The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 06

Alex glanced stealthily over his shoulder on his way to the bedroom door.

Ariel was still asleep. His alarm had only provoked a low murmur from her. The blanket covered her lower half, but her top half was exposed, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing.

His path took him past her t-shirt, shorts, and panties, all forgotten on the floor, discarded last night before she had jumped into bed with him in what had become a nightly routine.

I’m still not sure if she should be spending the night with me. I wouldn’t want to get attached to that. But it’d make the sex feel too transactional if I insisted on her leaving after we’re done. She’s my daughter, not a prostitute.

His post-wakeup jumble of thoughts continued on the way to the bathroom.

She’ll probably end up joining me in the shower again. And I know she’d love it if I woke her up so we could fuck before. But I still can’t bring myself to initiate sometimes…

He turned the shower on, testing the water before slipping in.

Not like with Carmen. I woke her up all the time in all sorts of fun ways.

His cock twitched at the memories.

He ignored the reaction, and did his best to stave off the memories, focusing on washing up.

The shower curtain opened.

“You know,” Ariel began blearily, stepping inside, “you don’t have to shower alone anymore.”

She dropped to her knees, reaching out to close her hand around the base of his shaft.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said lamely.

“I wouldn’t mind at all. What better way to start the day?”

She yawned, starting to stroke him.

“You don’t have to do this,” he groaned, reaching down to squeeze her shoulder.

“I know. But I want to. And you know you love it.”

“I won’t deny that.”

She giggled, and then leaned forward, closing her lips around the tip of his length.

…I don’t think there is a better way to start the day.

His cock throbbed, treated to enthusiastic sucking and stroking. Her free hand snuck between her legs.

He fought back the desire to take over, to gather up a fistful of her hair and set a vigorous pace, to treat her exactly like he had treated Carmen so many times.

She’d love it just like Carmen did.

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Ariel slid her lips further down. One hand stroked up towards them, the other rubbing along her folds, a slickness quickly gathering there. Her gaze was aimed at her daddy, taking in the hesitant pleasure on his face.

Still won’t cut loose? Only when I push you and tease you? Well…you know that can always be arranged.

Even with his eventual acceptance of her proposal, he had been reticent to fully take her up on it, often leaving the initiation to her. The few times he had initiated had been when she was close by and not busy, making it obvious that he was concerned about inconveniencing her.

As if you would ever be an inconvenience.

Her lips slid further down. The sensation of his cock sitting on her tongue was as usual a delight, along with its subtle flavor. One of her fingers dipped into her channel.

She came off his cock, and nuzzled against it, batting her eyelashes at him.

“You can take charge if you want,” she murmured, adding a little huskiness to her voice.

He nodded numbly.

“I’d love it if you made me take every inch of you,” she continued, adding a second finger to her channel. “Deep throating you is amazing, but you know what would be even better?”

He blinked in surprise.

“What?”

She smiled, licking at the head of his shaft.

“If you made me choke on your dick.”

His cock jumped in her grip, a bead of pre-cum seeping from the head.

“I’d love to feel your hand in my hair holding my head down on every inch of you. I’ve gagged on you before but not with you making me. I’d love that, Daddy. So much…”

His eyes widened.

“Ariel…”

“I’m not fragile, you can be rough with me.”

He swallowed nervously, his cock jumping again.

“Please…your little girl needs you to use her mouth.”

“Fuck, Ariel…”

“Yes,” she giggled, licking again at the head. “Fuck Ariel.”

After a wink, she closed her lips around it and plunged them down. Her hand left the base to settle on his thigh.

He groaned, the hand at her shoulder flying to her head, gathering a fistful of her hair.

Yes!

His hips drew back, and pumped forward, her tongue wriggling under his shaft. The head slipped into the back of her mouth, and then hit her throat, a soft gag following. She matched his thrust with the two fingers inside her, shoving them to the last knuckle.

Come on, Daddy, come on!

She gazed up at him, appreciating the satisfaction erupting across his face.

His hips drew back again, his cock sliding along her tongue, offering splashes of pre-cum, the musky flavor sizzling on her taste buds. She squirmed, the shower mat crinkling under her knees, the water splashing around her. His retreat left bursa escort only the head of his length between her lips. She slurped eagerly, receiving another splash of pre-cum as a reward.

