Some Kinky Roleplay

RAE: “Don’t you look so pretty in your pigtails. Come here pretty girl, sit on Mommy’s lap.”

DAISY: “Yes Mommy.”

RAE: "Yeah, there you go, good girl.”

DAISY: “No mommy don’t touch me there.”

RAE: “Don’t worry baby, Mommy is just giving her special girl some pets.”

DAISY: “Mmm Mommy’s touching my fifi.”

RAE: “Hey stop squirming you’re hurting my legs.”

DAISY: “I’m just trying to get comfortable, your thighs are so bony they hurt my butt.”

RAE: “Hey don’t use that tone with me. If you want to act like a little girl, I’ll punish you like one too.”

DAISY: “Whatever, just pull my pigtails. Ahhh! Harder. Harder!”

RAE: “I’m going to rip hair out if I go harder.”

DAISY: “Uuuugh, this isn’t working. Just forget it.”

RAE: “What do you need? I’m doing everything you ask.”

DAISY: “I don’t know, it’s just not working. I’m sorry.”

RAE: “Where did you come up with this anyway?”

DAISY: “I don’t know, I just woke up with it.”

RAE: “Well that’s why we only indulge in the fantasies I put in your head, because a silly girl like you doesn’t knew what she wants does she?”

DAISY: “No ma’am.”

RAE: “Tell you what. I’ll work on this fantasy of yours a bit until I have it how I like, then I’ll sneak you into reeducation. Then we’ll both be happy. Sound good?”

DAISY: “Yes… mommy.”

Daisy

There was a knock at the door, and I looked up from the kitchen floor I was scrubbing. What was it? Tuesday? I didn’t have any sex bunnies on Tuesday. I hope it wasn’t Jasmine here to surprise me again. Of course that man picked the most boring person possible for his wife. ‘Thank you for letting me share in your body sister, you’ve fulfilled me emotionally and physically today, now let us cuddle.’ Barf. That was the problem with this place, no skeeze. I just wanted a group of women to piss in my hair and call me a slut. Was that too much to ask?

I slipped off my yellow rubber gloves, and padded over to the door.

As boring as Miranda was, the look of defeat on the man’s face was totally worth everything else I was putting up with. You know what? I hope this was Jasmine, I wouldn’t mind bringing her to another screaming climax while her hubby was next door.

Mmm. I popped a quick finger into my cooch at the idea. Daisy you little slut, you’ve got yourself worked up already.

“Fucking, fucking, fuck, what are you doing here?” Miranda’s pet **** was at the door. Giving me what I’m sure he thought was a charming smile.

He rubbed the back of his head. So tall. “I came here to apologize for my behavior at dinner. I know I can never be forgiven for what I’ve done. But I want you to know I’m ashamed of myself.”

Mmm, I smelled a trap. I wasn’t sorry for making him show me his ding dong. Why would he be sorry for making me suck it? I don’t think so. Game recognize game, homie. “What took you so long? Come in, Rae’s at work all day. Let me suck that sweaty cock right now. I need it in my mouth” Let’s see how he handles that.

“Oh.” He took a step back from the door. “N-no. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t… not that it wouldn’t be fun… I just… haha I have to go.”

What? “Hey come back here!” I stuck my head out the door, and he was half way back to his apartment. “You’re just going to leave like that?”

Holding hands.

With a man.

In public.

I was getting reeducated for sure.

Well, it was nice being a skank while it lasted. At least sex with Jasmine would be more enjoyable now. We’d just be to two gushing lesbians cuddling, and pouring adulation into each-other's ears. Oh god it sounded awful.

Why did I let him grab my hand? “Don’t want you to get lost.” He said when I tried to pull away. Get lost? In my city? He was the stranger here. So why was I letting him pull me along? He had long legs so it was hard for me to keep a pace with him, it kind of felt like he was dragging me along.

Everyone was looking with shocked, and dissapointed faces. ‘There goes cute little Daisy, her Daddy’s special little girl.’ I shook my head, no one was thinking that. Get your head out of your ass. What were they thinking though? ‘It’s sad that she only thinks with her pussy.’

