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The first part of a longer series about a girl seeking to find a father she’s never known. Instead finding a Daddy Dom with dark intentions.
My first story on this site.
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The booming bass of the house music buzzed so nicely through my body. Giggling I leaned into Daddy as my eyes adjusted to the mixture of the club’s darkness mixed with bright colorful lights that danced around automatically to some computers programming. You wouldn’t have heard over the loud music but It just felt right and I clinged to his arm. So very comforting and exciting. Your big form pulled me in tight with an arm around my waist and then I was being guided along until we ended up standing in front of the bar.
“Take off the jacket Kitty.” Daddy’s deep voice suddenly heard above the overwhelming volume as he spoke close into my ear. It wasn’t a tone that was asking and feeling a deep blush as I let the long loose red jacket slip off exposing what little was worn underneath. Several eyes were embarrassingly on me now as I was exposed in an outfit that wasn’t only skimpy but humiliating. Of course I couldn’t see but my cheeks must be bright red right now. Tiny panties and a matching t-shirt that were sized for a much younger girl now stretched to fit my curvy body. The exposure caused my nipples to harden and poke through. It felt like everyone was staring now at the girl dressed in little girl’s clothes. Little girls’ clothes with the Rugrats characters on them. Their size far too small and does nothing to hide my body.
“Here you go.” A cold glass was pressed into my hand and this snapped me out of a daze that I didn’t really realize was happening. Automatically I took a sip and the fruity yet burning liquid scorched as it went down. An experience so familiar with you Daddy that I both love and fear. So much fun but also like melted butter in your hands. I swallow and am suddenly more aware of the fuzzy blue choker you’d picked for me to wear. It wasn’t the only accessory as the many colorful plastic bangles bounced around my wrists.
I knew my role to play in this and was already terrified to look down. Afraid to see that my kitty’s hunger might be showing on the tight white panties. “Thank you Daddy!” Throwing myself against you and exclaiming cheerfully. Doing so loudly so that those around might hear. So that everyone would know what I was. I wanted to run away right then. I wanted to drag you along to some booth in a dark corner so you could feel my wet kitty. So I could get buzzy, more buzzy and forget my real mom and dad and just be yours Daddy. I don’t make decisions though so I just cling to your big well dressed body. You smell so nice. You look so sexy in your dark suit and I nuzzle my face into your shoulder, loving the way the material feels.
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Laying in her bean bag chair with her legs now spread wide. Mackenzie’s shorts and panties had already been discarded. Her fingers playing between her thighs and a growing moisture accompanying that first little bit of bliss. Eyes briefly closing and lips pursing together. The journal briefly disappears from sight. The purple ink with little hearts over every lowercase I and all the little doodles in colored pencil are no longer visible. Those little doodles depicting what the journal was depicting. A childish doodle of a drink of some kind and another of the described outfit. Another showing a hand and how the journal writer’s nails must’ve been done in blue.
“Fuck, this is…” The words fell away as the self stimulation continued and she continued to read. A bit slower now as reading was getting more difficult.
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“Good girl.” Your praise made me shiver. I don’t know if this was physical or just mental but I’d just finished the first drink. You’d already ordered me a second.
“Thank… ahhhh…thank…you.” The words were so hard to get out as your touch was now between my legs, touching my kitty or almost anyway. Those panties were in the way after all. Sitting in your lap and moaning. Did the others think I was a dirty little girl? There were three other men who each had a date as well. Their dates were all sexy and dressed up to show that off but not like I was. I knew that I was here to be your little wet dream. I was the only one sitting in her date’s lap. The only girl who had her kitty being played with. The only one who wasn’t allowed to call it anything besides a kitty. You knew of course how wet this would make me. How wet my kitty was right then. You did right Daddy? How could you not.
“Drink up kitten.” I groaned in response as your playing touch stopped. I so wanted to have my cummies right then. To show those women how much better my Daddy was then them. To show the men how jealous they should be.
“Fine.” I was whining and snatched up the cup drinking it almost all at once. My tummy I knew soon wouldn’t like that but I didn’t care. “More Daddy.” Taking your hand and pressing it back into place where your amazing touch could continue. gorukle escort You didn’t continue and only then did I realize that you guys were discussing sports. I was so angry. I was begging into your ear. “Please I need it so much Daddy.”
