped ass turns to a beautiful, hot tingle, and my squeals of ow turn to shuddering moans.

I need more.

“Keep going, Daddy, please. Make me pay for being so naughty.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve only just started.”

His words make me smile like my horny self, nerves fading away.

I relax over his lap, giving up control fully and completely as he tugs my panties down to my knees and switches his slaps to my thighs – fresh skin ready to burn and tingle. He spanks me like I deserve it. A deep rhythm of punishment that is enough to make me heady. Softly, I drift into the space between pleasure and pain. A place in my inner mind where all that matters is submission.

I’m giving myself over to a higher power, and that power is Daddy.

I take everything he has to give. So many slaps, my skin is on fire.

He’s breathing so hard from the blows that he’s almost panting when he speaks next. “Open your legs for me now, Holly. Let me make it feel good for you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say as I spread my thighs as far as my stretched panties will allow.

I must be so fucking slick as he strokes his fingers over my pussy. He catches my clit like a pro, and I moan, wriggling against his touch as he plays.

“You’d better start saying thank you for this,” he says. “Remember your manners, and ask nicely.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Please don’t stop. I love it when you put fingers inside me. Please do that. I’m going to be a very, very good girl.”

He teases me by rubbing the tips of his fingers against my slit. “Are you going to show me how grateful you are after?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’ll be grateful enough to do anything you want. Anything.”

“Good girl.”

He plunges three fingers straight inside me. It feels like pure fucking bliss as he pumps them deep, and I know I must be soaking his trousers. I can hear my pussy squelching, my ass prickling raw from his slaps. A filthy combination. His arm is still heavy on my back, keeping me firmly in position, and I can’t escape the building pleasure. I can’t hold myself back – he’s just too good.

“Daddy, you’re going to make me come,” I whimper.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says. “And this is how it’s always going to be, remember? Nobody else is allowed to touch you other than Daddy. Say it.”

The words feel strange but beautifully perverse.

“You’re going to be the only one to touch me, Daddy. I don’t want anyone else. Not ever.”

I tense up as he uses my pussy deeper, pushing back against his fingers. He has my whole body thrumming, alive. And yes, he has me. He has me… I’m dripping wet and moaning like a dirty little bitch as I buckle and come over Daddy’s knees in my school uniform, and I don’t care how filthy this game is anymore – God help me, I love it. I love his voice as he encourages me, telling me how much Daddy loves me as I crest and squirm.

“Good girl, Holly. That’s it. I know Daddy’s the one you want. Nobody else will ever touch you like this.”

I’m rippling with shudders in the aftermath, and he massages my ass cheeks on my come down. I’m draped limp, floating high on endorphins when he gives me a token pat on the ass.

“I think it’s time for you to show Daddy just how much you love him back, don’t you?”

I’m still buzzing as he drops me from his lap, coaxing me onto my knees between his legs. I know what I need to do. My mouth is watering as he unbuckles his belt and frees himself from his suit trousers.

Daddy’s cock is as gorgeous as the rest of him. Thick, long and veined. He’s already dripping wet down the length of him.

I’m ravenous as he guides my mouth to him, licking up his dripping precum in one sweet lap of my tongue before slurping up him and down him like the good girl I promised to be. I want to please my daddy. I want to show him how much Holly loves him.

Daddy takes hold of my pigtails, tight to my head. “All the way in, like I taught you.”

I take Daddy’s cock so deep that I have to fight back the retches. I look up at him through watery eyes, smiling up at the filthy man staring down at me. I take him right to the back of my throat as he watches me, urging me on with soft dirty words.

"That’s good, sweetheart… suck Daddy’s cock as hard as you can.”

I work my mouth up and down him, keeping my eyes wide on his.

“Harder, sweetheart. Suck harder for Daddy.”

I do as I’m told, and suck as hard as I can until I feel the tension in him. I see it in his bright green eyes. I’m already moaning around his cock, wanting his cum, but he stops himself and pushes me away far enough to pat his knees.

