BRITTNEYI feel like a pervert, watching Timothy through the security camera as he chops wood in his backyard. The way his muscles ripple across his bare chest and back make him look like a fitness model as he swings that axe. How could anyone not watch when they had the chance? The man is about as sexy a human being as possible, and I sit in my bedroom staring at the screen and trying to resist the urges washing over me. Of course, I can’t resist a damn thing. I never could.My hand moves down and slips into my yoga pants, sliding under the elastic of my panties and right to my clit. I don’t have any inclination to a slow buildup, either. My buildup has already started. It started the moment I saw Timothy take his shirt off. Watching him as he works makes me ready, wet and desperate.I can’t believe how much I want this man. I don’t even know him! I only know his name because I made sure to find out the names of everyone on this street before I moved in. Wefor four days. Nonetheless,
BRITTNEYThe orgasm still pulses through me, even after a nice hot shower getting dressed in some comfortable denim -cut-offs and a nice pink tee shirt. I have pink socks and pink tennis shoes, too. Hell, even my panties are pink! My ponytail is secured with a pink hairband. A pink ball-cap finishes the theme. Sometimes, I just feel like pink. Usually, those are days I want to feel girly.After four weeks in my new house, I have masturbated countless times with images of Timothy in my head. I started out twice a day but now, I am closer to four or five times a day. This is the first time in my life I have been so focused on sex. I’ve never masturbated thinking about a specific man except maybe for a few celebrities.What’s more, when I think about Timothy, I have the best orgasms I have ever had in my life.I even go hours some days without thinking about Leo. That may be the biggest miracle of all. I get a notification on my phone that a package has arrived. Apart from the regular gro
BRITTNEYI stare at the screen, all strength draining from my body. Nobody is around to see how my cheeks turn bright red, and my fingers are still in my pussy. The orgasm I was building to has passed leaving me blissfully dazed... Timothy’s smile never falters as he stops waving and turns his hand up, curling a finger to call me to him. Then, the screen goes black. I have no idea how he even knew about the cameras. I have no idea how he got the screen to go black like that.The only thing I know for sure is that he knows I watch him, and he wants me to go to him. I am terrified but at the same time, my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. I pull my fingers from my pussy and just that movement makes me almost cum a second time. I stare at the blank screen for a moment more and suddenly the only thing more terrifying than going to Timothy as commanded is the thought of making him wait for me.I leap to my feet and rush down the stairs.I can barely understand how the need for him to fi
BRITTNEYProtect me?I want desperately to agree to that. Hell, I want desperately to agree to everything. After three days of not being able to sit down comfortably and loving the reminder of how he took control of me, I want to give him even more control. I still find it hard to leave the house. Even when it only means a short walk to his front door, but I want to see him. I want to talk more with him about what he can and can’t have. I also want...Well, there are no two ways about it. I want to have sex with him again.I can’t get past the fact that the man is terrifying in so many ways. With scars that crisscross his back and the general fact that he could probably snap anyone in two without breaking a sweat. I can’t get past the fact that despite all that, when he looks at me, I see in his eyes kindness and even love.It’s been almost three months of me wanting to sleep with him and him telling me not until I’m fully committed. He really thinks of me as a little girl to protect an
BRITTNEY“Are you mine?” he asks me again, as though the previous answers leave him unsatisfied as his fingers drive me to an unbelievable orgasm.“Oh God, yes! Yes, Daddy!”“Completely?” That part of the question is new.I grab his hand and push it away from my pussy and rise to my knees so I am face to face with him on the bed. “I am yours completely Daddy,” I say. “I’m your little girl and I want to be your little girl forever.”He looks at me for a long second and then kisses me fiercely. When he finishes, he says, “Little girls need rules, and I expect you to obey them.” “Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out.“And a good little girl gives her Daddy everything.”“Everything, Daddy. Anything you want, any time you want it.”He kisses me again, "Now. I want it now.”I gasp as he lifts me up. Suddenly I am atop him, his cock diving deep inside of me. It finishes the work his fingers began, and I cry out as I cum. “Daddy!”My body explodes with incredible pleasure.The first time was the culmina
DADDY’S STUBBORN LITTLESYDNEYMy best friend Brittney has her perfect life and mine is still crap. I’m trying to be happy about it. I really am. Hell, for years I fought to try to get her away from the guy who was abusing her and then it finally happened. She got free and he’ll never bother again. Plus, she happened to fall in love with the most perfect man in existence. If there was clay called STUFF GIRLS LIKE, then Timothy was molded right out of it.Brittney, has it made.As for me, there’s a man molded out of clay that could be calledEXACTLY WHAT SYDNEY HAS ALWAYS WANTED BUT WILLNEVER HAVE. He’s Timothy’s best friend, and he is everything I want and everything I need. We met at dinner last night celebrating Brittney’s engagement to Timothy. About three hours. That is the total amount of time Jonas has been in my life. Three hours. He is everything I want and that is why I’m never going to have him. Things like that don’t happen to me. I’m not the star of the show. I’m the suppo
