(MF) Sunday Tea [gentle daddy dom, good girl, throat fucking]

I cannot stop laughing. Your dad just told me another delightful story about you as a child and the blush that floods your cheeks makes me want to kiss you in the most indecent way. I settle for a quick peck but ensure that my hand travels a little too high up your thigh under the table.

We have been playing this game since we arrived for Sunday tea. Your parents have planned a BBQ in the garden since the weather has been so unseasonably warm. The dogs have finished running around and have settled under the table to wait for unauthorized treats and watch the ongoing show.

Your eyebrow rises slightly as you feel my hand glide across your muscular thigh. You lean into me whispering, “Such an insatiable slut for your daddy. Behave yourself baby.” My breathing speeds up a notch and my fingers grip your inner thigh a bit tighter. Everything you said is true. I can’t get enough of you. Before we arrived at your parents, you had rocked into my tight ass for 30 minutes before we showered and got ready. I keenly felt my plug, trapping your seed in me. I squirmed in my seat and you gave me a knowing wink. I clear my throat to try and get back to the conversation at the table. It has turned to local politics, which can get dicey at the best of times. I stand to help your Mum clear the plates and feel your hand slide under my white sundress and pinch my naked ass. I squeak and duck away from you, praying my dress didn’t flip up too much.

Your mum and I settle into easy conversation as we get dessert ready and make tea. I am the picture perfect girlfriend; my blonde waves settled along my collarbone, my demure sundress and sandals. Even my pink lipstick helps me achieve the angelic look that I know drives you wild. Underneath all my good manners and shy smiles, I am your filthy fuck toy. When the weekend rolls around, I am collared and submissive. We both get the weekend to be our natural selves and explore every single inch of each other. With the exception of Sunday tea with your family. It is the unofficial end of the weekend where we dip our toes back into reality to prepare us for the working week to come.

I don’t hear you sneak up behind me to plant a soft kiss on my neck. I jump and a splash of boiling water on my hand from the kettle. I grab for the burn immediately and pop the injured fingers into my mouth. Your mother admonishes you, “Luke! You can’t sneak up on someone making tea. I think I have some burn ointment in our bathroom. Go take care of your poor girlfriend.”

Even though the burn is tender, I feel a rush of heat when you wrap your arm around my waist and lead me to your parent’s private bathroom. Once you shut the door, your whole demeanor changes. You quickly find the cream and apply it before giving me a kiss on the nose and a bandaid. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. At least not like this”, your eyes turn molten as you bend me to face the mirror over the sink. You pull my dress up and run your hands down my spine before settling on my soft hips. “You have been quite the naughty girl this afternoon. Teasing your poor Daddy like that under the table. Let’s see if you are feeling the same way as I am.” You roughly shove two fingers into my wet cunt and let a low chuckle escape. You watch my eyes shut slightly at the intrusion, my hips pressing back into you. “Always ready for me, aren’t you” you say tightly before bringing those fingers to my lips and making me suck them. I hear the crack of the spank before I feel it. Moaning around your fingers, I suck them while angling my hips to grind along your hardening length.

Your eyes go hard and before I know what is happening, your fingers fly to your shorts and you are shoving yourself deep into my slick folds. I gasp as you impale me, my cry blending with your groan. This is what the rest of the weekend feels like- you fitting into me like a missing puzzle piece. I turn my head back to you to look at you as you begin to thrust into me. Your hands cup my face as we kiss tenderly. I feel you throb in me and the kiss turns feral. Our tongues battling as they muffle our needy sounds. My wetness is beginning to glaze your balls and you grab my shoulder to thrust into me harder. Your fingers slide back into my open mouth to stifle my growing moans.
“That’s it baby, take all of me. Fuck, you feel so good, you make your Daddy feel so good. Who owns you?” you murmur in my ear as you rut into me like an animal. I attempt to answer but I’m too busy holding onto the sink for dear life and sucking your fingers. Before you lose control of the situation, you pull out and push me to my knees.

“This is for teasing me all night. This is what naughty little whores’ get.” I spin to have you thrust your wet cock into my willing mouth. I can taste my sweet wetness combined with your salty pre-cum. I take you deep, gagging on your impressive length, but hold onto your ass like my life depends on it. Nothing makes me feel sexier than your cock down my throat. I love being used by you. I stare up at you, begging you to fuck my face. You smirk at me, knowing what I want. Your fingers tangle into my waves as you begin to ease yourself out slowly so I can catch my breath. I lap at your head for a second before you slide between my soft lips again. Your head falls back as I feel me sucking and swirling my tongue against you. “Fuck, you are such a good girl”.

I moan on you and fight the urge to take over. The vibrations of my moan are too much and you grip my head with a vice grip and begin to fuck my mouth with vigor. My drool drips down your length, coating your balls and stringing to the ground. You press my head against the bathroom cabinet, putting your hand behind it so my head doesn’t bang. I feel you harden before you spurt hot coils of cum into my mouth. I keep gliding lightly, prolonging the orgasm and feel you pulse onto my tongue. I swallow each drop greedily and look up at you leaning on the counter. I use my fingers to wipe the drool and cum off my chin, making sure you see me rub the wetness directly onto my clit with a smirk.

“Dessert is ready”, your mum calls from the hall. I laugh a little as you pull me to my feet. I love the look you give me after I make you cum. You draw me into a kiss, tasting yourself on my tongue while wrapping your arms around me. I push my face into your neck, breathing in your scent before fixing my hair and dress. You have managed to pull yourself together and I open the door to leave. I feel a swat on my ass, jiggling my plug, eliciting a moan from me. Your hand wraps around my stomach, pulling me back into you as you whisper in my ear, “This isn’t over.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w84t81/mf_sunday_tea_gentle_daddy_dom_good_girl_throat