The bell of the ice cream shop jingled as we entered. The man brought me right up to the counter. I saw the person behind the counter scowl at him. Yes, tell him to fuck off, and go home.

“I’d like like the biggest cone you have, with vanilla for my little lady here.”

He ordered for me? Wtf I didn’t even like vanilla. I wanted Rocky Road. And to my ever loving surprise, the lady actually took his order! “I don’t want vanilla.” I whined at his side, very quietly. Who the fuck said that? Speak up bitch.

“Don’t mumble sweety. Is there something you want to say to the nice lady?”

Did he just finger me? Why was the way he talking to me making my pussy throb? I was blushing and swooney, and could hardly stand on my shaking knees. The server looked over at me with expecting eyes, she wasn’t any happier about him giving the order than I was. But all I could do was shake my head and look down at my shoes.

Looks like I was eating Vanilla after all.

“Thank you very much.” He said sweetly, once he got the cone in his hand. It was a ludicrous tower of three vanilla scoops wobbling on top of each other. When he handed it to me, I was surprised by it’s weight. I went to take a lick of the thing, but he stopped me. “Ah ah, not until we get back to the apartment.”

“Haaaah.” I groaned, feeling my pussy ignite. What was happening to me? He was treating me like a little girl. “No fair.” I pouted. “You’re apologizing to me. I want to eat it now.”

“At the apartment.” He said again, much more firmly.

And that was that.

He held out his hand for me to hold, and we were out of there.

Were we running? I was out of breath, and felt flush. Maybe I was going to faint. I think I was sick. That would explain all of this. I needed to see a doctor. They would tell me, why I was so wet. Diagnose me with a runny cunny, something like that.

On the way back people were looking at us much more viciously. Probably because I looked bewildered and near tears with how my afternoon had transformed. I almost felt like I was looking at these woman, begging for their help.

One woman actually did. “Sit boy!’ She shouted, and ran over towards me.

My neighbor released my hand, and fell to the ground screaming. I smirked a little bit. I loved seeing him like that.

“Are you alright dear? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Hmm. I felt my reality snap back. The pink haze of lust and humiliation vanished, and I was back in Skyros. The man was on the floor groaning, and all I had to show for everything was an ice cream cone, and some soiled panties. This nosy fucking bitch, I was having fun!

“You fucking cunt! Did I ask for your help bitch?” She had a hand extended for me to take, but quickly brought it back to her chest. “Don’t treat me like a child you hag. If I make the **** get me ice cream, that’s none of your business. Byyyyye.” I turned my back to her, and sent the entire audience into a tizzy. Oops, I’d forgotten to call her sister. My ass was going to be blue when Rae found out about this. Maybe she’d made me too dirty.

The man staggered to his feet, smoking curling up from the tips of his curly hair.

“Serves you right.” I told him, holding my hand out expectingly. I caught him trying to hide a smile, as he took it, and started leading me around.

So he liked me sitting on his lap too, huh?

At first I thought his testosterone addled ape brain, had gotten him lost on the way back to the apartment. He kept making all these wrongs turns, just as we were about to get there, that led us off onto a different street. I was getting annoyed, and was just going to pull him in the right direction, then I realized what he was doing. Ice Cream was dribbling down my hand, as it melted under the dome’s lamps. “My ice cream is melting.” As if he didn’t know.

“Ah, so it is.” He smiled down at me. He seemed so god damn tall. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Take me inside so I can eat it!” I hissed at him.

“Why don’t you eat it right now? I’m enjoying our walk.”

“I’m not allowed, remember?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “I can’t make you do anything Daisy. I just think it’d be tastier if you had it in the apartment. But if you can’t hold your horses, you can have it now.”

What was that tone he was using with me? I’m a woman! It was so condescending. “It’s melting!” It didn’t help that I was pitching my voice up way into my upper register. Was I playing this game too? If so, how did I know the rules? I felt like I was in near tears over melting ice cream. “Take me inside right now!”

