The dimly lit room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and something darker, more primal. Daddy—fuck, even thinking the word sent shivers down her spine—sat in his leather armchair, his eyes locked on her as she knelt on the plush rug, her frilly diaper peeking out from beneath her pink skirt. His gaze was predatory, hungry, and it made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and fucking alive.“Come here, little girl,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with authority. She crawled toward him, her knees sinking into the soft carpet, her heart pounding in her chest. Every movement felt deliberate, every inch closer to him amplifying the heat between her legs. She stopped at his feet, her head bowed, waiting. Waiting for his touch, his praise, his degradation.He reached out, his fingers brushing under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “Look at me,” he growled, and she obeyed, her eyes wide and pleading. “Such a pretty little thing. So fucking needy. Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?”Her breath hitched. She knew what this was, what he wanted from her. The begging, the humiliation—it was part of the game, part of what made her feel so fucking good. “I want… I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.” Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to hold his gaze, to let him see how desperate she was.“Oh, princess,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.” His hand moved down, sliding under her skirt to cup her soaked diaper. She gasped, her hips instinctively pushing into his palm. “Such a wet little girl. Did you do this for me? Did you make yourself all messy because you knew Daddy would take care of you?”She nodded frantically, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. “Yes, Daddy. I did it for you. I’m… I’m so sorry. Please, please fix me.”He chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing harder against the diaper. “You’re fucking filthy, baby girl. But Daddy’s going to clean you up. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to be my good little girl?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation. He stood abruptly, pulling her up with him, and she stumbled slightly, her legs weak. He led her to the changing table, guiding her to lay back on the soft padding. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and it only turned her on more. Her diaper was pulled away, the cool air hitting her wet skin, and she whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily.“Such a needy little thing,” he muttered, his hands spreading her legs wide. “Look at you, all open and ready for Daddy. You’re going to take my cock, aren’t you? You’re going to let me stretch that tight little ass of yours until you’re begging for more.”Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her hands gripping the edges of the table. “Yes, Daddy. Please, I need it. I need you to fuck me.”He stepped away for a moment, and she heard the sound of a drawer opening, the clink of metal. When he returned, he held a bottle of lube and a large, thick plug. Her eyes widened, her heart racing. “Daddy, I—”“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You’ve been such a good girl, telling Daddy what you need. Now, be a good girl and take this for me.” He coated the plug with lube, the slick sound of it making her clench in anticipation. He pressed the tip against her entrance, and she gasped, her body instinctively tensing.“Relax, baby girl,” he cooed, his free hand soothingly stroking her thigh. “Let Daddy in. You can take it. You’re such a good girl for me.”She forced herself to relax, her breathing slowing as she focused on his voice. The plug pressed deeper, stretching her open, and she moaned, the sensation overwhelming. It was pain and pleasure, a fullness she craved. Her hips lifted, urging him to push it deeper, and he complied, the plug sliding in until the base rested snugly against her skin.“Good girl,” he praised, his hand moving to rub her clit, and she cried out, her body arching off the table. “You’re doing so well, taking Daddy’s toy like a good little slut. Are you ready for more?”“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, her hands clutching the table. “Please, I need you. I need your cock.”He smirked, pulling the plug out slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. But he didn’t leave her empty for long, his thick cock pressing against her entrance almost immediately. “You’re going to take every inch, baby girl. You’re going to scream for Daddy.”He pushed in, and she cried out, the stretch intense but delicious. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving deeper into her. “Such a good little girl, taking Daddy’s cock like a fucking slut.”Her moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her with a punishing rhythm. The sensations were overwhelming, her ass stretching to accommodate him, her clit throbbing with every thrust. She was lost in it, lost in the pleasure and the humiliation, in the way he whispered filthy words in her ear, calling her his fucking whore, his good little girl.“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, I’m so close. I need to come. Please let me come.”He growled, his hand moving to her clit, rubbing harshly in time with his thrusts. “Come for Daddy, baby girl. Be a good slut and come on my cock.”Her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his release filling her as he groaned her name, his hips slamming into her one final time. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, spent.“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips pressing against her neck. “My perfect little girl.”

The dimly lit room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and something darker, more primal. *Daddy*—_fuck_, even thinking the word sent shivers down her spine—sat in his leather armchair, his eyes locked on her as she knelt on the plush rug, her frilly diaper peeking out from beneath her pink skirt. His gaze was predatory, hungry, and it made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and fucking _alive_.

