“There are a lot of cars parked on daddy’s street,” you think as you walk up the sidewalk to my house. You don’t know for sure if daddy’s mad at you, or bored, or has been busy, but he did mention tonight to be a nice time for movie night, and he hadn’t since said NOT to come to his house for movie night. In your bag are cute bunny ears, snacks, tea. You’re wearing snug tights and a cozy oversized jumper. “Hmm,” you think, stepping up to the door, “there look to be a few people inside, “I wonder if this is actually a good night for movie night or if daddy has something going on…Oh! I bet it would annoy daddy if I interrupt whatever this event seems to be and try to embarrass him in front of his colleagues.”
Your finger reaches to touch the door bell, but since you know your way around daddy’s house, and you want to be a lil’ menace, you just open the door and let yourself in. Immediately a sea of eyes fall on you, more than a dozen or so people stop conversation and look you up and down. They’re all dressed in black, cocktail dresses, dark suits, the occasional white shirt or pearl necklace, holding glasses filled with fizzy drinks.
They can tell immediately you’re a freshman or sophomore in college and there’s a glance going around the entry/dining room/living room…”her?” You’re underdressed, hell you’re *wrong* dressed for whatever this event entails.
“Where’s…?” You start to ask, but if you don’t see daddy down stairs you know I must be upstairs the master suite. “Nevermind!” You tell them with a chipper disregard for being so out of place, and so you kickoff your shoes and leave them clumsily in the entry marble, skip the stairs, and put a hand on the door to my room. You look back down the entry to see many of the guests watch you still with peculiar expressions.
You push the door open and find my room completely dark. “Daddy’s probably just getting the lighting right for movie night, seeing as movies look better in total darkness…”
The clench of my grip on the back of your neck sends goosebumps down your body and causes your muscles to flinch, your diaphragm to tighten, so your meek objection is made more pathetic by how the end of your “eeeehhh” wheezes out of you, like the force of my seizing you has knocked the wind from your lungs. Though you say you love it rough, to be treated how daddy treats good girls and bad girls alike, the newness of that feeling in person triggers your fight or flight response, so you jerk to get free of me, swinging your arms at my forearms as best you can to break my hold.
“Dah…dee,” you manage to get out, before a sobering, room filling..
***SLAP***
My hand shoots towards your neck now – not choking you, but holding you firm above your collar bone, the crux of my thumb and index finger sliding up over your wind pipe and squeezing flush under the hinge of your jaw on both sides. You can breathe…but can feel the pressure. You’re distracted by the dull sting on the back of your head as my fist knots itself your hair for a tight grip.
*Squeeeeeal*
“Shut the fuck up.”
“But dah…”
Each syllable comes with a clench across your neck, scary, but still, not full choking.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
You calm for a moment and you can begin seeing me clearly as your eyes adjust to the low blue mood light and the strings of lights that hang around. My face is very close to yours, and you can feel my slow, deep breaths, and smell my cologne. As the soft skin of your face flushes with excitement and becomes more sensitive you can feel the heat of my skin, my face, radiating into yours. Squirming in my grasp makes my jaw clench with a delightful, filthy grin. I hold you like that until you quit squirming, and for the moment accept you can’t do anything about what I want.
I let go of you and grab the bottom of your jumper. It’s easier to fling off you than you expected (“daddy’s good at stripping problematic baby girls,” you think.) until you’re just in your bra and tights. I grab your wrists, tuck them both in of my grips, and work your bra off you so quick (“okay, daddy’s extremely good at stripping problematic baby girls,” you think) so you’re left just in your tights, your wrists pinned in the small of your back with one of my hands while the other is free to graze your stomach and nipples with the pads of my fingers, barely touching. I can see in the dim blue hazy light bumps jump up in your skin as my fingers pass and tease.
“Isn’t that nice?” I ask, but you’re too out of it, or delirious, or still taking in all that’s happened so quickly, for a clear, coherent answer. You just sort of make a noise… Can you calm your thoughts long enough to focus on the sensation of daddy’s light touch across your body? Or are you too distracted by the discomfort of how I have you mobilized by the wrists?
