“Yes.” There was nothing else I could say. There was nothing else I would say. “Yes,” I said again. “I will be your little whore.”

“Yes?”

I swallowed hard. I knew what I was saying. I knew what I was signing up for. I was giving up my chance of the typical college experience. But fuck it, I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. All I wanted was Mr. Conrad’s hard cock inside me every night. And morning. And…always. God, I couldn’t even look the man in the eyes because I was afraid I’d jump the gun. Mr. Conrad…no…Daddy had rules. I needed to play by them. Or be punished. But maybe….my ass throbbed and was still red from the punishment it took a few nights before.

Yes. There would be time for punishment. But not right now.

I knew what had to be done.

“Yes,” I said again. And then, just for good measure, I said, “I am your little whore, Daddy.”

I didn’t even have time to process what I’d said or what it meant, because a fraction of a second later he was on me. One of Daddy’s big, strong hands was holding my braids back, tilting my head up and exposing my neck, and the other was under my shirt, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple. He thrust one of his legs between mine and he pushed up against my pussy with his thigh while his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking relentlessly. The combined sensations of everything at once overwhelmed my senses to the point where I could barely even catch a breath.

As soon as I could, I sucked in air. In the next moment, he walked me backward, so I was pressed up against the window that looked down on the student union square, where I knew people were starting to gather for the beginning of the year festivities. When I’d dressed, I glanced out, afraid someone would see me.

Now my half-naked ass was pressed against the huge window.

I no longer cared. Now all I cared about was having Daddy’s hands on me, his mouth on me, his kisses all over me.

As soon as my ass was pressed up against the window, the cool glass soothing my still hot skin, he released his grip on my braids and used both his hands to play with my tits. He pulled the fabric of the shirt down until it was under my breasts, pushing them up obscenely high.

“Better,” he groaned before he pulled first one nipple roughly into his mouth, and then in turn, the other. He sucked, hard, until they were in firm peaks, throbbing for more attention.

But Daddy had other ideas.

“Now that you’ve said yes to our new arrangement, Abigail, are you ready for all it entails?”

I had no idea what that might mean, but I didn’t care. As long as it meant Daddy’s attentions on me, his cock inside me, his hands on me, that’s all I cared about. I nodded.

He tugged my braids and tweaked a nipple in response. “What was that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered dutifully. Juices leaked from between my legs. I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. Not that I did. “I’m ready.”

He slipped one hand down my body and between my legs, thrusting his fingers inside me with no warning. Not that I needed one. I was so ready for him. “Fuck yes, you are.” He pulled his hand out, dripping with my moisture and held it to my lips, forcing me to taste myself.

I sucked his fingers into my mouth greedily and said again, “I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Being with me won’t always be easy,” he said, his fingers still in my mouth. He twisted them and pushed, and I sucked them as if they were his cock. “I will demand things of you. Both sexually as well as in your everyday life. You will be expected to perform. Always. That means both in the bedroom, and out.” I opened my eyes wider and sucked his fingers harder. “You will be expected to excel in your schooling. And of course I will help you. I will take care of you. Always.”

Nothing sounded better because I knew how he’d take care of me and I couldn’t think of anything more satisfying.

“I will be your Daddy and you will be my little whore.”

I nodded so hard I almost choked on his fingers, so he removed them. “Do you like that idea?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I stumbled over the words, desperate to get them out. “I like that idea so much.” And that was a huge understatement because nothing could have made me happier in that moment. As recently as an hour before, I thought I’d lost him forever. I was heartbroken and now my heart was flying high. Soaring about the clouds because this man was not only back, but his hand was on my breast; the other had moved between my legs and I knew without a doubt that he was going to fuck me and continue to fuck me every day for as long as we both wanted it. And nothing could have been better than that.

“Good.” The word was more of a groan. He kept one hand between my legs, his fingers pressing up inside me, while his other hand worked quickly on his belt and his zipper to free his massive erection. And then it was there, between us.

