TW: Pocketknife
Also features a BDSM dynamic.
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Feeling your cock stiffen in your pants as I grind in your lap. Feeling the heat and wetness grow between my thighs, knowing that your warm, hard cock is only inches away. The cure for my craving. The only thing that can satisfy me. Inches away from my waiting pussy. Hiking my dress up as you grab and rip my soaked panties, giving you easy access to my needy pussy. Feeling your cock pressing through, between my pussy lips, coating it in my wetness and juices as you grab and pull ravenously at my breasts and clothing.
Moaning in my ear you say “what a pathetic whore for Daddy. Always so needy and wet for me”, before tilting my head toward you, my neck elongated, and meeting your lips to mine. As our mouths meet, you gently circle my clit, listening to me moan and whine against your mouth in pleasure, your hard cock still resting between my soaking pussy lips, unmoving. My pussy begging me to move so I can slip you inside, I try to grind on your cock and you deliver a hard smack across my face. You break our kiss and breathily say, “Oh no princess, you don’t get to play with that yet”. I whine and whimper in response, begging for you to allow me to move. My hips instinctively bucking under the constant pleasure and pressure on my clit.
“Oh no, princess”, you deliver another smack, “I’m not even close to done with you yet”, you continue as you grab my hips and push me off of you. “Turn around and get on your knees, I want to see that pretty face.”I do as I’m told and get in the Nadu position before you, casting my head downward. “Hmmmm. It’s missing something….” You say as you open a pocketknife. Standing up, your cock inches from my downcast face, I see you kneel down, and you cut the dress from my right thigh to my right breast and up to my neck. Before you finish cutting, you let the knife sit at my throat, one final pull from the fabric falling free.
“Such a pretty whore”, you say, my breath hitching. I want so badly to look at your face only inches from mine, but I’m frozen, pussy flooding as the adrenaline makes my heart pump quicker. You grab my chin with your left hand, and tilt it toward your face. “Good job princess”, you growl, as the pocketknife finishes cutting through the collar of my dress. You remove the shreds of the dress from my body as my eyes turn to a downcast position. You sit inches in front of me, almost studying my body. I can see your cock again and I salivate at the sight. Without warning, you move your hands directly between my pussy lips and plunge two fingers into my gushing flower. My pussy tight against your fingers, I moan loudly, my body trying to pull your fingers deeper inside of me.
“You really are a soaking whore for Daddy”, you whisper, slowly pulling your fingers from me. I whimper and whine, trying to wriggle and pull you deeper inside. “Taste yourself, cunt”, you say as you plunge your fingers into my mouth, the taste of my fluids on your fingers driving me wild. My body feels on fire as you withdraw your fingers and say “open your mouth, babygirl. Daddy has a present for you”.
I look up to see you standing now, inches from my face, your cock throbbing and hard, I can see your veins bulging. I open my mouth as I’m told and I look into your piercing blue eyes as you enter my mouth, plunging straight to the back of my throat. My eyes welling with tears, I feel your strong hands on either side of my neck, applying ever so slight pressure. The feeling is intoxicating, your cock driving rhythmically into the back of my throat, my own body warming as my pussy floods from pure ecstasy. I start to get lightheaded as you hold your cock in the back of my throat, my mouth gagging and drooling as I am absolutely violated by you. I’m between your moans I hear you growling “yes baby girl take it”, and “such a good whore for Daddy”. I hear you ask “does my pathetic slut want to be filled with Daddy’s cum?”
Crying and moaning against your cock I begin to nod feverishly, you responding with a slap to my left cheek. “You’re done when I say you’re done, slut” as you pick up the pace in my throat, causing me to sputter and gag, my eyes completely overcome with tears, mascara streaming down my face. “Look at me princess, let me see that freshly fucked face”, you say, my eyes meeting yours and you tell me, “cum for me princess, cum for Daddy” and as I let go, your pressure on my neck becomes more steady as I gag and writhe on your cock. You shoot thick and heavy ropes of cum down my throat and into my mouth as my orgasm stretches through me, my pussy contracting and throbbing, begging to be filled. I begin to black out and you pull out of my mouth and look at my red cheeks and smeared makeup. “It’s almost perfect”, you say, wiping my spit across my face and into my hair. My mouth is open, gasping for air, your cum still on my tongue.
“Swallow, Princess”, you say and I do as I’m told, happily.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uc4ga9/mf_face_fucked_by_daddy