We reached an intersection in the road, where we could see our building. He let go of my hand, and stuff his own back in his pocket. “There it is. I had a great time walking you to the ice cream shop Daisy. I hope we can do this again sometimes. I want us to be friends, and I’ll do anything I can if it’ll make you forgive me for what I did.” He then kissed my sticky ice cream hand and started walking away!

I stood there shaking, watching him go the wrong way from our building, leaving me all alone. Great white blobs of vanilla hit the pavement, and trickled down my hand, as rivers of my own juice flowed in tandem down my leg. “Waaait for me!” I screeched, running to keep up with him. “We were going to play in my apartment remember?”

Play?

What was happening to me?

He walked me around the block a few more times, until the structural integrity of the vanilla tower be bought me began to come into question. I now just had a solid stream of sticky sugar flowing down my hands, and onto the street. We could pretty clearly see where’d we been just by the sticky trail I left behind. It was a full time job keeping the three scoops balanced on each other, while my slick thighs were providing ample distraction of their own. At some point I just blanked everything else at. Everything went black, and it was just me in the universe. All I could hear was my labored breathing, and my heart beat. All I could see was the shifting scoops of vanilla. Smell and touch were both monopolized by my burning pussy.

I didn’t even noticed we’d entered our building until a wall of air conditioning hit me, causing my skin to prickle with goose bumps.

He led me into the elevator, still by the hand, and by this point I was panting. My hot breath was coming out as steaming clouds, and everything about me felt moist. I stared ahead at my reflection in the metal door. A wide eyed red faced little girl who just got back from the ice cream shop with her daddy. She looked like she was about to cum.

“You’re dripping onto the floor.” A lady we were sharing the elevator with pointed to the puddle at my feet.

I looked over at her, with my wide confused eyes. My hand was almost invisible underneath the sheath of melted cream. “I-i’m not allowed to eat it yet.” I mumbled, in near tears. I’d never been this horny in my life.

I think my pussy audibly squished when the elevator opened up, and we left her alone with the smell of hot cunt.

The man brought me to my apartment door, which I just stood in front of dumbly, until he finally reminded me that I had to open it. “Oh yeah” I fished around in my pocket. “I don’t like boys.” I reminded him, as I opened up the door and he lead me inside.

“Good thing I’m a man.”

I moaned as he closed the door, and locked it. All alone. With a man. Enemy of the state.

All it would take was two words and he’d be passed out on my floor. But then he might be angry and wouldn’t let me eat my ice cream. “I don’t like those either.” Go away please, so I can eat my ice cream, and masturbate until I pass out.

“Sit on the couch.”

“M’kay.” I plopped myself down. I definitely squished that time.

“Enjoy your ice cream. I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I attacked that thing with all the strength and vigor of a bratty little girl. It was creamy, wet, and delicious, not to mention rich. Oh my goodness it was the best I ever had. I sucked the cream off my hands, and licked great rivers of melted vanilla right off the side. I was in heaven. Apology accepted dude, mmmMMM.

I gasped when I felt himself sit around me on the couch. He was behind me, and had a leg on either side of me. It was almost on his lap… fuck it. “I wanna sit on your lap.” I sputtered with my lips still halfway pressed on my deteriorating tower of cream.

“Oh are you in charge now?”

I nodded my head, flinging drops of sweet this way and that off of my face. “It’s my house, you’ve gotta do what I say.”

“Okay.” Yes. I quivered. He was listening to me. I was in charge again. “Upsies.” He wedged his hands underneath my ass and just lifted me up like a doll.

I was up in the air for about a second, but it felt like a hundred more in zero gravity. I swear I floated there in pure ecstasy for a small eternity. He was so strooong! Then boom! I was on his lap, feeling his strong manly shaft press against me as I sat on him. This was good. This was right.

I quivered, I creamed, I cried.

“There’s a good girl.” He whispered into my ear.

“Uuuuh.” I moan, feeling so fucking stupid. Why couldn’t Rae do this to me? Just like this. This is what I’d been asking for. Why couldn’t she do it like this? Was he even trying? It felt like it was coming to him as naturally as it was to me. Which was good, because at the moment I didn’t think I’d be good for anything that required any figuring out.

