His Little Runaway (7 page)

She gave a little moaning gasp. “Oh, daddy,” she whispered. “It’s too big. Isn’t it? It won’t fit inside me!”

“Shh,” Wes said, holding the hard length of his manhood in his right hand and pumping it gently as he looked at his naked little girl in her bubble bath. “It will hurt a little, but you’ll get used to it. You’re going to have it inside you every day from now on. Open your mouth.”

“Oh, no. Please. Please, daddy. I don’t think… I mean, I’m not ready?”

“Daddy will be gentle, honey, but he needs to be in your pretty mouth right now. Open up for him, so he can make himself feel good the way a daddy likes to do.”

Ashley’s eyes seemed to glow in response to the dominant tone Wes had instilled in his voice. “Please, daddy,” she whispered. “Please don’t spank me again.”

Wes fought to keep the smile off his face so that the paternal sternness could stay there, turning both of them on. “If you don’t want another spanking, Ashley, you need to open those lips right now, and stick out your tongue. You promised to respect my wishes, and I don’t think I’ve ever wished for anything as much as I want to teach you to suck my cock, right now. I won’t make you swallow today, but I’m going to claim your face with my semen. I need to come so that when I fuck your pussy for the first time I can be as gentle as I want to be.”

Ashley’s forehead developed a deep crease and her eyes opened very wide, as if she couldn’t believe how turned on the threat of a spanking had made her, now that Wes had begun to take her in hand sexually as well as for disciplinary purposes.
We’re going to have so much fun, crossing this line over and over, little girl
, he thought as he watched her jaw slowly drop and her sweet pink tongue even more slowly extend over her lower lip.

“That’s it,” he murmured stepping forward, still holding his cock. “Good girl. Good girl. Here you go.” He laid the head on her tongue, loving the way it looked and the way it felt to make eighteen-year-old Ashley Lewis suck a penis for the first time. He put his hands gently around the back of her head.

“Daddy’s going to fuck your face a little now, honey,” he said, and began to move in and out only a few inches. “The next time you do this, I’ll teach you how to move your head to make me feel good.”

God, it was hard to be gentle: Wes wanted to thrust in deep, make his little girl gag, and shoot his seed into her sweet tummy. But he contented himself with the shallow motion, just loving the way Ashley looked up at him, as if in wonder that she had become such a big girl today.

Close to coming, he pulled out. “Hold it in your hands, honey,” he said. “Rub it the way you saw me do, and just kiss the top to show how important daddy’s cock is to you. Keep your eyes on daddy’s penis so you can learn to give it pleasure.”

Giggling a little now, as if at the almost over-the-top dirty talk, she put her hands, wet and soapy from the tub, on the hard length of him, already moist from her mouth. She kissed very sweetly, and kept her eyes obediently lowered. She rubbed, a little clumsily, but Wes couldn’t suppress a grunt of pleasure.

“Put one hand under my balls, honey, and just hold them gently. That makes daddy feel very good. That’s it. So nice.”

Very close now, he moved her left hand away from his cock and pumped his erection himself. Ashley looked up again, seeming a little startled.

“Close your eyes and your mouth, honey,” Wes said as gently as he could. “Daddy is going to give you your first facial.”

Her eyes went even wider, and then she shut them tight and pursed her lips. Wes put his right hand down to play with her perfect little breasts, taking their pink nipples in his fingers to make her sigh. He reached down further, and held her virgin cunt, ready for fucking, in his hand, and the thought of fucking her, so very soon, sent him over the edge. His seed spurted out all over Ashley’s cheeks and her forehead and her chin, as she gave a startled cry.

“Now, honey,” Wes said gently, “you really do need a shower, don’t you?”

He kept her warm in his arms while the water drained, enjoying the wonderful feeling of his naked skin against hers, of his cock naughtily touching her bare tummy and making her giggle. When they got into the shower and he pulled the curtain closed, the warm water embracing them together, he turned Ashley around and made her stand in front of him, so that while she washed her hair he could play with the sweet little bottom he had spanked so hard. Wickedly he moved his already re-stiffening cock against the pert, adorable cheeks, parting them and even pushing the head against the secret little ring there, letting her know even before he told her in words that she would have to have his cock there, too, very soon.