“Let Daddy finish Kitten.” Then you went back to discussing some damn trade or something. I wasn’t even listening, I didn’t care. Right then all I wanted was your attention. You’d said that I was your world. Am I not your world Daddy? I spun so I was facing you. I was grinding slowly against your leg. I could feel how much you wanted me to. I could feel how big you were Daddy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I must’ve been yelling as you punished my nipple. Squeezing it tightly between your strong fingers. You were showing me that I was being bad, too dirty, impatient. “Sorry Daddy.” The pain kinda felt good and I realized that I was still grinding against your leg. I was being bad. “Please Daddy! I’ll be good, I promise!” Only now stopping grinding my wet kitty against your leg.
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Moaning softly as she played with herself. In her mind Makenzie now thought of it as a kitty and not a pussy, just like her. Just like she had to for him. Imagining now in this moment that it wasn’t her hand but the handsome older man. Head lulling to the side for a moment as her free hand slid upwards. Briefly cupping her breast and then closing around a nipple. Hesitation overtakes Makenzie for a moment. A moment of fear of what she was about to do but only for a moment. Then as she squeezed down and sharp pain radiates outwards. Instincts cried out for her to let go but instead, eyes screwed shut, clamping down all the tighter. It was horrible just like it had been for her yet it wasn’t all bad. The sexual desire wasn’t extinguished at all. If anything it was amplified now and the fingers between her legs rubbed all the faster.
Twisting now and she’s crying out in mixed pain and pleasure. The world’s gone, reduced to only this. The journal’s fallen away from where it’d been perched on one thigh. None of this matters. Only the building pressure mattered. Then that pressure bursts and her body’s twisting in that uncontrolled way. Jerky and spastic with words trying to escape. Words that try to match the nirvana Makenzie was experiencing but almost nothing escapes. Only the briefest of sounds. All of this is unnoticed in the brightness of the world. A world that spun and spun until it all became far too much.
An unknown amount of time passed as everything came back to its normality. As everything faded away from a much better place. Exhaustion slowly faded, realizing that she’d drooled down her chin. This was wiped away with her hand. “Fuck.” That was better than anything Makenzie had experienced without the journal’s and certainly far better then with any of her lovers. What is wrong with me? Why is this so much better? What would Mom think if she knew her daughter was doing such a sexual thing well reading her old journal?
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Sitting on the bed with her back to the wall Makenzie was feeling, for not the first time, very conflicted. Thoughts of sexual satisfaction mixed with confused, darker thoughts. Having been pleasuring herself to her own mothers former exploits. Then there was the worry that the older man, Daddy, might be her own father, who she’d never known. Her mom had always sidestepped talking about who her mysterious father might be. To the point where Makenzie had given up any further inquiries. Deciding that her mom might not even know who the father of her only daughter was or perhaps that she’d come to be in some darker encounter that would be better to never think about again.
This was of course before Makenzie had discovered the journals well digging around in the garage looking for a charger for an old handheld video game console. This had been a hugely surprising revelation. The Mom Makenzie knew was nothing like the one she was reading about in the series of six journals. Often when she was reading them this was simply Nicole in Makenzie’s mind. Of course she knew her own mothers first name but well this didn’t seem like the same person at all. Makenzie wasn’t even sure that she was even sexually active until a few years ago when some of the interactions she noticed between her mother and some of her friends that she didn’t recognize seemed extra friendly for such new friendships. All of these were with women though, never with men. Most of this friendliness came from the other women friends Mom had not her. Even then this wasn’t definitive and of course Mom had avoided any questions or played it off as Makenzie imagining things.
It might’ve been explained as a work of fiction were it not for the shoebox stuffed full of letters all with return addresses from a J. M. Kensington that were found along with the journals. There seemed to be one every few months for many years now. Except for the older ones that arrived more often. Sometimes as often bursa görükle escort as once a week. These all dated back to slightly before her own birth. This was all way too elaborate for some kind of fictional story and the timing of the first letters couldn’t be a coincidence. Right before her birth, no freaking way. So this was her Dad then but what the hell had happened?
