300 Words
THIS STORY IS FICTION.
I walked in from work, and she was still there. She couldn’t get away, of course, but she certainly didn’t seem to make any effort to, either. Her bonds were burlap, and I’m sure they were quite uncomfortable by now.
I noticed that her water cup was empty, so I grabbed a fresh straw and a refill. The sheets were stained with her urine, and it was starting to smell a bit ripe, so I grabbed a new set from the closet and started toward her.
She was tied face down on the bed. That’s the way she liked it best – she liked the element of surprise, she once told me. I placed her new water within reach, and gently scratched her back.
“Wake up, honey, It’s time.” I said.
She awoke slowly and raised her head, turning toward me. Her hair was amuss, and her face was caked with dried remnants of this morning’s session.
“Good morning, Daddy”, she said, as she began to stretch her arms, then her legs, as far as her confinements would allow.
“Ready to change, my bunny?” I asked.
We had been through this several times, so she knew what to do. She raised her midsection, allowing me to pull at her sheets, and then lowered herself back to the bed, so that I was able to pull the stained sheet from under her legs.
“Almost done,” I proclaimed.
The sheet was damp to the touch, not soaked, so I knew she was probably ready to go again. I inhaled deeply into the sheet, filling my nostrils with the musty scent, then gently placed the sheet into the hamper.
“Ok, sweetie, here we go.”, I said, as I slid the fresh sheet under her legs.
She accommodatingly raised, slid and shimmied in her captive stance while I tucked the sheet into its spots.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy”
This was our dance. She turned her face toward me, and with sticky, wrinkled eyes, opened her mouth to accept my rod.
I wasn’t up, but she swirled her tongue on the tip, and I began to swell. She was very proficient at getting me hard. She had studied my cock for years, and had a mental map of all my “spots” as it were, or all of the ones she could reach with her tongue in her current state of bondage.
As I swelled, I began to move my hips… In, tongue swirl, out, more tongue. The rhythm was ecstasy; we were in a synchronous state of push and suck, pull and lick. As she made my cock harder, I pushed harder. I could feel her throat boundaries, and then her lips and tongue held me in. “Akkaaak” she gagged, and I pulled out enough to let her receive oxygen. She caught up with her breath, and again… In, in, in, push, a little more, and another gag. We did this for several minutes. She was weak, but I didn’t care enough to stop.
I was racing now. My pelvis was jigging into her and out again, with each pulse a gag. I was going so fast now that the rhythmic gags sounded like an old, reliable washing machine, churning my cock on every thrust. The sound was disturbing and sexy, and my mind began to surround itself with the feeling of cumming. With a last thrush, and a muffled gag, and another, I shot my hot load right into her esophagus, each jolt of sperm causing another gag.
I pulled my cock out of her throat, then past her lips. Her head fell to the bed, her heavy, stringy spit discharging from her mouth. She breathed loudly for a few minutes, and as she calmed, she said to me in a gurgling rattle, “Thank you, Daddy”.
“You’re welcome, sugar”, I replied, as I sat beside her on the bed, catching my own wind. I kissed her back and said, “Sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
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