Daddy’s Girl

On the drive back to his place, Daddy had my tits out and was squeezing them so hard, I knew I’d bruise.  When he slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers found my sopping wet pussy.  “You’re so wet, baby girl” he’d commented without ever taking his eyes off the road.  “What were you thinking about during dinner?”

bare breastI squirmed a little in my seat before answering, “I was thinking about fucking you.”

Daddy smiled and as we stopped at a red light, he turned to face me.  “You’ve been such a bad girl,” he said, pulling me into a kiss.

When we got to his place, he ordered me to his bed, and I sat there naked and waiting.  His penchant for rough play was exactly what I was looking for.  My tits were already sore, and I was expecting more of his attention.  When he closed his hands around my boobs and squeezed, his fingers digging into my flesh, I moaned and felt my mind shift.  A lot of people call it “subspace,” I always think of it as letting go. I let go of anxiety and analysis.  I just feel and I want to make Daddy happy.

I gazed up at him, biting my lip and moaning as he mashed my flesh.  “Do you see what you did?” he asked, taking his hands from me, and unzipping his pants.

I licked my lips looking at his long, hard cock.  I nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

He stroked his cock, “What are you going to do about it?”

I grinned, “I’m going to suck your cock, Daddy.”

cuteDaddy smiled at me, as he wrapped my hair around his fist.  He tugged me over to him, and I wrapped my lips around his cock as he stood in front of me.

“I like you on your knees” He growled at me, pulling my hair to move my head up and down his shaft.

I nodded, because I wasn’t about to stop sucking his cock to respond.  I kept sucking, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue wrapping around the head.  I sucked harder on the head of his cock and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.

“Good girl,” Daddy moaned.  “Jack my cock off into your mouth.”

I felt his cock stiffen even more, and knew he would be close to coming.  I synchronized my hand and my mouth, wanting to taste him.

“You’re going to drink my come” Daddy groaned, tightening his hold on my hair, but not changing my movement, so I knew that he was happy with my performance and close to coming.  “When I come, don’t stop” he said, his voice tight.

I felt his cock twitch just before his cum flooded my mouth.  I swallowed as I kept trying to bob my head.  His grip on my hair loosened as he rocked his hips forward. “Good baby girl,” he whispered. I licked him clean and he released my hair.  I sat back on my heels, and watched him catch his breath.  After a pause, he climbed onto the bed with me.

sleepingHis fingers found my dripping pussy, plunging into me. “Does my slut want to come?” he asked watching my face. I shivered at his words; we’d talked about names, but he’d never called me “slut” before.  Hearing it made even hotter.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Your slut wants to come for you.”

He smiled down at me, his fingers still fucking me.  We could both hear the wet sounds my pussy made.  “Good slut,” he shifted his fingers, his thumb finding my clit.  He rubbed at me fiercely, and I jerked my hips up.

I wasn’t sure if he felt the moment my pussy spasmed as I came, but I found my voice.  “Oh Daddy, I’m coming for you.”

“Good slut,” he smiled, and kept his fingers moving.  “But you aren’t finished yet.”

Masturbation Monday: Where getting off is half the fun



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