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The fire beneath the hot pot crackled and popped, cooking a collection of vegetables Katara picked up from the Ba Sing Se market earlier that morning. Aang breathed in the aroma of scallions and ginger and Momo perched on his shoulder doing the same. They’d been waiting to visit King Kuei for nearly two weeks now, but their appointed meeting was continually pushed back further and further. While Aang and Katara worried about the state of the world, Sokka was on the other side of their guest house, pouting.
“Man!” He flopped onto his back, “It’s not hot pot without the meat! Where’s the meat?”
“Aang doesn’t eat meat,” Katara scolded. “You can eat meat and vegetables, so stop whining and enjoy what we have.”
“Maybe Aang could eat vegetables and meat?” Sokka asked.
“Nope.” Aang shook his head, “Sorry Sokka, but tofu is just as good as meat. Or, from what I’ve heard.”
Sokka rolled away from them, muttering about tofu under his breath.
“Well, this has been fun. But I’m going for a walk.” Toph spoke up, she’d been so quiet the others had forgotten she was there. Most of the time she was the boisterous loudmouth, snarking at everything Sokka said or bickering with Katara’s morals. But for the past few weeks she’d been unusually silent.
“I could come with you,” Aang offered, hopping to his feet, “That way we can look for Appa together.”
“Sorry, but this is…it’s me time.” Toph crossed her awkward and slender arms over her yellow monastic scapular, her expression hidden beneath a curtain of dark hair. Tugging uncomfortably at her short green sleeves, the others were startled at the sudden blush on her cheeks.
“No way!” Sokka laughed, “You’ve got a boyfriend, don’t you?!”
“Sokka, stop it!” Katara snapped.
“It’s none of your business!” Toph’s foot came down, sending a shudder through the house. Dust fell from the ceiling and Momo dove beneath a pile of pillows, chattering, preparing for the worst. “Listen up, what I do in my free time is my business! And since you obviously don’t have anything better to do then wait around for the Earth King, find another hobby than butting into my life!”
Aang began, “Sorry, we didn’t mean…”
“I know.” Saying it the second time, her voice was softer and more controlled. “I know. But please, I need to be by myself for a while.”
“Toph?” Katara stood up, and the earthbender prepared for another round of questioning. “Is what you’re doing making you happy?”
Despite being unable to see, she looked away, “Yeah.”
“And it’s not hurting anyone?” She gave her a side eye, “Or grifting?”
“No.”
“Then have fun.” Katara smiled warmly. “We’ll save some for you when you get back.”
“I’m not hungry.” As if on cue, her stomach growled angrily.
“Rrrright,” Sokka smirked, “Enjoy your dinner or whatever.”
“Sokka!” Katara snapped.
“What? It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
Toph didn’t bother sticking around to hear the two siblings bickering. Hopping down the steps, she travelled around the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se, dodging down alleys and through marketplaces. All the while tracking the sensation of his footsteps through the earth with her seismic senses. It was easy to sift through the other millions of trudging feet after memorizing the heart they belonged to. Stronger thumping than even Appa’s, she could feel each beat reverberating through the ground. Earlier, she decided it wasn’t so much his heart was bigger or stronger, it was because she was drawn to him. Their love meant so much more than anyone else’s that she would always know where he was.
But love was something to dwell on for another time, this was about filth.
A wide grin spread across her face as she rounded a corner after sensing the public men’s room. She’d taken pleasure in surprising him before, but this would surpass all those attempts before. Today, she was going to express how she really wanted to be treated by her Daddy.
Two Weeks Earlier…
The angry mobbed barreled after them down the sprawling streets of the Lower Ring, her little feet barely able to keep up with her savior as he led her through an alley. They dodged around garbage pails and beneath lines of laundry, wove between busy crowds and ducked through open houses. Eventually, the stranger plucked her up and tucked her beneath his armpit, rushing away from the cursing crowd at their heels.
It was only a matter of time before one of Toph’s schemes went wrong. Ironically, this was the day she was planning on calling it quits before Katara found out. She had a nose for sniffing out when one of them was up to something nefarious, or fun. Now all that money she’d earned was trailing behind her, slipping out from her sleeves, and clinking on the ground behind them. While she should’ve focused more on their escape, her senses had been drawn elsewhere.
The one who carried her was broad-shouldered and taller than most men, he had strong arms and ran with stronger legs. But what startled her was everything else she could sense from him. His hair was shorter than most earthbenders, but neat. His facial hair was thin, but tasteful. His fingernails were immaculate, and his muscles rippled. She could even feel how long his chest hair was and every pump of his strong and healthy heart. It was unnatural to her, an all-new experience that sent tingles through her lithe body.
She should’ve been lost without her feet touching the ground, left as blind as when she was in the air. But through the thumping of his heart she could still see him, him and the ground he tread upon. It wasn’t a large area, and she couldn’t feel anything further than a yard or two, but she still could see around them to a minimal extent. So lost in this alien wonderment that she didn’t realize they’d outrun the mob and settled in the middle of a park square. The stranger set her down, the rest of the world flooding back, and he brushed the hair from her eyes.
