The Apartment

I'm bored.

It's Friday night of a weekend of apartment sitting and already I'm climbing the walls, the fact I haven't heard a peep from you all evening isn't helping. I stand looking out the full length window, not really seeing anything of the city beyond, my thoughts consumed by you, wondering where you are and if you're missing me as much as I'm missing you.

I'm so lost in thought that I almost miss the click from my phone that alerts me to a new message. I quickly move from the window to the couch and snatch my phone up, almost fearful to look at the message in case it's not from you. I swipe to unlock my phone, my breath catching in my chest when I see the message is from you, I breathe deeper still and press read.

Hello Daddy, I'm just hitting Dublin city centre and I need to know where you are. Your Babygirl is horny for you.

I stand there, stunned, almost afraid to move lest I break the spell and realise it's all in my imagination. I take a few moments to compose myself and press the call button.

The call rings out unanswered.

I let out a frustrated sigh, thinking you're driving or otherwise occupied. I wait a couple of minutes then I call again.

Again the call rings out.

I can feel my patience running out, my jaw muscles clenching unbidden as they always do when you're being bratty. I know you're teasing me and testing my patience and as always I'm defenceless against it, all I can do I take a deep breath and regain control of myself, the knowledge that this will ultimately play out in my favour is the only thing that keeps me from firing the phone across the room.

I call again.

On what seems like the hundredth ring I hear your voice, soft yet playful, "Did Daddy think I wouldn't answer?"

"Yes, and you're going to pay when you get here," is my reply.

You laugh, a deliciously playful laugh oozing with sex appeal. "We'll Daddy, you had better tell me where you are before someone else sees me and wants me as their little girl." I give you the address of the apartment block, telling you that the intercom is broken and you should text when you're outside so I can buzz you in. I begin to pace, nerves on edge as they always are when I wait for you, the familiar doubts about what will pass between us later gnawing at my insides. It always works out between us, we're both always more than satisfied but I'm always concerned that maybe this time it won't be enough, that I won't be enough.

My thoughts are broken when I hear the click of your text. I rush to buzz you in while replying to your text with the floor and apartment number. I rush to the apartment door and open it a fraction, just enough to know when you're outside without you knowing its open. I work to control my breathing as the ping of the lift announces your arrival on my floor. I grasp the handle and ready myself for what I'm about to do. It takes but a few seconds for you to reach the doorway to the apartment but instead of stopping and knocking you continue on to the apartment further down the hall, my earlier subterfuge of giving you the wrong number working to perfection. You're almost past my doorway when I pull open the door and grab you from behind and drag you into the apartment.

The look of shock on your face is priceless. I roughly spin you and push you against the wall, my mouth at your ear, voice thick with lust when I ask you if you can feel how hard you've made Daddy, if you're ready to pay the price for teasing me. You're voice is little more than a whisper when you reply, a one word, one syllable reply but I can clearly hear your need as clearly as I can feel my own.

"Yes."

"Good, let's hope you feel that way later." I reply, pressing my cock against your ass to let you know what's in store for you. I spin you to face me and kiss you hard, my hands moving down to your breasts to pinch and squeeze your nipples, the rough treatment eliciting a gasp from your mouth into mine. I reach down and hitch up your skirt until it's rucked up around your waist, my balls tightening when I realise you're wearing hold-ups, not tights as you usually do. I stand back, eyes locked on yours as I pull your loose top down over your shoulders, the seams giving way until it finally joins your skirt around your waist, then and only then I look down, taking in your breasts through the sheer fabric of your front fastening balconette bra, your breathlessness almost making them burst free of its confines.

I quickly undo the buttons and lower myself to take your nipples in my mouth, individually at first but then as my hunger rises I push your full breasts together so I can take both nipples at once. I look up into your eyes and I'm surprised to see that bratty glint is still in your eyes as you relish the power your body has over me. Without warning I close my teeth on your nipples and slowly increase the pressure until your smirk disappears, your back arches and you throw your head back as a moan of painful pleasure escapes your lips.

