I Know What You Been Doin’

You’re looking through the curtains at the parking lot.  I come up behind you, one arm around your waist, my other hand at the base of your throat, and I’m pressing my cock against your ass.

I breathe into your ear, you shudder against me and inhale sharply, about to say something.  I slide my hand up against your throat to stop you.

“Shhhhhhh… I know what you been doin’, girl.”  I put some country into my voice.  I want you to think about rural places and small towns and dark dirty secrets.

Your chest is heaving, I can imagine your mind is racing to catch up to the scene I’m prompting.

“What did I do?  I’m sorry, what did I…?” Your voice a hoarse whisper.

“I found your magazines, girl.  Found your nasty magazines with their sticky pages.  I know what you do with those magazines.” My hips are pressing a little harder against your ass.  The hand around your waist has dropped a bit lower, my hand now resting on your thigh.  My other hand is tightening slightly across your throat.  You squirm against me with a groan.  “You like lookin’ at those men with their cocks hangin’ out, don’t you? You look at those dirty pictures and rub your naughty cunt, don’t you?”

“Daddy… I’m sorry… what… what are you going to do to me?” The mixture of anticipation and fear in your voice makes my clit pulse.

My hand slides over until my fingertips are resting on your pussy.  I’m breathing heavily into your ear, my mouth moist against it, “Well, seems you’re pretty interested in fucking, from what I can see of those nasty magazines you love so much.”  More heavy breathing, pulling your hips back against my cock and pressing my fingers against your pussy slit.  I’m wondering how wet you are, I’ll find out soon enough.

“Daddy.. what.. what are you doing.. Daddy…” You moan and lurch back against me.

“You like it, don’t you, nasty girl.  You like how it feels to have a hard cock against your ass.  I know your kind, slutty girls who want to fuck anything that moves.  Even your Daddy.” I’m stroking you up and down now and you’re responding, lifting your hips to follow my fingers.  Your hands gripping the window sill show white knuckles.

“You been lookin’ at them pictures so much, wishin’ you could touch them, wishin’ those men would put their dicks in your little hole.. that’s what you been thinkin’, isn’t it?”  My voice is soft and insistent against your ear.

“Ohhhh.. Daddy.. nooooo…” My hand is no longer against your throat, it’s slid down so my fingers can pinch your nipples.

I make my voice hard again, “Don’t you lie to me, girl.  Do not lie to your Daddy.”

You take a deep breath, a catch in your throat as you answer, “Daddy… yes.. yes, that’s what I want.  I’m so sorry, Daddy.  I can’t help it.”

“Ahhhh, baby… I understand.” Soft and sweet as honey.  “No, you can’t help it, you’re a slutty girl and that’s just fine.  You are what you are”  I’m nuzzling your neck, hands playing across the front of your body.  “Luckily, you have a Daddy who knows what you need and is willing to give it to you.”

“Daddy… what are you saying?  I don’t know, it wouldn’t be right… would it?” The breathy catch in your voice turns me on so much, something unnamed rises up in me and makes me want to throw you on the bed and tear your clothes off.  But I also want to continue the scene, so I stifle that impulse.  For now.

“Some people would say it ain’t right for me to do what I’m gonna do to you, girl.  But my way of thinkin’ is that if you are gonna learn about fuckin’ you should learn from someone who loves you, not just some boy who’s gonna poke his dick into you and be done.”

You give a half sob, half moan and brace yourself against the windowsill, pressing back against my hard cock.  I chuckle darkly.

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you, slut?  You want your Daddy to fuck you, don’t you.” I lean my chest against your back and lick your ear, whispering, “Tell me you want it.”

Your biting your lip, breathing hard, “OhgodDaddy, yes.. please, I need it.. please fuck me Daddy, show me how to do it.”

I pull away abruptly, you gasp and turn your head, a wild look in your eyes.  I take a few backward steps until I can sit on the bed.  I crook my finger, “Come over here, girl.”

You walk to me, eyes down, peeking at me through your eyelashes.  I reach out, grabbing your hand and pulling you roughly to me until you’re standing between my legs.  “You wanna touch it, dirty girl? Go ahead, reach down and feel it.”

You reach out partway and then pull your hand back, biting your lip.  I grab your hand and place it over my bulge.  “There, you like that? Go ahead, I know you want to squeeze it.” You do, tentatively at first, then more.  “Yeah, slutty girl, you like it don’t you.”  You nod in agreement.  “You made your Daddy’s cock hard.”  I lean back.  “You want it in you, don’t you?”