Another swing of his hips left her gurgling on his cock again, the tingle in her throat sending a shiver along her. Lust broke over his face. His hips swung back quicker this time.

Yes!

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Music pulsed subtly behind the front door. Alex smiled, already imagining Ariel dancing around the house, singing wholeheartedly.

When he stepped inside, he tracked the music to the kitchen. She popped into view, wearing one of his t-shirts, his ‘King of the Kitchen’ apron, a pair of panties, and socks.

“Hi Daddy! How was work?”

“It was alright,” he replied, taking off his jacket and shoes. “What’re you cooking?”

“It’s a surprise! Go relax for a bit and I’ll tell you when it’s done.”

He laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Alright then.”

He headed upstairs to change clothes. The music thumped steadily, her voice occasionally audible. An image sprung to life in his mind, of her ass shaking and her breasts bouncing to her dancing. His cock twitched, but he ignored that spark of desire. Once changed, he headed back downstairs, plopping onto the couch, snatching up the remote.

More singing came from the kitchen, complementing the television. Every so often, Ariel danced into view, matching the image from earlier in his mind. His cock twitched every time, that reaction followed by an urge to march into the kitchen and bend her over the table just like their first time.

I used to fuck Carmen sometimes while she was cooking. Ariel would probably love it too.

But he stayed seated, attention divided between his daughter and the television.

“It’s ready!” she called out soon enough.

She stood proudly by the table, gesturing with a flourish to the two plates atop it, laden with food.

“Glazed salmon with brown sugar glaze, Brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes!”

“My favorite,” he commented with a smile. “What’s the occasion?”

She shrugged.

“I wanted to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“You know, our arrangement. I’ve been having fun.”

“Me too,” he said, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “But you didn’t have to cook for me.”

“I know. But I wanted to. What, I can’t make you your favorite meal?”

He grinned, sitting down and looking over the plate.

“Of course you can. I’m just surprised. But it does look absolutely delicious.”

“How about some wine?” she asked, nodding to the counter, where two glasses and a bottle waited.

“You really want to celebrate, huh?”

She nodded.

“Alright then, I’ll have wine.”

She smiled and hurried over to the counter.

The meal was unsurprisingly delicious, his plate cleared in no time. Once she finished her portion, she took his plate, against his objections, and brought it to the sink.

“There’s dessert too,” she told him, grinning conspiratorially. “Raspberry cheesecake.”

“My favorite again.”

“I know what my daddy likes.”

He chuckled.

“Bring it on.”

This time, she did not take her own portion.

“You don’t want any?”

“Nah, I’m having my own dessert.”

He shrugged, digging into the cheesecake with gusto.

Ariel slipped under the table, crawling in between his legs. The maneuver surprised him, but he recovered quickly, letting her drag his shorts and boxers down and off to free his cock.

“Your own dessert?”

She giggled, closing her hand around his base.

“Your dick is the best dessert I could ask for.”

His cock twitched, and she giggled again.

Her hand stroked lazily. He shifted in the chair, spreading his thighs to give her more room. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, the soft warmth drawing a groan from him, one hand moving to her head to caress at her hair. She drew him in, her tongue wriggling underneath his shaft.

Cheesecake and a blow job. Did I die and go to heaven?

Her efforts were laid-back: gentle sucking, light slurping, teasing licks and kisses every time she took him from her mouth. His plate was soon empty again, but he did not move, all too happy to stay seated to keep enjoying her attention.

There was still wine in his glass, so he sipped slowly. Precum began to flow, seeping forth for her eager tongue, delighted purrs coming whenever she captured a sticky bead.

Her tactics switched suddenly, her lips driving to his base in a second. He bucked in surprise, looking down at her.

“Ariel…”

A flush shone across her cheeks, a vein standing out on her forehead from the exertion of forcing herself to take in every inch of him. Pure desire reigned elsewhere, her eyes glazed over with a lewd glee, her lips turned up in a smile even as they were stretched around him. She had taken off the apron earlier, and he peeked further down to see her nipples pressing against her shirt, and further bursa escort bayan down still to see a hand thrust into her panties, working diligently.

