Welcome Home

Our first night in our new home together was crazy busy and full of family.  My family was out from another state and all staying at my place.  We were set to move Mr. D’s belongings in the next day but today we were all enjoying family time.  The boys golfed and the girls had all the kids at the pool for the day. When everyone returned we had a barbecue.  It was fun, food and laughter all day. Finally all the family got on the road and we were left alone in our new home together.  Our place from now on.  Daddy would spend all his future days with me.  I felt so happy and yet so tired from the day.  

We got into our bed and both breathed a sigh of relief.  Finally, we could relax.  I didn’t expect sex that night, we were both exhausted.  We talked and snuggled.  At some point Daddy started playing with my nipple.  I felt a zing of electricity immediately from my nipple directly to my clit.  Suddenly, I wanted him and badly.  His mouth replaced his hand and began to suck my tiny rosette.  His fingers were caressing my chest and my belly, it was so tantalizing.  He sent chills all over my body with that feather touch.  

He moved between my legs and told me,”Spread her open.” As I held my sex open he did something new.  To follow the feather light touches on my skin he used feathery traces with his tongue on my sex.  Very soon I was close to exploding. I was panting and moaning, I couldn’t help myself.  This sensation he created inside me was fervent and undeniable.  

He climbed up my body like a mountaineer.  His lips wet with my juices, he kissed me with all his raw naked need.  I shared my own passion in that kiss.  Vulnerable and laid bare before him, I gave him all my desperate hunger in that kiss. 

“You are my dirty whore, aren’t you?”  I nodded and held onto him as his words sent sizzling fire through me.  Yes, I was his whore. I’d be anything and everything for him.

His cock was poised at my slit.  It absolutely twists me when he hesitates.  My breath caught in my throat with the waiting.  Then he thrust deep and buried himself inside me.  It was a joining like no other.  He fills me perfectly so that  we are one.  

As he began to fuck me he put his hand on my neck.  His grip is so strong, he has me completely in his control.  My eyes glaze over and I drift away into a place where he is my center.  His grip on me, his control over me are my world.  All I could sense and feel was his iron grip taking my air and his iron cock pummeling my soft wet pussy. 

His raspy voice full of power filled my ears.  “You are mine whore. Your sex is mine.  Your breath is mine.  You belong to me! You are mine forever now.”

He picked up the speed but let a little air back into my lungs at the same time.  He continued but in a voice full of admission, “And I am yours. I belong to you.”  His body stiffened and he came hard, thrusting his cock and his seed deep inside me.  As he slowed his hand released my neck and his throaty whisper touched me, “Welcome home baby girl.”

Mr. D’s telling.

Marathon Sex – Part I

Thursday was a hectic day.  My schedule was frantic until I had to drive up to Mr. D’s.  I do my best to dress for Mr. D when I’m arriving to see him.  I showered, shaved and chose lingerie he’d appreciate.  This night it was a soft grey padded bra and a pair of black lace thong panties.  I wore a very tight black dress.  It is called an envelope dress.  Both sides fold over the middle so that it has a V neck on top showing my cleavage and a V slit at the hem showing off my legs and thighs.  I haven’t worn the dress because it’s too tight but I knew Daddy would love it.  When I’m dressing for him and have no need to wear a dress for long, the choices are different.   The dress rose higher and higher on my thighs as I walked from the car to his place.  When I entered his room, he was freshly showered and had little on.  I greeted him and came over for him to see how I was dressed for him.  He loved it.

“Turn around.  Slowly.” I turned while his eyes raped me and his hands caressed the fabric and my curves in concert.  He nodded. “I like. You’ve never worn this dress for me before.”  I agreed.  “You look amazing in it.” I smiled. “Turn and bend over the chair.” I put my hands on the armrests of his big chair.  His hands stroked my ass and pushed the dress up over my hips.  “Mmm, nice.” His hands touched the lace of the black thong panties. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them.  He was sitting directly behind me on the bed while his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy.  I moaned.  It had been a long week without him.

“I want you to bend all the way over the chair.  Hands on the armrests.” I did as asked and felt him position me over his hard cock.  “Now, come down on top of me.” I realized he was trying a new position.  With him sitting on the bed and my arms on the chair, all I had to do was push back and down spearing myself on his cock.  I realized right away that this position was perfect for us.  I moved up and down riding his cock and getting used to the position.  I loved it.  I gripped the chair as I lowered myself and I pushed back up with my legs.  He thrust deeper inside of me than I expected possible in that position.  It was so hot.  An added benefit was that no weight was on my weak wrist.  He thinks through things, figures them out.  He’s a very creative Dom.

