Author Archive for Destiny St. Claire

I am his “little girl.” I call him “Daddy” and he calls me “little girl.” I often put my hair in pig tails and wear a schoolgirl outfit. Most often we play at the seduction… Daddy coming home from work and punishing his little girl for a call he got from my teacher or principal. He takes me over his knee and gives me a spanking, telling me that I need to be good. Dont I want to be good for Daddy? Dont I want to be Daddy’s good girl?

“Oh, yes, Daddy. I want to be good for you! Let me be your good girl!” I plead, my white cotton panties down around my knees, his hands perilously close to my sex. I am  squirming on his lap, grinding against his cock while he admires the red patterns his hands made across my bottom.

“If you really want to be my good girl then you’ll do something for me. Something that Mommy won’t do. But it has to be our secret.”

My eyes get comically big, looking up at him with tears rimming my eyes. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Anything! I won’t tell!”

He tells me to get on the floor. I start to pull up my panties but he has me leave them down. I get between his legs and he looks down to see the swell of my pussy, full and open like a flower in the morning, faint traces of my dew around the tendrils of my pubic hair.

Putting his hand on my chin he says, “Daddy needs help with a problem he has. He gets these pains and the only thing that can help him is if Mommy kisses him in a certain way. But she won’t do it. Won’t you help Daddy feel better?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy. Why won’t Mommy help you?”

“She gets tired of helping Daddy. She says that Daddy hurts too often. But you won’t feel that way, will you, honey?”

“Oh, no, Daddy. I want you to feel better!”

“Good girl,” he says, leaning back and undoing his buckle. He undoes the button of his pants and lowers his zipper. His cock is straining to be free and I see the bulge of him stressing the front panel of his whitey tighties, now dappled with pre-cum.

Freeing himself he says, “This is Daddy’s penis, honey. I need you to kiss me here.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I say before gently showering the head of his cock with little kisses as he holds onto the shaft, feeling his pulse throb under his fingers.

I need him to tell me what to do. I am acting innocent, so he says, “That’s good, honey. Now, lick it, like an ice cream cone.”

My kisses change to little laps as I run the tip of my tongue over him, paying special attention to the underside of the head, knowing this drives him wild. I flick, making his leg jump. “Slow down, honey. Now just put it in your mouth a bit.”

“Like this, Daddy?” I ask, sliding the head into my mouth. He loves watching himself disappear into me.

“Yes….” he moans, “Just like that.”

He feels my tongue working, sliding up and down along the underside of his cock while I suckle him with my lips. He takes my right hand off of his thigh and wraps it around his cock. “Hold it tight, baby girl, and rub up and down.”

I do this obediently and moan. “It feels so nice, Daddy. It’s so warm and it makes my mouth tingle. Am I doing it right?”

“Yes, honey. You’re doing a great job. Try to take more of it in your mouth and move your head up and down a bit.”

“Okay, Daddy…. I’ll try…. but it’s so big!“

 I move my mouth over him, my lips sliding down his shaft while I ring the base with my thumb and forefinger, gently tugging at him as I slide more and more of him into my mouth.

I look up at him with big, innocent eyes as I take him deeper and deeper, pleasing him. Pleasing my Daddy. He knew what this was doing for me…. to me. He knew that if he reached down and felt my pussy that I’d be sopping wet. But that’s not part of the plan.

Sometimes he tells me that my mouth isn’t enough. Daddy needs to do something else that Mommy won’t let him do.

Other times I ask for more. “I want to do everything that Mommy does for you,” I beg. He tells me that he’ll do something close… but that his girl needs to stay a virgin.

Either way, his girl gets fucked in the ass.

But, tonight, Daddy’s little girl is bringing him closer and closer to cumming with my sweet mouth.

“Oh, yes, baby. That feels good. You’re making Daddy feel so good. Daddy’s going to give you a treat. Just keep doing that and he’ll give you some candy. Daddy’s warm, rich candy, right in your mouth,” he says, laying it on thick. I moan around him, taking him even deeper, and he finds release in that moment.

My eyes go wide again as I swallow Daddy’s load. I keep him in my mouth, suckling him gently until he tells me that I was a good girl and pats my head.

I release him and, taking me by the shoulders, he has me lean back. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn to make you feel good,” he says.

He reaches between my legs, feeling my sex slick with desire. He finds my clitoris and takes it between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it gently.

“Oh, Daddy, that does feel nice,” I coo

“Good,” he says, rubbing my nubbin, feeling me rock against his hand. “Be sure to keep our secret and Daddy can make you feel like this all the time.”

He slips a finger inside of me, making his hand into a claw, his thumb on my clitoris, three fingers plunging inside of my pussy. His pinky he slides snugly into my anus and I gasp before driving myself farther onto it.

I was using his hand now to pleasure myself, bucking against it, his fingers going deeper inside.

“Yes, little girl. Lose control for me. Lose control for Daddy.”

I let go of an ear splitting scream as I cum on his hand. He feels my pussy gush and grasp at his fingers like a hungry mouth, the hard suckling slowing with each gasp for breath.

He finally pulls his hand free and I collapse in a heap.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, weakly.

He smiles and leans back, considering doing up his trousers but feeling his cock stiffening again as he looks down at his disheveled “daughter” and contemplates fucking me.

I smile to myself and think fondly of the games we play.