Strawberry Daughter

Voice (shouting): ‘Daddy!’

I turned around to see Strawberry in a white singlet and flaring black skirt, the pink bra straps attracting all my attention on her protruding collarbone.

Me: ‘Eh. Don’t shout so loud la.’
Strawberry: ‘People excited ma. So you brought everything?’
Me: ‘You sure you want to picnic there? There might be people walking past leh.’
Strawberry: ‘Yupp! It’s something new ma. And I’m sure no one will walk there.’

Lugging the reusable tote bag behind her, we went up a block of flat nearby, headed for the top most floor where a single unit occupied the roof access ladder.

Strawberry: ‘Here!’
Me: ‘Wow. How did you find this place?’
Strawberry: ‘I use to come here with my friends when we ponten school. So I know lo.’

Upon placing my bag on the ground, she ransacked it for the groundsheet I brought and laid it neatly down, unloading a thick wool towel from her bag. The floor was pretty ventilated and the cool evening weather made our secret ‘hideout’ extra cosy. Once we took out the boxes of sandwiches and fried tapas, she cuddled up to me in front of my iPad resting on my knees.

Strawberry: ‘So what movies did you bring?’

I scrolled through the file manager to show her my personal porn collection, and finally settled on a food related show. The dark skies came together with the movie ending, empty boxes stacked away in my empty bag. Somehow, that quiet time spent with her was a very rewarding one, especially after working for months without rest. She was the simple, naive daughter of my regular masseur, one that I had not visited in a long time. She had entrusted her girl to me, to fulfil her desire for a daddy to love her, though we were more like a couple whenever we went on dates.

Ten years, was our age gap. We had endured the disproving eyes of those who assumed, and confused the minds of those who wondered. In the privacy of the discreet corner in the HDB flat, we had the chance to spend quality time together, and experienced intimacy we had no had since a long time.

Me: ‘So I am your daddy now?’
Strawberry: ‘Yupp. Can?’
Me: ‘Can. As long as you are happy.’

My iPad had returned to my bag and we were just sitting side-by-side listlessly, awaiting for one of us to start playing. As ‘daddy’, I paved the way by pulling the stretchy waistband of my shorts open, to let her sensible hand enter the hotspot. There were no words to describe how much I missed her bodily contact, especially her hands that reminded me of the erotic times we spent.

Her flare skirt was easy to slip into and the disappearance of her panties made it possible for my fingers to rub her clit. That familiar moans of hers filled up the corridor quickly, turning me on even harder as she stroked my dick in anticipation.

Strawberry: ‘Daddy.. let your baby taste you.’

She flattened the towel under her body before lying on her chest perpendicular to my groin, spending no more than a minute to tie her hair into a long ponytail. Thereafter, my eyes went shut to her thirsty mouth, sucking my huge straw for what’s worth. Generous flow of saliva lubricated the shaft, and tiny lips wrapped tightly around my girth for the perfect seal. I could felt how much better she got with the blowjob, without a single bit of teeth scraping me.

Relaxed – was the only word worthy for all that my mind experienced, with gentle waves of eroticism flowing through my body.

Me: ‘Girl, come on top of daddy.’

She eagerly went on her knees and raised her skirt up clumsily, as if she was showing the whole world how smooth she was below. Climbing over my hips, she took her time to lower herself over my erection, piercing my blood-filled organ into the softest deep-skin tissue within her body.

Me: ‘You know how to move?’
Strawberry: ‘I try.’

Her feet went next to my bum and she changed to a squatting pose, squeezing my cock tighter in that unbearable new position. Before I could correct her, she was bouncing on my lap already, inhaling air with hisses to cope with the physical, self-inflicted bombardment of my cock deep in her pussy. Blood was being forced out of my cock after a few strokes and she could tell. Just as I shrunk, she stopped moving and displayed a pouting expression, showing me how lost she felt.

Strawberry: ‘How now brown cow?’
Me: ‘Haha. Silly girl. Come, get off me. I’ll doggy you.’