After fucking in that position he turned me around, grabbing my neck and trapping me with his dominion.  He kissed me slowly, softly, and then fiercely.  You can’t imagine, until you are in that position, what a rush it is to have someone dominate you like that.  He sets my blood to boiling.  He doesn’t cut off my air but still my breathing becomes labored.  My adrenaline rushes instantly and I feel trapped, alive, jittery, wet, and completely in his control.  At the base level, it is a showing of his physical power over me.  He could crush me.  The power is so palpable.  It is so addicting.  I want it so much.  I fantasize about him, I ache for him, I need a deeper, more intense word than ache or crave…the need for it is that strong.  I can’t go without it now. When we go too long without this type of visceral connection, my existence fades to a more dull grey palette.  He grips me, he uses his will over me and all the colors pop, all my nerve endings sizzle.  It is truly the most incredible drug.

With his hand on my neck he said, “You will strip off this dress and kneel for me properly.” He released me and I struggled to catch my breath.  As he sat in his chair, I stood before him and lifted the dress over my head.  He caressed the bra while I set the dress aside.  I removed the bra and moved to where I could kneel.  Naked, I knelt with my hands behind my back and eyes down.  But I heard no movement and looked over to him in the chair.  “You are beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you Daddy.” I whispered.  He fills me so much with emotion, words are too fragile to escape me sometimes.

“Eyes down.” I lowered my eyes and he rose to stand before me.  He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look up into his eyes.  I felt so vulnerable before him, as if he saw right into the most secret part of me.  My naked submission was laid bare before him. “I’m going to face fuck you slut and you’re going to take it all.”  I nodded.  He held his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to his cock.  I opened my mouth wide and he pushed inside.  He was so engorged.  His girth filled my mouth.  I tasted our juices on him. I got his whole length wet and then he began to fuck me.  My mouth held wide, my teeth grinding into my tongue as his cock pummeled the back of my throat.  He uttered guttural sounds as he pulled out to give me a quick breath then he was back to pounding my throat again.  I was buried under him, assaulted by his cock, held by his hands on the back of my head.  I slobbered on him, felt the wet mess at the base of his cock slap my cheeks and lips each time he thrust into me.  I moaned, my tongue hurt but I opened wider each time to take him in, to take the face fucking like a good girl. The submission of it washed over me, the giving and surrender of it filled me.  His cock tortured my mouth but the sacrifice of it incited my passion for him exponentially.  Just as suddenly as it started, it ended.  “Get up slut. Lean over the bed.”

He pushed my face down onto the comforter.  “Reach your hands around and hold your ass cheeks.” My face smashed into the bed, I reached my arms back and held my ass open for him.  His tongue and face assaulted my puckering little hole.  It was warm, wet, and provocative.  He made me squirm and writhe for him.  He stood up against me and rubbed his cock on my wet asshole.  He teased me, taunting me with the thought of him pushing into my ass without me being ready.  I never know where his mind goes. “I should fuck your ass right now.”  I gasped.  He rubbed again me more, pushing harder against my ass. “Your ass is safe, slut….for the moment.” He pushed lower and entered my pussy.  That’s what I wanted.  That’s what I needed. He fucked me good and hard, grabbing my hair roughly at the back of my neck.  His actions drive me more and more into a rushing hunger.  The more he pushes, the more I take, the more I hunger for him.

After a really intense, hard, fast bout of thrusting Daddy pulled out and leaned back.  I felt the ‘all stop’ and sat up to see what happened.  His breathing was labored.  He had the slightest hint of panic on his face. He wasn’t getting enough air.  He sat down and started rummaging for his inhaler.  He took a couple puffs and he began to breath easier. “Well, that’s a mood killer.” He said.  I was only concerned for him at that point. He gets physical activity induced asthma sometimes.  He’s been working hard at the gym and is putting on loads of muscle right now but it takes longer for your lungs to catch up.  We took a break for a few moments.  We both let our breathing return to normal.  “I’m not done with you yet.” He said.  I smiled, I knew he wasn’t.  Nothing stops this man from debauching me in abundant ways.