Daddy *spits* at the base of your neck, and watches the slick spittle trace a thin shiny line down between your tits, where I take the base of my free palm and smear it across you before spitting again.
“Daddy likes a spitty girl.” I say. I spit again and smear it around again, before I put my fingers to your lips.
“Spit”
“Nuh-uh…”
Light *slap*.
You spit a little wad in daddy’s fingers and I use them, slick and shiny from you, to pinch a nipple and twist. “You little fucking brat”
“Ahh! Daddy!”
“Do you want them to hear?” I whisper in your ear as your nipple feels sore. My fingers snake down the front of you, smearing spit and warmth against the muscles of your stomach, before my palm comes to rest on the hot mound between your legs. I can feel, even through your underwear and leggings, the heat of you and how much your little whore body craves me.
“Oh god,” I whisper in your ear. “Already?” The hand between your legs jumps back up to the nipple I didn’t twist then seizes, tugs, gets spit on my fingers, and get twisted again. Now both of your pretty nipples are puffy and sore how daddy likes them. I *slap* both of your perky little tits twice before diving my hand back between your thighs.
“Now now…about this cunt.” I can feel the air go out of you again as the word and my big fist between your thighs excites you on your tip toes. I yank you back down on daddy’s lap and again you’re struck by the power and speed at which I completely and totally control you. I sit you right on the middle of daddy’s lap, let go of your wrists, finally, and pin you with one hand against my lap with a forearm around your waist and my other hand diving in your tights, and past your messy underwear. Your arms are free now, you flail them at daddy but its useless. I don’t have to scold or evade them because the moment daddy’s fat fingers dive into your tight messy bratty pussy your immobilized from the inside and frozen, at the whim of my fingers and voice growling in your ear.
“Did you bring this tight wet pussy to daddy? Maybe you’re not totally worthless if you can bring this…” My fingers flutter then stop in bursts, hooked into your tight pussy, causing your body to flinch and jump on my lap. Your little round ass bopping on my lap makes my manhood begin to firm and grow. “..Precious fuck hole to daddy when I need.”
I pull my fingers from you and lighten my grip across your mid section to find what I knew would happen. Your body, on your own, activated by how I can control you with fingers in your pussy, grinding against my bulge, eager for me. I know your eyes are closed as my fingers near your mouth and you taste your own desperate pussy on my fingers. I pull a hair tie from my pocket and start to synch your hair up as you work your hot mound against my growing bulge through your clothes. In the dim light I can see your tights are a tad shiny where your wetness is working through. Then, for some stupid slut reason, you feel a little impulse…and BOLT to the door, opening it up and almost getting a foot outside my bedroom.
Maybe you’re nervous, maybe you don’t like how little effort it takes for daddy to work his way into your sexual imagination so completely what I do to you feels like you’re doing it to yourself, so that your deepest, darkest fantasies are obvious to me, and your playful rejections and transparent attempts at modesty barely register. Tell yourself what you want.
*YANKED BACK BY THE HAIR* and you’re on the floor of my bedroom again, getting dragged back towards daddy’s full length mirror by the walk in closet.
“Not so fast.”
I plop you down in front of the mirror so you’re sitting on your feet, and you can see clearer there than by any other means how small you are compared to daddy’s tall, powerful body. Sitting there, your head is barely up to my hip. I kneel beside you and pinch your cheeks again so your mouths parts and I can drive my cummy fingers into the back of your mouth, knowing just where to press to make your saliva glands really flow with that thick, clear spit which makes your hungry cocksucker mouth milk daddy’s thick manhood the way you were fucking trained to do.
“Ckkkkk” you make as I hit the gag point. “Ckkkkk” I draw my fingers out of your mouth as a line of spit strings from my fingers to your chin, which flicked from my finger, lands in a crescent on the mirror.
“Do not waste it.” I push your head to the mirror for you to lick it up. “It’s fucking precious.” I check your work and put you back, sitting obediently, while check to make sure we haven’t lost the spit streak which landed on the mirror. “Good girl,” I tell you.
I take off my belt and fold it up into 1/4s.