Tugging at her clothing, Toph sheepishly looked away from him and uttered, “Uh…thanks.”
I can still feel him. She thought, the vibration from her thumping charging through her feet. This is stronger than anything I’ve ever sensed. This is a different level of bending. It’s almost like he’s the earth itself. Yeah, he’s more earth than earth has ever been.
“You’re welcome.” He wasn’t breathing hard, even despite their long escapade. “You’re the Blind Bandit, aren’t you?”
Toph’s head snapped in his direction. “What?”
“You think I don’t recognize you? I saw one of your matches earlier this year.”
“R-really?”
Get a grip!
“Oh, uh, that’s good to know.” She said, absentmindedly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, are you really blind?”
“Yeah.” Toph dug her toe into the earth. “Um, I can see through earthbending. Like, vibrations and stuff. I’m connected to it all.”
“So, was it startling when I lifted you off the ground?”
She nodded.
He let loose a sigh, “Sorry, I didn’t know.”
He’s sweet too.
“It’s fine.” She said, turning away. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She cleared her throat, “But as for a thank you, I think I lost all the money I have on me.”
“Forget about it,” he laughed, “it was an honor just to meet you up close and in person. Although, my nephew is a huge fan too, maybe you could meet me here later tonight and you could sign something for him. Sound good?”
“That sounds great!” Toph beamed.
Stop it, stupid!
“I mean, yeah, sure.” She coughed into her fist, “Uh, I should get going.” She turned away, “Thanks again.” Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly scurried off into the nearest alley. Once she was around the corner, she crumbled to her knees and placed her hands on the ground. She could still feel him, his heart beating. It was strong and powerful and literally lit up her whole world. She followed him as he walked down streets, up alleys, into the Middle Ring, then the Upper Ring, and finally to what she guessed was his house. He’d been so close to her this entire time, how had she not sensed him?
What’s wrong with me? She clutched her heart. Am I breaking? Why is it beating so fast? She took steady breaths, but nothing seemed to calm the thundering in her tiny chest.
Oh no, does this mean what I think it means? Am I really that desperate?
“Katara, can I get some advice?” Toph asked the matron of Team Avatar.
“Really? My advice?” They were both alone in their abode, Aang and Sokka off to post more fliers. Which meant no one else had to see Toph’s nervous trembling or the shock on her friend’s face. “Sure, is it about your hair? Because we could totally…”
“It’s not about my hair!” Toph snapped. “It’s about…has your heart ever beat really fast?”
“Yeah, like, during a fight or when I’m running.”
“I mean, has a person ever made your heart faster?”
“Like if they’re chasing me?”
“No!” Toph covered her face. “Just forget it!”
“Unless you mean like…oh.” Toph could’ve buried her hand in the ground at the surprise in her friend’s voice. “You mean like…a person made you feel…special.”
“Stop talking like that!” Toph shouted. “Just…just forget it!”
“No wait, hold on…” Katara grabbed Toph’s shoulder before she took off. “Okay, so maybe I’ve felt that way before.”
“How’d you make it stop?”
“I…well…I didn’t. I like the way it makes me feel.” She cleared her throat, “Made. Made me feel.”
“But…it kinda hurts.”
“Does it hurt the further you’re away from them?”
“Yeah.”
“Then maybe try to get closer to them.” Katara sighed, “We’re going to be here for a bit. You might as well enjoy it while you get the chance.”
“How do you show someone you like them?” Toph asked.
“Well,” Katara blinked, “There’s hugging and…other stuff.”
“Like a blowie?”
Katara nearly choked. “Where did you hear that?”
“Some of my maids at my house.”
“Maids, right.” Katara sighed, “They shouldn’t have said that around you. That’s…for when you’re older.” Katara said.
“How much older?”
“When I’m ninety.”
“C’mon!”
“No.”
“Then I’ll tell Aang you almost drowned Momo.”
“What?” Katara’s face flushed, “No I…I didn’t…it was an accident. How do you know about…” She groaned. “Fine.” She leaned down to Toph’s ear, “A blowie is when…”
Toph’s unseeing eyes grew. “But how does that work?”
Katara whispered some more.
“And that feels good?”
More whispering.
“So how would I do it?”
“I…I don’t know.” Katara pulled back, blushing. “That’s all I learned from Suki. Okay? But you can never do it. Not until your one hundred.”
“C’mon, there has to be more!”
“No.” Katara’s voice lightened, “But if you want to chat about girl stuff, I’m more than happy to…”
“I’ve gotta go.” Toph slid open the door and stepped out, leaving Katara behind.
She didn’t need to visually see his expression to know he was surprised when she knocked at his door. It was hours before their appointed meeting time in the park. She felt his heart jump, sensed his demeanor change, and immediately she felt nervous. Butterflies flooded her stomach and rose into her chest. Before he even opened his mouth, she was readying to launch herself up and away.