Fun and Games

Yesterday I went to my Ex’s birthday party. It was a really big step for him to invite me to anything so I went happily even though Mr. D wasn’t invited.  My Ex has come a long way but not quite as far as inviting my new Honey to his party.  Oh well, I took it as a good sign and so did my son who was thrilled.

I had a great time at the party. I was able to visit with family members and high school friends I hadn’t seen in years. During the party I checked my phone at one point and had 4 texts from Daddy.  Whoops, I hadn’t had my phone on me to hear them.   He sent me several provocative graphics with sayings on them relating to us.  I felt warm and turned on from them.  I texted him and went back to the party.  After a while, the party was slowing down.  I did flirt with one old high school friend and it was a lot of fun.  I checked my phone and Daddy had left a message that he couldn’t help it, he was jealous and my Ex didn’t deserve me coming to his party.  I felt his ire coming through the phone from those many miles away so I said my goodbyes and texted Daddy that I was on my way.

When I arrived home I heard Daddy’s voice as I came through the door. It surprised me that he was still awake, he usually goes to bed early.  But here he was, “That’s one sexy bitch comin’ through the door.” He and his roomie were sitting in the living room. “I’m drunk!” He says, as I sit down and give him a kiss.  Now I understand the jealous text.  It had sounded just a little more blatantly honest than normal.

We chitchatted a little, I told him about a high school friend I saw during the evening that I had the hots for. It was fun to tell Daddy about it. I share everything with him.  

“You can go to your Ex’s party, you can flirt with other men, but I will always be the one behind your walls, the only one who got in.” 

I was snuggled against him and looked up to him when he said that.  “Yes Daddy, you are the only one.”

We went to the bedroom.  He was in quite a teasing mood.  I hadn’t had a drink all night but I had one as soon as I got home seeing the state Daddy was in.  When we starting fucking I could tell he was pretty tipsy.  He said he wanted to fuck my face but he wasn’t sure because he was slightly drunk.  BDSM is not something you should ever do drunk and Daddy is very aware of that.  I said I wanted to anyway.  He said, “I’m nervous about this because I’ve been drinking.  You will push me away if it gets to be too much for you, understand?” I nodded.  I had no reservations.  Even drunk, Daddy is very careful.

I hung my head over the side of the bed and Daddy mounted my face. His cock forced into my mouth and I closed my eyes to dive into the feelings full force.  His cock fucked my mouth deeply and oh so well.  I had been out dancing and fortunately my sinuses were completely clear.  I love it when I’m in a good place breath-wise.  Even if Daddy was slightly impaired I knew I was in a much better place with my oxygen intact.  He fucked my face and I took it all.  He was so deep into my throat.  Mmm, so very nice.

After that, Daddy made me lie down on the bed and he began to fuck me. Actually, he began to fuck with me.  He loves teasing the heck out of me.  He kept putting it in but not all the way.  He was fucking me with just the tip.  The more he did it the more I was getting annoyed.  I knew damned well what he was doing.  He was too tipsy to hide it.  He was just fucking with me for the hell of it.

“What’s wrong baby? Don’t you like it?” He slurred.

“Nothing, I love it.” He was not winning this.

“You like it?”

“I love it Daddy.” I was getting so fed up with the teasing. I just wanted him to fuck me already.  I had been without him all evening, flirting with other men and now I was dying to get fucked hard.  He knew it and was being his most exasperating self just to fuck with me.

He slid the tip in and out. He slid himself around the outside of my pussy giving me constant contact but no leverage, no power.  He’s drunk, I thought. Just leave it.  Let him fuck with you and don’t make a fuss.  But no, he kept taunting me.

“What’s wrong baby, don’t you like it?” Ugh, I was going to throttle him soon if he didn’t fuck me silly.

Finally, I had had enough. “Fucker!!!” I yelled at him. I didn’t care what he thought or did at that point; he was getting exactly what I was thinking.  Collar be damned.

“Oh ho, I’m a fucker, am I?” I was beyond caring, I laughed.

“Yes, you are!” Damn it, he had pushed me too far. He pulled out and stopped fucking me entirely.  Crap, I had done it now.  He moved down my body and his mouth landed on my pussy.

“I’m a fucker, am I? Well, we’ll just see who’s the fucker.” His lips made contact with my clit and he sucked hard. I convulsed from the intensity of the suction on my already swollen clit.  He kept up the onslaught of his tongue on my clit for a long time.

