A Show For Daddy

Chuu can’t help but giggle when she slides her skirt and panties off her hips. A trail of discarded clothing marks Chuu’s movement through her room, and her panties fall right in front of the drawer she bends in front of. Her fingers land on the soft fabric of a towel, and with a soft hum, she picks it up and lays it on the floor, against a wall.

The mirror on the door of the cabinet beckons Chuu. She definitely feels herself today—fuck, she looks damned hot, in her definitely unbiased opinion. Her eyes explore the reflection in the mirror: rosy cheeks flushed from arousal; taut nipples atop her cute breasts; two rows of solid abs from her daily workout routine; wide womanly hips made for breeding; and her supple thighs that glisten with how much slick that leaks from her sex.

A few swift taps of her phone, and Chuu aims the lens of her camera to the mirror. She knows how much Yves—no, Daddy would love to see this. After all, Yves, otherwise known by her birth name Sooyoung, is locked behind a meeting with the Board of Directors of her company at the moment, but to Chuu, this is an opportunity to get Sooyoung out of that stuffy meeting room and back home. After all, she knows how much her body turns Sooyoung on, and with a few pictures and videos, Chuu definitely will get the sex she wants tonight.

Chuu sits on the bed behind her and spreads her legs wide open for the lens. She gasps when her pussy spreads open with the dirtiest squelch, a trail of slick flowing from her hole to stain the bed sheets. With an arm behind her to support her weight, she bites her bottom lip with the most seductive expression she can manage for the picture. Next, she lies on the bed, her legs still spread open. She flips the camera around to capture her naked frame on the bed, her fingers circling around her pussy. The final shot is of her sitting on the floor, once again spread open for the camera to capture every detail of her body up close and personal.

A few taps and Chuu has her captions ready.

Daddy, I’m so wet thinking about your cock.

This is what you’d be seeing if you were home right now~

All for you Daddy, my body’s ready for fucking;)

Ha Sooyoung’s phone flashes three consecutive times. The meeting with the Board is painfully long, the tediousness starting to eat at her patience. Sooyoung grabs her phone to check the messages from her lovely girlfriend, and when she unlocks her phone, she chokes back a yelp.

“Miss Ha, is everything okay?”

Sooyoung has to fight to remain calm in front of the Board. She can’t be seen slacking off during board meetings by looking at her love’s nude photos during work.

“Y-Yes, Jinsoul. Please carry on.”

Sooyoung bites back a curse when she sees the smirk on Jinsoul’s face. Having been friends for years, Sooyoung knows Jinsoul can tell when she’s horny and flustered. After all, there’s been too many times where Jinsoul had to knock her over the head to tell her to “get back to work and stop looking at Jiwoo’s nudes, you fucking pervert”.

Sooyoung’s hard cock strains against the fabric of her underwear. Chuu’s seductive expression is all she can see in her mind, her dripping pussy begging to be filled with Sooyoung’s hard cock and her body pounded and bred until Sooyoung’s desires were satiated. Subtly, Sooyoung sneaks a hand beneath the desk to palm her erection, desperate for some relief in the middle of this godforsaken meeting.

Chuu turns the camera to video mode. She sits on the towel she laid on the floor, her trusty blue bunny vibrator in her hand. She holds her phone up to her face, a faux innocent grin across her features.

“Hi Daddy, babygirl’s fucking horny~.”

Chuu blows a kiss to the camera, then tilts it down to show her body again.

“I can’t wait for you to come home, Daddy, because babygirl isn’t going to wait.” Chuu waves the vibrator in the frame, a flick of the “On” switch bringing the toy to a soft hum. “Babygirl’s going to fuck herself until you get home, Daddy, and you know how much I can squirt when I’m horny~.”

No more time to waste—Chuu lowers the camera to a holder strategically placed to have the lens pointed at her dripping sex. She lets out a breathy moan when the toy comes into contact with her nether lips, puffy with arousal, and she runs it along her slit, coating the surface thoroughly with her slick. The bunny ears pinch her hard clit just the way she likes it, and more slick coats the toy.

“Can’t you see how wet I am, Daddy? I’m so sad—ah!—you’re not home to fuck me, because I sure as fuck can do the—shit~—job myself, can’t I?”

Chuu knows she’s going to break her daddy’s limits with the next line.

“ Do I even need your cock, Daddy?”

Chuu giggles, but it turns into a moan when she flicks the vibrator to Level Two. She pushes the toy into her dripping hole, her moans even louder when the vibrations finally come into contact with her inner walls. Chuu thrusts the toy softly into herself, her head falling back to lean against the wall behind. Her jaw hangs slack as she gives up on filtering her moans, but she watches her phone screen intently. The knowledge that she’s performing for her Daddy on video sends tingles up and down her sex, and her body reacts accordingly—Chuu’s fingertips are now coated with her slick as well. A wet patch forms between her legs, streaks of her juices falling on her skin to wet the fabric beneath her ass.

