The sacred period of Holy Week is approaching.
In my personal kinky fantasies, all participants in this narrative are mature individuals in a committed daddy-little-girl partnership.
"Next week is Holy Week. You know what that implies, my darling girl," Daddy stated with an impish grin on his face. I squirm a little in my seat, pretending not to listen to him.
"Ahem..."
"Yes, Daddy. I know what it means," I reluctantly reply while attempting to suppress the sighs and the eye rolls.
"What does it signify, princess?," He prods.
"It implies AAAA. 'Any hole Any time, Anywhere, Any way,'" I recite, once more attempting to suppress the sighs and eye rolls. He's so silly about this week. He knows he's already in control of all of my orifices, but he simply adores making this week unique. "Holy Week" for Daddy refers to a lot of hurting holes for me by the end of it.
"Good girl," Daddy praises me. "Now let's go get some ice cream."
Three days later...🎈 I'm having the loveliest fantasy about Daddy playing a tea party with me when suddenly, my anus begins to ache! I awaken to discover Daddy inside me. "Good morning, my love. Welcome to Holy Week," He says as He continues to penetrate my anus. "I have many exciting plans for my beloved doll this week. Starting right now."
As the initial pain subsides, it begins to feel quite heavenly to have Daddy punishing my ass so intensely, so I reach down and press my magic button, which helps me climax more rapidly. But as I do, Daddy grips my wrists and pins them above my head, saying, "not just yet. This one is all for me, baby. I want you to be a good girl and take it. You'll get to climax tonight if you behave all day."
I start to shed tears from aggravation, since I was ready for my orgasm, and then my tears do what they always do to him, making him feel more excited. He increases the intensity of his thrusts into my rear end, causing me to writhe in pain while desire. He pounds harder and harder until he lets out a groan, which informs me of his orgasm. He remains inside me for a moment longer, catching his breath, and then he tells me, "good girl. You are a pleasant toy."
His beaming expression while he looks at me with such pride aids my recovery, and I smile up at him and thank him for using my body in such a way.
"Whose body?" he inquires.
"I mean yours, Daddy!" I say quickly, hoping not to find trouble for my slip of the tongue.
"Excellent girl. Now, go get that ass into the bathroom so I can assist you in cleaning up."
I adore showering with Daddy. He washes my hair for me and my entire body. He delights in massaging my curves as he bathes me in my special sensitive skin cleansing bathroom wash. Occasionally, he allows me to suck his cum from his cock while we shower, but today I am not permitted. I am to keep my hands on the wall and not move them.
"AAAA," He says while pushing a finger in my vagina. "Remain still while I have my pleasure." The next thing I know, his erect penis is plunging into my vagina, as he aggressively pinches my breasts, knowing I will not defy his command to keep my hands against the shower wall.
"May I, please, climax this time, Daddy?" I inquire.
"No, baby girl. You'll climax tonight if you behave the entire day. It's not even morning time yet. You have a long day ahead of you prior to being able to experience your climax, and if you start crying about this at this moment, I'll go back into your formerly sore ass without lube this time, do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I respond while attempting to not climax as he continues to fuck my vagina and squeezes my breasts while I'm basically in bondage against the shower wall. I am incredibly turned on and need to climax tremendously, but I'm a good girl and obey.
I hear the familiar sound of Daddy's impending orgasm and prepare myself for the deeper thrusts. He bites my neck hard as he discharges inside me. "You're a wonderful girl, princess," he whispers into my ear as he slowly withdraws from me and turns off the shower.
Daddy dries both of us off and assists me in dressing. There will be no underwear this week. I'm aware of how Holy Week works, so I don't even inquire. The positive aspect is, there won't be any anal plugs either, because all of my orifices must be operational.
Every Sunday, I make plans with my sister-in-law Candy for a brunch date while Daddy and my uncle Brian are doing their guy stuff. Memories of my past encounters with Daddy often flood my mind during these moments. When we meet up, I subtly feel the presence of Daddy's cum still lingering inside me. We relish our time together and at the end, I can't help but ask her if we can go for a walk at the park nearby. She agrees and pays the bill.
As we're walking, I suddenly feel my phone vibrating inside my pocket. The screen reads, "Did someone forget to ask for permission to go to the park?". I sob internally, praying that it doesn't affect my chances of having cummies tonight.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot! I'll turn back right now if that's what you want." I type a message.
"It's alright, babygirl. I'll let this one pass, but if it happens again, we might need to work on ways to help you remember," came his response.
I'm relieved and go back to chatting with Candy.
After about 20 minutes, the phone buzzes again. The word "AAAA" appears on the screen. I cast a quick glance and there they are - my Daddy and Uncle Brian - standing in front of the carousel. We approach them, bewildered, as Daddy announces that the boys were feeling lonely without us so they jumped in to join us at the park. Suddenly, we're riding the carousel together. I was about to take a horsie when Daddy dragged me to the bench he was sitting on. When the ride started, he grabbed my hair and plunged his cock into my mouth as he yanked it out rapidly. Not leaving any chance for a response from me, he forced his meat into my throat again and again.
He held my head tightly as we rode the carousel, guiding it as if it were my hips and vagina. I could feel the tension growing in his body, signaling his cumming. Right before the ride ended, he dumped his load down my throat. As the ride slows, he regains control and acts as if nothing happened as we get down from the carousel.
As we leave the carousel, I notice how watery Candy's eyes look, just like mine.
We'd never had a discussion about fetishes before, but now I can't help but imagine that Uncle Brian and Candy have their own way of spent their weekends - just like how Daddy and I do. I guess the brothers might share stories of what they do to us and how much we love it.
Daddy suggests that we all watch a movie after the park, which tempts me because my best cartoon just launched a feature film and I'm dying to see it. I wonder if Uncle Brian and Candy will tolerate a cartoon, though.
It turns out, they do! They treat us to popcorn and red licorice, which we enjoy as straws in our drinks.
This turns out to be a really happening Sunday.
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