Content with the fact that you've learned your lesson for now, I replace my teeth with my tongue and lips and set about making your back arch with total pleasure rather than pain. I look up once more but this time your eyes are open and you're give me your best "I want" look while you mouth the sexiest sentence I'm ever likely to hear.

"Eat me Daddy, make your baby come all over your face."

Immediately I move my hands from your breasts and lower them to your underwear, lace boxer shorts, coloured to match the white if your bra. The lace reveals enough for me to see you've come to me as a girl in a woman's body, your triangle of hair full and dark against the whiteness of the lace. I move my hands to your back, cupping the part of your ass not covered by the lace and bury my fingers in the soft flesh of your cheeks. I slowly part your cheeks as I pull you to me, stretching your ass for later as I slowly lick you through your underwear.

I can feel the heat coming from you, I can see the dark line of your wetness forming where your boxers fit snugly between your full lips. I flick my tongue out to taste you but all I get is a hint of what lies in wait for me beyond the lace. I can feel your hands on the back of my head urging me on, grinding your hips in order to maintain contact between my mouth and your cunt.

I can take it no longer, I have to taste you fully. not wanting to take my mouth from your increasingly creamy cunt, I move my hands to the sides of your shorts and rip them at the seams, then move my hands to the front so I can pull what remains of your shorts between your lips, watching as they darken as more of your juices are released, your body starting to tremble as the lace rubs against your swollen clit. I cast your shorts aside and look one last time, enjoying the wonderful view of the dark triangle of hair framed perfectly by the hold ups you're wearing before I bury my head between your thighs.

Almost as if you've read my thoughts you slide down the wall a little so you can part your legs, opening yourself up to me even more, your hands again pressing my head, urging me deeper till my face is almost engulfed by your lips, tongue flicking madly over your clit, flattening out so I can drink more of your juices as the roughest part slides over your clit. My hands once more spread your cheeks, sliding a finger into your ass, feeling you tense then relax and push back to take my finger deep.

I look up, wanting to see those eyes again and I'm greeted by the most erotic sight I've ever seen, your back arched, head to one side, eyes closed, strands of hair stuck to your open mouth and your hands playing with your breasts, your nipples trapped between your long fingernails, stretching them, squeezing them much harder than I did earlier with my teeth. I return once again to your cunt, spurred on by the knowledge you're close to orgasm and slide a finger from my free hand deep into you, your ass and cunt now being finger fucked and your clit being sucked as hard as I can manage, rolling it against my teeth.

I feel your muscles spasm as you near orgasm, I stop, stand up and kiss you deep and hard, my hands pinning your arms to the wall so you can't touch, can't finish off what I've started, wanting to tease you as much as you teased me earlier. I feel you bend and start to grind against my knee, anything to push you over the brink. You moan "Fuck me Daddy, please, make me cum, I'm sorry for being naughty earlier, JUST FUCK ME HARD."

I take you by the hand and lead you towards the bedroom, both of us kissing and undressing as we go.

It's very dark now and the lights are off in the room, the lights of the whole city are spread out before us. I plant a hand at the small of your back and spreadeagle you against the window. you gasp as your naked body hits the night cool glass, breasts pressed tight, squashed against the glass, my body pressed against you, cock hard at your back. I put an arm around your waist and pull you to me, your ass sticking out, your tits still tight against the window, your legs spread as I ease my cock into your cunt.

Your heat, your juiciness, your tightness almost conspiring to make me lose control as soon as enter you. I compose myself and start to circle my hips, pushing deeper, telling you to look down, look at all the people passing under us, all they have to do is look up and they'll see what a little slut you are, cunt and tits on view for the world as your Daddy fucks you from behind. You murmur "Yes Daddy, please fuck me harder, show the world how you want me." I move my hands to your cheeks, spreading them even wider this time and without missing a beat I ram my cock deep into your ass, feeling you relax more and more as I push deeper and deeper, your body away from the glass now, one hand playing with your tits the other fingers your clit, my cock switching from your ass to your cunt, we're both close, so very close.

"Tell me, tell me," I say.

"Tell you what Daddy?" You ask.

"Tell me what I want to hear."

You smile and look me in the eyes and say "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Baby," is my immediate reply, our words almost drowned out by the noise of our combined orgasms.