I'm an open book. Ask me anything. 18+ @Lilcandystriper (ig, fet) I like kinky things. Skin on skin. More medical play than most people are comfortable with. The idea that no bodily opening is more sacred than another. I like pain. I find genuine beauty in bruises and I find solace in their presence. The theory behind EVERYTHING. Uplifting messages. Snarky comments. Cliche black and white show-porn. A few photos of me + my life. (My personal photos live on my Instagram, mostly)
I needed to archive this somewhere. I wrote it in 2013. Makes me miss all the kinky pervs in the bay.
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He knew her schedule for the week, but she wasn't expecting a text. Hearing from him during the day was a rare treat. She finished work at 2:00 and was dreading the last 15 minutes. They always dragged on. It was a slow day. No one around. The girl working after her showed up and she was packing up when the chime on her phone ding-donged.
"Hi sweetie. I'm outside in the truck. Meet me. Don't dawdle."
Her face flushed and her ears grew hot. No one else could even remotely know what the text said, but it still made her stomach flip-flop. It was a weekday. Nothing was planned. The surprise visit threw her off, but she welcomed his visits always. She didn't put her bag on, but she carried it as she clocked out, said goodbye to her co-worker and walked to the door.
He caught her eye almost immediately. He was leaning up against the side of the truck with his arms crossed. Sunglasses on, she couldn't see where he was looking, but she could feel his eyes watching her move.
She smiled widely as she almost bounded across the street. Almost. She stopped herself at the crosswalk. Looked both ways, then held her composure as best as she could as she skip-walked toward him.
He only moved when she was arms distance away, pulling her into a warm embrace. She sighed contently into his chest. He kissed the top of her head and pet her back as he opened the door to the passenger side. He helped her with her bag, putting it into the back seat of the cab, then he took the buckle from her hand and finished the act of securing her to the seat. He walked around to the drivers side and slipped in, strapping himself in as well.
"How was your day, little one?" He asked as he turned the key and put the car in drive.
"It was a slow day, but it was nice. I got some reading done. How was your day, daddy?" She looked over at him as he turned toward her neighborhood.
"It was good. A little busy, but I had a bit of a break, and I happened to be doing some work nearby." She looked at him with the spark of wonder in her eyes.
He glanced over at her as he rolled to a stop at a stop sign and smiled. He was glad to shake up her day a little.
They drove for a little while in silence. He was rubbing her hand that sat on the center console, but he looked over at her, "grab the iPod out of the glove box, sweetie, you can put on whatever you'd like."
She jumped at the chance because she knew daddy had all kinds of music on his iPod. She opened the glove box and stopped. It was quite literally a glove box. There were all different types of gloves, just like in her toy box at home. She looked at him, but he pretended not to notice. Her face flushed, she gingerly grabbed the iPod and quickly shut the box, hoping he wouldn't say anything.
She was going through the list of music when he reached over her knees and opened the box again. He procured 2 black latex gloves. She watched. Her eyes transfixed. She had been so engrossed in everything that she hasn't noticed that the car stopped and was being put in park. She looked around and notices that they were at the far end of a deserted alleyway. San Francisco was full of them.
"Don't move." He said calmly, yet firm enough to make her squirm.
He got out of the car and he opened the passenger side door. He had the gloves in one hand and he used a free hand to grip her chin.
"Daddy needs to check you before you go home." He told her, making sure their eyes met. Making sure she knew just how serious he was.
She nodded slowly. Still strapped in to the passenger seat. She watched him methodically slide the latex over his hands.
"Open for me, princess." She knew what he was talking about, but she was hesitant. His demeanor changed when he saw her nervousness.
" it's okay, sweetie, no ones here. Just a princess and her daddy. " he rubbed her cheek as he spoke, letting the smell of the latex envelop her senses.
"Just you and daddy." He was firmer on her chin, tugging gently. " open for me, baby. Let me see."
She complied. She always complied. Her mouth open, she felt his fingers explore. Under her lips, touching every tooth. His hand moved from her chin and procured a pen light. She watched him carefully.
"Just a little flashlight, baby. Just so I can see." He smiled and used a free finger to rub her cheek. "What a good girl. You brushed your teeth so well this morning." He was making her squirm with his words. Not to mention the latex. He took his fingers from her mouth and looked at her again.
