Daddy’s Bong Baby

***All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older***

All it took was a picture of her taking a hit from her bong and I knew exactly what time it was.

She was a great photographer and each picture was special. This one had her in a body suit that showed off her generous curves. Her brunette hair was up in a bun, better to see her sweet, round face. She looked like she could've jumped right out of a mid-20th-century pin-up calendar.

She'd gotten made up for me, which, in addition to the cannabis, told me she was in the mood for a good fucking. Her full lips were painted a deep, vibrant red, and I felt the blood rushing to my loins as I imagined those lips wrapped around my cock. They'd been there countless times before, but it never got old.

It was time to give my Baby Girl what she deserved.

But first, I needed to prep. It was a policy of mine never to visit Billie Jo on a full tank. My Baby Girl deserved as long as I could give her.

I propped my phone up with her picture displayed and fished my cock out of my pants. As I did, I wondered again what color her eyes were. I'd guessed green, blue, and brown before because they looked a slightly different shade in every picture, but every time I saw her in person those kinds of details got lost in more heated explorations.

It took little encouragement for my erection to spring to life as I stared at her picture and imagined what the next few hours might bring. I pretended that she was watching me, encouraging me to cum quickly so I could, well, come quickly.

"Hurry, Daddy," I heard her sweet voice in my head say. "I've been such a bad girl. I need you to teach me a lesson."

A few minutes of this kind of thing and the deed was nearly done. The last thing her imagined voice said was something she'd actually told me during our last liaison.

"I'm gonna suck on your toes and give you the best blow job of your life."

The memory of her fulfilling both of those promises electrified my loins and I only barely had time to grab a nearby sock as my cock spurted in satisfaction.

I tucked my spent cock back into my pants and headed for her place.

I played out what I was going to do with her on the way over. By the time I arrived, she probably would've stripped down to her underwear. She liked to make sure I had easy access and didn't have to fumble with a bunch of buttons and clasps.

One of the best parts about this arrangement was that she lived only a few doors down from me. I reached her front door in less than a minute and, as I'd expected, it was unlocked.

It was dark inside. The only source of light was a soft, orange glow emanating from down the hallway. I followed it.

I pushed open her half-closed bedroom door to find her lying on her back on her bed, basking in the glow of her leaf-induced arousal. She absently teased her pussy through her burgundy-red lace thong. As I'd suspected, it was the only article of clothing she still wore. Her large, natural, perky tits hung heavily from her chest and I could see from here how pointy her pierced nipples were. Her hair was no longer up in a bun (she knew I liked it down) and her dark locks spread out over her pillow with almost artistic beauty.

She looked up as I entered the room and a wide smile spread across her face.

"Hi, Daddy," she cooed, obviously deep in the throes of weed-induced contentment.

I smiled back as I walked to the bed. "Hi, Baby Girl. I heard you needed a favor?"

"Yessss," she breathed, and then added, "You know what I need, Daddy."

Indeed I do, I thought as I sat down in the bed next to her. As I stared into her glittering eyes and lusted for the taste of her full, moist lips, I was thankful that I'd just cum so I could take my time.

I leaned over to kiss her, affectionately but firmly. Her mouth was hungry for mine and she grabbed the back of my head to hold me against her. Almost reflexively my fingers began exploring her body as we kissed, canvassing the soft skin of her arms, chest, belly, hips, and upper thighs.

Her kiss became more aggressive as I teased her nipples, lightly pinching just the way she liked. My jaw vibrated with her moans and her pelvis shifted back and forth involuntarily. Her pierced nipples were especially sensitive and it was a surefire way to get the juices flowing, literally and metaphorically.

My fingers journeyed down to the lace that covered her pussy mound, already damp with her wetness. Such was her arousal that I had no problem finding her clit. I went to work, teasing and massaging.

Billie Jo's mouth reacted hungrily, her tongue exploring the deep recesses of my mouth as her hands held my face in place. She thrust her hips to press her clit hard against my hand as my mouth muffled her "Yes, Daddy" moans.

When my fingers finally slipped under the lace of her panties, her meticulously shaved pussy was slick with arousal, the fabric soaked through. Her cunt eagerly received my two middle fingers. My thumb continued to massage her clit, working to bring her just up to, but not over, the edge.

I managed to break our kiss long enough to whisper, "You're such a good girl, getting so wet for me."

She smiled and replied, "I'm always wet for you, Daddy."

Billie Jo threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close as her mouth moved to my earlobe and neck, her hungry suckles and licks bringing my so-recently-dispensed-with erection roaring back.

When her coos and moans became squeals, I knew it was time. I wiggled out of her clutches and moved to the foot of the bed, tearing her drenched thong down her legs and letting it splat onto the floor. Instantly, her legs spread and her hand slipped toward her glistening wet clit.