SYDNEYSo, now I know how the world ends.I leap off the couch and, of course, promptly stumble and fall right down on the floor. I’m desperate to get away and when I go to stand up, I bang my head on the coffee table. It’s like an evil slapstick comedy routine and I groan from the pain in my head.I force myself to get up and then I see Jonas, who looks at me with amusement in his eyes. The amusement infuriates me even though it’s sexy as hell. It doesn’t matter. The complete humiliation of the situation makes everything else irrelevant, and I leap forward to get past him, run upstairs, hide in my closet and die a slow, lonely and mortified death.And the slapstick continues.As I leap forward, my foot slides on the tee shirt I casually dropped on the floor, and I fly backward, banging one elbow softly on the couch cushion and the other elbow on the corner of the coffee table.“Ow!” I cry out. I leap back up and fall sideways onto the couch.“Calm down,” Jonas says.“I…I… I…” I can’t
SYDNEYI really want to call him Daddy.I hate that I really want to call him Daddy.It seems very strange to be grateful I have my mouth occupied with his cock so that I don’t lose the battle and call him by that title. He is very well endowed, and it seems strange to care because I have never really paid attention to size. In fact, I’ve always thought that was more of a thing men cared about than women. Now, though, as he grows in my mouth, I find myself thrilled by it.I’m also thrilled by the blowjob.That’s a new thing for me. I don’t hate blowjobs or anything like that but they’re not something I particularly like. I always think of them as a sort of necessary evil. For some reason, though, I really like it now. Obviously, it has to do with my attraction to Jonas, but it still surprises me. I have been attracted to other men that received the same as him. I always just don’t mind giving the blowjob. I never actively enjoy the process as I do now.I’m trying to process it in my mi
ZOEYMy thoughts disappear, at least all of the worries and fears. Oh, I know they’ll return but if Micah is right, they will fade over time, and that’s good enough for me. The thoughts that remain are all characterized by disbelief. It just isn’t possible for anything to feel as good as Micah’s mouth working on my pussy feels. His tongue explores me in the most astounding way, and I gasp and yank my shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor.My hands immediately go right back to his hair, and I run my fingers through it as I moan and hook one leg over his shoulder. How can things feel this good? How can they possibly feel this good? I’m moaning just as though I were in a p**n movie, and as I lift my hips to press my slit against his mouth, I can’t help but behave like some kind of total slut, with how I moan and writhe.God, he feels so good!I try to talk but nothing can get through the moans as pleasure rushes over my body. I can feel the orgasm right beneath the surface, ready to e
MICAHShe isn’t playing with me. It takes me a moment to realize that, and when Ido, understanding comes. She is testing me. She is trying to determine whether or not I will be a tyrant and insist, or if I will respect her wishes. Of course, I will respect her wishes but only her real wishes, not things she expresses as her wishes when she doesn’t actually wish for them.“Why?” I ask.She seems stunned by the question. She expects me to fight her or to simply comply. She doesn’t expect to have to offer an explanation.“I just don’t want to,” she says.“Why?”“It’s not something I want to do,” she says. She’s uncertain now.“That’s fair,” I say. “I will only insist on things when it’s for your own good, and I will only press the issue if you understand why I think you should do it and still refuse.”She seems both relieved and confused.“And I told you to do something right now, and you refused. That is your right, little girl, but I deserve to know why because until I do, I can’t dete
MICAHThe weight of her body next to mine as she leans against me with her head on my shoulder is absolutely perfect, and I let my hand move over her back as she recovers from the intensity of our lovemaking. She still whispers, “Daddy,” occasionally although I can hear in her voice that she’s losing a battle against sleep. That’s fine with me. I like the idea of her falling asleep in my arms. I can still feel her. I can still feel her as though I’m still inside of her and it seems the sensations of her arms and legs wrapped around me will linger for some time. That is more than fine with me, and I smile as I look at the ceiling and listen to my little girl breathing. I can’t imagine anything better than this moment. I remain alert until I can tell from her breathing she’s asleep and only then do I let myself relax, fading into a half-sleep state, moving in and out of consciousness as we lay on the bed. Every time I become fully aware, it is awareness of Zoey next to me, and there i