“Bandit.” He stood over her. “What are you doing here?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “How do you know where I live?” His awkwardness would’ve been adorable if the implication of stalking weren’t such an issue. But then again, it’s exactly what she’d done.
“I, um…it’s actually really funny…I…” Think of something. Anything. Just something that isn’t stalking. “I stalked you.”
“Oh.” He fidgeted, “Can I ask why?”
“Well…” she dug her foot into the dirt, turning her head towards the ground, “…when we met earlier today I thought…there was…something?”
Don’t ask what.
“Something what?”
“Something…like…special?”
He sighed, “Bandit.”
“Toph. My real name is Toph.”
“Toph, how old are you?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because it does.” He straightened his shoulders, “I’m pushing thirty and you’re…young. I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I’m very flattered, and you’re cute, but whatever you came here looking for I can’t offer it to you. Understand?”
“I’m not some kid.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Yeah, but-but…” she screwed her face up into a pout. “You just don’t like me because I’m me, is that it? Is it because I’m not girly enough for you?” She’d never cared about being feminine before, but with clothes like his and his ability to own a house in the Upper Ring, he must’ve wanted some dainty wallflower to be his wife. Some model or bashful beauty who would demurely stand behind him. Nothing like her. His heart would go to waste.
How could I be so stupid? Toph thought. Of course, he would choose someone like Katara over me. They always pick people like her. Sokka won’t stop talking about Suki. Aang and Katara are obvious. It’s not fair! Why can’t someone like me for me? She screwed her face up. Heck with that!
Toph stomped her foot and the earth beneath him knocked him backwards. The floor of his extravagant home molded and shaped into whatever it was Toph wanted. Her arms raised above her head as she carved a large armchair from the bedrock itself, forcing it up through his floorboards and sending splinters flying. His house was expensive and nice, at one point. Now it shook beneath Toph wrath as she bashed bookshelves over and through furniture aside as she made her move.
He struggled, but didn’t scream, pulling against the clay cuffs wrapping themselves around his wrists. She tried not to feel proud of herself as she took down the nonbender, but there was some satisfaction in knowing that she’d overpowered a man his size. Some twisted sense of empowerment, the ability to enforce her will over another. It was intoxicating, but it was also confusing. While she liked power in general, she almost would’ve preferred to be on the receiving end of it. But no, she needed to prove herself to him before she could even dwell on those hidden desires.
“Toph, stop this.” He said, calmly but authoritatively, “I mean it. Stop. Right now.”
“Make me.” She sneered, “Oh, that’s right, you can’t. You’re not my father and I’m not such a little girl now, am I?”
“How so?” He asked, “As far as I can tell, this is you throwing a tantrum over not getting what you want.”
“Stop saying that!” She stomped her foot again, two bindings snapped around his ankles and pulled his legs apart. “I’m not a little kid! And I’ll prove it to you!” She strode up to him, her senses telling her his heart had begun beating faster, so fast she could see his pained expression and the struggle he was currently going through. Because while his mouth said no, there was another part of him that told a very different story. “At least something about you is honest.” She grabbed the waistline of his pants, tugging at them playfully. “What should I do to someone who won’t tell me the truth?” She yanked his pants down, pulling open his undergarments. Like she’d felt earlier, he was big. Very big. Bigger than she knew what to do with. But she had to try.
“Toph, please…” he winced.
She sensed the pulses running through it, felt the blood pumping. He was aching for her, his heart thundered rapidly, and his muscles tightened as he tried to pull himself free.
“Please what? Please more?” Her little hand tested the swollen tip, running her finger around the top where a sleeve of skin clung around his member. He stiffened, and she giggled in delight. “Please take me in your mouth, Toph,” she mocked him, “I can’t even touch it myself. You’re my only hope.” She traced her small fingers down his length until she came to his heavy balls. “And what are these?” She said, “If I really was a little girl, I wouldn’t know what these are. Right?” Her eyebrows narrowed, “I can sense everything around me at every time of day. You think I haven’t felt people having sex before? I know what goes where and what can make a man really squirm.”
She was bluffing, just a little, she knew what sex was and had technically seen it a few times through walls of her own home. Those maids had kept her father very busy. But it’d always been hazy and hard to make out, which was why she’d asked Katara about blowies. With people mashed together in such a different way, it was difficult to discern what part was going where. But she understood it enough now. And she was going to use everything she learned on him.
Sticking her little pink tongue out, she dragged it up his length, making sure to wad up enough spit so it would go smoothly. His heart raced faster and his cock jerked beneath her touch. But she didn’t pause to giggle, even as much as she’d like to. She stopped just short of his tip, feeling the warmth of his skin. He was salty, his taste was earthy, and she liked that.
Breathing in his manly musk, she snuffled around his rod and pressed her nose between his balls. Not knowing what else to do, she began peppering little kisses up and down his clementine sized testicles, her soft lips nestled in his hair. She loved his smell, both from his balls and his cock, it was sour but with a hint of something that she could only classify as man. Strong, healthy, maleness. She kissed up and down, and even though the flavor wasn’t something she was particular too, it felt dirty knowing she now knew the taste of a man.