"Daddy needs to look deeper, baby. I know it's not your favorite, but I need to feel all the way in the back. Deep down."
Her eyes got wider, but before she could even protest, her heads as being pressed against the seat. "Just relax, sweetheart. Take deep breaths. You'll be just fine. Daddy won't hurt you, remember?" She nodded. She did remember.
"Open for me baby." As her mouth opened, his fingers slid along her tongue. He pressed on the back of her tongue, and her soft palette, feeling the give it had.
"Good girl, princess," he whispered as his fingers followed the curve of her tongue downward. His free hand that was holding her mouth open moved down to her throat. Gently stroking and massaging it.
"What a good girl," he cooed as her airway constricted and she gagged fully on his fingers.
He removed his fingers as she caught her breath. "Keep your mouth open, princess." He said as his fingers entered her again. He repeated the same procedure, first pressing and gently massaging inside her mouth, then slipping his fingers deeper. Deeper until all she could do was gag. His overt praise of her willingness and calm demeanor made her want it more.
The last time his fingers entered her throat, she held it together. She didn't gag. She was proud of herself for taking his fingers, but then he pushed deeper. She was caught off guard and she gagged again, tears leaking from her eyes.
She wanted to do better but he pushed her to that point again. After the last attempt, he stripped his gloves and held her close, cooing in her ear about how great she did. He wiped her tears away as she regained her composure.
"Daddy isn't finished." He said softly as he unbuckled her seat belt. He helped her out of the car as he opened the glove box again. He pulled some things out and opened the back door of the cab. He sat down and slid to the center seat.
"Slide across my lap, sweetheart. On your tummy. I want to check your temperature." She looked in the cab and moved a little closer. "It's okay sweetie. Once you slide in, I'll shut the door, you can rest your legs. Come on in, the water's great." He smiled at her. She giggled and climbed in. Face down, she bent her legs at the knees so he could close the door. It was very cozy. Just as snugly as she liked it. Just her and daddy. They sat for a little while, he pet her like a kitten. His hands moving up and down her back. He picked up a white glove and slid it on, making sure it was snug on his hand.
Next to him was a thermometer and a small bottle of lube.
"Just relax little one, this won't hurt." She squirmed more at his words than what was about to happen to her. He felt her tense up and reached into her bag by his feet. He found the paci she kept there, just like he told her to so long ago. He held it to her lips and rubbed her cheek as she took it. "Good girl," he murrmered as he opened the bottle of gel and applied a bit to his finger.
"Just relax," he told her as he spread her cheeks with one hand. Gently, slowly, he rubbed her little opening. She tensed up again but he persisted.
"Take a deep breath, baby," he ordered as he picked up the thermometer. He rubbed a little gel onto it and as she was exhaling, he slid it inside.
"Lets just let that sit for a minute. What do you think?" He was petting her again. One hand on her bottom, holding the thermometer in place, twirling it every so often. The other hand massaging her head, scratching her scalp.
The more he massaged, the more she relaxed.
"Good girl," he whispered as he slipped the thermometer out. "Hm, it's a little high baby. Stay still for me." She glanced back just as he was adding a little extra lubrication to his gloved fingers. Her cheeks were parted again before she had the chance to tense up.
His finger slipped around easily. He rubbed the outside of her little hole firmly to relax her. The more he rubbed, the closer he got to the opening until she felt his finger slip inside. She let out a squeak of protest as her bottom was invaded. Her paci fell from her mouth. She felt the fullness as his finger slid deeper. She tried to press down into his lap to escape the intrusion but that did absolutely nothing to stop the penetration.
"I know, baby. I know," he crooned as he invaded her. "You're doing so well. What a good girl. Just relax. Just take some deep breaths."
His finger swept around the inside of her rectum, reminding her that there is no part he cannot touch. "alright pumpkin, all finished," he cooed as his finger is slowly removed. She sighs and tries to pick up her paci.
"No no, little one, it's been on the floor." He says as he strips his gloves, then scooping the pacifier up. He pulls her panties off, flipping her skirt back down and opening the door.
The alley still deserted, she slips out and back into the passenger seat, he is right by her side to clip the buckle. The lube still between her cheeks, she wiggles a little bit in her seat.
"Careful little one, don't want to get the back of your skirt messy, what will people think?" heH teases adding a wink onto the end of his question.
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