“Look, Daddy, baby’s making… oh, such a mess, Daddy, and it’s all your fault. I have to… ah, fuck myself while thinking of you… because you don’t want to come, oh gosh, back and fuck me yourself.”

Chuu grabs one of her breasts, massaging the soft flesh the way she knows Yves loves to do. The warmth of her palms on her breasts send heat waves across her needy body, and she flicks the toy up to Level Three.

“Oh fuuuck~, Daddy, the toy’s hitting me right there, Daddy, yes… It feels so—fuck, fuck!—so, so good Daddy, and baby… babygirl loves it, Daddy! I’m grabbing my tits right now, massaging them just the way I wanted you to. Seems like I might… fuck… not need you anymore Daddy, because I can do it myself.”

Chuu gasps and whines when she pinches her nipple and twirls them with her fingertips. She fucks herself hard with the toy, her imagination enough to morph the toy into Yves’s hard cock spearing into her cute little fuckhole with every thrust.

“I’m twisting my nipples the way you do, Daddy, and I’m fucking myself just the way you’d like to. Come back quickly, Daddy, or I’ll just fuck myself until I’m not horny anymore and leave you alone for tonight hard and wet just because I don’t need you anymore.”

A few more strokes of the toy and Chuu knows she’s about to squirt.

“Oh, oh fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna squirt, Daddy! It’s such a—fuck, fuck~—waste I’m not finishing on your cock, oh FUCK~!”

Chuu’s hand falls slack when her stream of moans break, and her body shudders in pleasure. She yanks the toy out of her pussy, and a soft stream of squirt gushes out in front of her, splashing all over the bedroom floor. The loud hiss of her gushing is picked up on the mic, as is her steady stream of vocalizations of orgasmic pleasure. Gush after gush of squirt leaves Chuu’s body as her hole visibly clenches, her ass subtly shifting with every expulsion of fluid.

“That’s one, Daddy… and I’m only going to squirt on cam two more times~.”

Chuu pushes the toy back into her used pussy. She resumes her thrusts with the same tempo and force, without giving herself a break. Exhibiting herself, even if it was only for one person, always drove Chuu insane and left her wanting to show more and more of herself.

“Fuck, fuck, Daddy, oh fuck, my pussy feels so good, Daddy, this toy fucks me so good, Daddy, I might like it even more than your cock!”

Chuu only manages to say that much before the oversensitivity pushes her over the edge once again. Her words end in a scream as she rips the toy out of her tight fuckhole, a long gush of squirt spraying straight through the air and adding to the puddles of squirt all over the floor. Even with the towel to soak up her orgasms, puddles still form on and around the towel—Chuu squirts a lot.

“Two, Daddy. One more~, all for you.”

Another broken moan escapes Chuu’s lips when she pushes the toy into her hole for the third time.

“Fuck, Daddy, I wish my fuckhole was clenching around your cock, Daddy, because this toy can’t fill me with cum… Maybe I do need your cock, Daddy. Come home soon.”

A loud gasp heralds her final orgasm on video—the toy shoots out of her pussy as another hard spray of squirt rains all over herskin. Chuu’s body rocks hard as her hips buck repeatedly, the spray following every little movement, the mess growing with every gush. This time, it sprays upwards to rain on the towel, the floor, and even the camera lens of her phone. The pleasure has Chuu in its firm grasp—her body still shakes with the aftershocks of orgasm, her body stained all over with her own slick and sweat, yet she hungers for more.

“Three, Daddy. Baby’s gonna carry on now.”

Yves slams her desk in anger when she finishes viewing the video Chuu sent her. She shoves her work messily into her bag, grabbing her laptop and storming out of the meeting room.

“Yah, Sooyoungie, where’re you going?” Haseul rounds the corner with a clipboard, surprise over her face. Before Yves can answer, Jinsoul leans out of the meeting room, answering Haseul’s question for Yves.

“Jiwoo sent Sooyoung nudes again, and probably a video too. You know what she looks like, almost constipated? Yeah, that was her through the whole meeting.”

“Oi, shut up Jindori!”

Both Jinsoul and Haseul laugh, before Haseul pats Yves on the back.

“Go home then. Finish what she started.”

Yves almost kicks the door down in her haste to enter her home. She throws her bag aside on the couch and rushes to slam her room door open.

“Oh, fuck, DADDY!”

Chuu’s squirt sprays all over herself once more. Yves stares around the room—squirt stains all nearby surfaces. Chuu’s juices run down the walls, the cabinets, the mirror, and the room almost looks flooded with how much squirt there is. The towel beneath her love is soaked through.

“Finally home to fuck me, Daddy?”