“Panties off, Holly. Give Daddy your sweet little cunt now.”

It should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels so right my soul is singing in the pits of me. I tug my panties down and I’m straight up onto Daddy’s lap, still in my school uniform and truly feeling the part as I lower myself onto his wet cock.

“So tight,” he says, grabbing my hips and forcing me all the way onto him. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, and I really mean it.

I can’t help moving on his cock, it feels so good, but he stops me, forces me back down.

“Keep still,” he says, and I feel the pulse of his cock inside me as he unbuttons my school blouse. His eyes light up and he runs his tongue across his lower lip when he sees my cute, plain white bra with pretty pink bows on the side. I chose the most innocent looking one I could find.

His small nod confirms how pleased he his. He takes his time, freeing up one tit first, and my breaths are coming heavy as he strokes my nipple.

“Look at the way your nipple gets hard for Daddy,” he says, “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy. It does feel good.” I almost add, so does your thick cock buried deep inside me. Please fuck me, Daddy. The urge to ride him is intense. But I say nothing and do nothing as he frees up my other tit. He plays with both nipples, pinching and rolling.

“You’re such a gorgeous little girl, Holly.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I tell him then moan and can’t hold back as he twists my nipples hard.

This time he doesn’t still me. He smiles lovingly at me.

“You may use Daddy’s cock,” he says.

With my hands on his shoulders and my tits bouncing in his face, I ride him – Daddy.

I ride my daddy and I really do feel like a horny schoolgirl.

Daddy laps at my tits, catches my nipples in his teeth and starts bucking back into me and it’s fucking heaven.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I tell him and he does.

He’s in the flow as deep as I am, bucking right back up at me. I’m bouncing like a doll on his lap as he gets ready to unload, and with panting breaths he gives me another instruction. One that has me reeling…

“Kiss Daddy, now. Kiss your dirty daddy and tell me how much you love me.”

The words are obscene, but weirdly powerful.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” I tell him, and then I press my lips to his.

His kiss is deep, his tongue is demanding, and I’m all into the motions as he slams up, up, up to come inside me. I could kiss my daddy for ever. Filthy as sin, but true. So fucking true.

I feel like a mess when he’s finished coming – my head spinning with how roleplay like this can feel so real, and so disgustingly good.

“My gorgeous girl,” he says, as he strokes my cheek.

I take a few seconds, smiling at him, both of us caught in the glow.

I don’t want it to end yet.

I wrap my arms around him, pressing my bare tits to his shirt and tie as I snuggle into his neck like he’s my world. He strokes my back like he’s soothing me, his cock still inside me, and it’s fucked up, but it’s gorgeous.

“Time to get you some dinner, I think,” he says after a few minutes, but I don’t want dinner. I want more fun with him, more filth with him, more praise from him.

Yet again, I have to remind myself… this is about him, User 762, not about me. The thought is a flood of reality that stabs.

I pull away with a meek smile.

“Thanks, Daddy.”

I rise from him and follow him over to the breakfast bar, my blouse still open as I take my seat.

“I’ll make you your favourite, since you’ve been a good girl.” He smiles. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” I say and wonder what my favourite is.

He heads over to the big fridge and brings out an oven dish, filled with something.

“Chicken casserole. I prepared it earlier, hoping you would behave well.”

“Yummy,” I say, and my word choice seems to please him.

There is so much I want to ask Daddy as the casserole cooks in the oven, but he keeps in character. I make up imaginary tales about my school day, and he keeps up the pretence, giving me fatherly advice about staying out of trouble. My adlib wants to fuck off and ask him who he really is outside of his fantasies. Who is User 762? What does he do? What does he like outside of schoolgirl play?

But it’s none of my damn business.

We eat chicken casserole at the table together, and it’s delicious, suited to the rest of him. He pours red wine for himself and juice for me.

“Thank you so much for making my favourite,” I tell him, “it tastes so good.”

He raises his glass to me. “Thank you, sweetheart. You deserve it for serving Daddy’s cock so well.”

