Bluebeard’s Wife

CHAPTER SIX

I was still feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the Ecstasy when I pulled up into the driveway. I shouldn’t have driven home at all, and I knew it. The light was off in the living room and I wondered if John was still up. It was going on midnight now. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I opened the car door, the wind under my coat reminding me how little I was wearing underneath.

The warmth of the house was a welcome, and I slipped my coat off, hanging it in the front closet and putting my purse and shoes by the stairs. “John?” I called up.

“Yeah.” His voice in the dark of the living room startled me. I could see the outline of him sitting on the sofa.

“What are you doing in the dark?” I asked, smiling as I approached him, leaning down to turn on the lamp on the end table.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and sweeping over my outfit. “Waiting for you.”

“You were?” I raised my eyebrows at him, trying to read his expression.

“Come here.” He held his hand out and I moved to cuddle in his lap, but he stopped me, holding my hips and shaking his head. His eyes moved over my outfit, the white thigh-highs, the red plaid skirt, the sheer blouse, tied at the waist, and the way he was looking at me made me feel weak-kneed. “I’ve been thinking about you in this outfit all night.”

“Do you like it…?” I knelt between his legs, looking up and biting my lip. “Daddy?”

His eyes lit up when I said it and I heard him let out a pent-up breath. “Hell, yes.”

I knew it was the alcohol giving me my courage. “Have I been a bad girl… Daddy?”

“Have you?” he asked, tilting up my chin. I started, knowing he couldn’t possibly know what happened between me and Kali tonight, but suddenly I felt very, very naughty.

I nodded. “I’ve been very, very bad, Daddy.”

“Tell Daddy about it,” he said, tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. His voice had that lower, sexy tone I recognized from his phone conversations.

“I’ve been thinking about bad things,” I said, getting into the fantasy. “About…

boys.”

“What have you been thinking?” he asked, and I could see his cock through his trousers. He was getting hard.

“I can’t help it, Daddy,” I murmured, putting my head on his knee and rubbing my hand slowly over his thigh. “When I think about boys… touching me… I feel all funny…

down there.”

“Where do you think about them touching you?” He made a low noise in his throat when my hand brushed his cock, just lightly, before sliding back down his thigh.

“Daddy!” I said, playing shocked, but I actually found myself blushing like a school girl.

“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, smiling. I nodded. “Then just show me. Point to where you think about boys touching you.”

“Here,” I said, sitting back and biting my lip, letting my hands move over the front of my sheer blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and my nipples were hard, poking through the material.

“Where else?” He watched me, licking his lips, his eyes following my hands. I stood, pulling my skirt up and pointing between my legs. His eyes lit up when he saw the white cotton panties I was wearing.

“Do you ever touch yourself there?” he asked, leaning forward to look at my pussy through my panties. I could almost feel how much he wanted to touch me, the sweet taboo of the fantasy making it all the more exciting.

“Y-yes,” I admitted, finding myself blushing again.

“Show me,” he said, leaning back. His cock was tenting his trousers now and the sight of it made my mouth water.

“Daddy!” I said again, acting shy, but I slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my skirt so he could see while I spread my lips. My pussy was still wet and swollen from Kali’s sweet little tongue and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my clit, moaning as I remembered.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and I watched as his hand moved over his trousers, rubbing at his erection. “Have you ever let anyone put anything inside of you?”

“No,” I whispered, rubbing myself faster now. “But sometimes… oh Daddy…” I moaned, sliding a finger into my pussy.

“Sometimes…” he encouraged, his eyes focused on the motion between my legs.

“Sometimes I imagine… a great big cock…” the slippery wet noises increased as I slid another finger in.

“That’s very naughty,” he said, and I could see his hand tracing the outline of his cock.

“I know,” I said, blushing. “Sometimes I even imagine…” I met his eyes, my breath coming fast, lost in the fantasy. “I even imagine your cock, Daddy.”

He groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. “Do you want to see Daddy’s cock, baby?”

“Yesssss,” I purred, my eyes glued between his legs. “Please, Daddy.”

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand to me. I knelt between his legs as he freed his cock. It was rock hard and he pointed it toward me. “Have you ever touched one before?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, looking at his cock, fascinated. “Can I touch it?”

