fingers made her back arch and her hands ball into fists. “When you’ve been naughty, sometimes daddy will need to make sure you understand that only good girls get to come.”
Ashley’s mouth hung open, her breath coming in short pants. She felt sweat beading on her brow. Come . She knew that some women couldn’t have orgasms, and she had thought she might be one of them. Wes was teaching her a new lesson, now: Ashley Lewis no longer doubted that she could come. The question would be whether she could be a good enough girl to come several times every day, the way her delirious brain seemed to be telling her she could never live without, because this , now, with her whole body spasming and splashing in the bubbly warm water, with Wes’ enormous hand still caressing her mercilessly, gently, this must be what coming was.
Chapter Eight
After the tension started to leave her body, Wes kept his hand on Ashley’s furry pussy possessively, still fondling but not actively wanking his wonderful little girl.
“Did that feel good, honey?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” Ashley whispered.
“Would you like daddy to help you in the shower?”
She giggled: a wonderful silvery sound that seemed to shine light into places in Wes that had been dark for two years.
“Yes, daddy. You’d have to take off your clothes, wouldn’t you?”
“Would you like to see your daddy naked, honey? Have you ever seen a naked man?”
“Only in pictures,” Ashley said with another giggle.
“So you’ve never seen a man’s penis up close?”
“Oh, daddy!” She tucked her chin into her shoulder as pink spread across her face.
“I know it’s a little embarrassing,” Wes said, smiling, “but a little girl who touches herself in the bathtub is ready to have big-girl time, and that means learning to make her daddy’s penis get hard, and learning to make it feel good until the semen comes out. After your shower, daddy’s going to put his penis inside your little pussy.”
He rubbed her there again, and her whole body quaked with the pleasure of the touch and, he felt sure, the dirty talk that he loved so much. Her face had turned bright crimson now.
“And we’re going to shave you down here, too,” he said, not wanting to stop the flow of her arousal, or his—Wes’ cock felt like an iron bar inside his jeans and delaying taking them off and feeling Ashley’s first tentative attentions to her daddy’s pleasure had become a delicious torment.
“Oh, no…” Ashley said, as Wes began to run his fingers more pointedly up and down her tender slit, moving her toward another orgasm.
“Yes, honey. A daddy likes to have a smooth place to put his cock, so that when he looks down at what he’s doing he can see himself moving inside her. And a little girl likes to have a tidy private place under her panties, so she can always feel nice and clean. We’ll get you shaved tomorrow: daddy can’t wait much longer to fuck you.”
At the coarse, grown-up word, Ashley shuddered with pleasure and cried out over his fingers. Wes could tell she loved dirty talk just as much as he did.
“Move against daddy’s hand, honey. Help him make his little girl come. When daddy gives you permission, you can be as naughty as you want with your little pussy.”
She needed no further urging, but began to move her hips in the water, shamelessly bucking them so that she could rub her clit on his fingers even as they fondled her there.
“That’s it, honey. Such a good girl to show your daddy how much you need his big cock inside you.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Ashley’s voice sounded strangled, as if this orgasm was going to be much bigger than the first; so big that she felt like her body couldn’t even deal with the pleasure.
“Come for daddy, now, and then daddy will show you his penis,” he whispered in her ear, and that set her off: she cried out and splashed water out of the tub and onto Wes’ jeans with the arching of her back that
Ashley’s mouth hung open, her breath coming in short pants. She felt sweat beading on her brow. Come . She knew that some women couldn’t have orgasms, and she had thought she might be one of them. Wes was teaching her a new lesson, now: Ashley Lewis no longer doubted that she could come. The question would be whether she could be a good enough girl to come several times every day, the way her delirious brain seemed to be telling her she could never live without, because this , now, with her whole body spasming and splashing in the bubbly warm water, with Wes’ enormous hand still caressing her mercilessly, gently, this must be what coming was.
Chapter Eight
After the tension started to leave her body, Wes kept his hand on Ashley’s furry pussy possessively, still fondling but not actively wanking his wonderful little girl.
“Did that feel good, honey?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” Ashley whispered.
“Would you like daddy to help you in the shower?”
She giggled: a wonderful silvery sound that seemed to shine light into places in Wes that had been dark for two years.
“Yes, daddy. You’d have to take off your clothes, wouldn’t you?”
“Would you like to see your daddy naked, honey? Have you ever seen a naked man?”
“Only in pictures,” Ashley said with another giggle.
“So you’ve never seen a man’s penis up close?”
“Oh, daddy!” She tucked her chin into her shoulder as pink spread across her face.
“I know it’s a little embarrassing,” Wes said, smiling, “but a little girl who touches herself in the bathtub is ready to have big-girl time, and that means learning to make her daddy’s penis get hard, and learning to make it feel good until the semen comes out. After your shower, daddy’s going to put his penis inside your little pussy.”
He rubbed her there again, and her whole body quaked with the pleasure of the touch and, he felt sure, the dirty talk that he loved so much. Her face had turned bright crimson now.
“And we’re going to shave you down here, too,” he said, not wanting to stop the flow of her arousal, or his—Wes’ cock felt like an iron bar inside his jeans and delaying taking them off and feeling Ashley’s first tentative attentions to her daddy’s pleasure had become a delicious torment.
“Oh, no…” Ashley said, as Wes began to run his fingers more pointedly up and down her tender slit, moving her toward another orgasm.
“Yes, honey. A daddy likes to have a smooth place to put his cock, so that when he looks down at what he’s doing he can see himself moving inside her. And a little girl likes to have a tidy private place under her panties, so she can always feel nice and clean. We’ll get you shaved tomorrow: daddy can’t wait much longer to fuck you.”
At the coarse, grown-up word, Ashley shuddered with pleasure and cried out over his fingers. Wes could tell she loved dirty talk just as much as he did.
“Move against daddy’s hand, honey. Help him make his little girl come. When daddy gives you permission, you can be as naughty as you want with your little pussy.”
She needed no further urging, but began to move her hips in the water, shamelessly bucking them so that she could rub her clit on his fingers even as they fondled her there.
“That’s it, honey. Such a good girl to show your daddy how much you need his big cock inside you.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Ashley’s voice sounded strangled, as if this orgasm was going to be much bigger than the first; so big that she felt like her body couldn’t even deal with the pleasure.
“Come for daddy, now, and then daddy will show you his penis,” he whispered in her ear, and that set her off: she cried out and splashed water out of the tub and onto Wes’ jeans with the arching of her back that
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