An Exciting Distraction: Steamy BDSM Sex Story with a Daddy Dom and a Young Innocent Girl – Ageplay, CNC, and More!

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***This is an adult-oriented story and may contain explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.***

*Every day, I catch the glances and whispers from boys who are captivated by what lies beneath my skirt. Their intense gazes and hushed conversations are like fuel to my desires. A handful have dared to venture closer, stealing a peek that sends a thrilling shiver down their spines. For some lucky souls, they even tasted the essence of my intoxicating arousal, but their pleasure all the time eclipsed mine. Disappointment lingers every time, reminding me that boys are solely fixated on their own release.*

*But what I crave, what my body yearns for, is a man. A genuine man who knows how to truly engage with a woman. One who can ignite, explore, and conquer every inch of my being. Oh, please, let him enter my life. I’m ready.*

As I sit at my elegant vanity, adorned in a luxurious lilac robe, my back turned to the door, I prepare myself for the upcoming football game. Vibrant tunes cascade from my Bluetooth speaker, drowning out the world as I sing into my hairbrush, alternating with delicate strokes of my makeup brush. Lost in my private musical reverie, I fail to notice the door creaking open or your presence. But suddenly, I sense you. Standing right behind me. Towering over me. And then, I hear you. An audible exhale infused with a melancholic quiver. “Enough teasing, Miss,” you declare, employing the phrase we had agreed upon to ignite *that* scene.

Inclining forward, your right hand finds a resting place at my right ribs, pressing firmly before gliding down to possessively grip my waist. Swiftly shifting to the left, your left arm gracefully slides beneath my knees, lifting me effortlessly from the stool before enveloping me in the warmth of your embrace as you rise. You can not wait to indulge in the seductive allure of the neighborhood’s most desirable coed. The one who has captivated your gaze throughout the entire summer. The one you’ve observed diligently during her daily runs and while she sensually washes her car in alluring bikinis.

“That blond boy has been entranced by you all summer, but your enchantment eludes him,” you remark, bounding over to the bed and gently placing me down with a slight bounce. “I know the issue: you bring him release, yet he fails to satisfy you.” Attempting to crawl away from you, I am promptly halted as you snatch hold of my ankle, preventing any further escape. “Stop,” I plead as I struggle once more to distance myself. In response, you squeeze my ankle with a firm grip, effortlessly tugging me back towards you.

“Tell me,” you instruct, and my robe obediently parts as I fall onto my back, my perky derrière teasingly poised right at the edge, legs dangling in anticipation. “Yes, that’s right. I’ve never experienced pleasure with him. Nor with any other boy. Only my own touch,” I whisper almost inaudibly. Vigorously, you pry my knees aside with your own, stepping between them with a purpose. A low, rumbling growl emanates from deep within your chest. “That changes now,” you mutter under your breath. Rendered silent by shock, I remain motionless, legs spread open wide. You press your insistent erection against the cotton fabric of my panties, and I struggle to stifle a moan, my nether regions already dripping with willing anticipation.

*If only you could remove my panties, Daddy, then you would truly know the effect you have on me. It feels so wrong to be enticed by your commanding words and touches. Yet, you came to my room. You yearn for this forbidden fantasy tonight. And I long to be your seductive, innocent coed. I crave being your Good Girl.*

“No, no. Please, stop,” I whimper, my plea filling the room. Your strong hands travel up the outer contours of my legs, reaching my hips, before finding the sides of my panties. With an urgency that asserts your dominance, you swiftly discard them, tossing them away after sliding them from my feet. Returning your hands to my legs, you expertly massage them, exerting pressure with each pass as you work your way back upward. My thighs involuntarily clench when you pause momentarily, hands inching closer to my core.

In one seamless motion, you spread me wide and claim me. Your eagerly throbbing shaft penetrates my tightness, filling me to the brim. I ought to withstand the forceful intrusion, yet deep inside, I secretly yearn for this. I desire nothing more than for you to possess me and take me as you wish. *Please, Daddy,* I think, silently pleading for the pleasure I have dreamt of experiencing within this tantalizing fantasy. “No, no,” I beseech as you relentlessly thrust into me, over and over again. Your grunts and growls reverberate through the room, impossible to contain as you claim your Good Girl’s exquisite pussy.

My trembling legs instinctively attempt to close, but your strong hands firmly grip my thighs, keeping me deliciously exposed. A scream escapes my lips as waves of orgasmic bliss engulf my being. “That’s it, Good Girl. Cum for me. Let your sweet juices drench my cock,” your velvety voice commands, coaxing my climax to undulate in powerful waves.

As your own desire intensifies, your throbbing member swells within me, filling me completely. “This… Is… My… Pussy,” you utter each word with commanding force, between thrusts of unfathomable pleasure. Leaning over me, you pin my wrists to the bed, continuing to pound into me, building my second orgasm rapidly. It approaches with fervor, threatening to pull you over the edge alongside me. My body arches towards you as I strive to free myself from your grasp. Biting my lip, I struggle to hold onto my breath as pleasure consumes me wholly. Your movements grow erratic as your impending orgasm looms. With one final forceful thrust, you release your hot, heavy load deep inside me. A few more primal thrusts empty the very last vestiges of your ecstasy. Collapsing upon me, our chests heave together, my wrists still held captive.

Abruptly, you untangle yourself from me, hastily stepping away. “No more boys. Tease them all you want, seducing them with your schoolgirl skirts and tantalizing ensembles. But save your pleasure solely for me. Daddy and his insatiable cock will provide everything your voluptuous body craves.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply breathlessly, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.

“Remember, if you ever breathe a word of this, I’ll teach you a different kind of lesson,” you warn sternly. I nod silently, acknowledging the consequences as you swiftly depart the room. Dumbfounded and alone, I readjust my robe, then sink back onto the bed, attempting to reconcile the mind-blowing orgasms this man just unravelled from my body with the forceful nature in which they were extracted. A misunderstood paradox.

After taking a few moments to gather myself, I return to the vanity to fix my disheveled hair and touch up my makeup. Time is of the essence if we are to indulge in the pre-game festivities. Daddy’s unexpected interlude may have set me behind schedule tonight, but I am grateful for it. We have discussed at length his desire to possess me with unrivaled passion. After so much anticipation and build-up, damn… It was more than worth the wait.

Finally ready, I descend the stairs to discover you waiting in the kitchen. A tall glass of refreshing water and succulent apple slices with peanut butter await me on the table. You motion for me to sit in the chair before you. Lowering myself gracefully, I reach for the glass of water. “I love you, Good Girl,” you whisper, leaning in to place a tender kiss on the crown of my head. “Mmmmm, I love you too,” I respond, savoring the sweetness of the moment before taking a sip.

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