Absurd, I know, but I’m blushing like crazy.

He brings me a chocolate mousse for dessert and watches me eat it with a sparkle in his eyes.

“It’s almost bath time,” he says.

His eyes are on mine, watching for my reaction, but I don’t have to act. He must see the lust there.

“Bath time is my favourite time of all,” I tell him, “I love it when you wash me.”

I don’t have to wait long. He’s already rising from his seat as I lick the last of the chocolate mousse from my spoon.

Fuck, how my pussy is fluttering as I walk up those stairs behind him.

The bathroom is big and bright, and the tub itself is big enough for four people.

He pulls up a stool while the bath is running and I stand before him as he slowly undresses me, casting my clothes aside until I’m naked.

His eyes rove over me and my nipples are hard all over again.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he says, gently tracing his fingers over my tits, my nipples, down over my hips. “I’m truly blessed.”

My smile is genuine. I feel weirdly proud.

I gasp when he slides a finger between my legs and rubs it into my pussy lips, so wet with juices and cum.

“I love you, Daddy,” I tell him, the words coming naturally.

He looks me in the eye, wipes his wet finger over my nipple. “And I love you, sweetheart.”

He finishes seeing to the bath water, turns off the taps and picks up a sponge.

“In you get,” he says.

With one hand on his shoulder, I step into the bath and settle down onto my knees. The tub is so huge, I feel really small as Daddy takes out my pigtails and shampoos and conditions my hair. He squirts bodywash onto the sponge and soaps my shoulders and down my arms, but I can’t hold back. I’m arching my back in the water when he finally soaps my tits, offering them up to him in pure, filthy desire – and under the facade he must be as needy as I am.

The game play tumbles and falls into nothing but raw lust.

Daddy loses his composure, dropping himself forward into the bath with me – fuck his tie and shirt getting soaked. His mouth is on my tits, sucking, and we’re a tangle, getting in position. I twist myself so my legs are over the edge of the bath, spreading my thighs as wide as they’ll go, and my daddy gets me off all over again, rubbing my clit until I’m a moaning slut, desperate for play.

“Oh, Daddy, I need you inside me again, please! Please!”

I’m not lying. I do.

“Get out of the bath,” he says, and hauls me out of there, dropping me onto my feet.

I reach for him again, dripping wet, not giving a shit about the towel he wraps around me. I want him. All of him. My arms wrap around his neck, hair hanging loose and dripping as I kiss him.

His big hands take hold of my ass cheeks and he lifts me up into his arms and I’m still kissing him as he carries me across the landing. He drops me down onto a bed in a room off to the side, and joins me on the pretty pink bedding, both of us still soaked and past caring. And there, on clinging wet sheets, my daddy fucks me again. Harder this time. More feral.

So much for sleep tonight. It’s not going to happen.

I’m dribbling Daddy’s cum when he gets between my legs and I open for him. He looks so damn proud, so loving as he stares at me, as he strokes me gently from my tender clit to my needy asshole, over and over and Christ almighty, I’m so in the dirty daughter zone it’s unreal as he stares adoringly, stroking my clit, my pussy lips, my asshole. The tingles and sparks are off the scale, and I just know he’s going to fuck me senseless.

“I’m so fortunate,” he says, his finger circling my dirty hole, “so fortunate to have such a loving daughter.”

I want to tell him to fuck my ass, but no, I play my part. “I’m the fortunate one,” I tell him, “I’ve got the best daddy in the whole world.”

With a heartfelt sigh, he slides that one finger into my ass and I moan for him.

“You like that, little one?” he asks and I nod.

“It feels so nice when you do that. I like it a lot.”

“More?” he asks.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

He pushes two fingers in and twists them deep.

“More, Daddy,” I tell him and he does. Three fingers and I whimper for him.

“Such a good girl,” he says and I whimper again when he finger-fucks my ass.

That’s enough to have him rising to his knees and pushing my legs back, his big cock hard once more. I’m desperate for it all over again, turned on like nothing I’ve known before.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I say.

