So the other day I got to see Daddy again, and it was as impromptu and unplanned as it was last time.
We were messaging back and forth, and he was telling me how he was at his office alone all day, and that all he could think about was my mouth on his cock.
After several messages of checking he was serious (he was), he told me to shower, bring a blindfold, and where I was going to be parking. He gave me instructions to wear a loose skirt with no underwear, reminding me to make sure it was exposed whilst I was driving, that I could feel the breeze on my pussy. I opted to put on my favourite slutty short black velvet skirt, and a tight and lace-trimmed pink crop top, finishing the look off with a ponytail and sandals. And for those of you who like the added imagery, I have pink hair, I’m around 5’3 and curvy, with large tits.
When I arrived, I got my next set of instructions – where he was, how to get there, and to ring the bell when I arrive. As I walked there, I could feel every light breeze on my skin, and I could feel my heart racing in nerves and anticipation. As I found the building he told me that once I ring the doorbell, he would give me exactly fifteen seconds to get the blindfold on before coming to get me.
During this time, I heard someone else enter the building, and had to wait for them to go into their work space, and while they never walked all the way to where I was, it added to the sense of danger at being caught. I rang the doorbell and quickly put the blindfold on, fiddling with it to make sure I couldn’t see and then folding my hands together nervously.
I was so nervous that could feel my hands shaking, my body trembling, but I knew that despite the nerves, a lot of that trembling was attributed to anticipation. I heard the door open, and I made sure to stay still and not to speak unless prompted.
I could feel his cool hands on my bare skin, gentle but firm. He led me silently through the office, helping me not to run into anything or to fall over as he led me into his own office, keeping a firm hold on me since he was silently directing me to his office. We stopped moving, and had me facing the way he wanted.
He lightly brushed his fingers over my body, finally touching, exploring, if only lightly. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, made me want to purr and arch my back, despite the nerves. After several moments of light exploration, he came up closer behind me and murmured in my ear, biting it lightly as his hand crept down to my skirt and under, “did you follow my instructions?”
My response was breathless and quiet as I gasped out “yes, Daddy” as he found my already very wet pussy, and lightly played with my clit.
“Good girl” was his response, as his fingers continued to play with my clit, moving through the wetness and once my gasps turn to little moans he stopped.
He moved his hands up until he could move my arms onto the top of my head, telling me to “keep them there”, as he lifted my crop top slowly up and off my head, exposing my bra, and the tits that just about wanted to spill out of them.
I heard him make a sound of pleasure as he ran his hands over my bra, undoing it at the back so that my tits could fall out. He then took my left hand and told me to rest it on his shoulder for balance, as he pulled my skirt down for me to step out of, followed by my sandals.
He stood back up and took my hands once more, now leading me forward until my hands touched a desk, telling me to rest my hands there, bending over the desk, naked, and stay like that. I felt his hands leave me, could hear him walking away. I heard the slight ruffling sounds of clothes coming off, and then the sound of a belt unbuckling.
Knowing what was coming as soon as I heard the belt, I felt the anticipation already beginning to fill me, could feel myself gasping slightly just at the idea. I heard him come closer once more, and then felt the light touch of a belt being dragged up my leg, ass, back, exploring my body with the belt and getting me used to the feeling of it.
At this point, anticipation is driving me wild, I know it will happen any moment now, and then the first *smack* from the belt hit my ass cheek, making me gasp and my body flinch automatically, but finding myself to be already enjoying it. He followed the same path but on the other leg, exploring my body until finally hitting my other cheek, the belt making a satisfying *crack* as it hit skin, once again making me gasp.
He continues this but the impact speeds up as he gets into it, focusing on one ass cheek at a time, and by the fifth or sixth smack I was making sounds that could only be described as some lovely combination of crying out, and moaning in pleasure. I was *thoroughly* enjoying it. Any doubts I had about my own masochism was gone.
When he has done this to both cheeks many times, he stopped and I felt him move down to my clit, making me whimper just in time for him to smack my clit with the belt, my whimper turning into a moan of pained pleasure.
He moved on to my boobs, smacking my nipples with the belt several times, enjoying my body’s reactions. Every time he got my nipple, I would moan, and it would send several waves of pleasure down my body, making me jerk and twitch slightly. Of course, this just made him do it more, I’m sure of it.
He stopped using the belt as quickly as he started using it, letting me know what he wanted when he wrapped the belt around my neck, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, gasping and moaning. He pulled on it, tightening it, reminding in my ear of my safe words. As soon as it got too tight, I cried orange and he stopped, telling me what a good girl I was as I gasped for breath. He left the belt there but stopped tightening it, instead snaking his hands back down to my pussy, going straight for my clit. “Look at your cunt, you are so fucking wet for me already.”