“Yes,” he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around him. He made a little noise when I rubbed my fingers over the tip. “Ohhhh that’s good.”

“Does it feel good, Daddy?” I asked, watching his face.

“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes half closed. “You make Daddy feel so good, baby.”

His hand moved over mine as he started to stroke it, up and down the shaft.

I took over the motion. “Like this?” I breathed.

He groaned, nodding. “Yeah, baby. A little faster.” I pumped him faster, my breath matching his, coming in short gasps. My pussy was soaking wet and I found myself completely absorbed in the fantasy.

“Is that good?” I whispered, watching his eyes.

“You’re very good,” he murmured, running a hand through my hair. “You know what would make Daddy feel even better?”

I shook my head, watching the tip of his cock getting wet with pre-cum. He was liking this as much as I was, and that was such a turn-on.

“Would you kiss it?” he asked, and I stopped stroking him, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Kiss it?” I cocked my head, biting my lip.

“Please, baby,” he murmured, pulling my head closer. “Just put your mouth on it.”

“But… Daddy…” I said, close enough that I could feel the heat of his shaft against my cheek. I put a gentle kiss on the tip and he shivered and groaned. Encouraged by his response, I kissed it again, longer and a little harder, and was rewarded by his moan..

“Now, lick it, baby,” he said, pressing me toward his cock. I reached my tongue out and lapped at the tip, all around the head. “Yeahhh, that’s a good girl… just like an ice cream cone.”

“Mmmmm!” I licked all down his shaft, even over his balls, making him squirm and tighten his grip in my hair.

“I like it, Daddy,” I told him, making my tongue flat and licking him from base to tip.

“Good girl,” he said, his eyes half-closed as he watched me. “Now, Daddy wants you to suck it.”

I stopped licking him, my eyes wide.

“Just like a lollipop, baby girl,” he murmured, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. “Yeahhhhhhh! That’s it!” I took him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could into my throat. I choked a little on the length of him and that made him groan.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, and I could feel his hand reaching underneath my blouse, rubbing his fingers over the soft cup of my breast. I moaned around him when he tweaked my nipples. “Suck it good and long, baby.”

I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking more and more of him with every stroke. He was grunting and thrusting up hard into my throat, making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept me there, my eyes watering, gasping for breath. Finally, he pulled me away, and I could see my saliva dripping down his shaft, over his balls.

“Fuck,” he moaned, catching his breath. “You are a very, very, very naughty girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimpered, and I could feel my pussy dripping, my thighs soaked, my panties still twisted around my legs.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about doing with boys?” he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand. I nodded, my eyes wide.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Come here,” he said, pulling me into his lap. He bent me over his knees and I squealed as he pulled up my skirt, tugging my panties down even further. “Naughty girls deserve spankings.”

“Daddy!” I cried, feeling his hand come down hard against my ass. I flushed, feeling immediately young, ashamed. “Oh, Daddy! Please!”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked, smacking me again. I whimpered.

“Yes, Daddy!” I cried, feeling his hand coming down again and again. “Oh yes, I promise!”

“Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?”

My bottom stung, and I winced. “Yes, yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Please, anything!”

His hand moved over my behind, caressing my ass, cool and soothing against the heat of my skin. “You have a pretty little pussy, Tara.” His voice was low and full of lust.

“You’ve never had a boy put his cock in you?” he asked, and I could feel his fingers probing my lips. I flushed, still panting from my spanking.

“No, Daddy,” I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. “I can tell.”

“I swear,” I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.

“Let me see,” he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. “Stand up.”

I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.

“Turn around,” he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. “Bend over.”

Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.

“You’re lying,” he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.

“You’re not a virgin,” he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. “Did you have a boy’s cock in here, Tara?”

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned again, shaking my head. “No, no…”

His hand, slapping my ass again. “Don’t lie to me!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I panted. “Yes, yes!”

“Did you like it?” he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. “Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?”

“Y-yes!” I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.

“Tell me,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. “Tell me what a naughty slut you are.”

“Oooohhh, Daddy!” I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. “Oh God, yes, yes, I’m such a naughty little slut-I’m Daddy’s dirty little girl!”