He dips his head, drops a kiss on my clit, another on my pussy lips, and another on my asshole, and my God it takes everything not to jump up and ravish him.

“Please, Daddy. Please. I need you inside me.”

“I love you so, so much,” he says and sinks his cock into my sopping wet pussy.

“I love you so much, too, Daddy,” I tell him and he fucks me hard. Pins me and fucks me and doesn’t stop until he comes again.

And so it continues, we fuck on wet bedsheets for hours, through so many different flavours. From loving, gentle missionary, to rough doggy, to the filth of Daddy forcing his fingers into his naughty girl’s asshole.

I love every single second of it.

He’s holding me as the first hint of dawn lightens the room, and I’m smiling against his naked chest. I could be this version of Holly for ever.

He lets out a long sigh and strokes my hair.

“One last time before breakfast,” he says and my heart leaps and so does my pussy.

But no.

“Pigtails in, please,” he says and he’s dangling my two scrunchies before my eyes.

I obey, pigtails in, and I realise what he wants when pulls the covers back and nudges me down there, opening his legs.

“Suck Daddy’s cock like the good daughter you really are,” he says, “and I want my cum all over your sweet face.”

“Of course, Daddy.”

My pussy is disappointed, but still. I’m more than happy to suck his cock. Happy to see my daddy moaning and groaning every time I retch.

“Now, little one,” he says, “do it now!”

I pull away and jerk his cock fast, mouth wide, tongue out, and I take three spurts of cum across the face before the last spurts fill my mouth.

I lick him clean. I even scoop the cum from my face with my fingers and lick those clean, too.

“You’re the best daughter a man could ever hope for,” he says, stroking my hair.

“You’re amazing too, Daddy. You’re the best there could be,” I tell him and I mean it.

“I’m proud of you, Holly,” he says, “you’ve been such a good girl.”

I actually feel proud. How about that!?

“Time for breakfast,” he says, and my stomach lurches. I don’t want cereals. I want him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Daddy can’t be late for work and you can’t be late for school.”

Call in sick, I want to say. Call in sick and fuck me again for free. But I can’t. It’s against the rules.

“Shower first,” he says, but he doesn’t join me. He stands outside the shower, ready with a big towel, watching me as I soap myself up and rinse off. It could have been creepy, but it isn’t. I step out, squeaky clean and smiling, and loving it when he wraps me in the towel and pats me dry.

“Good girl,” he says and drops a kiss on my cheek, “get dressed and I’ll go get the toast on.”

I eat toast as well as frosted flakes, back in my role as he wishes me a good day at school, telling me once again to stay away from Scott.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise I will.”

I drink juice while he drinks coffee, and I gather my things when he leaves for his pre-office shower.

Damn it. I call a cab when he’s out of view, hating how fucking sad I sound when I give the operator the address.

It’s strange how reality can take a total 180 in the blink of an eye.

I was quaking with nerves when the cab dropped me off at the bottom of User 762’s road, and now it’s the total opposite. I’m dreading the thought of being driven away.

I’m waiting with my backpack over my shoulder when he reappears, hair still damp, looking and smelling so damn good.

“I don’t want to go to school today,” I tell him, “I don’t feel so good.” I put a hand on my tummy.

He laughs at that. “Nice try,” he says, “like I haven’t heard that one before. Nice touch, in fact, Holly. You really have gone above and beyond. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, staying in character for him.

A toot of a horn tells me my taxi has arrived.

It’s with a heavy heart that I step up to him and he leans down to accept my peck on the lips.

“Seriously,” I say, “thank you.”

He winks, pats my ass.

“Off you go, and work hard at school.”

“I will,” I tell him and head for the door, stepping outside into cold reality.

“You ok, love?” the cab driver asks me as I slide into the back seat. “You look a bit… dazed.”

“Just woke up,” I tell him. And missing my daddy already.

I tell myself it’s just my job.

And what a crazy fucking job it’s turning out to be.