“What am I?” He was goading me.

“You’re a fucker.” But the heat had gone from me now. I had used everything I had to wind up to calling him that the first time.

“Not good enough! You can do better than that.” He mouth latched onto my clit again with even more power. God, I was beyond any control at that point.

“Fucker!” I yelled at him again.

“Come on, that’s not going to do it. I’m not fucking you until you say it again like the first time.” He was so infuriating. I gave up.  There was just no way I could repeat the heat and passion behind the first expletive I let out.  He kept at my clit and my pussy for a long time after that but the heat had gone out of me by then.  He kept me on the brink of orgasm for a long time.

“You win, I give up!” He took himself out of my crotch and lay down to go to sleep. I couldn’t believe he gave up.  He never lets me win.  But he did then.  Not that I wanted to win like that at all. There was no way I was reliving the intensity of the first outburst again.

After a good laugh, we went to bed. For the rest of the weekend, that’s been a predominant part of conversation.

“How are you doing baby girl? Fucker!”

Quickie

I arrived at Mr. D’s.  I went to his room to say hello and let him know I was there. We talked and after I kneeled for him he said, “On your back.”

He got between my legs and put a couple drops of lube on me. He was in need of me as I was in need of him.  He sheathed his cock in me to the hilt. Quickly, he built a rhythm. This was straight, raw, fucking.  I could tell right away that this was a night unlike most.  There would be no play, no nuance, no teasing.  This was pure hunger.  

He pumped me deep, he pumped me hard, and soon he buried himself all the way inside me and yelled out as he came.  I loved every brief minute of it.  He rarely allows himself such a direct route to orgasm.  I held him as he shook and my joy filled me full. 

There is something so fulfilling about a quickie like that. Mmm.

Fantasy and Reality

Tonight I had a fantasy which made me cum so hard next to Daddy.  We’re planning a trip with friends.  Some of them are kinky.  Daddy asked what toys I wanted him to bring.  I said, “All of them.” 😜 

I’m not sure if we’ll play on the trip or if we’ll play with others.  But it’s fun to fantasize about it.  Daddy said he might make me bring the red shoes.  I haven’t worn them in a long while.  He calls them his earrings.  

I was imagining him ordering me to wear these shoes and serve him while the others were in the room.  Nothing sexual just bring him drinks etc. It fit into the conversation we had tonight about collaring. 

Then I was thinking about how heightened our appetite for each other would be.  I’d be able to feel his heat and sense his desire while we were just hanging out with friends.  As I touched myself, I thought about how this would manifest in him.

I thought about kneeling in front of him.  Not being asked but doing so because I love to kneel before him.  Then I thought about him not being able to hold back and getting that look in his eyes that tells me in no uncertain terms that I’m in for it. 

In my mind I heard him speak.  The tone of his voice was silky smooth but the undercurrent was cold hard steel.  “Baby girl, go kneel before my friend there and take care of him for me.” I froze and looked up at Daddy.  He was intense and completely serious.  I was given no say, I wasn’t asked if I was okay with this.  I was simply told to obey. I knew he meant to share me sexually.  I knew I was his slut and he was demanding I prove it.  I felt the hard edge in his voice, one I’ve heard before.  The one that throws me into subspace every time I hear it and in that moment I came so hard.

Icy Interlude

  Our afternoon was going well.  We arrived at our destination with plenty of time. We decided to have our picnic there rather than at the concert.  I went to the kitchen to fetch drinks and when I turned around Mr. D was on a chaise lounge with his pants off and his cock hanging out. The scene was priceless. I put down the drinks and melted to my knees at the end of the chaise.  It was perfect distancing for me to slide onto the chaise and suck his cock.  Lunch was served!

Mr. D made me stay in that position as he rose and took some ice from the glass.  I was in for it.  I felt ice cold water droplets fall on my ass as he pushed up my dress. His mouth sucked on my panties as his hot tongue licked around the edges of the thong between my legs. He pushed the lace aside and I felt coldness as he inserted the ice cube all the way inside my pussy.  He teeth bit my ass as the ice teased me from inside. Then I felt a disturbance in the force, something wasn’t right. He had halted and was fumbling. “What’s wrong Honey?”

“The ice, it hasn’t come back out.  It always comes back out.” He said askance.