She leaned in for a kiss before turning her body around, facing the blank wall in front of me while we switched to the other position without disconnecting. I held her fleshy, thin waist in preparation to fuck her, and she grabbed her towel to provide some cushioning under her elbows. Seconds later, loud slapping noises came from my relentless hammering from behind, driving her mind wild with moans she had to muffle with her towel.

Her pussy naturally tightened as I dived forcefully into her, making sure I hit her sensitive spots along her vaginal walls. Slowly, an airtight vacuum formed where our genitals touched and a shiver built up in her.

Strawberry (moaning): ‘Dadddyyyyy.. ‘

I had to stop myself from moving since we had no condom between us, and the milking motion of her pussy almost made me cum. Luckily, she did not make any signals nor say anything to get me moving again, or else the worst might have just happened.

Strawberry (panting): ‘Daddy.. Let’s change to something else. You’re going too deep.’
Me: ‘Missionary?’
Strawberry: ‘Don’t want. The floor so hard. Any other pose?’

I thought for a moment before getting on my feet, and went to the wall with the huge opening to see the opposite block. As it was on the window side of the flat, no one would be able to look up to spot us. Placing her in front of me, I tapped on the ledge of the window and she raised her knee, for me to lift to spread her legs super wide (almost doing a standing split).

She had to hold onto me for balance but I was more focused on getting my dick inside her. A quick squat lowered my body enough to slip past her wet hole and we found myself as deep in her pussy as the doggy earlier. Our height differences had caused me to reach further in her shorter height, though she was moaning differently too.

Strawberry: ‘I think you can hit my g-spot easier.’
Me: ‘How did you know?’
Strawberry: ‘You are already touching it without moving.’

I cupped my hands on her ass and hugged her closer, while jutting my hips at the widened gap between her legs. This time, she wasn’t as tight, but I realised there wasn’t going to be much changes in terms of sensitivity. Her vaginal walls felt softer, but they were wrapped as tightly around me as from the start.

Me (groaning): ‘Daddy isn’t going to last long in this.’
Strawberry (moaning): ‘It’s okay daddy. Just keep going.. make your baby girl happy.’

We continued fucking faster and faster, competing to outlast each other. The overwhelming pleasure on my dick was pushing me closer and closer over the edge, and I was slamming deep into her so she would cum more. Our sex got more intense the moment after she came, her hug around my neck getting tighter to tell me she wasn’t going to let me go.

Suddenly, I felt an alarm going off in my mind and I arched my hips backwards, pulling my juice-covered cock out of her abruptly.

Strawberry: ‘Daddy? Cumming now?’

She had to carry her leg off the window and went on her knees before me, poking the tip of my dick into her mouth while her hand jerked me off.

Me (groaning): ‘Baby!’

Instead of sucking harder, she pulled her shirt and bra away from her chest and aimed my dick into the gap. The final straw came as she continued pumping my cock and out came my little soldiers, spraying all over her chest and flowing into her bra. She kept rubbing my dick head with her collarbone to get me cumming non-stop, and did not stop until I slipped slightly against the wall.

Quickly taking my spent cock into her mouth again, she released her grip on my shaft and did a hands-free blowjob, shoving her face in the direction of my groin with a hint of revenge. A man’s body could only take so much pleasure and I wasn’t any different. In an attempt to stop her, I had to push her away (to no avail) and dodged her playful ‘come come’ hand signs.

Me (begging): ‘I can’t take it anymore.. ‘
Strawberry: ‘Hehe. Okay la. Let daddy off this time.’

We made our way back to our play area and wore our clothes back, cleaning ourselves up with the big packet of wet tissues I packed.

Strawberry: ‘Daddy, let’s go and meet my mummy now. The company is having a small dinner.’
Me: ‘Now?!’

We wasted no more time and took a cab to a neighbourhood coffeeshop, where a bunch of sexy, well-endowed masseur gathered around a table filled with beer bottles.

Mother: ‘J! Finally! Come come. Sit here.’

I took the spot next to one of her mum’s staff, while Strawberry sat on my other side. Binge eating and drinking to a waste with them, hands did not take long to start running all over my thigh, initiated by the staff seated next to me. Strawberry, of course, was too drowsy to realise her ‘daddy’ was being taken advantage of.

The question that’s left for that night, is where I will end up after the meal.

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