I know I licked my lips. I couldn’t help it.

He grinned, and the next second, turned me so I was pressed up against the huge picture window, my breasts squished against the glass. I looked down on the hundreds of people in the square below. They only had to look up to see me, exposed to them all, only one floor up. I was right there, on display for any of them to see. My future classmates, my professors—everyone.

But I didn’t have time to object, because a moment later, Daddy drove his cock inside me. The force of his entry pushed me even harder into the glass. My hands flew up, pressed against the window next to my breasts. I’m sure the force of it made a sound against the window, but my eyes closed in reflex as his fingers found my clit and squeezed tight.

“Look,” he commanded. “Look down at them. They all wish they were being fucked the way you are now.” He thrust again. “They wish they had a daddy to take care of them the way you have me.” He thrust again, causing me to groan. Daddy tweaked my clit in response, turning my groan into a squeal.

My climax was close. I could feel it building. “I’m going to come, Daddy.”

“Yes,” he said. “You’re going to come and you’re going to come hard. Scream it out. Don’t hold anything back.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t scream. They would hear me. There might even be people outside in the hallway. Oh God, I hadn’t thought of that. I was so excited to be given a chance to be with Mr. Conrad, I’d so willingly stripped down into the little schoolgirl outfit and stuck my tits on display for him that I hadn’t even thought about anyone in the hallway. Someone could walk in. This was my education at risk.

“You will scream,” he said. “You want to.”

I did. I wanted to scream. The orgasm was building hard; it was threatening to explode through me. Another second or two of his hard thrusting into my pussy, and I might not even have a say in the matter.

With one hand alternating between pinching and stroking my clit, the other hand found my still tender ass. It rubbed a gentle circle and then, without warning, Daddy raised his hand and delivered a blow to my still red ass. I couldn’t help it—waves of pleasure crashed through me and I screamed.

Fuck, I screamed as my climax tore through my body.

Daddy was relentless as he fucked me from behind. He didn’t let up, fucking me hard, pushing me over and over into the glass, where my fingers desperately and futilely grasped the slick surface for purchase.

Vaguely, I could feel the juices of my climax streaming down my legs in an orgasm of epic proportions, but still he didn’t relent. My screams faded to groans and he slapped my ass again, sparking off another orgasm. Fuck, I was so easily manipulated.

Daddy pumped hard and as I rode the second wave of pleasure, I felt his seed pulsing through me.

I would have slumped over, exhausted and completely wrung out, but he held me there, pressed against the huge picture window for all to see if they bothered to look up.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.

How did he even know my eyes were closed?

“Open them, my sexy little whore,” he said again, and I did as I was told.

Everyone below me was surely too busy with their own lives to notice what was going on up on the second floor of the building, but sure enough, there were a few sets of eyes focused on me.

My face burned red knowing what they’d seen, but I still couldn’t move.

“Look at them,” Daddy whispered in my ear. “All of those people watching you wish they were you right now. Every single one of them wishes they could be fucked to the point of oblivion the way you just were.” He rubbed circles on my back, letting his hand slide up and stroke my braids. Caring for me. Loving me. “They all wish they were you, Abigail. Every single one.”

Emboldened and feeling safer and more secure than I’ve ever felt with Daddy’s cock still inside me, his arms holding me tight, I looked at each one of them who were still watching me. And dammit if I didn’t see envy in their eyes. Longing for what I had and they could only watch. And then my eyes locked on my friend and roommate Jessica.

The longing and need was strongest in her eyes.

I wiggled my ass backward, just a little to let Daddy know how much I loved his dick inside me, and then I blew Jessica a little kiss and winked at her. She was my best friend, and if anyone deserved to have what I did, it was her. I made her a silent promise to help her find her own Daddy.

But then the moment passed, and Daddy was pulling me away from the window and into his arms.

“You’re a good little girl,” he whispered into my hair. “And you’re my fucking sexy little whore, aren’t you?”

I looked up and grinned. “Always, Daddy. Always.”

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