Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
It doesn’t take all that much of cake decorating before I sense him stirring, getting restless. It’s a welcome sight when I see the bulge in his trousers, ready for round two.
“Will you help me get cleaned up, Daddy?” I ask him. “I love our bathtimes.”
“I was just going to suggest the same thing,” he says and switches the TV off.
I dash upstairs, giggling like a girl out to claim a prize, Daddy slapping my ass on the way.
Daddy has nothing to wash out of me but his own cum this time around. No other guy’s mess to flannel out of me while he’s punishing me with an ice-cold shower. He strips me from my uniform gently and slowly, massaging my tits once he’s taken off my bra. I step out of my panties and he tosses them to the side, admiring me as I stand there in just my white socks.
“My beautiful girl,” he says then drops to his knees in front of me.
“I love how smooth you are,” he says, ghosting his fingers over my freshly shaved pussy. “Such a perfect little pussy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Let Daddy give you a different kind of clean up first,” he says, and presses his face to my crotch.
His nose rubs against my wet slit, breathing me in, before his tongue laps up the mess he’s made inside me. The tip digs at my clit, circling in tiny little flickers. His hands grip my ass to hold me steady, no escape as he winds up his little princess and her horny pussy.
“Play with those beautiful rosy nipples,” my daddy says.
So I do. Tugging and tweaking and moaning as he stares up at me, lapping at my clit.
“That’s so nice, Daddy,” I tell him, pushing into his bearded face.
It’s Daddy’s turn to moan as he ravishes his daughter’s needy cunt.
And his slutty daughter loves it as he grips her ass cheeks and forces his tongue deep, nudging my throbbing clit with his nose.
“Don’t stop, Daddy…”
I gasp with surprise when two fingers slide into my ass and Daddy’s hot mouth clamps around my clit. He doesn’t stop. Two fingers in my ass, his big thumb in my cunt, fucking me in and out as he sucks on my clit. My hands are in his hair and I’m lost to the growing sensations, it’s so good.
Daddy makes me squeal all over again as I come for him, standing naked in his bathroom with his mouth pressed to my slick, wet cunt. I whimper for him. Moan and squirm. And I thank him with every breath, telling him that he’s the best. He’s the best daddy there could ever be.
I definitely made the right decision with the roleplay, because the loving vibe that comes from my proud father drives me wild with want for him.
I’m smiling my head off, rolling on a high when he sits me on a stool and peels my socks off before I slide into the steamy hot bath he runs for me. I dip myself under the water so my pigtails are soaking wet, clinging to my back as I sit up again.
“That trip will have made you filthy, literally,” Daddy says. “The shower blocks must have been terrible.”
“They were awful,” I tell him. “The shower jets hardly worked. I feel really scuzzy.”
“Scuzzy?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “You know, like… soiled. I guess there’s no place like home for a proper bath.”
“I’ll fix that, princess, don’t worry. You’re home now. You’re going to have such a lovely cleanup tonight. We’ll make it all better again. And you’ll feel good as new.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Daddy takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the back of the bathroom door. He uncuffs his shirt and rolls up his sleeves, reaching for the pink flannel on the shower tray. It looks new, and it’s neatly folded. I know he bought it with his princess in mind. Holy shit, I love the flannel play. My clit sparks all over again just at the sight of it in his hand.
He’s such a tease as he starts with my shoulders, giving me a relaxing soapy massage as he works magic with every inch of my skin. He uses soapy bubbles down my arms and over my tits, where his massage gets a bit more serious.
Still, it’s just a tease.
“Hair out of the pigtails,” he tells me, and I tug them free.
His fingers work wonders with shampoo, and I dip myself back under the water before he switches to conditioner, coating every strand.
“You’ve got beautiful hair,” he says.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“And beautiful eyes,” he says as I stare up at him. “So stunning and blue. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Holly.”
“Hopefully I’ll be back home to you a lot sooner next time. Wouldn’t want to leave my daddy missing me too much.”