A gag sounded from her throat. She slid back. His eyes were pinned to the obscene sight, watching and feeling her lips approach the tip, and then slip off. After a deep breath, she fixed a needy look on him, a pout denting that earlier smile.

“Next time I take every inch,” she began, voice husky, “will you hold my head down?”

He growled, taken aback and highly aroused by the request and the desperate tone of voice she used.

“Please…I want you to make me gag on you…please…just like this morning…”

She took another deep breath and brought her lips back to his cock. An urgent push sent them to his base, splayed around it, little streams of saliva burbling from their corners. She stared up expectantly.

His hand flew to the back of her head. She squirmed on her knees, gagging on him, her eyes fluttering, the hand in her panties moving quicker. Another gag followed, and he shivered from how her throat worked around him. A pressure stirred in his core. Strain appeared on her face, but determination settled there too.

He gathered up a fistful of hair and pulled her back. Disappointment replaced the determination.

“You could’ve left me there longer,” she told him, her hand calming in her panties.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You can do whatever you want to me…”

His cock throbbed, and her disappointment became amusement. She giggled, nuzzling at the shaft, daintily licking up a few streams of her saliva. One of her hands returned to the base, stroking slowly.

“Are you close?”

“I’ll be close soon with more of this.”

She smiled mischievously, and then went back to the head, swirling her tongue around the tip. The hand in her panties worked at the previous relaxed pace. The pressure at his core rose steadily.

Her lips wrapped around the head and drove down in one swift plunge. He groaned, his hips bucking. A pleading look arose in her eyes, and he obliged it, forcing her flush against his base, every inch of him buried in her mouth and throat.

The pressure surged. She gagged, saliva streaming over his balls, but her hand returned to a more frantic pace in her panties. Her throat struggled around him, the tight sheath offering a silken embrace. He growled, his head canting back, the pressure reaching an apex.

His orgasm struck, sending heated spurts down her throat. He kept a firm grip on her hair, luxuriating in the way her throat spasmed, her gurgling and sputtering providing an obscene soundtrack.

“Fuck yes…”

The ecstasy left him slumped in the chair, breathing raggedly. His eyes closed slowly.

A louder, more pitiful gag drew his attention. He opened his eyes to see Ariel staring up at him with wide eyes, face red, vein standing out on her forehead, lips stretched around the base of his cock, forced to stay there by his imperious hand.

“Shit,” he murmured, immediately dragging her back along his length.

She came off the tip with a wet pop, gasping for air.

“You alright?” he asked hurriedly.

“I’m wonderful, Daddy…just wonderful.”

“I got a little carried away,” he said sheepishly.

“And I loved it,” she told him, smiling.

He chuckled with relief.

“Relax,” she continued, coming out from under the table. “That’s just what I wanted.”

She gathered up the dishes and sauntered over to the sink.

“Oh, I can take care of that,” he spoke up. “You’ve already done so much.”

“Nah, I got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Alright, thanks Ariel.”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading into the living room.

The television held his attention for the next few hours. Ariel headed upstairs after finishing the dishes. His eyes moved to her ass as she slipped past the television. She rewarded that ogling by wiggling her hips saucily.

After the final horn sounded on the Knicks game, another loss leaving him disappointed, he glanced towards the stairs.

Wonder what she’s doing up there.

He turned off the television and stretched lazily.

As if on cue, her voice came floating down the stairs.

“Daddy!”

He stood, stretching again, and ambled to the foot of the stairs.

“What is it, honey?”

“Come up here. I have another surprise for you!”

Surprise, huh?

When he reached the upstairs landing, she was nowhere to be seen, nor was she in her bedroom, evidence of a recent study session splayed across the desk.

“In here!” she called from his bedroom.

He chuckled, striding down the hall.

His bedroom appeared just as devoid of Ariel.

But then hands clapped over his eyes from behind.

“Guess who?”

“Uh…Santa?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, stepping back.

He turned, seeing a flash of color before getting the full picture.

“Wow…”

He stared at her, his jaw going slightly slack.

“You like it?” escort bursa she asked, posing with a hand on her hip.

“Yes. I like it very much…very very much.”

“I got it a few days ago.”

