But it was obvious that he did, and as he rooted around inside that tight chamber he put his mouth down on her clit and sucked the tiny nubbin between his teeth. Kara screamed out her passion, happy to be able to yell as loud as she wantedwhile she came. Her hands were on Daddy's head, pushing him further into her pussy as she writhed against his lips, her asshole spasming around his fingers.
It felt hot and wrong and good all at once.
"Good girl," Daddy said as he lapped up the rest of her juices, before pulling his fingers free of her body and letting the crotch of her panties fall back into place. Her face was still flushed from the orgasm as she tugged her shirt back over her breasts. "Would you like to go out and see a movie this afternoon?"
"Oh yes!" she said, sitting up on her knees so that she could kiss him, tasting the muskiness of her juices on his lips. "Like a real date?"
"Like a real date, sweetheart," he said, looking amused.
Kara was so easy to please. And when they got back from the movie and the dinner he'd take her to, he'd finally get his cock wedged inside that tight little virgin ass.
Chapter 2
Kara licked her lips as she waved goodbye to her mother, acutely aware of her stepfather standing next to her with his arm around her shoulders. Just like a good stepfather would. Her mother was going away for to visit her sister, so it would be just her and Daddy all weekend until her mother came home again.
She didn't know whether to be excited or scared. The only time she got to sleep wrapped in Daddy's arms were the rare times her mother went out of town, but she knew that this time was going to be different. Over the last week her Daddy had become quite enamored of playing with her tiny little asshole during his nightly visits and she knew that fucking her eager mouth and her hot pussy were no longer enough for him.
At the age of eighteen she'd lost her virginity to her stepdad and now he was going to pop her anal cherry as well. Probably this weekend. She tried not to think about it, but it had been impossible to ignore the fact that every night for the past week he'd played with her tender little asshole forlonger and longer periods of time before finally fucking her needy pussy. He'd licked it, shoved two of his fat fingers in it, and rooted around inside the burning tunnel for at least half an hour last night before finally giving in to her pleas to leave her asshole alone and fuck her good and hard.
"Well it's just you and me now, babygirl," he said, grinning at her.
Kara smiled happily up at him. He only called her babygirl when they were alone. She enjoyed acting immaturely, knowing that it would often lead to a spanking, that pleasurable pain that she craved so much. "What do you want to do first?"
"Can I make you breakfast, Daddy?" she asked.
He ruffled her hair. "Of course you can, sweetheart. That's probably a good idea, because I have stuff to attend to up in my bedroom... get some things ready for later." He winked at her and she squealed with happiness, knowing that he was getting something ready for her. Something sexy and exciting.
A flicker of fear went over her face and she wondered if it would have something to do with her virginal asshole. Of course Daddy saw that little flicker of fear but he didn't say anything reassuring.
"Go get breakfast ready, babygirl, and don't forget to put on an apron."
A firm swat to her backside had her squealing as she scampered off toward the kitchen. Kara smiled, knowing that when Daddy reminded her to put on an apron what he really meant was that the next time he saw her she better not be in anything other than an apron.
Reaching the kitchen, she quickly stripped down and then pulled out an apron which would cover her from breasts to knees and protect her skin when she was doing things like making sizzling strips of bacon. The first time she'd cookedfor him she'd done so unprotected by anything and had ended up with little spot burns from the oil she’d sautéed vegetables in. Deciding that she would make chocolate chip pancakes and sausages, Kara got the supplies ready.
She purposefully didn't clean up the excess mix that spilled onto the counter and was rather sloppy as she stirred the batter in the large mixing bowl. Splashes of milk spattered out of it. She didn't clean up those either.
When Daddy finally got down to the kitchen and saw the mess that she'd made, he frowned even as his cock lifted. Kara's pussy clenched as she saw his expression, knowing that she was going to be getting a major spanking.
"Babygirl, what have I said about making messes?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to get your breakfast ready in time," she said with a pout, knowing that they both liked it more when she tried to get out of her punishments.
Daddy shook his head. "Well now we're not going to eat in time anyway because I have to take the time to spank a naughty girl."
"Oh Daddy no, please," she begged, clasping her hands in front of her and making sure that she squeezed her cleavage tightly together over the neckline of the apron as she did so. Beneath the fabric her nipples were hard little points, very visible against the thin material.
"Then you shouldn't have made a mess," he said sternly, grabbing her by the arm with one hand as he picked up the spatula with his other.
Kara's eyes got wide. The utensil hadn't been used yet—in fact she hadn't even turned on the stove because she had been pretty sure her bottom would be getting a heavy beating before she got to that point, but Daddy had never used anything but his hand to punish her!
"Daddy please, I'm sorry!" she wailed as he pulled theends of the apron, making it fall from her body before he upended her over his lap.
Ignoring her begging and apologies, her Daddy rested his heavy arm across the length of her back and then she shrieked as the hard plastic of the spatula came down on her poor bottom. It hurt so much more than his hand! It stung, it burned, it throbbed!
She didn't know it, but it also made a rather distinctive mark on her pale skin; three white spaces standing out distinctly from the bright red of where the plastic had hit, a definite outline of the implement's features visible on her buttocks. Smiling, pleased with both her reaction and the spatula's imprint on her butt, her Daddy raised his hand again.
Smack! Thwap!
