“Deeper, Daddy,” I say. “Please, I need to be squeaky clean.”
I grit my teeth as he reaches the knuckles, his fingers still sheathed in wet cloth, nodding my head in silence when he lines his thumb up.
“That’s it, Daddy,” I tell him. “Like that, please!”
I feel his hesitation.
“More, Daddy,” I say.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Holly?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad, I could scream.”
I love being a hardcorer. I know my body’s limits so well by now that it’s a beautiful line to challenge. When my muscles give out and Daddy’s flannel covered thumb pops into my pussy along with his fingers, I cry out, but I take it. I rock my hips, urging him on with a string of whimpers and thank yous.
Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for making me so clean!
My thoughts roll together, blurred by lust, and it’s all I can do to keep up the roleplay as he cleans me harder. Faster.
But then he stops, pulls away.
“Turn around,” he says and I turn to face him, panting like the whore I am.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Shower off,” he says.
I do as he asks and the water stops.
“Sit, and open wide for me.”
I lower my ass to the edge of the tub and open my legs, take hold of my pussy lips and stretch them wide.
“Do it, Daddy,” I say, panting in the steam, his lust-filled eyes on mine. “Deep, Daddy. Clean me deep.”
He makes a show of wrapping the damp cloth around his fingers and thumb, and my God he looks so serious, so determined as he eases the cloth back inside me. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hesitate. And I moan and fucking shudder at the stretch, at the amazing feeling as he turns his fingers inside me.
“More, Daddy,” I say.
He looks up at me through glazed eyes, his knuckles on the rim.
“I can’t,” he says, “That’s as far as it’ll –”
I take hold of his wrist. “It can go much further, Daddy,” I say, and Daddy’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when I shunt his fist inside me and my cunt clamps around his wrist.
“Fucking hell, Holly,” he says.
“Clean me, Daddy,” I tell him, clenching around his fist.
He turns his fist slowly, gently.
“Faster, Daddy. I love it when you go fast.”
He looks doubtful but picks up the pace a little.
“More, Daddy. I promise you won’t hurt me.”
With my hands gripping the tub either side of me, I fuck his fist, and that’s enough to spur him on.