His eyes trailed over the lingerie, the bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings all the same vibrant blue, splashed with flowers in striking colors, the different shades complementing her dark hair and olive skin. Memories flashed in his mind, of Carmen wearing lingerie for him, surprising him at home or punctuating a date night with a theatrical reveal. More memories followed, of the lustfulness that always ensued. His cock twitched, enticed by the sight, the memories, and the promise of more, similar memories in the near future.

She stepped closer, that proximity breaking him from his brief reverie. Her arms looped around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.

“First dinner, then dessert, then this?” he asked rhetorically.

“I wanted to celebrate.”

…it’s not like we’re in a relationship. This doesn’t need fanfare.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to go all out like this.”

She pouted.

“But I wanted to. And you deserve it.”

He smiled, the pout triggering his fatherly instinct, and leaned down to kiss her again.

“Thank you, Ariel. It’s very sweet. And you look amazing.”

Just as long as we don’t start celebrating anniversaries or anything.

She bounded to the bed, and climbed eagerly on, wiggling her ass.

“Come on then,” she purred, stretching out on the bed. “Let’s celebrate.”

His cock pressed against the inside of his boxers, but he did not move, taking in the sight before him.

“What did you have in mind for a celebration?” he joked.

“Whatever you want.”

Her voice took on a seductive tone.

“You can do whatever you want with me, Daddy, and to me.”

Her hand trailed along her belly and slipped inside her panties.

“We can make love, if you want, be nice and tender…”

His cock ached for action, but he stood still, utterly entranced.

“Or we can do it rough, you pinning me down and fucking me hard…it’s all up to you, just come over here and take me, please, you can do whatever you want to me…”

More memories surged to the forefront of his mind, of Carmen echoing similar sentiments.

“Whatever you want…I’m all yours…”

“Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.”

Screw it…you’re a grown woman…and you’re begging for it.

“Alright then,” he spoke up, striding over to the closet, and digging around.

“What’re you looking for?” Ariel asked.

“You’ll see.”

A small lockbox waited at the back of the closet. He opened it and was flooded with more memories made with Carmen.

I never could bring myself to get rid of this stuff…

Pink handcuffs jangled in his hand as he returned to the bed.

“Ooh, are we getting kinky?” Ariel asked.

“Maybe.”

“How do you want me?”

His cock twitched.

“On your stomach, hands behind your back.”

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Fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes this is going to be amazing!

Ariel squirmed, the handcuffs cool on her wrists, not tight enough to not actually hurt, but enough to keep her hands at the small of her back. Her cheek rested on the pillow, her knees pressing slightly into the bedsheets.

“I’ve never been handcuffed before.”

“Good,” her daddy answered simply.

“Except that one time. There was no other way to get out of that ticket. And the cop was cute so I didn’t mind.”

His silence made her giggle. She could not help but imagine him thinking over her comment, weighing whether it was the truth or a joke.

“Don’t worry, I’m only kidding.”

“You know, your mom liked being obnoxious sometimes.”

“What’d you do when she was obnoxious?”

“If I told you, it’d ruin the surprise.”

“Fine, be that way…”

He clambered onto the bed. His fingers hooked into her panties, taking them down and off, leaving her pussy exposed, the tender petals soaking wet, ready for attention.

A hard heat nudged against them. His hands landed on her hips, squeezing possessively.

“I’m all yours…”

His cock shoved inside her, barreling through her channel, filling her in seconds.

“Daddy!”

He started up an urgent pace, pumping into her drenched sex, juddering her helpless figure.

“Just like that, just like that, yes!”

Her juices flowed quickly, providing plenty of slickness for his fevered thrusts. Shivers cascaded along her, the excitement of such naughtiness always a wonderful rush.

One of his hands slipped from her hip. To her delight, it claimed a fistful of her hair, and tugged back, forcing her head off the pillow. She moaned, her channel clenching on him, the roughness adding to the rush. Another tug set her eyes to a flutter.

“You’re all mine, huh?” he asked rhetorically.

“Yes, Daddy, all yours, your dirty little girl!”

His thrusts drubbed into her, the bed rocking to the rhythm. Pleasure rose swiftly.

Another tug at her hair drew another moan from her. A light throb surfaced at her scalp, but it swirled into the pleasure, a splash of bitter in the sweet, a flavor only enhanced by the addition of its opposite.