As promised last week, here’s the second Detective Daddy story, Detective Daddy and the Man with the Golden Bum. I’ve split it into five parts; it’s pretty long (18 pages, single-spaced, 12-point type).

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Part One of Five

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Sweetheart’s Diary, 9/1/14

For a lot of people, Labor Day in Atlanta means Dragon*Con. Tens of thousands of sci-fi fans, many in costume, cram themselves into three hotels downtown. Our friend Ghost runs a couple of panels for kinky people, and for the past five years she’s asked Daddy to be on them.

Daddy always says no. “It’s too many people,” he says. “The crowds are too much for me.” And he’s not lying; Daddy doesn’t like crowds, and he doesn’t like being jostled around. When we go to Frolicon he gets all grumpy-pants if people aren’t moving at the right speed or are standing around and blocking the way.

But the real reason Daddy says no is because, as much as he hates crowds, it’s even worse for me. Just thinking about him in that crush of people is bad enough; if I was with him (and I would go, because I always go to his talks to help him set stuff up) I might just curl up into a ball and cry.

If I’m going to curl up in a ball and cry, it’s because Daddy’s doing it, and because I consented to it.

So instead we stay home. Normally we would spend Labor Day weekend with the kids, but they decided to stay at school instead of driving home for the long weekend.

We made the most of that choice. Other than when he took me out to dinner on Saturday night, I haven’t had clothes on since Friday. He’s made love to me a dozen times the way I like it: he doesn’t ask, he just takes what’s his, bending me over chairs or couches, pushing me onto my back, touching me until I’m begging him (although I’ll never admit anywhere but here that I beg), and then filling me with his cock until I can’t breathe from coming so much.

I love my Daddy. He knows just how to spend a holiday.

Of course, that much sex (as good as it felt) can make a little girl sore and achy, which is why when I felt his finger between the cheeks of my ass I was less than surprised. “Daddy!” I squeaked.

“Hush, sweetheart.” He moved his finger in a gentle circling motion and I squirmed. “Be a good girl and let Daddy touch you.”

“But Daddy! But… but…”

He pushed the tip of his finger into my backside and I made a high-pitched noise that I can’t describe. “Would you rather Daddy didn’t get you ready?”

My lips pressed together and I gave him my best glare.

Daddy ignored it and crooked his fingertip.

I gave up on the grumpy expression and let out a low, shuddering moan. I really liked it when Daddy played with my ass.

Since we were already on the bed, it was easy for him to get the lube off the bedside table and drip it onto his finger and my bottom. It was cool and slick, and it ran down around his finger and over my pussy and onto the sheets. “Daddy, it’s getting everywhere!”

“I don’t care, sweetheart.” He urged forward and I felt myself stretch around his finger. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, but it wasn’t small, either. “I’ll change the sheets.”

“You better,” I murmured, and then yelped as he smacked my bottom. The yelp was more in surprise than anything, because the jolting as his palm hit my ass made my whole lower body clench. “Daddy, don’t!”

He picked up on my tone of voice. He always did. His hand came down and spanked the other side, and it hurt, but not enough that I wanted him to stop. I liked when Daddy spanked me, and I especially liked him spanking me with his finger in my bottom. It felt extra-naughty, like I was doing something I really shouldn’t be. And Daddy liked it too; he was straddling my leg, and his cock was hard as he rubbed himself against me.

Too hard, though, for me to get much out of this. Without much more preparation his finger was gone and I got up on my knees and elbows without being asked. Daddy chuckled low in his throat, a sound that was half-silly and half-sexy, and I heard him put the lube on his cock before more of it landed between my cheeks. I was a very tight little girl at the best of times, and while Daddy knew this would hurt me in the beginning, he didn’t want to hurt me for real.

The bed shifted as Daddy knelt behind me. His hand, which was still slick from the lube, pushed my tailbone down until I was where he wanted me, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock at the tightest place I had.

It was much thicker than his finger, though somehow not as hard, at least at the beginning. Daddy pushed forward, one hand on my hip and the other I’m sure holding his cock in place, and I made a thick sound in my throat as the head made me start to stretch. I knew this was just the beginning; from the very first weekend Daddy and I were together, years and years ago, he’d made it clear that I would give him my bottom in any way he wanted it. His cock hadn’t gotten any smaller over time, and I was still just as tight.

I felt myself moaning as Daddy guided his cock into my ass, a tiny bit at a time. It didn’t make it any easier, and I was stretched tight around his shaft, but I appreciated that he was being nice. That, and each time he moved a little deeper I clenched around him and got that much closer to coming.

“Can you take all of Daddy, sweetheart? Can you be a big girl and take all of Daddy’s cock?”

His words triggered something in my brain and I couldn’t speak. I nodded, clenching my teeth. I knew what Daddy meant.

He didn’t disappoint. In an instant his entire thick, hard cock was buried in my backside. I whimpered through my teeth; he was moaning loud too, his cock throbbing, and I could feel each thump of his heart through my bottom. Or, at least, I guessed that I could. When he was in my pussy it was amazing, but in my ass he filled me so much that I couldn’t decide if I was going to cry, pass out, or come.

Daddy didn’t give me the choice. His hands found my hips and he pulled almost all the way out, the backward motion kind of uncomfortable, though I knew it meant he’d be inside again soon. He’d told me that was his least favorite part of anal sex too, when someone was fucking him and they were on the outward part of each stroke.

I was so lost in thought that I almost missed it when he began moving back in, filling my ass again, stretching me around his cock. His fingers dug in, and there were already bruises on my hips from all the sex we’d had all weekend, but I think he made new ones. I knew it was hard for him to last like this, and I knew he was doing his best because I loved it so much.

I squeezed tight on his cock, biting back a moan, and Daddy gasped. “I can take it all,” I managed to say. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, please!”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” His grip on my hips loosened. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it, Daddy. I promise, I can take, it, just–“

He pulled out and slammed into me, my ass thumping against his lower stomach. I cried out and came, back arching, trying to pull away (not because I wanted to, but that’s just what my body did). Daddy was stronger, though; he grabbed on and wouldn’t let me go.

And then he fucked me hard, his thick cock spreading me open with each powerful thrust. Tears sprang to my eyes as I came again; it burned when he filled me like this, but the pain made my body throb and spasm and each orgasm was bigger than the last until, with a roar, Daddy shoved me down onto the bed, pushed into me one more time, and then his come rushed into me so hot and hard that I screamed. His cock pulsed and throbbed and jumped, and he was making incoherent noises, but I probably was too as I clenched and pulled and pounded my fists on the bed and came under him, the combination of his cock and his come and his body on top of mine driving me over the edge again.

Eventually, though, we were left in a pile, his cock still firm and stuck tight in my ass, my body limp and tingling, both of us sweaty and gasping for air.

“I love you,” he managed to say, his breath hot against my ear.

“I love you, Daddy.” I reached back and put my hand on his hip. “I love when you fuck my little ass.”

He kissed my shoulder. “You need me to get up?”

I nodded. I didn’t want him to, but even when he wasn’t fully hard he was still big enough that, without the distraction of orgasm, it hurt to have him inside me.

“Okay, baby. Hold on.”

It wasn’t my favorite part, not by a long-shot, but soon enough Daddy was out of my bottom. I felt open and empty, squirmy inside from all of Daddy’s come, and so little that when he brushed his thumb over my lips I started sucking on it. He carefully got onto his back and gathered me against his side and held me, and I sucked his thumb and nuzzled his chest and stopped caring about the mess our bodies had made. He was my Daddy, and my body and heart were his, and I loved him and loved him and loved him.

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More tomorrow!