It’s been a long day, and I’m tired as heck. It’s been 10 hours since I’ve last heard from him, and a week that I’ve not seen him, and I’m horny as heck. Difference in work schedules and everything in between didn’t help, either. They say that for anything to work, there has to be some give and take. For me, as much as it makes me feel thrilled and grateful to receive, I love to give, and then some. I love to please.
In instances like this, we make do with some sexy flirting over messages, which build up into lines of filthy sexting, and, if circumstances are in our favour, lead to a 90% success rate of meeting up for a session of blowjobs and some dirty fun sex.
“What’s on offer?”
“You know I always deliver the good stuff x”
“Such as …. ?”
A very submissive greeting, first. On my knees, hands behind my back, only looking up when you tell me to look up. You place your palm on my cheek, cupping it, waiting to see if I would look up. I am still not looking up until you say so.
Then, you tenderly tell me what I’m in for; if I behave like a good girl, I get nice treats, especially that special treat I absolutely adore doing for Daddy … and if I behave like a bad girl, well, lots of disciplining moves for me like spanking, teasing and pinching of my nipples, choking and hair pulling, thrusting your fingers in me to make me struggle and squeal … or just whatever Daddy feels like doing, because Daddy’s pleasure comes first.
When you do tell me to look up, you waste no time in stuffing my useful little mouth, ordering me to make sure I do a good job as your special order call girl, or else you will punish me more. You make me suck like my life depends on it, then you grab my hair in your fingers and pull me to either the sideboard counter at the kitchen or to the sofa in the living room; it’s Daddy’s call. Either way, you’re prepping me to get into the “breeding position” which you have trained me well to do.
Before that, you make me continue to worship your cock with all that my tongue and throat can do, then you order me to wear my plug. After I pop it in, I get back to work. My makeup, intentionally worn heavy and elaborate, is starting to run and get all messed up from the brutal facefucking. Wearing too much makeup, together with dressing up, is one of the fun parts of our play sessions which I take great pleasure in; I’ve been his naughty nurse cum masseuse, a horny high school student, a flirty flight attendant and his perverted private house maid (I’ll save those play scenes for other stories).
You decide to test my pussy with your fingers to see just how wet I’ve gotten. I moan at the first thrust, almost shaking to your invasive touch, but I tell myself that no, no, I only cum when Daddy says I cum. You tell me that I’m soaking, that you like that, and that you’re going to make me moan even more … and not just moan, other sounds as well. You start to tease my neck, with slow kisses, driving me crazy and making me wetter. I start to squirm and struggle but you hold me tighter, restraining me with your arm. You fingerfuck me until I make a soppy wet mess on your fingers, then you bring them to my mouth for me to taste and clean.
You tell me that you’re ready. I ask, in subspace, ready for what, Daddy? You answer that I’ve been good and that I’m getting my treat, next. My heart beats fast and I get more excited, almost impatient … but before I start, I request to suck you for a little bit more as I want to make sure that I get Daddy all sloppy and ready. You tell me I’m a clever girl. I answer, well, I’ve got an excellent teacher, coach, trainer, Sir. You tell me to show you what I’ve learned. I’m so turned on at just the thought of pleasing you. The moment I get to show and do for Daddy, my pussy is on fire and I do not hesitate to be of good use.
Here I am, lapping up daddy’s ass with my tongue, one hand slowly stroking Daddy’s shaft while the other hand gently plays with Daddy’s balls, just like how Daddy had instructed me before. He doesn’t need to remind me anymore, as I now know it is my duty to remember and serve Daddy this way ever since. Here I am, in such a position so unspeakable and appalling that I would never have imagined I would ever be in and be doing, what more to say that I’m so eager and willing for it.
You turn around and tell me to get into what you have dubbed as the “breeding position”. I obediently follow as ordered; my ass up, my face and hands on the floor, akin to the submissive Humble pose. Instead of facing downwards, my head is facing to the side while my hands are spread above me, ready and waiting for when Daddy wants to be pull me up by both arms to bring to my back as he fucks me from behind. You plunge in me, deep and hard, my plug still in. You fuck me as you please while getting me to make each of the noises as you request; you told me to bark like a dog, moo like a cow and squeal like a pig. I am, after all, Daddy’s fuckpig. I cannot think or care of how degraded it makes me feel, because I must please Daddy. You continue to fuck me until you decide that you want me to take my plug out. I oblige, knowing what comes next.
You ask me, what do you make me do when I’ve made a mess on your fingers? I answer, I have to clean it up. You tell me to clean up my plug with my mouth and make sure that it stays in there. Replacing my plug is your massive cock in my gaping asshole, instantly making me yelp and whine. You enjoy how tight it is, how pleasing I’ve been and how I get better each time (you tell me so), how you have your precious little slut in complete submission to you.
“You do know that I intend to do and do well what I’ve just typed out ;)”
Well, there you go. He knows that this is my first post, and more to come (or cum to).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/di8qva/you_m_know_i_f_always_deliver_the_good_stuff