The journals were the obvious point to investigate and after figuring out what order the six unlabeled journals were authored in, not the easiest task considering nothing was dated, Makenzie had skipped to the end. There weren’t any answers to be found there though. So were there more journals somewhere? Of course she’d gone looking in all the places she could possibly think of but nothing turned up. Even searching though her Mother’s room didn’t turn up anything interesting at all, related to the journals or otherwise. Her mom didn’t even have any sexy underwear. There was a small safe that was locked and a journal might be in there but Makenzie had no way of getting inside. So it seemed to be a dead end or was it?
Picking up one of the letters from out of the old shoebox. It was one of the more recent letters and Makenzie’s eyes for not the first time took in the return address in the upper corner. She’d already written a letter up and considering that it looked like her Mom had never responded Mr. Kensington was very likely to respond. After all this time sending letters, how could he not? Would she be able to get to his letter before her Mother did? What if she saw? How the fuck would she explain that? No that wouldn’t work but there might be another way. Again taking in the return address before tossing it back on top of the box and picking up the journal.
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I was so mad Daddy or was it just frustration. I don’t know, maybe it was both. Then it stopped, you stopped squeezing me and oh did I ever get more confused. The horrible pain reset me and like I needed you, needed your forgiveness. I was nuzzling up to you, ready to be a good little girl for Daddy now. I mean I totally wanted my cummies but I could wait now. You were still talking now but I didn’t care, I wasn’t paying attention. I trusted you, trusted that you would give me the attention I needed.
I’d forgotten all about what I was wearing. Tuned out how everyone had just seen the way my kitty was being played with, under the table. Well they hadn’t seen but they would know right Daddy? I didn’t care at that point how everyone had seen the spoiled needy brat come out desperate for her cummies. So much so that I missed what you said. “What’s that Daddy? I wasn’t paying attention.” Pouring on my most innocent tone with the hope that you wouldn’t punish me anymore. Looking up into your brown eyes that stared down at me like I was your’s.
“Can my Kitten give it to me here or should we go somewhere else?” You didn’t say it loud. I knew you were giving me an out but also that this was a test. A test of how much I was willing to give of myself to you.
“Here Daddy.” The words came out soft and I knew I was blushing. My eyes averted your gauze out of embarrassment of what I was saying. Of what I was committing to. “I’m yours Daddy.”
“Allright.” It’s all you say but I can feel the panties being pushed to the side. The tiny little panties are meant for a much younger girl so they’re tight and it’s kinda uncomfortable but that’s okay. Okay it’s really very uncomfortable but I don’t mind. I know that it means your touch is coming. “Look up baby girl. I want my friends to see.” I’m moaning now but I do as I’m told. If I was blushing before it was nothing compared to now. They were all staring. It was horribly embarrassing and everything within me cried out to look away but I did it Daddy. I knew it made you proud. It made me proud and my kitty so needy. You felt that though I’m sure.
It was so good. Daddy’s fingers were the bestest and I was getting so close to my cummies. I knew better than to get my cummies without permission. I knew I had to ask. “Can Kitten have her cummies Daddy?”
“What’s that Kitten? I couldn’t hear you?” Really? OMG I wanted to die but also I needed it so much.
“Can Daddy’s Kitten have her cummies?” I spoke much louder now. I kinda figured out what you wanted. “Show your friends what a good girl I am.” Was this what you wanted Daddy? At the time those thoughts quickly disappeared as your playing increased. I was so close and…
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Mackenzie wasn’t playing with herself this time but the thought was entering her mind. Thoughts of the few toys she had tucked away hidden in her closet. That was all interrupted when she heard a car pulling up outside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jumping up and pushing the curtain aside slightly, just enough to peer though. Mom was home early. Well that answered the question of if she should pull out a toy. Thankfully she hadn’t. Otherwise she might’ve been too distracted to notice. She might’ve been caught. She would’ve died right there. They were all the same, right? A quick flurry of activity and everything was gathered up and quickly hidden away in the closet.
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“Hi mom.” Makenzie waved as she came down the stairs. “What’s for dinner?”