But when she didn’t hear him grunt or moan, something inside her changed. Was she doing a good job? Was she making a fool of herself, trying to act all grown-up when in reality she was still an inexperienced little girl? Toph slipped her tongue back in her mouth, maybe she’d made a mistake. Maybe she was just a stupid little kid after all.
“You were doing good.”
“What?”
“You were doing really good.”
“Really?” She beamed, then hid her smile. “I mean, yeah, of course I was.”
“We don’t have to go any farther.”
“No, I want to.” Toph persisted, she could still sense the blood pumping through him and down to his cock. “Like I said, I’m not a little kid.”
“Mother forgive me,” he muttered, his head rolling back. “Okay. Do what you were doing again.”
Toph stuck her tongue out, holding it beneath his head. “Lyk thith?”
“Just like that but wriggle it around some more.”
She did as he asked, wiggling her tongue along the underside. He groaned and she did it faster, enjoying the way his heartbeat quickened. She was making him feel good, and that was all she ever wanted.
“Now…now up to the tip.” He grunted, “I might be a bit…dirty…sorry.”
“That’s fine. I like dirt.” She lifted her hand, showing the thin layer of dirt covering her palm. “I’m not clean either.” She licked around his tip, feeling his rubbery skin as she lathered his cock with her spit. He didn’t taste great here, either. But she wasn’t about to stop because of the flavor, she was here to make him feel good. To show how much she liked him as a person, and how much of a woman she could be for him. Even if it was for the short while they had left together. Before Team Avatar had to move on. She scrunched her eyes shut, that just meant she had to make this night even more special.
Her tongue tickled his slit, finding something sticking to the skin. It was a little chunky, almost greasy, Toph scooped it up with her tongue. It stuck to her teeth, and she tried to rub it off, fully discerning its flavor. It was extremely salty and bitter, but the more she tasted it the more it ingrained itself into her mind. This was him in his strongest essence. It was his heartbeat wrapped up into a little bit of waste.
When it came loose, she quickly swallowed it down. Gobbling it whole. More intrigued than before she slid her tongue beneath that fold of skin and began digging for extra. There wasn’t much, but the bits she did find were quickly devoured in a scrumptious smacking. As nervous as she was, focusing on earning her treat was distracting enough to make this so much easier.
He groaned, loudly, and gutturally. Not hiding his pleasure any longer. “Can…can you put it in?”
“In what?” Toph asked innocently, “I’m just a kid, remember? I don’t know anything.” Before she slowly circled his tip with her tongue.
“Toph…” he moaned.
“Say I’m a woman.”
“But you’re…”
“Fine then, I’m just a little kid who should probably go home before it gets too dark.”
“Wait!” He sighed, then whispered. “You’re a woman.”
“What?” She asked, smirking.
“You’re a woman.” He said, louder.
“And what do you want this woman to do?” Toph taunted.
“Suck…suck my cock.” His face burned.
“All you had to do was ask.” And then she wrapped her hot and hungry lips around his head and began suckling. His moans filled his house as Toph sucked on him with all her might, creating a powerful vacuum. Her cheeks hollowed, but her eyes watched his face as he writhed beneath her ministrations. His face was contorted in both agony and pleasure as she toyed with his slit with the tip of her tongue. “Oh…oh…like that…”
She smiled around his cock, enjoying the sounds she was drawing out from him. Her hands wrapped around his base and began pumping, hoping that this would pull even more of those delectable moans from his throat. To her satisfaction it did, his whole body tensed up as his groans echoed through the room.
“Toph…I’m going to…I’m going to…”
He’s going to cum! Toph’s eyes widened. Can I take it? Of course I can. I’m a woman. He called me one. Any woman can take it. I just need to get ready. Katara said they make lots.
He roared, his hips thrusting up into her mouth, jamming into the back of her throat. The first pulse filled her little maw completely, spilling past her lips. She wrapped her hands around his member, holding herself in place so as not to let him slip from her lips. She sealed her mouth around him, guzzling down his cream as best she could, but still it spurted out. More than Toph could swallow easily, her eyes watering as her cheeks ballooned with it and she struggled to keep it coming out of her nose. She came off, coughing and gagging as she swallowed. It went down thick and warm, and it didn’t taste any better than the rest of him, but she loved it.
His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling, and his heart was racing faster than she’d ever heard it before. It was so strong she could sense every hair on his chest, every vein in his body, even the cum rising from his dick and into her mouth. It was glorious, she’d never seen someone so clearly before.
Popping her mouth off his cockhead, Toph giggled and licked the cream from her lips. Grinning up at him, she felt his heart flutter. Was that love? Did he love her?
“Toph…” he breathed, and she waited for his next words with bated breath. “…that was fantastic.” He coughed uncomfortably, “Sorry for being backed up.”
