Panic

Today we had an hour.  I stopped by to pick up something he made for me.  He’s good to me.  I had to get back home though so we only had time for a short snuggle.

We lay on the bed tangled together.  We talked about the day before which had been a fun day with family.  The men had golfed then they all came to my place for dinner.   It was really nice to cook for my men after a good day of golf.  Their ladies came over too which made it especially nice.

I ran my fingers over Daddy’s chest and played with his nipple rings. I really like tugging on them.  My mind was on sex but he said just cuddle. “What are your thinking about baby girl?” He asked.

“I was thinking about sucking your nipple Daddy.”

“That’s the difference between Daddy’s and baby girls.  Daddy’s take what they want we don’t just think about it.” He said.

“Hm, then are you going to take what you want Daddy?” I was playing.  I wanted him to rape me but I was trying to be good. Being bad had recently gotten me in trouble. I suppose I wasn’t trying very hard though, I wanted fucking.

He smiled, I could see his mind working. “You don’t have much time for me to take what I want.” Here I was thinking, and that time is ticking away while we could be fucking.  But I bit my tongue. 

Ok, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, we have time for a little fucking if that’s what you want.” I heard his breathing change.  He waited for what felt like forever but it was about 5 seconds.

“On your stomach baby girl.” Yes, yes, yes! I thought to myself as I pushed away from his side and placed myself face down on the bed. He pulled off my pants and thrust his face into my ass.  His tongue probed and licked and tormented me.  He lifted my body and pushed a finger into my pussy.  I was already becoming wet for him.  I wanted him.  Immediately after penetrating my pussy I felt a wet finger probe my asshole.  Oh no, my ass too? I took deep breaths and he pushed his finger inside my tight hole. He wiggled his finger and tested the tightness.   I moaned from pleasure and trepidation alike.

I had a suspicion that he would take my ass today.  He had told me in the heat of sex several days before that he would take his privilege and have my ass.  It hadn’t happened then so I knew it was imminent. I heard him rumble with pleasure, “Oh, she wants me. She opened right up for me.”

“Roll on your side baby girl.” No, no, no. I thought, not now, not without any warm up.  But I did as he said and tried not to whimper.   I always do my best to give him what he wants.  Some part of me knows or at least hopes my body will fall in line and respond. He mounted me and pushed his hard cock into my pussy, oh thank god, it wasn’t my ass.  I was lulled, I relaxed and immediately began to enjoy him fucking me.  After a few minutes, he pushed a lubed finger into my ass.  This is one of our favorite positions.  His cock in me from behind and his fingers taking my ass.  It’s hot and dirty and the pleasure of it is so intense. 

Just as soon as he started he stopped.  He pulled out and tucked my legs up against my chest so I was all the way on my side.  “Play with your clit, baby.”  I moaned in denial.

“No Daddy, please.”

“Yes, slut, you owe me.  I said I’d take it and I didn’t. Now, it’s mine.” I knew he was right.  I knew I had no way out.  I braced myself.  I put my fingers on my clit and moved them back and forth fast.  Any passion, any sensation helps to take me to that place where I don’t care about anything but the pleasure. He pushed his cock right up to my tight hole.  He moved slowly and did not back down when I panicked because panic I did.  

“Slow Daddy, slow!” I grabbed the bedside table and as the fear gripped me hard.  His cock was stretching me so wide so fast.  It doesn’t hurt exactly.  It feels like his cock is pushing a hole right into me somewhere there isn’t already a hole.  His girth is so wide and it takes time for my body to open to him.  Reason flies away and my fear of tearing is all I can see.

“Breathe, baby breathe.  I’m already in.” He had stopped when I cried out but he was still inside me.  He was right, he was inside my tight tunnel.  He began to move while I whimpered and tried to calm down.  On the second stroke I felt the pleasure of the tight friction take hold.  There is nothing on earth like anal sex.  It is scary and so provocative at the same time.  It is a show of dominance and a submissive sacrifice as well.  

He began to fuck my ass faster and deeper.   My body relaxed for him and shudders of intensity rushed through my body. “What am I doing slut?”

“Fucking my ass Daddy.” I gasped.

“That’s right, I’m fucking my slut’s ass.”  He thrust hard and fast.  My eyes were closed, my head back.  I was deep into the raw feeling of it all.

“I need your come Daddy.  Please come in my ass.” I wanted to feel his hot liquid love inside me.  I ached for it, I would have done anything for it.  

“That’s my good little come slut. Take it, take my come!” He let loose and I heard him yell.  I felt his cock spasm and fill my ass with his hot load. So, so good!  I love listening to him shudder and come.  He fell on top of me as he filled my ass.

Later, after we rested and I came down from the lower levels of submission he put me in, he said, “It’s so crazy how you panic so thoroughly.  Something about that just drives me crazy.”

Me too.  Me too.

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.

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.