I felt him tugging at my hair, and got a little annoyed with him. Not that I did anything other than grind my lurid leaking gash against his hardon. It felt like protesting, it really did. I could have shut this down at any moment. I was in control. I was just giving a little of it to him.

That’s all.

Then I felt a band snap around my hair, and I realized he’d put my hair up into pig tails. That’s right, before he sat me down on his comfy lap I heard him rummaging around the bathroom. I was too busy eating ice creaming and going dumb to think much about it.

“Do I look cute?” I kind of thought the ice creamed looked like a dick head, so I wrapped my lips around it after I asked the question. Men liked that, right?

“You sure do.” He fluffed my pigtails a bit. Then without much restraint grabbed them both and slowly but firmly pulled my head back until I was leaned back with him supporting my weight.

“Mmm.” I whimpered, not exactly in protest. I don't know what the noises I was making were in anymore.

He took my precious melting cone out of my hand, and into his own. “Let me help you baby.” He then pushed the cone towards my mouth.

“I’m not a baby.” I whined, pushing my head away.

“Of course not, pretty girl.” He cooed into my ear, and made me shiver. “Now be a good girl, and finish up your cone.”

He said it like I had a choice, but I didn’t feel like I had a say in the matter. He pressed the semi solid treat to my lips and all I could do was lick at it, or suck on it, or slurp from it. When he let me come up for a breath he’d rub the melting goop on my cheek, or chin, and run it down my neck. Sometimes he’d lick me clean, once he made me dirty, but must of the time he just left me sticky and gross. My eyes were rolling around my head untethered by anything. I couldn’t focus on anything, I might not have even been thinking. My tongue was just hanging out of my mouth licking whatever was it front of it. Occasionally I’d gasp when a droplet landed on my exposed tummy or down my cleavage, but other than that I think I was just a slurping and moaning sound box. Sometimes the hand controlling my head would be a bully and press my entire face into the cone, for what reason I can not tell must I must have been a pretty pathetic sight when it was all said and done.

“You’ve gotten your pretty outfit all dirty, messy girl.”

“Wuh?” He made my head look down at myself, absolutely covered in drool and ice cream. When did I start masturbating? I hope it wasn’t with the hand that had been holding the ice cream. I pulled it out stealthily hoping he wouldn't notice I’d done it to begin with. Can’t have him thinking I enjoy this hetero shit. Aww man, it had been the ice cream hand. Damn you righty. “I’m dirty.”

“Very dirty.” He let go of my hand. “Take off those dirty clothes before your finish your treat.”

I shook my head, whining wordlessly. Then I burped. “I’m full.”

He rubbed my sticky belly sympathetically. “That’s okay baby. I’ll help you. Open your mouth.” My mouth gaped open, pretty much on it’s own. For some reason it was easier for my body to follow his commands than my own. “Don’t spill any,” He poped the bottom of the cone in my mouth, like I was a cup holder. “,or I’ll have to punish you.”

I seized up. All of the sudden very set on not spilling a single drop. My eyes were glued to to the top of the cone. I’d pretty much eaten or spilled everything up to the rim at this point. But that didn’t stop a few streams of the sweet stuff from slowly and agonizingly crawling my way.

His hand gripped the collar of my hoodie, and riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Shreaded the thing right off my body. I yelped in terror, but didn’t dare spitting the cone out. “Mmm mmm nuh-uh.”

“Ssssh, it’s okay.” He said as he ripped by bra right off my body, and threw it across the room.

“Mmm!” I my screech was muffled. Tears were in my eyes. Orbs of pure frustration welling up at the far edges of my vision. Why? Why! WHY?

My pants put up a better fight than everything else, so he settled with snapping the button, and pulled the pants down to my knees. My pussy steamed in the open air, once he ripped the panties away. “Good girl.” He whispered to me, and took the cone out of my mouth.