I moaned as he continued his assault on my clit, leaning into him slightly, wanting more. He slipped a finger into my pussy, quickly followed by a second one, and my moan deepened, loving the feeling of being penetrated. “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked in my ear, still behind me.
I couldn’t help myself. “Please, I want your cock, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I will – but not yet, not until you’ve sucked my cock” he responded, pausing his finger fucking to spank my ass hard with his other hand, alternating between ass cheeks as he continued to alternate between finger fucking and rubbing my clit, whilst spanking my ass hard enough for my moans of pleasure to be tinged with pain. He felt it when my pussy tightened on his fingers, and he encouraged it.
Eventually he stopped, pulling my hair back and putting his fingers, covered in my pussy juices, down my mouth and throat, telling me to suck my taste off him. I could feel him moving his fingers around in my throat, seeing how far and deep he could get himself, before pulling his fingers back out and told me to stand up out of that position, and to get onto my knees. He guides my hands to hold onto his thighs and ass for support.
I followed his instructions, getting onto my knees and knowing there would be a cock waiting for me. I opened my mouth and felt the cock touching my lips as I took it into my mouth and throat, going slowly, getting my throat used to the feeling of having a cock in it (especially since my gag reflex is something that I’m working on!).
“Practice as much as you can, because I’m gonna be fucking that throat of yours soon” I heard him say as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, moving his cock deeper into my mouth until I gagged, both of us seeing how long I can last each time. This continues on for a little bit, until he decides he’s had enough, and takes proper hold of my head, and starts fucking my throat in earnest.
Every time I gagged too much, he would let me pull away to recover, but most of the times I would eagerly put my lips back around his cock and let him back in as soon as I could. Every time I stopped, he told me how good of a girl I was, making me want to purr. One of these times that I had to pull away to recover, he told me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out, as he dragged his wet and hard cock over my lips, my face, smacking it every now and then, ever so slightly. He moved his cock back to my waiting tongue, and giving me exactly one second to prepare, sunk his cock deep back down my throat, making me moan in surprise around his cock.
Thoroughly enjoying ourselves, we continued this for awhile before he spoke up and asked me what I was thinking. Of course, I wasn’t thinking much at all right then, I was too deeply entranced by this whole situation, in subspace, and thoroughly enjoying being a slut and being used. I told him as much, but being the slut I was, I also begged him to fuck me once more.
Telling me I’ve been a good girl, he got me to stand up and led me to rest my hands on what felt like a chair. Standing behind me still, his hands went straight to my clit, the other hand focusing on finger fucking me. He continued this for a little bit, getting me close and wanting me to cum, but unfortunately I found I was unable to do so in that moment.
He didn’t mind, but instead went to go and get a condom. Returning, and running his hands all over my body, I could feel him fixating on my asshole. He asked if I was okay with it, and giving my consent he began to play, lubing us up and starting to push his cock into my ass. Unfortunately we just hadn’t prepped it enough and it hurt too much so we did have to stop.
However almost as soon as he took his cock out of my ass it was slamming into my pussy, and I was moaning loudly and deeply, head arching back, eyes rolling back in pleasure. (Like I said, I’m a slut and I love penetration.) He started fucking me, slowly at first but quickly picking up pace. We discovered the chair was too unstable, so he moved us to the desk, and as we resumed I begged him to fuck me harder.
He obliged. I can feel my legs trembling from sheer pleasure, and he kept bringing his hand around to play with my clit. All of this made me moan over and over, thoroughly enjoying every second of it. We changed positions again when my legs nearly gave out on me, this time settling us on the chair, with me on top of him, and we resumed fucking.
I begged him to bite me, wanting him to be primal and rough with me, and even after we once again change positions, now on the floor with me once again on top. He ripped the blindfold off me so I could suddenly see, just in time for his cock to hit the spot and see my eyes roll back in pleasure. We stay in this position, fucking as hard and fast as we can, as we can both feel ourselves getting close. He started swearing, telling me he’s going to cum, and I moaned as I kept the pace up, feeling myself getting close as well. I could feel it when he started cumming, and that feeling and my own closeness brought me over the edge with him, riding my orgasm out – one that I know lasted far longer than his did, but he thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it regardless.
After we both came, we continued with him inside me for a little while longer, moving slowly, enjoying the sensations. But alas, our time was coming to a close, and we found ourselves having to get dressed again, but not without many kisses along the way.
Everything about this experience was amazing and I look forward to the next one.
I hope everyone else enjoys as much as I did! ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/km9fxu/filled_up_daddys_little_whore_fm_fm_ds_ddlg