Marathon Sex – Part III

“You are going to calm down and then you will worship Daddy’s cock. Do you want to do that?”  Oh god, I had no idea at that point.

I nodded yes. “Yes, Daddy.” The good girl is ingrained.  My service is certain.  My mind and body would catch up…hopefully.

“I’ve leaked all over the floor. Look what you’ve done to me.” He took a finger with a big glob of his pre-come on it and put it on my lips.  I licked it timidly at first, still panting from my orgasm.  Then I tasted him and felt his thick finger in my mouth and sucked it voraciously.  Yes, I wanted my mouth on him. He lay on the bed and I knelt between his legs.  My breath still labored.  I licked his cock.  It was slow and steady licking, up and down the shaft until I could breathe again.  Then I began to suck his cock into my mouth.  I savored the feel and taste of him. I pushed my mouth all the way down his shaft.  I know how he loves feeling his cock in the depths of my throat.  He says he can feel a ridge and a constriction when the head pops into the canal.  I feel different things in each position.  In between his legs is the best for me or on my knees.  Both ways I can get him deeper than any other position. As I pushed down I sucked him deep into my throat.  I could feel how my jaw had been pounded by the face fucking earlier.  I could feel a tightness and tiredness there.  That was new.  I pushed past it and sucked on the head of his cock.  Daddy says men love deep throat because it strokes the tip and the base at the same time so I practice moving my throat muscles and my lips to caress him completely.

While I did this, Daddy took out his computer. “I’m going to give you my come to swallow little girl. Do you want that?” I nodded, face full of cock.  Yes, I wanted to swallow his come.  “My little come bucket. Mmm.”  He turned on porn and I continued sucking him.  Why does being humiliated verbally work to incite me so thoroughly?  Is it just the way he does it?  Is it that it puts me in a deeper place of submission and service?  I don’t know but I do know beyond any doubt that his objectifying me like that turns me the fuck on.  The sounds of the porn in the background made me wet and I doubled my efforts at sucking him.  Sexual sounds really do a number on me.  He took over several times and stroked his cock while I waited between his legs.  Finally, he said, “Take it, take my come!” and shoved his cock deep in my mouth spurting his load into my throat.  I swallowed and swallowed.  He had a lot to give. It had been a long week.

Afterwards, we were resting and talking. I was really surprised he had gotten so much out of me that night.  Even on a weeknight with crap on my mind he can get me out of my head and play.  As we were talking he wanted to show me the porn he had watched.  I was completely sated and didn’t feel anything watching the porn.  It was definitely one I would get off watching.  It was two girls and a guy.  That’s one of my favorite scenes and both the women were really hot.  But I was done.  Then I remembered that Daddy had this scene of a woman getting fucked by several fucking machines.  She was a squirter and made such great noises and facial expressions when she came.  I said I wanted to see it again sometime so he got it out right then.  I really wanted to go to bed but he put her on anyway.

As I watched this woman get fucked and heard the noises she made, I began to get turned on all over again. She is so hot and she takes so many different sizes for so long.  After a while she is in a fever of fucking need.  Each time she squirted she’d grab the dildo and shove it right back inside herself.  I feel that way with Daddy sometimes.  When porn can make you feel something you already know, something that makes you hot…it works.  Daddy looked over at me, “You’re getting turned on.” He said, surprised.  He kissed me then and we began all over again.  He flipped me over and mounted me.  He fucked me hard and fast.  I was on fire so fast.  My whole body and mind was at once soaked with the need of him.  He fucked, I responded.  The day, the stress, everything was gone.  All I felt and saw and knew was him.  His cock, his heat, his body, his sex.  He lit me up like Times Square.  I moaned, I cried out, I begged and pleaded for him to keep fucking me.  It was lightning hot.  I lost all control and soon I heard him yell and felt his come blast into me hot and thick.  Fuck, that was good.

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