The day had not gone as planned. What should have been a day of leisurely barbecuing and relaxing had turned in to hell on earthly concern. As if an exigency dragging you in to wreak on a Sunday was n't bad enough, it had resolved just in time to hit the traffic created by a John Roy Major accident on the freeway on the way rest home. `` glad fucking Father 's Day ... '' you muttered as you turned the radio up.

walk through the nominal head door you hear music performing in the house and know that I 'm there. You kick off your skid and footstep quietly down the hall. On your way to the bathroom for a well earned hot shower you pause momentarily in nominal head of my half undefendable sleeping accommodation doorway and laugh to yourself. I 'm dancing around singing along with the radiocommunication in my own room cleaning matter up. I 'm completely oblivious to you as I bound around, braids bouncing along with the music on my knocker, barely contained under my tight ping tank top. You look a picayune lower berth to find my ass ( barely ) covered in a pair of short black shorts, the backside of my cheeks just peeking out as I sway with the music. The internal laughter dies down as something else begins to rise ... But first thing 's first, a much needed shower to release some tension.

You start the water, undress, and step in. From the world-class minute the pee touches your pelt, you can experience your stress washing away with the jets of water dousing your read/write head, neck, and back. You begin to palpate calmer ( at least almost of you ) and much Sir Thomas More loosen, so much so that you do n't mark me pussyfoot in to the bathroom.
'' Daddy, is that you ? ``
You jump, startled by the unexpected speech sound of my voice.
'' Yeah baby it 's me. dad 's finally home. ``
'' I missed you. I 've been so lonely today without you. I want snuggles ! '' I say with a pout.
'' Now ? '' You begin to open the shower door, set up to give me the `` let dad shower in repose '' routine but quit scant when you realize those bouncy pigtails are now resting against my naked chest.
'' Uh-huh. Now. '' I giggle and give you a playful grin.
I slowly pull down my shorts, looking innocently in to your eyes the integral metre and give away my liquid cunny before quickly hopping into the shower bath with you. I wrap my arms around you feeling your now fully laborious pecker pressed against my diffuse skin and reach up on tip toes to kiss where your neck sports meeting your berm. You put your sleeve around me as I continue kissing a path to your throat, then slowly down your chest. As my mitt slide down your torso, complete dragging lightly down your vertebral column to your second joint, yours slide over my berm and make out to lie on my head just as I take position on my knee. I continue kissing everywhere but where I know pop wants it most, nails making trail up your legs and across your pelvis, always stopping just short. Finally I kiss the tip and kick in it a little lick.
'' Good girl '', you mutter more to yourself than to me.
I giggle again and sneak it in to my oral fissure, letting it go all the way to the dorsum of my throat. Your grasp tightens on my hair as you coordinate your poking with my sucking. My pierced spit runs up and down the distance of your putz, trying to take in as much as it can. You feel me beginning to writhe, my own desire and pleasure at seeing you well-chosen making me wet as I think about you in me.
'' crook over sweetheart, Daddy wants more '' you tell me, gently tugging my gold braid to signal me to stand.
'' Yes pop '' I reply, eagerly standing and bending over, spreading my cheeks to give you a dependable view of everything.
You put your work force on my pelvic arch and set about to slowly slide your cock in. You can experience my mean pussy stretching around you and discover me take a thick breath.
'' I 'll startle slow, okay princess ? ``
'' Thank you daddy '', I moan, leaving you timid if I 'm thanking you for going slow or for giving me your cock.
You work your way in until you 're plunging in all the way and I 'm moving back in to you pushing you deeper.
'' Please Daddy, fuck me harder '' I purr placing my manus against the shower wall. You oblige, plowing in to me with more power. `` Mmm ... deeper Daddy. ``
You fuck me all out now, your little princess replaced fully by your little whore. `` pappa I 'm close, can i cum ? '' I ask.
'' Not until Daddy does cosset. '' You continue fucking me, channeling your entire hebdomad frustration into your throbbing rod.
'' Please dad ? '' I almost beg, trying hard not to cum until Daddy says I can.
'' Not yet. '' You feel yourself getting close and starting signal slamming me even harder, determined to be as deep as possible as you near the finish.
'' Please Daddy, I ca n't expect much more. Please ... '' I ask again, desperate for release.
'' Yes baby, cum for me '' you say. As an orgasm floods me you pull me into you and shoot your seed deep inside me. Waiting to pull out until you had completely finished, you pat my hair and whisper `` good miss '' in my ear. I slide my finger's breadth inside my puss and lick you off of them, savoring each drop.
'' Very well girl ''
One last giggle before I wrap up in a towel and I 'm off, about to head back to my room for some freshly clothes.
'' Happy Daddy 's Day '' I smile and blow you a kiss .