I stopped her. "Not yet, Baby Girl," in a tone that brooked no argument. She froze, looking at me pleadingly but not daring to disobey me.

"Daddy..." she said with a gentle, quivering voice, "I need to cum."

"I know what you need, Baby Girl," I replied as I pulled off my shirt. "And I'll make sure you get it. When I'm ready."

I was slow to remove the rest of my garments, enjoying the desperation written all over Billie Jo's face. I'd make sure she got hers, but having her in a state of utter and complete need for what I had to offer was too delicious to simply rush through.

But, starting to feel sorry for my Aroused Angel and fully stripped of my encumbering garments, I laid between her legs, gripped her thighs, and put my mouth to work on her swollen pussy.

Her wet labia flared and tickled my tongue, slipping and sliding happily as I teased her opening. I tongued, sucked, nibbled, and adored her clit as I held her hips in place.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned as her fingers gripped my hair, pulling me hard into her crotch. "Yes, Daddy."

I maintained a deliberate pace as I coaxed her to climax, but my hunger forced her there quicker than I had planned.

No sooner had I heard, "Ohhhh, fuck, Daddy..." than my Squirting Siren unleashed her gushing climax on me, filling my mouth and drenching my chin and chest, not to mention her bed sheets.

"Mmm fuck," moaned Billie Jo as she repeatedly drove her pelvis against my mouth, riding her orgasm like the expert climax-chaser she was.

When she finally relaxed her grip, I crawled up from between her legs and, not bothering to wipe her wetness from my mouth, kissed her hard. Her juices had a different taste from others I'd been with and she found them just as delicious as I did. Her tongue bathed my mouth inside and outside, lapping up her fluid like she was on the verge of dehydration. I basked in the sensation as I let my erection settle and slide between her wet pussy lips and smashed my chest against her fully, heavy, perky tits.

Billie Jo gently pushed me away and suggested softly, "Lay down for me, Daddy?"

I smiled. "Anything for you, Beautiful Billie Jo." I rolled onto my back and her rapid movements belied her eagerness, despite her nonchalant tone. Before I was completely settled, she had her lips around my shaft and the tip of my cock was poking just into her throat.

She loved giving me head because, among other reasons, it my dick was the perfect size for her throat. Of course, I never denied her the opportunity to scratch that particular itch.

"Just like that," I encouraged her as her head bobbed. "Such a good girl." The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room as I caressed her head lovingly. "You make Daddy very happy."

Almost too happy. The problem with Billie Jo's cocksucking was that she was very good at it. I was glad I'd jerked off before I came over. Otherwise, my seed would've spilled down her throat ten times over by now.

Even so, I was getting too close and I wanted to feel her cum one more time for me, this time with her pretty cunt wrapped around my eager cock.

I tapped her head, signaling her to stop. She pulled her mouth off of my cock, still stroking me with her hand as she looked at me, waiting for instructions.

"You know what would make me very happy?" I asked. Then, answering my own question, told her, "Daddy wants to play horsey with his good girl."

A wide smile broke out over Billie Jo's sweet face as she scrambled up to straddle my hips.

Holding the head of my cock against her leaky pussy, she cooed sweetly, "Anything for you, Daddy," and sank onto me.

I groaned as my cock filled her and, without hesitation, Billie Jo went to work, grinding and bouncing, bringing both of us quickly toward orgasmic bliss.

"Fuck," I grunted as my fingers sank into the juicy flesh of her ass. "Fuck yes, Billie...Cum for Daddy...like a good girl." The bouncing and waving of her tits mesmerized me even as the soft glow of her lamp made the metallic piercings sparkle.

"Uhh," she responded, "I'm gonna cum for you Daddy...like a good girl."

She wasn't kidding. As her hips bucked and gyrated, her ass and thighs sliding slickly against my skin, the pitch of her moaning rose until her squeals echoed against the walls of the room.

"Fuuck yesss Daddyyyy..."

And with that final exclamation, Billie Jo's warm wetness gushed from her pussy to cover me once more in her sticky climax.

"Fuck" was all I could manage to grunt as I joined her, my cum spilling with uninhibited fervor to fill her and mingle with the juices that streamed down my cock.

Billie Jo's riding didn't let up until my spent erection had lost its rigidity and flopped onto me, finally released from her grip. Breathing hard and heart pounding, she took a moment to collect herself.

"Good girl, my Billie Jo," I panted.

Billie Jo smiled with complete satisfaction before she shakily dismounted me. As she crawled over to her nightstand, our mixed fluids oozed down her thighs and onto the bed below. With a sigh, she took another hit from her bong.

She was getting ready for round two.