Archive for May, 2019


Being a good girl is very important to me. However, annoying Daddy when I know he’s busy is always fun. This is how you do it…

“Come over don’t shower.” I said, and you laughed that sweet sexy laugh… “Ok.”

You entered the hotel room and it was still dark, candle light flickering from the bathroom. I’d picked this particular room because of the large corner bath. The scent of oil and steam in the air. “What’s up?” You said. “Have a bath with me.” I said as I turned and walked away, dropping my towel on the floor and entering the dimly lit room. You followed taking in the sight as i sank into the water. I looked at you questioningly… “Come on.”

Watching you undress I was filled with admiration and desire, so damn sexy, I was always telling you. You stood there and I pointed to the space straight in front of me. Watching you get in I couldn’t help but admire your ass. Damn for a man that ass was sexy. You sat with your back to me and I linked my arms around you. “Not to hot for you?” “No.” You said. I caressed your skin, running my fingers across your back, your shoulders, your chest, your thighs, getting high off of the feel of you. You leant back into me turned just enough that I caught that smile before your lips were on mine. “Plenty of time for that.” I breathed as I reached for a bottle of oil and started giving you a massage. Feeling you relax in the water. My fingers deftly running over your skin. I knew you were hard but stilled the temptation to touch. Moving around the front of You, sending water rippling in waves. I kissed your hand as I took it in mine and you pulled me closer. Kissing your shoulder, your chest, under your chin, your jaw, before finally kissing you deeply giving myself in a kiss and as our kiss deepened I felt a well open within me. No holding back… I broke from the kiss breathless and stood up pulling you with me. The water going cold we’d been in there so long. Handing you a towel I took your hand and we went into the bed room. Dropping my towel I leaned in close breathing you in before kissing you with all the desire I felt, pushing you back onto the bed I kissed down slowly, savouring every part of you as I went lower until I was at your hard hot cock standing proud and needy and wanting…

Leaning over your cock I kissed the tip and watched it bob. Running my fingers down it I started at the bottom of your shaft kissing and sucking until I reached the swollen head. Looking up at you and grinning, I opened my mouth and licked the tip. You growled softly… “No more games kitten.” You said. And in one masterful move you had me pinned to the bed and had yourself on top laying between my legs. The feeling of your hot hard cock digging into me as you looked down. Your eyes searching mine and as if finding what you wanted? You kissed me deeply. Smiling against my lips you entered me. The push against my moist wetness as you spread and filled me. Making me gasp and my breath catch against you…

“Tell me.” You said. “Are you my good little kitten?” “Yes Daddy. Always for you.” I breathed and brought my hips up to meet you. “Good. Then cum for me.” You said looking down. And as I looked into yours eyes and moved in time with you I felt the heat spread over my body, the sparks of pleasure running in a tidal wave across me. Holding you and moaning against you…

“My kitten.” You said. “Now… give me that ass.” And like a good girl? I obeyed…

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