“Well…I guess I decided to keep it.” I chuckled.  I really had no control of the matter.  In it went and there it stayed, apparently.

“You’d better go to the bathroom and get that out before your insides are frost bitten.”

“I figured it would just melt but okay.” Internally, I was entertained.  This was some funny shit.

Since I was now a bit waterlogged done there, we took a break from sex and had our picnic.

  
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Sexual Tension

After the party wound down, Mr. D and I went to our room.  I had been trying unsuccessfully not to nod off in the middle of the board game we were playing.  It was a fun and naughty board game but I still barely stayed awake. I climbed into bed and watched Mr. D undress.  He took one look at me and said, “You look as tired as I feel.” He hadn’t slept well the night before.

He snuggled in next to me and I curled up against him.  My tiredness was there but as soon as I had his body pressed to mine all the desire pent up from earlier in the evening came flooding back.  I wanted him.  He looked down at me while my hands caressed him.  “I’m torn baby girl.  Part of me wants to roll over and go to sleep. Another part of me wants to ravage you.”

“Well, Daddy, let me know when you make a decision.”  I chuckled.

He laughed. I could tell by the tone of his voice and his hands on me that he wasn’t going to choose sleep.  Yes, yes, yes, my heart sang. He took my hand and put it between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him.  He was talking to me and my hand was feeling him expand and grow.  “Get between my legs baby girl.”  I rose and pulled off my top as he swung a leg over me. My lips and tongue caressed the head of his cock.  I love having it grow inside my mouth.  Slowly, I licked his length and filled my mouth with his entirety. I felt his bulbous head hit the back of my throat.  Every time I go down on him I try to maneuver myself and push him inside my throat.  I found some new tips online only that morning, so I tried them and got him inside more deeply than usual.

As I was trying my new tips I heard Mr. D’s voice. “Baby girl, listen to me.  I want you to use your mouth to show me how you want to be fucked tonight. Your moves will show me what you want.  Do you understand?”  With my lips still on him, I nodded. “Okay, go.”  I pulled my lips all the way from him.  Ever so slowly, I took the tip of him inside my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around just the tip like he teases me when he knows I want it deep.  Then I pushed him all the way inside to my throat.  I pulled him out then and teased the tip with aching slowness again.  First gentle and slow then hard swift plunging thrusts.  I continued to alternate these two moves.  That’s what I wanted.  The tease and the thrust.

“On your stomach.”  Every pore of my body was aching for him to be inside me.  But as I readied myself for him, I felt his hands on my ass pushing my legs wide.  He wasn’t mounting me, he was pleasuring me.  His face pushed up between my legs and I felt his wet, hot tongue and mouth on me.  As I languished in the sensations he provided I felt his teeth sink deeply into the flesh of the tender skin between my sex and my butt cheek.  It is so sensitive there and he bit hard.  I cried out in pain and passion.  I was shocked, I was marked, I was his to take.  Then, as I’m recovering, his teeth sank into the same area on the other side. He was driving me quickly insane with the bites on my most tender skin.

He flipped me over and entered me.  His biting had intensified our passions. We were so in tune, it was so erotic and we were so connected.  I had that sex drugged feeling I get when he has me completely in his control.  He had me wrap my legs around his body.  Then me gave me directions.  “I want you to keep your legs around me but relax your body.  Good.  Now when I tell you, you will squeeze my cock with your pussy and you won’t relax until I tell you.  Understand?”  I nodded. He began to move inside me and then he would tell me to squeeze.  I gripped him as tightly as I could.  “Good baby girl, that’s right.  Now relax.”  He continued to command me, directing me to squeeze then let go until I was so deep into it that I was panting and the pleasure was overwhelming me.

Finally, he asked me if I wanted his cum and I panted yes.  He filled me full and my body quivered around him uncontrolled.  My body had been sexual tension incarnate under his command.

It was intense and I felt the familiar floating sensation that takes away all my words.  As he held himself inside me I still felt my heart racing and my breathing was labored. He held me until I drifted back to earth and to him. “Tell me when you have your words again baby.” I never know what he’s going to do that will send me off into subspace.  It’s different things every time.  I didn’t think I had gone there but I just couldn’t talk right then so I must have slipped away.  Seems that is the tell tale sign for me.  All my need for speech disappears and  it is replaced with the most erotic cloud that holds me within the sphere of his desire.