“I’m not sure honey. I’ll have to check.” Her mom, dressed in her light blue nurses scrubs, smiled briefly. Dropping the mail onto the kitchen island. “Let me get changed and I’ll see what we have to work with.” Already heading up the stairs as she spoke.
Not really thinking anything of it Makenzie glanced down at the mail and then froze as she recognized the hand written address, J. M. Kensington. Quietly walking over to the stairs to make sure her Mom wasn’t coming and then quickly snatching up the letter. If Mom found that and tried to stash it away with the other she’d know they weren’t there. After a moment of indecision she folded it up and stuffed it into her back pocket. Very thankful that the shorts she was wearing didn’t have those tiny useless little pockets that so many girls’ shorts did. Thankful for one of the very few times in her life that her Mom was a buzzkill and refused to allow her to wear anything even kinda sexy. She had to sneak out her dating outfits and change outside of the house. She even had her more daring attire stashed at a friend’s house.
“Are you alright?” She must’ve been staring out into space and jumped a little now.
“Yeah I’m fine Mom. Just thinking about something Brittney said. She wanted to do a weekend sleepover before she goes off to college.” Fuck did she just spit that out? This wasn’t real. It was the other plan she’d imagined. What the hell did I just commit to? Well maybe Brittney can just come up with a reason to cancel or something. It’s not like her mother would know.
“Well I’d say you’re kinda old for sleepovers but it’s so sweet. How could I say no to that? She’s a cute girl.” Kissing my forehead.
I must’ve been blushing so hard. Did she think I was like that with Brittney? We’ve been friends forever. “Mom, don’t be like that! Like no. Brittney isn’t even like that.” Years ago she’d told her mom that she was into girls in a horribly embarrassing conversation and to her surprise she’d been so happy. It’d led to a long conversation about how evil boys were. So much so that for several years she’d hidden anything she did with boys from her mom. Until very recently and even though her Mom didn’t look happy she’d not tried to stop her. “It’s not like that alright. Don’t ruin it.”
“Sorry honey.” Her mom hugged Makenzie now who was very stiff and uncomfortable. “And if I didn’t ruin it you can of course still go.”
Sensing an out of this horribleness she took it. “Thanks Mom.” Walking backwards towards the stairs and tripping up a little bit before regaining her footing and spinning around and heading up the stairs with a “Love you.” on the way.
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“Okay, I’ll do that but it’s kinda weird.” Makenzie’s long time friend Brittney said looking at her strangely, sensing that something was up. “So now I gotta know what’s up. Why do you want me to post online like you’re spending the weekend here? Where will you be?”
Currently the two were in Brittney’s bedroom two days after she’d blurted out that she’d be staying the weekend here before Brittney headed off to school. She’d spent the entire next day mentally debating back and forth over what to do. Should she go for it and try to find Mr Kensington or just make up some excuse for why this deception was canceled. In the end deciding to talk it over with Brittney who might have some insight or advice and perhaps add some covering depth to her foux cover story.
“Well, ahhh…” This was horribly embarrassing and Makenzie knew that showed easily on her lighter complexion and was now jealous of her friend’s much darker complexion. “…well this is really embarrassing but well…” Brittney was about to say something but Makenzie held up a finger and her friend let whatever she was about to voice die on her lips. “…embarrassing but I think I might’ve found out who my Dad is.”
“How the hell is that embarrassing!” A now very attentive Brittney asked, sitting up straighter in her computer chair. “I mean I get that approaching him, the Dad you’ve never met might be embarrassing but why would you be so damn embarrassed to tell me about, girl?”
Under the stare from Brittney’s dark brown eyes Makenzie averts her gauze for a moment then blurts out in a rushed jumble of words. “Well I’m not really sure, you know, but then again he might be and well I found some of my Mom’s old stuff and like it’s, well it’s really embarrassing.” Only now meeting her friend’s eyes hoping that this wasn’t a mistake. That her friend wouldn’t think that she was some kind of sexual freak. Brittney could be pretty blunt sometimes. “I want your advice and like I’ve already explained, help in covering if I decide to go looking for him.”
“So you’re just asking me if I think that you should go try to find your dad?” Brittney inquired, cocking her head to the side a little.
Makenzie took a deep breath. “No it’s not just that, it’s also what I found.”
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