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Chapter 5

It was while I was leaning over the kitchen sink, silently waiting for him with my eyes closed, squirming my delicious body in front of him, quite ready and willing to take his prick into my love hole, that I began to think deeply about him and myself.

I really liked the idea of me calling him my Daddy, thinking of him as such and him thinking of me as his young daughter.

I could see nothing wrong with this. I really liked this fiery thought. It was doing something to me. I could feel the positive horniness of it, the lust of it running through my body. I could feel a warmth in my eager pussy. I could feel my pussylips becoming rich with oil. And I loved this, especially when I could feel hot juices wetting the inside of my delicate thighs and starting to run down my legs.

So these thoughts began to pass through my busy mind. I kept wiggling my happy bottom more and more. I wanted his prick to penetrate my heart. I wanted his fascinating cock to flower up inside my tender channel.

By then he was rubbing his stiff hard poker all over my delirious buttocks, and when I heard my own voice shouting out the sexy words, that I was encouraging him to fuck me, inside I felt like his little girl.

It was just when he was about to slip his cock into my ripe pussy again that he suddenly stood back. I could feel his eyes on my neck. I felt a shuddering, a kind of throbbing in his body. He was perspiring more and more, and the attraction of this was simply glorious. I love it when a man sweats in my arms.

What was he thinking?

Suddenly I felt his arms leave me. They slid down my thighs and were gone. There was a slight chill in the air because both of us had been overheated.

Quickly I turned to look at him, to let my eyes examine his face. I let them fall to his stiff penis and I saw it was very erect. What a thrill it was to look at it. I had to catch my breath. I could imagine his prick in my body. I was very hungry for it. I could have swallowed it whole. I could feel it tickling down my throat.

Richard was using one hand to clutch it, and this hand was masturbating it slowly. His normally bright eyes were drawn and he wasn't smiling.

Then he did. He relaxed. I could see this. He embraced me and kissed my face. Then, still looking into my eyes, he let his tongue graze my lips.

"I'm falling in love with you," he said. "We've got to talk."

His hand caressed my shoulders and my back, and again he drew me close to kiss my lips.

"Yes, we must talk."

Somehow I knew he wasn't ready to fuck me totally yet. His penis wasn't going to enter my heart just yet. Maybe he wanted to have me lying down on a bed so he could examine me first, and I suppose it was pretty peculiar for a grown man to take a sweet young girl into his house and stand her up against an old sink and start to fuck her from behind. I was pretty sure of this when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Let's you and me go into the front room. You'll like it in there. It's more cozy. We can open the bed." We walked naked through the rooms to the front parlour. And I loved this, I could feel his eyes caressing my bare shoulders, down to my rippling buttocks, finally to my bare feet. I walked as if I had on sexy high heels, on tiptoe.

The bed was a convertible, and I sat on it. His eyes were all over me, especially on my seductive breasts.

"Lie down."

He patted the bed and rumpled up the pillow.

I took the pillow and placed it behind my head and just lay back. I stretched out my legs, and how he was staring intently, looking at my pussy, studying my whole body. He was teasing my nipples with his eyes, going round and round my ravishing breasts, then down to my glossy pubic hair; and when he told me to spread my legs open, further apart, and I did this, I felt his eager fingers tracing between my thighs.

"I can't get over how you've filled out," he began, as though he's seen me so many many times before lying on a bed. I recognized this a plain fantasy talk, and this happiness surprised me. Suddenly I was all his. I was his little girl.

Yes, indeed there was something in his voice that amused me. I liked the tone of his voice, how he was speaking. As if I were truly his beloved.

Was he going along with me, was he accepting my own fantasy? I'll bet he was. But I couldn't ask, now could I? I took a chance. I smiled. "You know, Daddy," I kidded him, "I've been this way all along. I'm surprised you've just never noticed my body."

I turned to show him my luscious bottom cheeks, how rich and smooth they were. I even parted my delicate thighs and let him catch a tine peep at my pussy lips. It was covered with little hairs and I could feel his eyes worshipping it.

"You like what you see, Daddy?"

I said this softly and watched his ears picking it up. He smiled at me and I winked back at him.- I used my tongue on my lips and I was still watching his powerful prick as it reared up at my words. Quickly he looked down between his legs and his eyes roamed all over his huge cock. He took it in his hand and played with it. As I said, nothing else thrills me more than seeing a man playing with his own cock. I saw him look directly at me, lick his lips and then dart his eyes back down at his huge cock.

"My prick has never been as hard as this," he said, and using both hands, his fingers closed around the great shaft, he began masturbating it up and down.

I watched as his fingers caressed the whole prick. My eyes were so full of him. Right then and there I wanted to go down on him, to give him great head, to suck on his cock, to sink down on his prick until I could feel the head of it sticking in my throat.

I watched him back down a little toward my bare feet. He took these in his hands and brought them up to his cock and placed each of my bare soles around his cock and began grinding his body and fucking my feet. I used my toes on his shaft and we were simply smiling at each other. I kept up my feet motion, and I saw little drops of his prick fluid forming on the edges of my toes.

I loved fucking his cock with my naked toes.

Then I noticed how he was blowing sweet kisses at my nipples and suddenly they became very hard.

Sitting up, I cupped my delightful breasts and squeezed them. How ripe they were. I offered them to him. I pointed my nipples toward his lips.

"You see how my nipples behave when you're blowing them kisses," I said happily.

He was very silent for a moment, then he looked up at me. "I want to hear more… tell me more, my darling little girl."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You know, Daddy, you've got to find a name for me other than 'little girl,'" I said. "It's so old-fashioned, I mean, calling me your daughter that way."