Grinning, she kissed the tip of his cock and said, “It’s okay, I liked the taste because it’s you.” Her eyes still watered, with cum and drool on her chin. In that moment, she sensed his heart flutter. Nervously, she asked, “Did I do a good job?”
He nodded.
She blushed, and excitedly said, “Thanks Daddy!” Her face fell, and she desperately needed to bury her face. Diving down, she buried her face in his crotch, anything was better than him seeing her blush.
What did I say? I don’t even call my own father Daddy! What’s wrong with me? How could I have screwed up that badly? Now he thinks I’m even more of a freak than I am!
“It’s okay. You’re a good girl.” He said, his deep voice cutting through her thoughts. Toph perked up. Her face was still wet with his cream. “Such a good girl.”
Toph smiled. “You don’t think I’m weird?”
“We all have our own kinks.” He smiled down at her. “Yours is a daddy fetish, and… I think you’re mine.”
She blushed; she knew what that meant. It meant they were perfect for one another. She crawled up in his lap, maneuvering around his softening cock, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him on the mouth, and despite where it’d just been, he kissed her back. Her tongue was clumsy, licking at him like a puppy, but he didn’t complain.
“Maybe…you could pull my hair a little, next time? Daddy.” Toph asked, shyly.
“Next time? I’d like that. Sweetheart.”
She fell asleep on him, cuddled up in his lap as she rested her head on his chest. She had nice dreams that night, without nightmares of her father catching up with her or the Fire Nation advancing on her friends. She just had one dream, one long and very sticky dream that had her purring in her sleep. It was a good night.
Dating always proved a great difficulty; he desired to wine and dine her like a proper gentleman. But Toph wasn’t a proper lady, despite having been raised to become one. Besides her outward layer of dirt was a mind as filthy as mud. Even with her lack of experience, she was eager to try anything and everything her little heart desired. Anything to make his own pump harder and faster for her. She went to the seedy districts of the Lower Ring, sniffing out anything sexual she hadn’t yet known before. So many things she wanted to try, but still, he was a gentleman.
Eventually they reached a sort of compromise. She’d go with him to those fancy restaurants and then he’d give in to whatever demands she made of him. His favorite spot was a fancy foreign restaurant known as the Blooming Lotus. Toph humored him by dressing up in a beautiful evening gown and even washing her hair for the event.
Katara had helped, a little, she was still under the impression the little earthbender was running around with another boy her age. She kept reminding her not to scare him off, that she was still young, and that it was perfectly fine to take her time. She’d no idea Toph’s knowledge was quickly surpassing hers, as well as her libido and sexual experience. She’d given him five blowies since that night, then rimming, obviously leading up to foot stuff. All of it was initiated by her.
Was there a portion of her who thought this was wrong? No. Still, he was a self-conscious sort and was nervous about what others would think of them. She could easily be his daughter. She should’ve been annoyed, but they quickly found a back and forth that made her wet and his cock harden.
“Are you two ready to order?” A waitress in a flowing dress asked, her hair was done up in a tight bun and a thin layer of makeup covered her face. All the things Toph would’ve never noticed before, if not for her daddy’s heartbeat. “My name is Dow-Lin and I will be your server this evening.”
The Blooming Lotus was busy, with the staff bustling around with all sorts of savory smelling food. Glasses and plates clinked off one another, dozens of feet thundered across the floor, and so many different conversations were going on at once. She’d easily become lost in the stomping before she met her daddy, but now she’d grown accustomed to ignoring the feeling of the earth. Instead, she sensed how his strong heartbeat shot through the floor and lit everything up for her. It was like he was her new earth, beating only for her. And she loved that.
“Yes, I’ll have the seasoned duck turtle and a glass of sparkling Lychee nut.” He said, closing his menu.
“And you, Miss? Would you like to see our kid’s menu?”
“Kid?” Toph grit her teeth. But in some ways, she was right, Toph couldn’t read the menu even with his heartbeat battering the world around her. She didn’t even know why she was holding it in front of her face like she could read. But she couldn’t admit it either, she wouldn’t suffer the embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, young lady.” Dow-Lin smiled, and Toph wanted to rip her hair out. “We have Sea-Prune soup and even some imported Fire-Flakes if you’re not too hungry.”
I’m going to do it. Toph thought. I’m going to become a murderer.
“She’ll have the Earth Kingdom seasonal dish, whatever is the most fertile this year.” Her daddy said, “And I’m sure she’ll enjoy a cactus-ade. Right sweetie?”
“Right Daddy,” she sensed his cock twitch through his pants and grinned knowingly. He loved it when she called him that. She tried lifting her foot to play with him, but her legs were too short to reach across the table. Pouting, she waited for Dow-Lin to scamper off after taking their menus. As she leaned over to collect Toph’s, the young earthbender could sense her heartbeat through the floor and noticed it quickened when she looked at her daddy. Toph quickly knocked her glass of water over, splashing it on the woman’s clothes.
“My dress!” Dow-Lin called out.