“Daddy! What are you doing?” she said, turning her face, scrubbed clean of semen now, over her shoulder to try to look at him. Her hair smelled deliciously of the fruit-scented shampoo and looked sleek and sexy as it twisted over her neck. Wes didn’t answer for a moment, but bent down to give her an awkward but very passionate kiss, still pushing his cockhead between her adorable bottom-cheeks as their tongues met gently in the warm, falling water.

“A good little girl takes her daddy’s cock wherever he wants to put it,” he said, when he broke the kiss at last. “You’ll have your first lesson in bottom sex sometime soon, honey.”

“But… but why, daddy? Why do you want to put your… you know… in
there
?”

Wes smiled, wondering if Ashley even knew how thoroughly she had started to enter into the ageplay. He moved his hands from her pert backside and took her right breast in his hand, cupping it and thumbing the nipple, while he put his left hand down between her thighs, loving how available his sweet girl’s virgin pussy was to him now, and would be from now on. Ashley bit her lip as if at the arousal her daddy forced on her so casually.

He spoke softly. “I want to claim all of you, honey. To fuck your bottom is part of that. I want you to understand that when your daddy wants pleasure from your young body, he’ll have it, and you’ll learn to be a better girl by giving it to him, even if it hurts a little.” Her brow creased as if in fear, but Wes rubbed her clit a little more firmly, and her eyes widened with a little sigh from her throat. “Daddy is in charge of you now, and he’s in charge of your anus, too. Because your anus is the most private place of all on your body, and because it’s so nice and tight, daddy will spend a lot of time in there, enjoying himself and teaching you your lessons.”

“Lessons?” Ashley whispered.

“Are you all clean, honey?” Wes asked.

Ashley nodded.

“Then let’s get you dry and into bed. It’s time for you to have sex. Then I’ll tell you more about your bottom lessons, after I’ve fucked your pussy for the first time and you know what it’s like to have a man’s hardness inside you, claiming you.”

He reluctantly let go of her breast and reached out to turn the water off. From the hook next to the shower he took a big fluffy white towel and wrapped it around her, kissing her again as he snuggled her up in his arms. She trembled as he held her.

“Why?” she whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Why what, honey?” Wes asked, smiling.

“Why is it… I mean, how can it be so, you know, wrong… but…”

“So right, too?” He put his hand on her terry-cloth covered backside and squeezed it possessively. Ashley giggled and nestled against him more firmly.

“Oh, daddy,” she said, and kissed his chest. Then she whispered, “Daddies shouldn’t fuck their little girls’ bottoms, should they?”

Wes pulled up the towel so he could hold her bare bottom and work his middle finger inside the crack, touch her there, push in there just a little. Ashley gave a little moaning cry.

“They should if that’s what they think their little girls need, honey. Tell me the truth. Do you need your daddy’s cock in here?” He moved his fingertip in and out gently. “I’m sure you never knew that’s what you needed before now, but if I’m right about my little girl, you’re starting to understand your needs a lot better today.”

“Yes, daddy,” Ashley murmured, and kissed his chest again.

Chapter Nine

Wes picked Ashley up and carried her, in the fluffy towel, from the bathroom to the bedroom. He laid her down on the queen-sized bed and pulled the covers off so that she lay on the bare fitted sheet. She looked up at him in surprise; this wasn’t what she thought
getting into bed
involved.

“When I fuck you, honey, I don’t want any covers to get in the way. I like to look at what I’m doing, and I’m going to move you around the way I want you. Remember who’s in charge.”

She bit her lip. “Daddy,” she said softly.

This transition to suddenly calling him
daddy
still seemed jarring, but at the same time Ashley didn’t think she could ever get enough of it—enough of the sense of caring and at the same time the sense of dirtiness. And Wes seemed to want to make her keep thinking about the naughtiest parts.