He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.

“You liked that boy’s cock in you, didn’t you?” he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. “You’re such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you.”

I whimpered and didn’t respond, but I couldn’t help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I'd never wanted anything so much.

“A boy’s cock isn’t the same as a man’s cock, Tara,” he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Do you want to feel a man’s cock?” he asked, and I could feel him rubbing the head up and down my slit. I spread my legs a little wider, balancing myself with a hand on the end table next to me.

“Yes, Daddy!”

He was right there-I could feel his cock throbbing right against my hole. I wanted to slide back onto him, feel him fill me.

“Do you want to feel Daddy’s cock inside of you, baby girl?” His hands were caressing my ass.

“Ohhhhh yes, Daddy!” I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes were looking between my legs, the lust in them unmistakable. “Please, please, put your big cock in me!”

He groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I was nearly thrown off balance as he began to slide in and out of me, working his cock in my pussy, moving his hips in small circles. He held me tight, bending his knees a little so he was thrusting upward into me.

“Oh God,” I gasped when he reached around and found my clit, squeezing the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good!”

“You like that, baby girl?” he asked, starting to circle my clit with his finger.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper into me. He was driving into me so hard now it was difficult to stay standing. He propelled me

around, pressing me onto my knees on the couch. His cock slipped out of me and I groaned, reaching for it.

“You are a hungry little slut,” he said, slapping my hand away and teasing my slit with his cock. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wiggling and arching my back. Hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy!”

He slid his cock back into me, in one fluid motion, driving me forward onto the sofa. He was like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh, his pelvis slamming into me again and again. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast, feeling his balls slapping against my hand as I did with every thrust.

“Oh Daddy,” I moaned. “You fuck me so good. Do you fuck Mommy like this?”

I heard him groan, and his hands tightened on my hips and ass. “You naughty girl,” he panted.

“I love watching you fuck Mommy,” I said, looking back at him, seeing the light in his eyes. He was loving this, and so was I. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the Ecstasy that Kali had given me, or just the excitement of playing out this fantasy with him-I'd never been this aroused before. I felt like I was going to burst inside.

“You better not tell her,” he said, his voice low.

“I won’t tell, Daddy,” I promised, grinding back against him, squeezing my dripping pussy around his shaft. I could feel how hard he was, throbbing up inside me.

“But you better hurry, before Mommy comes home and catches us.”

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I didn’t think he could fuck me harder, but I was wrong. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shoving me down on my belly on

the couch and laid his full weight into me. I was practically screaming into the cushion of the couch, bucking and writhing under him as he slammed into me, again and again.

“That’s it, Daddy,” I panted. “Fuck your baby girl. Make me come all over your cock!”

I was seconds away, and I could feel it beginning, like a surge of heat between my legs, rushing upward, in pulsing waves. I moaned, my pussy contracting again and again around the length of him, but he didn’t stop fucking me.

“Does Daddy’s girl like that?” he asked over the sound of our wet flesh grinding together.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, still shivering.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cum?”

“Yes!” I whispered, turning to look at him. His face was drawn, and I could feel the tightness in his thighs, the way the muscles in his arms turned into ropey sinews as he worked his cock into me.

“Yes, yes, come in me!” I begged. “Fill your baby girl’s pussy with your hot cum, Daddy!”

I think that’s what did it. He cried out, giving one last final thrust as he strained against me, his whole body rocking mine in shuddering waves. I whimpered under him, taking his cum, feeling him fill me with a bursting white heat. He collapsed onto me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my hair, his breath coming fast and hard still.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, slipping off me to the side. I turned to face him, so we were lying on the sofa belly to belly. His eyes slipped down me again, and I realized that he'd never even taken off my outfit. “What was that?”

“I take it you like my Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl costume, then?” I asked, smiling.

“We need to get you more,” he said with a groan, leaning in to kiss me.

“More school girl costumes?”

“No.” He shook his head, grinning. “Different ones.”

“Mmmm,” I smiled. “You’ll tell me which?”

“Get me a catalog,” he replied, and I laughed, delighted, as he leaned in to kiss me again.

John dressing me up in his fantasy outfits? Oh yes. It was definitely a move in the right direction!