“Oh no!” Toph exclaimed, holding her face. “I’m sorry, but as you can see, I’m very blind.” She waved her hand in front of her face, “And I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, honest.”
“It…it’s fine,” Dow-Lin nodded, “Let me just clean up and I’ll be right back to mop this up for you.” She left, leaving them both alone.
“Why’d you do that?” He leaned forward, hissing.
“She’s a whore.” Toph said. “She has it for you, bad.”
“Ridiculous.”
“I could feel her dripping on the floor.”
“Now you’re just being nasty.”
She smirked, “You want nasty?” Pushing her chair back, she slid beneath the tablecloth, out of sight. She crawled across the earth floor, still drying from an earlier mopping, and sensed where his seat was. The only reason she agreed to the Blooming Lotus was their aesthetic, it promised an all-natural architecture made from various forms of baked clay and sediment. It was essentially a playground made for her amusement. She crawled between his legs, sticking her head up into his lap until she was looking at his face, “I’ll show you nasty.”
“Toph…”
“Daddy…” she giggled, feeling him throb beneath her fingers. But she left his cock alone, instead crawling beneath his seat. With a gentle tap on the bottom, she bent the seat of his chair open and was quickly met with his trousers. Her mischievous grin turned into one of fascination as she reached for his waistband and began tugging them down. “Lift your big old butt.” She hissed.
“No.”
“Do it or I’ll scream.”
“You better not.”
“Help me, help me, my Daddy is making me do such filthy things to him.” Toph tittered, but only loud enough for him to hear. “My Daddy is sooo dirty, his pee pee is drooling right now.” Maybe this time he’d finally punish her for what she did, he’d done playful spanking before, but she wanted it hard. She loved it. But not even mooning him behind someone’s back brought out the animal inside him. Again, he was trying to be a gentleman.
“Toph…”
“Do it.”
He cleared his throat, acting like he was readjusting himself, just enough for Toph to yank his pants and underwear down to his thighs. She grinned, smelling his sweat from a hard day’s work at the office. Another caveat of their relationship, one he seemed to never understand, was he only showered when she said he could. It was still once a day, but usually only after their time in bed together. She liked the bit of earth on him, licking it from his toes and smelling the sweat from his body. Which was ironic because the dirtier she made him become, the cleaner she wanted to be for him. Katara nearly squeed when Toph asked about conditioner.
“Oh Daddy,” she leaned up, making sure her hot breath ran up his crack. She felt him shudder above her, his entire body must’ve been fighting against the urge to jump up and run away. She liked him skittish; she liked the way she played with his body like it was a toy. Her toy. With the tip of her tongue, she gently lapped up his snug hole. His wrinkled starfish puckering as she did so and clenching around her tongue. She giggled, he must love her kissing because he kissed her back. She felt him shiver, she felt him throb, she felt him drip.
“Oh, where’d your daughter go?”
Toph’s face scrunched up, the whore was back.
“She went to the little girl’s room.”
“I hope she didn’t get any water on herself.” Dow-Lin laughed.
Screw you lady, stop waving your ass around and scram. He’s mine. To accentuate her point, Toph jammed her tongue into her daddy’s anus and began wriggling around. She pressed her nose against his ass crack until it was flat against his behind, breathing in his earthy scent. Using her lips, she suckled around his bud and slurped. Thankfully, the rushing business was too busy for anyone to hear a little girl lapping at a man’s asshole.
Her man grunted, squirming above her.
“Is something wrong?” Dow-Lin asked.
“No, I’m just very hungry.” He patted his flat stomach.
“Oh, then we’ll get that food right out to you,” she said, “although, I can’t promise it’ll be as good as your wife’s cooking.”
Wife. Bah. Toph kept penetrating her daddy’s hole. Wait, is she fishing?
“Actually, I’m single.” He said.
Why would you say that? Toph doubled her efforts, feasting on his backdoor with renewed vigor.
“Oh, that must be hard on your daughter.”
“We make do.”
“Um, I normally don’t do this…”
So don’t!
“But I get off around midnight, if you’d want to talk about…any troubles you’re going through…”
That tears it!
Toph pulled her mouth away, a strand of spittle between them. Taking her finger, she jammed it into his ass and rubbed his prostate. Familiar enough with his body by now, she played with her toy. Pressing it over and over like it was a button to pump his cum out. And pump he did.
“Nggghh!” He groaned, his creamy seed spurting out of his cock and spraying the underside of the table. Every time she pressed against his rubbery gland, another pulse would shoot out of his cock and coat the table with his warm cum. She felt it dribble down onto her ankles and enjoyed the feeling of its warmth running down her legs.
“Are you okay?” Dow-Lin asked.
“I’m fine,” he quivered, cum from his cock leaking down the sides of his still throbbing member as Toph tried to milk more from him. She felt his heart quaking and knew she’d done a good job. Such a good job, she may even get a treat after dinner was done.
“Well…let me check on your order…” Dow-Lin stepped away, and Toph smiled, knowing she’d successfully scared the whore off.
