Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“I’m certain you’ll be back home again very soon. Daddy will always be calling for his amazing daughter.”
Amazing.
I feel such a sense of relief when I hear his words.
When it comes to washing the conditioner from my silky hair, he uses the shower hose, not the bathwater. He pulls out the plug and lets the water drain away as he tends to my jet-black locks, and my horny instincts rise again. I keep eyeing up the flannel draped over the side of the tub.
So many memories…
“I’m dirty inside,” I tell him, spreading my knees. “Please, can you clean me everywhere.”
“Patience, sweetheart. Daddy knows how to get his little girl clean.”
Fuck patience.
He positions the shower head back on the stand, allowing the fine spray to wash over me, and he wrings out the flannel once my hair is done, teasing my calves, knees and thighs as he makes his way higher.
“You’re still full of my cum,” he says. “I’m going to make you squeaky clean, but I’ll be giving you a lot more later.”
I give him my best girly grin. “Maybe I’ll be needing another cleanup before college tomorrow?”
“Good girl, Holly. Wouldn’t want you to go to class dirty, would we?”
“No.”
“I’ll have to set the alarm extra early.”
He’s talking crap, because we won’t need an alarm. We never do. We barely sleep through our all-night sessions. No matter how much playtime we have, it’s never enough to drift off into dreamland.
“Stand for me,” he says.
I push to my feet and he pulls the stool up next to the bath and sits on it, his head right next to my pussy. My legs part on instinct.
“Here we go,” Daddy says, and I moan when he spreads my pussy lips open. He examines me as though he’s checking out the filth for real. “I’m going to have to get in there and clean you out deep, sweetheart. You’re dirty all the way inside.”
“I know. All the way.”
“Very, very deep.”
“Really deep. As deep as you can reach.”
“That might hurt.”
“That’s ok, Daddy. Whatever it takes to be clean for you.”
“Good girl.”
“Just clean me. Empty me out, then fill your little girl back up again. Please.”
He nods. “Turn around, hands on the wall.”
I turn, hands against the tiles, legs spread, the lovely warm water flowing over me as he caresses my ass cheeks with the sacred flannel.
I brace myself, the shower flowing overhead as he rubs the sacred flannel up and down my slit, prepping me for the deep clean. I remember the way his flannelled fingers felt when they pushed their way in. It’s divine. And I want more.
I want Daddy to clean out my pussy with his whole fucking hand, for more of the sensation.
I moan at three fingers, and whimper at four, the texture of the warm fabric grating like a dream.
“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.