This is my first short story with CNC and ageplay themes. All fantasy role play and fiction; no real experience. Constructive criticism welcome - please be nice

All the boys wanna know what’s under my skirt, Daddy. I feel their stares and hear their whispers. A dozen or so have gotten a peek. So arousing to see their pants tent as I catch them peep. A handful have gotten a taste. A couple laps of my sweet nectar drove them wild. Their excitement peaking long before I ever felt a moment of pleasure. A few have gotten to play in my garden. Each time leaving me filled with regret and disappointment. Silly, silly me. Boys are only concerned with their orgasm. Playing with boys will always yield the same result.

What I need is a man. A real man. A man who knows how to talk to a woman. Touch a woman. Taste a woman. Take a woman. Teach my body pleasure it has never known. God. Please. Let it be him. Let him find me. Please. I’m ready.

I’m sitting at my vanity wearing my favorite lilac robe, back to the door, getting ready for the football game tonight. My d.e.f.a.u.l.t. playlist on shuffle & blaring from my Bluetooth speaker. I sing into the hairbrush in my left hand between strokes of my makeup brush. So lost in my music, I don’t see the door open. Or see you. But suddenly I feel you. Standing at my back. Looming over me. And then I hear you. An audible exhale laced with a shudder. “Enough of the teasing, Miss,” you state, using the phrase we agreed upon to start that scene.

Leaning forward, your right hand comes to the right side of my ribs, pressing in firmly before sliding down to grip my waist. You quickly step to the left while sweeping your left arm under my knees, easily lifting me from my stool before pulling me into your chest as you stand. You can’t wait to get your hands on the sexiest coed in the neighborhood. The one you’ve been eyeing all summer. Watching me on my daily run or washing my car in my tiny bikinis.

“That blonde boy’s been stuck on you all summer, but you don’t return his same enamored look,” you say as you bound over to the bed and drop me down. I land with a little bounce. “I know the problem: you make him cum, but he can’t get you there.” I try to crawl back away from you. But you snatch an ankle, stopping me from going any farther. “Stop,” I plea as I try again to pull away. You respond with a quick squeeze around my ankle before tugging me back towards you.

“Tell me,” you instruct. My robe opens as I fall to my back, ass hanging just over the edge, legs dangling. “Yes, that’s right. I’ve never cum with him. I’ve never cum with any boy. Just myself,” my words barely above a whisper. You knee mine open and step between them. A low growl rumbles in your chest. “That ends now,” you mutter beneath your breath. Stunned silent, I lay still, legs parted. You press your thick throbbing cock against the cotton of my panties. I try not to moan but I can’t help myself. My pussy wet with anticipation.

If you slid my panties down, you’d know. Daddy would know what he’s doing to me. So wrong to feel so much arousal from his rough talk and touch. But you came to my room. You want this fantasy tonight. You want me to be your sexy innocent coed. I want to be your Good Girl.

“No, no. Please stop,” I cry. Your strong hands slide up the outsides of my legs to my hips and find the sides of my panties. You work them down quickly, your aggressive touch showing me you’re in charge and you know what you want. Me. You toss my panties aside after sliding them from my feet. Your hands return to my legs, firmly massaging them as you work your way back up. My thighs clench when you pause slightly, hands approaching the middle of thighs.

In one motion, you spread me wide and plunge inside. Your horny, fat cock filling my tight pussy. I should want to retreat from the forceful intrusion but I don’t. I secretly want this. I want you to take me and have your way. Please, Daddy I think, wanting the pleasure I’ve dreamt this fantasy could provide. “No, no,” I plea as you slam into me again and again. Your grunts and growls fill the room, unable to contain your self as you take your Good Girl’s beautiful pussy.

My legs start to shake and instinctively try to close but your strong hands remain on my thighs, keeping me pressed open. A scream erupts from my lips as orgasm rips through my body. “That’s it, Good Girl. Cum for me. Coat my cock with your sweet juices,” your velvety voice commands my orgasm out in waves.

I feel your cock grow thicker inside me as you fill me all the way. “This. Is. My. Pussy,” you grunt out each word between thrusts. Leaning over me, you pin my wrists to the bed as you continue to slam your hips into mine, building my second orgasm. This one comes quickly and threatens to pull you over with it. My body arches up to you as I struggle to free myself from your grasp. I bite my lip as pleasure steals my breath. Your movement grows erratic as your orgasm nears. Plunging hard again you cum, hot and heavy, deep inside my pussy. A few more thrusts release the last of your load. You collapse over me, our chests heaving together, my wrists still pinned.

Abruptly you stand and pull away from me. “No more boys. Tease them all you want with your schoolgirl skirts and little outfits, but save your pleasure for me. Daddy and his horny cock will give you everything your sexy body needs.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Still breathless.

“You tell anyone, and I’ll teach you a different kind of lesson.” I nod silently as you swiftly exit the room. I’m left stunned and alone. I fix my robe back around me then sit back in bed, trying to marry the intense orgasms this man just gave me with the forceful way they were drawn from my body. Misunderstood opposition.

I spend a few minutes gathering myself then return to my vanity to fix my hair and touch up my makeup. It won’t take him long to finish getting ready. Me? That romp did a little number to my hair. I trade my robe for cutoffs and a tank for the University’s football team. Gotta get a move on it if we’re gonna tailgate before the game. Daddy’s little interruption put me behind schedule tonight, but I’m so glad it did. We’ve talked for a while about him taking me forcefully at his will. After so much talk and build-up, damn. More than worth the wait.

I finish getting ready then go downstairs to find you in the kitchen waiting for me. A tall glass of water and apple slices with peanut butter are sitting on the table. You gesture for me to sit in the chair in front of you. I lower myself and reach for the water. “I love you, Good Girl,” you say while leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “Mmmmm, I love you too,” I reply then take a sip.