ZOEY“So, I’m a little now,” I say nervously. “At least I think I am.”Tiffany looks at me from where she stands at the copy machine, then smiles. “I thought you already thought that.”I nod. “I mean, uh, I mean I have a Daddy, I think.”She squeals and runs over to me, giggling like crazy. Naturally, that makes me giggle, too, because Tiffany’s excitement is absolutely infectious.“Details!” she says. “Details!”We only have an hour left of work, and the time passes quickly as I tell her all about my trip into the woods with Micah. She makes me tell her about the kiss nine or ten times, and then she makes me tell her about the goodnight kiss.“Why in the world didn’t you pull him into the house and screw him silly?”I don’t have a good answer.I wanted to.I really wanted to.But I didn’t.I never do things I want to, at least not things like that when there might be a rejection involved. It’s stupid, I know, but it is who I am, stupid or not. I want Micah more than I can recall ever
MICAHI can still feel her weight on my lap, and I’m nearly desperate for her, my erection pressing against my jeans in a way that would be obvious if we weren’t walking. I glance at her, and from her pink tee shirt to her pink shorts to her pink socks to her pink tennis shoes, she’s so damned perfect. I fight back every urge I have to stop right there and just pull her into the trees, spread out the blanket and enjoy my little girl right then and there. Instead, I keep myself moving forward.“Watch your step, little girl.” I reach down and take her hand. “Hold tight.”“Okay, Daddy,” she says, and I feel her squeezing my hand.I navigate through the trees and I make it a point to regularly come across obstacles I can help her overcome. I lift her over a log and carry her around a boulder, and if she knows I’m intentionally ensuring all those things are in our path, she doesn’t let on.I see movement ahead and I drop to a crouch and pull her down with me.“Hush now, little girl,” I whis
ZOEYI open the door and there he stands, like some god come to visit.I swallow hard and manage a squeaked, “Hello.”He smiles and says, “Hello, little girl.”Little girl! I swallow again and he smiles at me.“You like when I call you that.”I couldn’t tell if he was asking a question or simply stating a fact. “I’ll call you that from now on,” he says. “and you’ll call me Daddy.”If he’d put a big vibrator against my pussy at the highest setting it wouldn’t have had a stronger effect on me. I know my face is flushed and I find myself in the unlikely position of hoping he thinks I’m embarrassed and bashful, so he won’t understand that the flush has everything to do with immediate arousal.“That’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” I ask. God, I’m trying to be coy and playful, but he must know I’m aroused. He must hear it in my voice.“It would only be presumptuous if it weren’t true,” he replies. “Come with me. I’m taking you out.”“Are you telling me or asking me?”“It doesn’t m
MICAHI never had plans to stay in my hometown for very long. But for Zoey, I’m making a change in plans. She doesn’t know it yet, but that girl is mine. She is everything I want in a woman.In a little girl.She is everything I want in a little girl and I will be the perfect daddy for her, even if she doesn’t yet know what that means. She works with my cousin’s little girl, and she’s interested in the lifestyle. As for me, I’ve been a part of the lifestyle for almost ten years. In fact, coming home to find my cousin had become a Daddy was a welcome surprise.She’s beautiful.She’s beautiful and she’s sexy and she’s just about as perfectly suited to being a little as any girl I’ve ever met. In fact, it’s hard to imagine a girl who might be more perfect in that regard. She’s sweet and tentative, and she’s desperate for someone to take care of her and help her bloom. Oh, she doesn’t necessarily understand all of that, at least not in those terms.It’s true, though. I know it is.This lit
ZOEYI’ve come to the conclusion that if I could have what Tiffany has with her Daddy, I’ll be very happy. Of course, I don’t know nearly enough about how to be a little girl to a Daddy, and I doubt any Daddy would ever want me in the first place. Still, the thought of a relationship like that is pretty exciting.It’s more than exciting.It has been so long since I found myself in a situation where I’m legitimately excited, but today I am. Tiffany invited me to get together with her friends for what she calls a ‘playdate’. The county offices are closed on Saturdays, so we’re both off and it seems a lot more fun than just sitting around my little apartment watching television and being lonely.Okay, the main reason I’m excited about going is because I might see Micah.Micah is Robert’s cousin, and Robert is Tiffany’s boyfriend. He’s also her Daddy just like Brittney’s husband Timothy is also her Daddy and like her neighbor Cydney’s husband, Jonas, is Cydney’s husband. Micah is everythin
TIFFANYHis hand comes down again and my body explodes with pain once more, pain that shoots from my ass cheeks sharply and seems to travel up my back and down to my feet. It is excruciating but cleansing as well. I don’t understand. I don’t understand it at all. His hand falls again. I’m weeping and these tears, unlike those shed before, are the tears I needed, the tears I wanted.I don’t understand how but I also discover that my body is responding with more than just pain.Despite the sting of the spanking, I feel more aroused than I can ever recall feeling!There is a strange mix of emotions involved as well. I feel hurt, of course, from the pain. I feel guilty for what prompted the spanking, and I feel humiliated from having a spanking in the first place. There is also something deeper and unexpected. I feel centered, happy and safe.A spanking makes me feel safe!I’m so damned turned on that I feel myself progressing toward orgasm. I end up lifting my ass a little bit toward the