Face smeared with his juices, Toph pulled his pants back over his behind and patted his bottom. Right before closing the seat of his chair back up, she asked, “Did Daddy enjoy his kisses?”
“That…was inappropriate.”
Her heart seized, had she gone too far?
“But really, really good.”
“Guess we won’t be needing any chocolate for dessert.” Toph smirked.
“Toph!” he replied sharply. But she only grinned back at him while licking her lips seductively. Wiping her chin, he could only chuckle and lean over to dab her face with a napkin.
“You won’t be having any dessert for a week, young lady.” He looked around, before leaning in, “But maybe you can have some for breakfast.”
She beamed; happy she’d made him feel good. But there was still a bit of emptiness inside her, something unfulfilled that she was still too afraid to share with him. What she’d done was dirty, but she wanted to be filthier. She just didn’t know how to ask.
Present Day:
Face pressed against the inside of a stall room door, Toph’s fingers busied themselves inside her inexperienced slit as she quietly mewled in rapturous pleasure. He hadn’t had a chance to touch her princess parts in several days and she was pent-up with so much tension she didn’t know what to do with it. Standing on the lid of the toilet seat, she jammed her fingers into her petite snatch, curling them to best reach her G spot. She quivered like a leaf, feeling herself rising to greater heights with every little wet twist. She could’ve cum whenever she wanted, but she was saving herself for him. She wanted to be a good girl. No, she wanted to be a dirty girl.
With droopy eyes, she smiled imagining what she’d want him to do to her. He was such a gentlemen, treating her like a flower, but she wanted to be punished. She wanted to be the one getting played with, and even though she enjoyed riling him up, sometimes she’d like to be the toy. They already had their first time a few days back, and he was so gentle then, but she wanted it rougher next time. Not because she could take it, but because it brought something out of her that made her feel alive.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.
He was nearing the bathrooms. Toph pulled up her pants and hopped off the rim. Pushing the door open, she didn’t bother peeking around the corner. She already knew it was empty. Hurrying toward the wall of urinals, she bent the stone wall open. Sneaking inside, she sealed the wall behind her and left no trace she was there. She’d practiced this earlier, climbing over pipes and ducking beneath braces. It was dusty and dirty within the wall, but she didn’t mind it, she’d rolled in mud before and this was nothing compared to a little dirt.
“Just a little closer,” she whispered to herself, ducking under a beam.
Thump-thump.
Dammit, he was so close now. She quickened her efforts, she just needed to get behind the urinal he always used. She smiled; he was such a strait-laced creature of habit. Except when she riled him up, then he let himself go. Just like he would be doing soon. She wasn’t sure if he’d like this surprise, and she was a little nervous when she drummed the whole idea up. But she was feeling especially filthy today.
Scooting behind his urinal, she sensed him opening the door to the public restroom. He’d just come back from work, always stopping here to relieve himself after a hard day. He marched up to the stall, she already could tell his buckle was loosening. Right when he stepped up to the urinal, she bent it open just enough for her head to stick out. For the first time, she felt completely exposed and nervous. Moreso than when she bore everything earlier in the week. This went beyond sex; this was a kink she wasn’t certain he’d be into. She wasn’t even sure he’d ever want to see her again after doing something so vile. But she couldn’t hide this part of herself forever.
“Toph.” He started. “What are you doing.”
“I’m-I’m…” she swallowed the growing lump in her throat, “I’m trying to be good for you, Daddy.” She opened her little mouth, waiting for his response. Her chin trembled and her eyes shut tight, her tiny heart raced as she showed him who she truly was. Not a beautiful little girl, but someone with dirty needs and desires, more than simple ass eating. She wanted to be used like an object, like a toilet. She only hoped she hadn’t gone too far too fast.
She felt him open the front of his pants. “Well then, get to it.”
Her heart skipped a beat, he still loved her. Taking the initiative, she leaned forward and snagged his waistband of his undergarments with her white teeth. Tugging gently, she dragged them down his thighs and struggled to pull them over the growing bulge. She lost her grip, his waistband snapping back into place, and she burned with humiliation. This’d been her idea and she was failing already.
“Let me help you, baby.” Using only his thumbs, he pulled the underwear over his member. It sprung out, pulsing with energy for her. He was large, his heavy balls were big as tarts. They were filled with his seed, the same seed she lathered herself in after their first night together. Toph’s hair brushed his cockhead, pressed up against her skin, he was so warm.
Drawing back into the urinal, Toph patiently waited for whatever came next. She hadn’t thought this far ahead and didn’t know how to proceed from here. Her unseeing eyes blinked up, expectantly. Through the thumping of his heart, she sensed his fingers wrap around the thick base of his cock. The rubbery head gently grazed her lips, and she tenderly kissed it. Using it as you would a tube of lipstick, he wiped it over her face, leaving smears of gooey smegma. He chuckled, tracing his cock over her little lips.