“Come here, little girl,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with authority. She crawled toward him, her knees sinking into the soft carpet, her heart pounding in her chest. Every movement felt deliberate, every inch closer to him amplifying the heat between her legs. She stopped at his feet, her head bowed, waiting. Waiting for his touch, his praise, his *degradation*.

He reached out, his fingers brushing under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “Look at me,” he growled, and she obeyed, her eyes wide and pleading. “Such a pretty little thing. So fucking needy. Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?”

Her breath hitched. She knew what this was, what he wanted from her. The begging, the humiliation—it was part of the game, part of what made her feel so fucking _good_. “I want… I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.” Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to hold his gaze, to let him see how desperate she was.

“Oh, princess,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.” His hand moved down, sliding under her skirt to cup her soaked diaper. She gasped, her hips instinctively pushing into his palm. “Such a wet little girl. Did you do this for me? Did you make yourself all messy because you knew Daddy would take care of you?”

She nodded frantically, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. “Yes, Daddy. I did it for you. I’m… I’m so sorry. Please, please fix me.”

He chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing harder against the diaper. “You’re fucking filthy, baby girl. But Daddy’s going to clean you up. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to be my good little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation. He stood abruptly, pulling her up with him, and she stumbled slightly, her legs weak. He led her to the changing table, guiding her to lay back on the soft padding. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and it only turned her on more. Her diaper was pulled away, the cool air hitting her wet skin, and she whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily.

“Such a needy little thing,” he muttered, his hands spreading her legs wide. “Look at you, all open and ready for Daddy. You’re going to take my cock, aren’t you? You’re going to let me stretch that tight little ass of yours until you’re begging for more.”

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her hands gripping the edges of the table. “Yes, Daddy. Please, I need it. I need you to fuck me.”

He stepped away for a moment, and she heard the sound of a drawer opening, the clink of metal. When he returned, he held a bottle of lube and a large, thick plug. Her eyes widened, her heart racing. “Daddy, I—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You’ve been such a good girl, telling Daddy what you need. Now, be a good girl and take this for me.” He coated the plug with lube, the slick sound of it making her clench in anticipation. He pressed the tip against her entrance, and she gasped, her body instinctively tensing.

“Relax, baby girl,” he cooed, his free hand soothingly stroking her thigh. “Let Daddy in. You can take it. You’re such a good girl for me.”

She forced herself to relax, her breathing slowing as she focused on his voice. The plug pressed deeper, stretching her open, and she moaned, the sensation overwhelming. It was pain and pleasure, a fullness she craved. Her hips lifted, urging him to push it deeper, and he complied, the plug sliding in until the base rested snugly against her skin.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand moving to rub her clit, and she cried out, her body arching off the table. “You’re doing so well, taking Daddy’s toy like a good little slut. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, her hands clutching the table. “Please, I need you. I need your cock.”

He smirked, pulling the plug out slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. But he didn’t leave her empty for long, his thick cock pressing against her entrance almost immediately. “You’re going to take every inch, baby girl. You’re going to scream for Daddy.”

He pushed in, and she cried out, the stretch intense but delicious. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving deeper into her. “Such a good little girl, taking Daddy’s cock like a fucking slut.”

Her moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her with a punishing rhythm. The sensations were overwhelming, her ass stretching to accommodate him, her clit throbbing with every thrust. She was lost in it, lost in the pleasure and the humiliation, in the way he whispered filthy words in her ear, calling her his fucking _whore_, his _good little girl_.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, I’m so close. I need to come. Please let me come.”

He growled, his hand moving to her clit, rubbing harshly in time with his thrusts. “Come for Daddy, baby girl. Be a good slut and come on my cock.”

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his release filling her as he groaned her name, his hips slamming into her one final time. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, spent.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips pressing against her neck. “My perfect little girl.”

An older man becomes instantly infatuated with a young trans woman who wears diapers in public, and a dangerous seduction begins.

He is drawn to her innocence and her need for degradation, and he is more than willing to fulfill her desires.

Their encounter leads to a heated moment in a bathroom where he takes control, and she is left begging for more.

Bent Over and Begging for Daddy's Dirty Touch

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