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The Institute, Daddy Issues(107)

By:Evangeline Anderson


“Papa,” I whispered. “Please…”

“All in good time, mishka,” he mur­mured. “Now, let me see…”

He was lean­ing down again, look­ing closely at the junc­ture between my thighs. Des­pite my eager­ness, I found my­self sud­denly nervous and shy again. Without think­ing about it, I star­ted to close my legs.

“Mishka…” Salt looked up at me sternly. “No, my darling—you must not try to hide your­self. Come now, open up. Spread your legs for Papa.”

I felt my heart stut­ter in my chest and I did as he said, open­ing my thighs for his pleas­ure.

Ap­par­ently Salt liked what he saw. He made a low, ap­prov­ing sound deep in his throat as he leaned over to get a bet­ter look at me.

I looked too and was em­bar­rassed to real­ize how hot and wet I was get­ting. The thin white silk panties were soaked with my juices to the point where they were al­most com­pletely see-through. The damp fab­ric clung to my swollen pussy lips which were open­ing on their own, spread­ing to show the little pink pearl of my clit beg­ging for his at­ten­tion.

“Mmm, mishka, look how wet you are for Papa,” Salt growled softly. He ran one fin­ger­tip down my cleft, slid­ing gently over my throb­bing clit and mak­ing me moan and jump.

“Yes,” I ad­mit­ted in a low voice. “Yes, Papa, I am wet—so wet for you.” I couldn’t help my­self—my hips were rising to meet his touch. I craved the feel­ing of his mouth and lips and tongue all over my throb­bing cunt.

“Look at these sweet hips com­ing up to meet me. I think you want your Papa to taste your pussy.” He looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust. “Is that right, my little darling?”

I bit my lip. “Yes, Papa,” I whispered.

Salt gave me his one-sided smile.

“If you want it, then you must ask for it, mishka. I want you to say, ‘Please, Papa, spread my pussy open and taste me.’ Can you do that for me?”

My heart felt like it was go­ing to pound its way out of my chest. God, we were really go­ing all the way with this, weren’t we? Or Salt was and he was wait­ing for me to fol­low his lead. I didn’t hes­it­ate.

“Please, Papa,” I whispered, feel­ing em­bar­rassed and in­cred­ibly turned on at the same time. “Please spread my pussy open and…and taste me.”

“With pleas­ure, mishka,” Salt rumbled. First he pressed a gentle kiss to my mound, mak­ing me tremble at the feel of his hot breath against my vul­ner­able pussy. Then he hooked his fin­gers in the waist­band of my panties and tugged.

I trembled and lif­ted my hips for him so that he could strip the soaked panties down my thighs and off my legs. Then I lay on the bed, com­pletely open for him with my breasts and sex ex­posed and on dis­play.

Salt growled with ap­proval and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees be­fore me and pressed between my thighs, his broad shoulders split­ting me wide.

I ex­pec­ted him to dive right in, but ap­par­ently he wanted to sa­vor the ex­per­i­ence.

“Look at this soft little pussy, all spread open just for Papa,” he mur­mured, catch­ing my eyes and hold­ing them. “I can see how your little clit is swollen and throb­bing—do you need Papa to kiss you there, mishka?”

“Yes,” I whispered, fol­low­ing his lead. “Please, Papa—I feel so achy and hot there. My little but­ton needs your kisses.”

“Of course it does, my darling. But first I must taste the rest of you.” Lean­ing for­ward he lapped gently at the crease between my thigh and my pussy.

“Salt!” I groaned. “Papa…what are you do­ing?”

“Be­fore I can taste you prop­erly, I must clean up all your pussy honey.” He gave me a stern look. “Just re­lax and spread wide for your Papa, mishka. You must be pa­tient—I prom­ise I will taste your sweet little cunt when the time is right.”

Then he went back to lick­ing around my in­ner thighs, clean­ing every trace of my juices away with his hot, wet tongue, mov­ing slowly…so slowly in­ward to­wards my pussy.

But even when he fi­nally fin­ished with my thighs, he still didn’t get any­where near my clit. In­stead, he sucked my outer pussy lips into his mouth, gently mouth­ing them un­til I moaned and squirmed un­der him.

“Be still, mishka,” he said sternly, look­ing up at me. “If you do not, I may have to pun­ish you.”