He looked away. "Tell me your name."

"It's Cherie."

He kept repeating this to himself. He sat on the bed and came closer to me. He crossed his legs under his thigh and his huge cock leaped up straight.

We were very cozy then and he smiled at me. We held hands, and there was something so very tender about this. I loved holding hands.

"Let's you and me, right this minute, play father and daughter," he said.

"But we are that right now, are we not?" I wanted to know.

I laughed and he laughed with me. He came closer and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. I wiggled my body.

"I love the idea," I said. "You know I love being your little girl." I paused and then I said, "I love having you as my dearest Daddy."

"Yes, I suppose you do," he said. "But shouldn't we have a little something, or do a little something about it?" he joked. "Maybe we should have some kind of ceremony."

He reached again for my pretty feet and he began playing with my toes.

"Yes, kiss my feet."

I adored this. I have very nice feet and long toes for a girl, but few men ever notice.

"Kiss my feet. Lick them. Suck them for me."

I stared at him while he was playing with my bare feet, rubbing them over his face, using his tongue on my soles, twisting his tongue between my little toes and finally taking my foot into his open mouth. I love this, and when he was finished doing this, he worked in his saliva, and pretty soon both naked feet were covered with his wetness.

"Oh my Daddy, that's so magical. I love you when you do that. You do love my feet, my little toes? They feel so wet and warm in your mouth, and I love your saliva all over them."

I was suddenly very happy.

"I'm enslaved by your feet," he said, groaning, and then he suddenly had a half smile for a moment or two, then he looked away. It was as if he had been disobedient, as if he suddenly needed to humble himself.

"I want you to suck each little toe," I murmured softly.

Suddenly the thought struck me. I wished that he had said my glorious body had enslaved him, that he was there, down on his knees to worship me, that he would always be naked, be on his knees before me, that when he saw my little bare toes, he would bend down to kiss them, he would crawl. And when he looked up at my hungry naked pussy, he would wait for me to tell him to stick out his long tongue and he would crawl over to me and beg me to offer him my wide open naked thighs for his tongue.

I could hardly hear his words. "Yes," he mumbled, "with each toes, with each heel, with each instep, with both your feet, with all your toes," he answered meekly.

I thought I noticed a sudden change in his behavior.

He whispered, "I know what we shall do, I mean, about our little ceremony."

Let me watch you kiss my toes again," I said and I meant this. I moved up on the bed. With my hands, I braced myself and waved my bare foot all over his face. His eyes really opened wide. His tongue shot out from between his lips. I watched his tongue licking up and down. I loved the wetness.

Yes, this would be it. This would be our ceremony.

I put my feet all over his face, one at a time, up to his mouth, and I watched him as he took one toe at a time and introduced it between his lips. Then, using his tongue, he gently sucked all of my left foot from my toe nails around to the heel. I loved how he was lapping at my heel, and the sight of his wide tongue doing this fascinated me. Soon his lips were kissing all over my shapely ankle and, if I hadn't stopped him his lips would have gone all the way up to my thigh and my pussy, which by then was leaking juices all over my inner thighs.

I felt a great and sudden warmth of feeling for him. Yes, let him by my Daddy! I loved this. It gave me another wonderful feeling.

As his tongue thrilled all over my bare feet, I soon felt it slithering between my toes, and when he took two or more of my toes inside his mouth, I would go quietly mad, shivering and feeling obscenely sexy at the same time.

Finally he took my whole foot into his mouth and sucked on it, covering my entire sole, and all I could do was just look at him. This was an unbelievable situation. I knew that I had found the kind of man I wanted all my life.

Then another idea struck me.

I rubbed the fingers of both hands between my thighs, into my hot liquid cunt, making them wet with my juices. Then I offered him my hands. I was still standing naked on the bed. He was still sitting below me.

"Now suck off my fingers."

Yes, I was thinking, this would complete our relationship.

I put two dripping fingers into his mouth and he sucked off my cunt juices. He grabbed me by the wrist and kept forcing my stained fingers into his mouth, wallowing his tongue until my fingers were dripping with his saliva.

His eyes kept looking up into mine. I saw. a great change of expression taking place.

Instantly I parted my thighs and wet my fingers again in my hot cunt and shoved all of my fingers on my left hand into his mouth. A look of great dismay occupied his features. With his mouth wide open, I shoved the other hand inside his mouth.

I saw at once that he absolutely loved this. His open mouth was everywhere, his tongue everywhere. His eyes went wild. I could hear his blood rising. The muscles in his chest enlarged. I could see the thick veins in his large neck grow sharper. Then I saw a strange light in his eyes.

There was no question in my mind now that he would do everything that I wished.

"Let me see you jerk off your cock." My voice sounded more harsh than I intended, but he liked this tone. And his hand went directly, immediately to his rigid cock and he was masturbating it like crazy, his eyes staring up into mine. Then I clenched my hand into a tight little fist and made him lick and suck my knuckles, watching his tongue as it licked all over my hand.

I was thinking, this man would be the best thing I'd ever had.

I loved to watch him use his tongue on my hands and when I looked down at my bare feet, I could see my toes were still smothered with his hot saliva. I loved this too.

"Daddy…" I said.

His voice came as a whisper. I could hardly hear him. "Yes, Cherie, yes yes…" His eyes were boring into mine.

I wanted to hear myself say it. For more than ten minutes the thought had been creeping around in my brain.

"Daddy," I said "you just tell me once more, tell me again. Tell me you're going to be my complete, you're going to become my utter slave!"