You’re stroking me, licking your lips, “Daddy… can I see it, please?”

“This is way better than magazines, isn’t it?”  I unbuckle my belt and pull my buttons apart, then lean back again. “You go ahead and pull it out… pull out your Daddy’s cock, dirty girl.”

You look up and catch my eye.  The look in yours is wild, feral, full of heat.  It’s the look of my lover, enjoying the game and letting me know it. I give you a little smile and a wink.

You reach into my briefs and pull my hard pack out and begin stroking it.

“Huh, girl, you seem to know what you’re doing there. You been getting naughty with the boys at school?” I’m so hot already, the pressure of your strokes against my clit feels so good.

You give me a coy smile, “No, Daddy, this is the first time, I promise.  It’s just that it feels good… do you like what I’m doing Daddy? Should I keep doing it?”  This is one of those moments where if I let you, you’ll flip the scene and it won’t be ‘dirty Daddy taking advantage of his blossoming daughter’, it will be ‘slutty girl seduces Daddy’.  Not that it would be a bad thing, just not what I have in mind.

“Yeah, I like it fine, but I got something else in mind.”

I stand up and push you up onto the bed. “Time to pop your cherry, girl. Get your clothes off and spread your legs for Daddy.”

Again you flash me a look and I can feel it all the way to the root of my little cock.  You love the dirty talk, so do I. I strip down quickly, getting up on the bed between your legs.  You look so good, your gorgeous curves and soft skin waiting for me to appreciate them.  For a moment, I waver, a sudden rush of love hits me and threatens to push the dirty old man out of my mind.  I shake my head a little, you look at me quizzically and I smile to reassure you.  I begin to massage your thighs and run my fingers across your glistening sex.

“Look at you, girl, wet and ready for my cock.  You want it don’t you baby?  Tell Daddy how much you want him to fuck you.”

I start rubbing my cock head against you, rolling it around the rim of your hole.

“Ohgod, Daddy, yes, please.. please fuck me, Daddy, I need it!” You’re already moaning as if I’m inside you.  As I plunge into you hard and fast, your moan goes up in volume until it’s a shout.

“Girl, you need to hush.  I don’t need anybody knowin’ what we’re doin’ in here.”  You don’t quiet down and I kept fucking you, harder because I know that’s what you want and harder because I know you’ll get louder.

You’re holding your knees, giving me greater access to both your pussy and your ass.  I spank you and you yelp.  “If you ain’t gonna quiet down, I’ll have to do something to get you quiet”  I warn.

You look me in the eye – a challenge – and get even louder.  In response, I reach over to where my packy and briefs sit in a heap on the bed.  Wadding the cloth up into the desired shape, I stop pumping you with my cock and lean toward your face.  You open your mouth as if to ask me to continue and I stuff my come-soaked briefs into your mouth.

Your eyes get big and then roll back a bit as you start working at your gag with your tongue.  “Mmmmmm” you say.

“Nasty girl likes Daddy’s nasty underwear doesn’t she?”  You nod and I can hear that you are sucking on them.  Sucking the come out of them.  Gods, that’s dirtyhot.  I start slamming my hips into your hips, you’re lifting up to meet me, my forehead is dripping sweat onto your chest and face.  I lower my head to your shoulder while I grind deep.  You rake your fingernails across my shoulders and downward, I shout when you hit the soft skin around my waist and I bite hard into your flesh.  You cry out as best you can through the gag and writhe against me, pulling my cock even more deeply into you.  I’m no longer your Dirty Daddy, I’m your lover, the guy who knows what you need and gives it to you as hard as I can because that’s how you want it.

We’ve come several times apiece and I’m finally lying across your body, legs tangled with yours, both of us out of breath. I lift up to look at your face, shining with sweat and bliss.  My soaked briefs are somewhere on the floor, where I threw them so I could kiss you.

“How you feelin’ baby?  You get what you need from Daddy?” I’ve still got a soft country twang in my voice and I’m feeling loose and spent.  “Next time you start touching yourself, you come find me and I’ll help you out.”

You loop your arms around my neck and grin happily, I return the smile and start giggling.  Very unDaddylike.  “Oh, Daddy, I love you, you are the best Daddy.”

I lean down to kiss you, deeply, savoring your sweet mouth.  “I love you, too, baby.  You are the best dirty girl.”

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