Why banter? Well, I was looking for a word. One that would describe how Daddy and I were talking with each other last night. He wanted me to suck his cock. He had mentioned it while we were watching a movie. Afterwards, we were snuggling on the bed and I had my hand on his cock. Stroking it. Feeling it grow from softness to hardness in my hand. I love feeling it grow. He was teasing me. I must ask for permission to suck his cock. For some reason, I resist having to ask. Last night, it was intentional resistance. I wanted to push him. I felt a little bratty. I try to resist the desire to be outright bratty but sometimes I do like to play with him. I test the waters, so to speak. Recently, I’ve wondered about disobedience and if that can be an intensity builder. But, I digress.
“What are you doing there baby girl?” I had been caressing him and I purposefully put my hand on his cock.
“I’m touching your cock Daddy.”
“No baby girl, that is your cock.” We’ve been going back and forth with pronouns lately. He owns all my parts, they belong to him, they are his ass and his pussy, etc. So, his cock being mine is reciprocal. Except that it just continually trips up my language to his utter entertainment.
“Yes, Daddy. My cock.” My hand swirled around the shaft, feeling it grow and thicken.
“What do you want to do with your cock? Well, he damned well knew I wanted to suck it but I was contemplating how much of an annoyance I wanted to be at that moment.
“Well, I want to do several things to it Daddy.”
He placed a thumb under my chin to force me to look up at him. His lips met mine. Then his index finger caressed the top of my tongue. He takes possession of my mouth this way and suddenly he has my undivided attention. His finger went all the way down my throat and hooked onto the back of my tongue making me wince and cough. I was trapped. His lips kissed my cheek near my ear.
“You will get up, take off your clothes and get on top of me. Do you understand?” I nodded. So much for my silly games. He changed direction completely. I got up off the bed and stripped off my clothes. Naked, I returned to the bed and knelt near his waist. I threw a leg over him and as I was mounting him, he got out the Hitachi vibrator. I have such a love hate relationship with that piece of equipment. He brings me to orgasm with it so I love it but I have no control over it and I don’t always feel prepared for the level of intensity it provides. I know he loves it for just the same reasons I hate it.
He put the wand in between our bodies so the head was right on my clit and turned it on. Then he said, “Move.” I had already put his cock up inside me so now I began to move on top of him. Slowly I found a rhythm and began to fuck his cock. The sensation of the vibrator on me while I worked his cock in and out was amazing. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to orgasm for him. I did not feel the tightening in my gut that I usually feel when an orgasm is coming. He kept me on top of him, fucking him and at some point he turned the speed up on the vibrator. That insane level of vibration should just push me right over the edge but it wasn’t. Something must have shown on my face because he pulled me to him.
“Stop stressing. Stop chasing the orgasm. Don’t stress. Hear me?” I nodded and realized then that I was wound really tight trying to give him what he wanted. I don’t know why that happens. Sometimes, things are just slightly off for me and if I don’t feel my body perform for him then I start to get stressed. I’ve never faked it, I never saw the point. Plus, I’m a horrible actress. Daddy specifically told me never to fake it with him so I never would. He has chosen to help me with this so I try my best not to let any of it get me twisted. But I guess, right then, I had.
“Get down baby girl.” He turned me over on my side and I slipped off him. He pointed to the bed. “Face down in the middle of the bed.” I obeyed. The next thing I felt was the big flogger making contact with my ass cheeks. It was heavy and I felt my ass cheeks bounce up as the impact ran across my flesh. He landed a couple strikes on one cheek and then the other. I squirmed as the falls connected with my skin. I had not expected a flogging. The falls struck my lower back and then my ass again. He draped the flogger across my back. The weight of it pinned me down while I felt his face push into my ass. Then his tongue thrust into my asshole with a warm wetness that was in such contrast to the hard hits of the flogger. I moaned out in pure pleasure. It was amazing and decadent. I love when he does that.
After the sweet torture of multiple rounds of flogger vs. tongue, he told me to lie flat and lift my ass in the air. From this angle, he put his legs on either side of mine and mounted me. His cock pushed in between my closed legs and into my tightly held pussy. In this position, his legs force mine closed and he braces himself by putting his hands on my shoulders. With his body pressing mine into the bed, I am trapped and in for a ride. His hands hold me down and he fucks me while I’m under his weight.
At some point, we flipped to me on my side. He loves this position because it gives him access to my ass. The last time we were together, he had wanted to have anal sex and I begged out of it. It was our mid-week night together and I was having a bad work week. I just couldn’t get my head off the day and relaxed. So, now, he teased my ass again with that still hanging in the air.
“Girl, you will be giving me your ass soon. Not tonight but very soon.”
“Yes Daddy. I will…I want to.” With him being so girthy, it takes time and it takes me being in a good mental place to do it. I love giving him that. I love that I’m the only person who has. And, I really love anal sex. It does something to me. It brings out the visceral, the animal. I make the oddest animal noises when he plays with my ass or fucks me there. It’s very, very intense for me.
He bent my leg up and entered me from behind. As he did that I could feel drops of lube on my asshole. I knew what came next. His finger pushed inside my ass. I gripped the bed sheets with my hands. Initially, it is always uncomfortable but soon the pleasure outpaces that. I moaned. I cried out. He pushed his finger into me again.
His cock pushed in again then his finger repeated the stroke in my backside. I was moaning consistently now. I simply can’t control it. He was talking to me. “Girl you are in my head. You have been from the very beginning.”
I know I was talking to him. He winds me up and then I’m in some trance and I beg him, I talk to him in some trance-like state. “Yes Daddy, fuck me. God, yes, please. My ass is yours. Take it. Take my ass. You will have it. I’m yours.” I don’t know what more I say or how. Maybe he can understand or maybe not. I have no idea. I’m twisting for him by then. At some point, I hear him yell and I feel his body shaking as he orgasms. God, I love that.