I'm A Daddy's Girl Thru And Thru

I never thought of myself as a Daddy's girl. At work, I was young and innocent then, I made the mistake of going to a car dealership by myself and getting the rotten deal of the week. When my boss, a Daddy figure if there ever was one, found out he gave me a man lecture which ended with 'what were you thinking, if you need to do something like that you come and ask, you don't go it alone' Is that understood? Yes sir.

I thought maybe I had wet my pants. When I went to the ladies room it was my sexual juice and I was very wet. From then on when he spoke to me, one on one, or in a meeting I always got wet and I always said yes sir. Somehow I knew that he was going to take me and make me a woman. I knew it, I dreamt of it, I did everything but beg him out loud. One day I showed him my panties, I mean showed him, pulled up my dress and showed him my panties. He said 'what do you want?' Are you offering me your pussy? I said, yes sir.

He took me out to dinner and then to my apartment and he pushed me down on my bed and pulled my panties off. By then I was wet and waiting and he stuck his nose right up my vagina hole and licked up between my butt cheeks to my ass. I fought to get away, to turn over, anything. He held me down with his hand on my throat. He said 'I'm going to fuck you' and I said, yes sir.

I got fucked vaginally, All the way, with complete ejaculation. And after he recovered and started fucking me again he got his dick against my asshole and I got fucked that way. 'Don't you cry' and I said, no sir I won't cry. After we showered he slapped my butt a couple of times, holding me by the arm as I tried to walk away. They were hard loud slaps. whap whap. I was learning. He was my Daddy now and if he wanted to spank me then that was ok.

I wasn't innocent any more.

I'm a Daddy's girl, thru and thru. I keep my place ready for him to come by, I fix dinner or breakfast or both. I have his toothbrush and toothpaste and in a drawer a change of underwear and socks. I call him Daddy when he fucks me, if he spanks my wet bottom I cry out Daddy don't,

I get wet when he talks hard to me, get wet when he invites me to fuck, get wet when he looks at me. I've learned to keep spare panties at work just in case. On his calendar in his office, the one that's close to his computer, I put a little red dot on the days that I'm indisposed for my period. All he has to do is look. I do love him, in a Daddy sort of way. And I like it when he wraps me up and says he likes me. Yes sir, that's what I answer.