Daddy Fetish

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Jessica enjoyed this gig, which had surprised her at first for none of it was her usual thing – the role play, his age. At first she’d thought him creepy, a dirty old pervert, and maybe he was. Perhaps she had a taste for perversion herself?

He came in through the front door, letting himself into the flat with his key. Straight away she saw his eyes slither over her body; she knew he was taking in the training shoes, the pink ankle socks and her legs – her long, long legs. The hem of the skirt high on her smooth thighs was just, and only just, on the side of decency, just the way she knew he liked it. She widened her stance and placed her hands on her hips, palm against her skirt as she regarded him with a truculent stare. She knew he liked that too. He liked her feisty ... At first. His tongue came out and slid across dry lips as his gaze burned her high, tight bosom, her perky, unsupported tits – ripe peaches that had no need of a bra, held tight inside her tee-shirt.

For long moments he stood there just staring. Finally his rheumy eyes found hers.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” The accent was flat-vowelled Manc – delivered slowly but dangerous and threatening.

“Fuck all,” she answered in the same monotone, nasal drawl. Her nipples throbbed and her clitoris pulsed. She knew what was coming. “Just thinkin’ about goin’ out.”

“Goin’ out with lads?” His fingers clenched into fists, huge calloused hammers. He stood, staring at her, his hands clenching and unclenching, dirty boots cemented to the floor, a grubby-jacketed, ragged-hemmed parody of Gort in The Day the Earth Stood Still. “Dressed like that?” His eyes slithered over the contours of her nubile body again. The lizard tongue wet the reptilian lips. “I don’t fuckin’ think so.”

“You can’t stop me,” she challenged. “I can go out when I like, with who I like ... And,” she added with a petulant flick of her blonde hair. “I can do what the fuck I like with ‘em.”

(is her Daddy going to punish her?)

Daddy DEFINITELY has to show her who's boss! :caning:
 
Good son very sharp thinking. I am in a wheelchair, so starved for touch, not as sex only but nuturing. Kindness I often didn't get in the tough love independence at all costs way society treated me.
I envied those whose familes cared for them. ALthough damned as babying, to me it was giving a soft landing.

I'm so sorry - society...and some families...can be very heartless while telling themselves "it's for their own good". I don't think any adult ever gets enough loving, nurturing touch - as differentiated from sexual touch - we could all use more. I wish there was some way to ensure that those who need (and deserve) it most were able to obtain it...........:rose:
 
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“You might be <i>old</i> enough,” he drawled, mocking her with his voice and with his sneer. “But I still sez you en’t gunna.” His chin, bristled and square as a miner’s jutted at her belligerently. “Not dressed like that. Not with yer clout hanging out under yer skirt. Put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

“Why should I?” Her expression shifted, the eyes narrowing slyly. Her accusation came as sweet as sugar from her coral lips. “You seem to like looking at me when I’m dressed like this.”

Time stood still. Jessica heard muted street sounds from beyond the window. Her heart hammered in her chest. She could hear the man’s snuffling breath as he took air both in and out through his mouth. He stood immobile, his bulk blocking the door, the only way out if you discounted the thirteen storeys to the pavement below.

“What did you say?”

His face, those hammer fists and dark eyes. She’d gone too far; she knew it too.

But she wouldn’t shut up.

“I said,” she turned and bent at the waist so her buttocks taunted him. “You seem to like looking at me when I’m dressed like this.” She flicked the hem of the skirt, a rabbit-tail flash.

He gasped when he saw her. “You ...” he began, eyes bulging, lips moving yet unable to make a single articulate sound – A goldfish landed and gasping. He took another threatening step. “I should just ...” he managed eventually, his face puce.

“What? Jessica jeered. ‘What are you gonna do?” she challenged and flicked her skirt again.

(OMG....ducking for cover.....glad it's not MY father.....I'd be gettin' killed.....):(
 
Peaches you being good tonight, not hogging all the Daddies for yourself?? Remember sharing is caing!!!!
 
Peaches you being good tonight, not hogging all the Daddies for yourself?? Remember sharing is caing!!!!

*Shaking my head emphatically* Nope - just trying to catch up on what happened today Daddy! Besides....I have to go do my laundry....in the bathtub*giggles*
 
Hello everyone. This thread gets bigger and bigger, and now it's even bi.


Bilingual anyway. :)
 
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