His piss hole held against her nose, and she felt the heat radiating from him. He was musky with the scent of man, not horribly dirty, but not clean either. Timidly, she’d requested he’d stop cleaning his cock for days at a time, a hint at what was to come. She loved peeling his concentrated essence off with her tongue, perpetually dirty for her hungry mouth. Lately it’d become her favorite tasty snack.
Letting loose a grunt, his cock swelled, she sensed it bubbling up inside him before it trickled down her lips. Opening her sweet mouth, she held her tongue out, collecting the frothy hot piss. Though it started out weak, she knew there was nothing weak about him, and waited with certainty it would grow stronger. Steamy liquid burst from his cock and sprayed her face. Holding still, he began to direct the flow, painting her youthful features with his waste. Piss weighed down her dark hair, up her nose, spattering her eyelids, before it settled on her hungry mouth.
“Keep it open for Daddy,” he said kindly, her throat bulging with every gulp. He smelled so strongly, a day of nothing but coffee and tea would do that to anyone. It reeked more than her own and tasted worse than hers as well. Unashamed of admitting she’d tasted her own piss, Toph was used to the saltiness. She certainly didn’t expect it to taste like cactus juice. But his was foul, she’d doubted he’d drank a drip of fresh water today, she could’ve creamed then and there.
As he began to fill her belly, she squirmed behind the wall. Her hands had found their way into her shorts, gently playing with her folds as her darker dreams came true. She could feel her tummy swell, warm and filling, and she couldn’t help herself. She needed to cum, after finally getting what she’d been too afraid to ask for, she was ready to give into this taboo and filthy pleasure.
“Stop.” He said, “Daddy didn’t say you could touch yourself, did he?”
How did he know? But then again… Internally, she smiled. He’s finally treating me the way I want him to!
Gargling around his swill, she sputtered out, “Ogay ‘addy.” With a reluctant whimper, she tugged her hands away, reaching around to rest them on her plump ass.
“That’s my girl.” He sighed, letting out a strong and powerful burst of piss. It hit the back of her throat like a kick from a mule, sending her into a coughing fit. She choked, gagging on his stream, the amber waste cascading off her flesh and dripping down her chin. She blinked open for only a second, but a second was all it took for the spray to blast her eyes. She squealed, even when she couldn’t see, it still burned harder than any dirt.
“Toph!”
I’m not letting this ruin my moment!
Despite the gagging, despite the burning, Toph’s mouth found his cock and wrapped her little lips around it. She sucked hard, her cheeks caving as she guzzled down his piss while tonguing the head like a whore. His concern devolved into low grunts and moans, his body twisting with every flick she gave his tip. Drinking him down, she suckled like a good little girl on her daddy’s rod. Making sure to massage his frenulum with strong firm strokes. Even after his stream dried up, she continued to draw him deeper into her mouth as she fought to coax out some of his salty cream.
“Toph…I can’t…I’m too sensitive.”
You will.
With a gentle humming, she sent shivers through his length and quivers up his spine. He groaned, thrusting forward and burying as much as he could inside her throat. More than ready for him, she opened wide and swallowed him down like a trained professional. Her tight canal massaging his bulbous head, squeezing the tip in the most pleasurable way.
His moans shook the walls of the bathroom, shaking the earth itself as his heart raced. Cum surged out of his dick and flowed into her mouth like a dam bursting open. Gulping down his hot seed, her throat drowned in his cream and filled her belly. Cum mingled with piss to make a gloppy soup in her tummy, and her stomach churned in either distress or euphoria.
Only when he’d emptied his balls, did he plop from her mouth and let it droop between his legs. Toph gave one last healthy swallow, downing a mixture of waste and seed. Prying open her sore jaw, she stuck her little tongue out as proof she’d taken everything he’d been kind enough to offer her. “Delicious.” She rasped, her throat battered and used.
“You did a very good job,” he said, stroking her hair, despite it still being wet. “Daddy is very proud.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Toph nuzzled his hand, feeling the warmth from his fingertips.
“Now, you’re going to go home while I wash up.” He hoisted his clothes back over his package
“Can I wash up with you?” Toph nibbled her lower lip.
“Did I say you could?”
Toph’s hand slinked back to her mound.
“Did I say you could do that, either?”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Now go home. We’ll discuss your punishment later.
Bending out of the wall, she teetered forwards, rubbing her throat to relax it as best she could. Her daddy went to the sink, washing his hands as she carried on. He didn’t look at her while she made her way to the door, not even a word of goodbye. Feeling used, Toph slunk out of the bathroom and into the bustling streets outside. She was a cumrag, thrown into the trash and forgotten about with all the other little tissues.
It was everything she’d wanted.
Should she wait for him on her knees or face the wall with her bottom bare for him? Would he spank her for real this time? Or maybe just fuck her face? Or both? She’d love both. She craved both.
A man walked past her, staring down at the little girl who exited the men’s room. Toph, still wet and smelling sour, beamed at him before sticking out her tongue. A little pile of smegma stood out on her pink organ, before she sucked it back in with a mischievous grin. Before he could say anything, she ran off into the city, giggling like the dirty little girl she was.