Then he kissed me, and I just about died. I moaned happily, and sucked on his lips and tongue like it would restore my sanity. I broke the lip lock with a hiss, because he started pouring the remaining contents of the cone out on my chest and belly. Melted but still cold. He then dropped the cone on the floor and used his hand to just rub the cream everywhere with that big molesting paw.

I was gone by that point. Bye bye. Completely zoomed out, floating in the middle of space aware of nothing but the pleasure and excitement sizzling through my body like bacon popping on the griddle.

He squeezed my boobs, tugged on the nipples, then he’d grab them at their base and lick the sweetness right off them. Whatever he could reach from his position behind and above me. My entire front felt like it was encased in some kind of sticky cocoon when he finally began to move his cream covered fingers south. Past the belly button, beyond the hips, to the lips.

“No.”It’d meant it as a command, but it came out as a pitiable protest. Like a little girl. “Only girls can touch me there.” That’s not what my pussy was saying, but my brain was finally speaking, so I let it.

“Okay.” What a relief, he was listening to me. I wouldn’t have listened to me. If only he’d known how pink and gunky the inside of my skull was at that moment, he’d know I didn’t have any productive or sensible thoughts in my head. “You can play with me instead.”

“Huh?”

He released my head, and once again maneuvered my pliable and pining body like a doll until I was face to face with his erection.

We meet again.

It was covered in melted ice cream. When did he find the time? Not sure. All I knew it that I was suddenly hungry all over again. “Go on pretty girl, finish your treat.”

I let out a pathetic little moan. “I’m…” I felt my self get drawn a little closer. “...not…” Closer still, I could smell it now, so completely foreign from anything I’d had in a long time. And it was dragging me closer in like some kind of black hole! “...gurk!”

I think he **** my head down the rest of the way. He had to. There was no way I did it. No matter how, sticky, and all consuming my pussy got it could never make me lose control like this. I was a woman! A being of reason, and judgement. If i was licking vanilla off a dude’s dick, it had to be because he made me simple as that.

But since I was there…

I ran my tongue all up and down that shaft. I didn’t want to be wasteful. Not a drop. Otherwise he wouldn’t think I wasn’t accepting his apology. In that case I should probably take a little bit more of his cock in my mouth. That was the perfect way to show that all was forgiven. I was going to blow him better than last time. How did I used to do it? I was kind of famous in college for sucking dick. I wondered if my body still remembered. Down as far as I could go. Gag, gag, gag. Breath through the nose, gag some more, gag, gag-gag, okay I wasn’t in college anymore.

I came up for air, gagging and spiting on his dick until I could get control of myself. “Uuuh.” I groaned, the licked the bottom of his head. “Mmm’ I licked it again, and then started jerking his dick with my hand. I couldn't take him down my throat, but I was pretty sure I could still get results. I swallowed his head, and then started bobbing my own head up and down, slathering his gland with my tongue. “Ooooohooh!” I sputtered around his dick. He’d started fucking me… no wait his dick was in my mouth. Oh wait, that was me. Schlicking myself well sucking on a dick. I giggled as I fingered myself while blowing this guy, I was in so much trouble.

“Oh, good girl!” He grunted, pulling his dick out of my mouth with a pop. He started jerking it roughly right in my face, his one eyed demon winking and leaking at me. He grunted like an animal, and then boom!

Cum!

It surged out of his dickhead like a football team taking it field. It splashed against my face, and felt hot. Hot-hot. And there was so much of it, The stuff clung to my face, and dripped, and just kept coming.

He let loose the most satisfied sigh I’d ever heard in my time as a love maker. His dick just looked at me, a thick tear of cum dangling enticingly.

Then there was me, bent over his lap, dripping cum, and fingering myself, and gasping for breath with shallow huffing inhales.

“What do you say?” He looked down at me knowingly.

“Huff… Huff...Huff… T-thank you Daddy.” And then I had the most satisfying orgasm of my entire life.

Kind of a different chapter. Didn't have Brett's voice at all, and there was sex! Don't get used to it. lol. Did you like this scene from Daisy's perspective? I was trying to make it feel like she was fading in and out of the scene, completely intoxicated by her new trait. Maybe it was too easy. Lemme know. :o