Like her bottom. She would never have thought that having a man’s finger there would feel anything other than embarrassing—and it was indeed terribly embarrassing—but the way he talked to her about what he wanted to do with her, how he wanted to seek his pleasure in every part of her body, seemed to make everything strange and different.
Did
she need her daddy’s cock in her bottom? Ashley wasn’t sure… but she couldn’t deny, as much as she still would have liked to, that the thought of him making her take his cock there, in her most private place, made her warm between her thighs as she watched him finish drying himself.

His cock: the cock he had put in her mouth and moved in and out for his pleasure. So big, and so hard—and getting hard again, she could see with a blush. Every time she looked at it her face seemed to get hot, but then she couldn’t help looking at it again. It
made
Wes her daddy, somehow: a little girl like Ashley had a vagina, and a daddy like Wes had a hard cock to put there, whenever he wanted—and to put even in the places where it didn’t really belong, but where a daddy still likes to have his cock, to make himself feel good.

“Lie back,” Wes said gently but with an air of command that Ashley thought she could never disobey now. “Raise your legs and spread your knees wide for me. Hold them open with your hands so that I can see everything I want to see.”

Ashley felt her brow furrow.
Everything my daddy wants to see.

“Do I have to, daddy?” she asked softly.

Wes’ voice turned a little stern. “Yes, of course you have to, honey. Remember your promise. If you don’t show me your pussy and your bottom right now, I’ll need to spank you again.”

A thrill of arousal traveled all the way through Ashley’s body at this news. She hadn’t known, as she spoke the words, why she had asked whether she could get out of exposing herself so shamefully to him; now she did. She didn’t want another spanking, really—not
right
now, anyway, because her bottom still felt warm and a little sore from the last one. She
did
want—
need
—to know that Wes wouldn’t hesitate to teach her another lesson like the first, if she disobeyed him.

“Please don’t spank me, daddy!” she exclaimed, feeling her whole heart taken over by this powerful idea, that she
did
need the discipline only her Navy SEAL daddy could give her. “Please!”

“Then get those legs up, honey. Right now. Daddy wants to see your little pussy, so I can get it ready for fucking.”

“Wh-what does that mean?” Even though she no longer had any doubts at all about whether she wanted to have this kind of relationship—a kind she had never even imagined before today—she kept finding that Wes had an endless ability to say things that kept Ashley nearly on the edge of panic, so arousing and shameful and dominant did they sound.

“Ready for fucking?” he said, with a crooked, wolfish smile that almost took her breath away. “It means that when I put my cock in there, I can pop your cherry nice and quick, and make my little girl feel better between her legs before you even know it hurts. I’m going to get you so wet and ready for daddy’s cock that you beg me to put it in there even though you’re still my sweet little virgin girl.” As he spoke, he advanced two slow steps toward where she lay in the middle of the bed, and now she realized that the height of the bed put her pussy just on a level with the hard length of his manhood, which he held now in his right hand again, stroking it—the sight that had made her feel so faint in the tub, when he had first taken off his jeans and Ashley had seen a man’s hard penis for the first time.

“Oh, daddy,” she whispered, and she did start to raise her legs. Wes looked into her eyes and smiled, then he reached out with his hands and took her thighs in them. Ashley gasped as he pulled her effortlessly down the bed toward him. Then, as she moaned in mingled shame and arousal, he spread her open himself, looking no longer into her face but straight down at her private parts, which she herself couldn’t see, crane her neck as she might.

“So pretty,” he murmured. He let go of her knees, but then he took her own hands in his and moved them onto the backs of her thighs. “Keep them open for me, honey,” he said, returning his eyes to her face for a moment. “Daddy’s in charge of your pussy and your bottom now.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, reverting to the other way to talk about the man who had awakened in her a need to submit to loving masculine authority that she had never thought she could feel.

He looked down again, and Ashley followed his gaze. Then she drew a sharp breath, for Wes had laid his cock on top of the furrow of her pussy, and she thought he would just thrust it in, despite what he had said.

But then Ashley moaned, because her daddy had started to rub her clit with the head of his cock, and it felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and let her head drop to the mattress behind her, just
feeling
the arousal and thinking about how big and strong her daddy was. How he would enter her with his cock and move it in and out, whether she liked it or not.