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“I am, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
He pulls out and soaks the flannel in fresh water, and starts over again, circling his fingers as he clears out the cum, and I can’t help but move against him. I can’t stop myself circling my hips. I groan when he pulls out to do it all over again, and he’s an expert at the tease. Every time I get into the flow, he stops, until I’m a writhing mess with my teeth chattering from the cold. But my pussy needs him. I really need to come.
“I think you’re clean now,” he says, locking me in a stare.
“Please, Daddy, no. Please. He’s still inside me. It’s still dirty!”
“Daddy’s going to have to clean you harder then, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”
He wraps an extra finger up in the flannel this time. Four of them. And I’m so ready and so fucking desperate, that I spread myself as wide as I can, the water still cascading all over me.
Daddy’s fingers stretch me so divinely that I collapse onto my back, not giving a shit for the fact that my long, dark pigtails are swimming in the pooled water by the plug hole. I buck against him as he sprays me, gasping and moaning as I reach my peak.
“It feels nice to be clean, doesn’t it?” he asks me, and I moan louder. I love what he’s doing to me. I absolutely fucking love it. “Daddy will always keep you clean, sweetheart. And if you’re a good girl, Daddy will always make it feel good.”
He puts the shower head closer to my pussy so the jet lands right on my clit, still pumping his fingers in and out, and I’m done for. I cry out with a Daddy! And then I come, hard. Really fucking hard as my gorgeous daddy cleans his girl out.
I’m still bucking and panting when he shunts me back against the wall and moves his flannelled fingers to my ass. I don’t complain and don’t fight when he lines them up, all four of them ready for my ass, just like they were for my pussy. It’s going to hurt like fuck, being stretched so wide and so cold, but I’m smiling through my chattering teeth.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Good girl, Holly. Good girl.”
He has to force his thick fingers in me, but I don’t fucking care. I call his name, and give myself up to him, because he’s the one in charge here. He’s the one who knows how to make me a good, clean girl again.
“That’s Daddy’s girl,” he says, with his fingers buried deep, and I love being Daddy’s girl. I love how he cleans my asshole with a cold, wet flannel, plunged inside.
“One hole left,” he says when he finally pulls his fingers free, and I don’t know what he’s talking about until he tells me to get on my knees. I do as I’m told and one of my tits escapes from my soaked shirt, my nipple so fiercely hard. My hand goes to it on autopilot, desperate for more. But he slaps my hand away, then stands up to tower over me.
He’s still holding the shower head as he takes my chin and tips my face up. I’m grateful when he turns the temperature up, my shivering body relieved at the warmth.
“Open your mouth, Holly,” he says. “Daddy’s going to clean Scott’s filthy spit away. He kissed you, didn’t he? He got his nasty spit in your mouth?”
“Yes, he did, Daddy.”
There is something especially filthy in Daddy’s stare as I obey his command this time. Something unspoken. I open my mouth up wide and poke my tongue out, just as I would do if he was giving me cum from his cock, but that’s not what he wants from me.
He positions the jet of water so it’s aimed right at my mouth, filling me up and spilling free. I have to gargle, fighting the retch.
“Swallow,” he says, and it feels weird to be swallowing warm water, with it overflowing and spilling all over me.
“Good girl,” he tells me. “Swallow as much as you can.”
I drink the warm water from the shower head as quickly as I can as it gushes, and he palms his cock through his wet trousers, and I wonder what he’s thinking when he’s staring down at me.
I keep swallowing, and the water keeps overflowing, and there is something extreme beyond words in it. I wonder if he’s going to get his cock out… I wonder… I wonder if he’s going to replace the warm water with some dirty warm water of his own…
But no. It’s not in the proposal. That proposal would be so fucking hardcore.
And so fucking horny.
I slip my fingers between my legs and strum my clit, only interrupting the jet of water in my mouth to say the words.
“You can do it, if you want to, Daddy. You can make me a dirty girl as well as a clean one.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe I’m wanting it.
