Daddy and I were home alone on a weekend. He was leaving on a plane the next day and the separation loomed in front of us.
I told him I wanted to get drunk and massage him. He was amenable to the idea. Not that I need to be drunk to give a massage. I always love touching him. But there is a place I can slip into with just a slight buzz. A physical, sexual place where I can close my eyes and just feel. It is somethig akin to subspace, a different level of consciousness.
We had a drink and Daddy was smoking a cigar. We were out on our patio enjoying each other. I felt too far from him sitting in the other chair and took the cushion from mine, putting it between his knees on the concrete. I knelt before him and wrapped my arms around his belly. My safe place. My rightful place in this world, at his feet.
I felt so many emotions there close to him. I felt love and heat. I felt the fear of losing him in this move. I felt submissive and I wanted to have his cock in my mouth. All these desires and feelings and fear fought to overwhelm me. Yet I looked up to him when beckoned.
“Mine.” He said. Claiming what is his.
“Yes Daddy, yours.” I smiled with the heat of my love apparent.
“What do you want baby girl?”
“May I suck your cock Daddy?” I needed him.
“Yes, you may but first I want you to go put in the medium plug.” I nodded and rose from my position. I went to our bathroom and applied lube to the medium anal plug. I knelt at the sink and inserted it slowly. I felt it stretch me wide then it was in.
I returned to Daddy and knelt again at his feet. He pulled down his shorts as I knelt further down. I rolled my tongue around his already growing girth. That’s what I love, what I needed. I lost myself in the taste, the smell, the texture of him in my mouth. I pulled him all the way into the back of my throat. I sucked him until I gagged for air then I pulled back. I looked up at him with a mouthful of cock. We made eye contact. I feel vulnerable, so incredibly vulnerable like that but I forced myself to look up to him, to be seen in the act of pleasing him.
Little did I know that he had taken pictures of me right before. He showed them to me later. I looked entranced. I really loved the pictures actually.
After a while I pulled back to catch my breath. “Do you want to a beating baby girl?” I nodded yes. I desperately needed one. “Then rise and go inside.”
He knows what I need even when I don’t.