The naked chef 🍴 no good at housework 🙅
Daddy’s promise
I’m horny this morning! Waking up to a glorious blow job from my kitten left me craving more. The way she spoils her Daddy! Spoiling is supposed to be my job.
I want nothing more than to grab her by the hair and pull her back into the bedroom. Instead, we’re strolling through the mall.
The shops are just opening. Rising gates clatter from the far ends the early empty concourse. A scattering of early mall walkers move past us purposefully, eyes forward.
My little one is eager to be here. Last night, I promised her a shopping trip to the stuffie-store and I will never break a promise, even when my cock is throbbing with lust. I content myself with grabbing her luscious ass, squeezing hard. I finish with a sharp upward slap of my open hand.
She gasps, more from surprise than pain. Turning toward me with a reproachful expression, she scolds, “Daddy, someone might see!”
“That’s right, baby.
"They’ll know you’re mine,” I smirkingly add a moment later.
She giggles and slips her arm around my waist, pressing her warm body against me. I feel the familiar rush, a head-to-toe tingle. My already eager cock surges to life, pressing visibly against the worn fabric of my jeans. Without thinking, I reach down and adjust myself into a more comfortable position. My kitten sees the gesture and immediately she understands.
“I love that I make you horny, Daddy. I feel so special with you.”
“You are special. No one is like you. You’re my baby girl. When I get you home, I’m going to make you cum. I need to fuck you. I need to use you hard.”
She purrs in a low, sexy voice and hugs me tighter. I twine my fingers in her hair and draw her to me. As our lips touch, a window display catches my eye. Inspiration is an electric shock. I kiss her quick and hard, then drag her over to the display.
The mannequin in the trendy shop window is dressed in a loose fitting hoodie, the cowl pulled low, hiding its features. I know how I’m going to have my way.
When I pull her abruptly into the small clothing store, she protests weekly. “This isn’t the stuffy store.” But, I ignore her protest.
Stepping toward a rack of dark-gray, hooded sweatshirts, I begin flipping through them, looking for a size XL.
“Daaady!” She says in a stage whisper. “It’s so boyish, I like the pink one over there.” She indicates another rack with a tip of her head, eyebrows raised in imitation of my Daddy-wants-you-to-pay-attention look. It doesn’t work.
Finding the hoodie I want takes only a moment. “I’m buying you this one. You’ll understand why very soon.”
I bring the sweatshirt to register and tap my fingers while the clerk behind the counter fumbles with the tags. I’m not in the mood to wait; my cock is pulsing, straining for release. “I don’t want a bag.” I say impatiently.
Taking the sweatshirt a moment later, I thank the clerk absently and turn to my baby girl as we walk out of the shop. “Tie your hair back.”
She responds instantly to my tone. “Yes, Sir,” she replies, rummaging in her purse for a hair tie. As she binds her hair in a ponytail, I pull the hoodie from the bag I didn’t ask for and rip off the tags. They go into a bin and I pass her the sweatshirt.
I smile as she pulls it on and zips up the front. The shirt is more than long enough to hide her curvy ass. Stepping closer, I reach behind her neck to pull the hood up and over her head. I lean in, lifting her chin gently, looking into her blue, blue eyes before I kiss her. “This will do nicely. Come with me. And keep your head down.”
There are very few shoppers at this early hour but I don’t want to draw attention. We stroll leisurely to the far end of the mall, passing the stuffie store along the way. My kitten glances longingly over her shoulder as we pass, but says nothing.
“Turn left and head for the bathrooms.”
“But I don’t need to pee.”
“Baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies sheepishly and turns into the side hallway.
A light touch on her shoulder halts her in mid step. As she turns to look at me, comprehension dawns. “Oh Daddy, you’re so very wicked.” She smiles and pushes open the door to the men’s room. I follow closely behind.
We are alone. I take her arm and pull her into the far stall, slamming the door hard. A twist of my wrist and the latch clicks with a note of finality.
One hand around her graceful neck forces her against the wall. I crush her lips with mine. I love the look of mingled lust and apprehension in her eyes. Her willingness, her eagerness to please me is an aphrodisiac.
It’s a moments work to drop her jeans and pretty pink panties to the floor around her ankles. Then I rip open my fly and struggle for a moment to free my raging hard on. Kitten’s delicate fingers encircle my thick cock and she strokes me gently. I feel her need, urgent as mine, as our lips and tongues wrestle fiercely.
Unwilling to waste time, my fingers spread her soft, wet pussy lips. I smear her juices over her labia, alternately circling her hard clit and plunging two fingers deeply into her vagina.
Blood is pounding in my ears as I turn her roughly, pushing her face against the cold tile. I’m no longer in control of my lust.
My erection is between her thighs, sliding forward and back. She moans urgently. “Please, Daddy, don’t tease me! Fuck me now!”
And so I do. With my right hand pinning her wrists over her head and the fingers of my left firmly griping the soft flesh of her thigh, I pound her cunt mercilessly, fucking her hard and fast, holding nothing back.
Her cries of ecstasy rebound off the tile. The slap of our thighs sounds like gun fire. I’m beyond caring if we’re interrupted.
My orgasm comes fast. I feel it building, my balls tightening. And then I cum. I thrust hard and feel myself explode deep inside my kitten. She feels it too.
Her body tenses and trembles. She gasps and cries aloud. “Daddy!”
After a few fitful thrusts as the last of my semen pulses forth, I cradle her gently in my arms, kissing her neck and cheek. She purrs softly. Then she turns and kisses me soulfully.
“I love you, Daddy.”
Kitten leans on me a little more than usual as we make our way at last across the mall to the stuffie store. I always keep my promises.
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