“Hold this,” I tell you. You hold out your hands and take hold of the belt. “Hold it there.” I open my pants and without any hesitation pull my cock from my boxer briefs and grip it by the base. You’re looking at you under me and my thick cock the mirror.
“Eyes here” I tell you. You turn and raise to get up on your knees, your hungry mouth instinctively going wide to take my cock in your mouth. Instead of cock I put fingers back in your mouth and get a wad of spit which I smear across your cheeks before slapping my thick hot head against your cheekbones, smearing the mess of spit I took from your cum guzzling mouth, running my cock in circles across your cheeks, nose, lips…chin. You understand the system very quickly, smearing out more spit to make you a shiny faced cocksucker at daddy’s feet.
“Open”
Your mouth shoots open and I remind you.
“Tongue out” and you *obey.*
Then I’m in your mouth, your lips sealing around the back edge of my head. For a moment you cherish daddy right there in the front of your mouth, feeling my pulse against your tongue as my excited heart pumps my cock harder in your mouth. My hand cups the back of your head again and I push you all the way down, to that point where your eyes squint and through no fault of your own, your grimace as your throat is plugged with cock. You almost reach to push on my thighs for some relief.
“Don’t drop the belt”
Your hands don’t push. God. For a first dive on a cock daddy is holding it there for a long time. Your mouth is gushing spit like I love.
“Three…”
A little gag doesn’t hurt anyone.
“Two…”
The eye watering almost burns now. This is all happening so fast…
“One”
You can hear your heart beating in your ears as the excitement and the lack of oxygen inspire a natural panicky response. I yank my cock clear and you yelp, unable to control it, at least an ounce of spit rolling out after my cock and glazing your chin, dripping down the contours of your jaw and down your neck, glistening in the dim light.
“Ahh!” I yell. Yes!” I reach down and smear it around, ear to ear.
You realize now that when you tried to get away and went almost out the door I left it open, and you think, but don’t know for sure, that between the tears and low light you might have seen someone peering around the corner at the noise we’re making.
“Can they see?” I look over my shoulder and see no one there.
“Down,” I say, ignoring. “Don’t drop the belt.” Again I plunge my cock into your mouth. Its deeper now, more firmly denying your ability to breathe, but your want for daddy and trust allow your body to relax enjoy the feeling of daddy’s excitement, in his body and in his voice. You’re finding euphoria as my balls press against your chin and, the closeness of my body against your face denies even the dim sexy light I had, so you’re in absolute darkness with daddy’s approving hard-on buried in your wind pipe. Is this what it feels like for daddy to love you?
Then you drop the belt and realize I’m frozen still. You pop me out.
“M’sorry daddy…”
“What did I tell you?”
“Daddy I was just so happy…”
*SLAP*
Slowly, I make a loop with the belt and place it over your head, gently getting your hair through it so it sits on your neck.
“I told you…”
The whole length of the belt has a hole every half inch so it can be made very small. Smaller than daddy’s waist. Small as…your neck. As I buckle it closed you realize there are people standing in the entry to my apartment.
“Don’t mind them,” I tell you, then pull the belt up so you’re on your toes. Its not preventing you from breathing, but like that first grip I had on your neck, its just enough pressure to feel a little uncomfortable without causing you to black out immediately.
The three or four people at my double bedroom doors turn into six or seven.
“Just in time,” I mention. “Cara?”
One of the women comes forward “I’m a little drunk…” she says.
“Grab the wedges.” She goes to the closet and picks out a big wedge shaped foam pillow, firm and places it at the end of my bed.
“Isn’t she cute?” I ask them. “Cara, get her bottoms.”
“Mmhmm” they reply in a chorus, agreeing. The woman who grabbed the wedges approaches you, on your toes with a belt on your neck, and without really acknowledging you, grabs your tight leggings at the side and yanks them down violently to your knees. You can smell her perfume and the air against your wet messy thighs.
I force you over the edge of the wedge pillow and bed so your ass is presented up high for easy access. I spread your cheeks apart and spit on your ass and pussy.
“Before I mount this bratty slut…?” I say, the question lingering as I pull and hold your cheeks apart. Cara, then another woman in a partial mask, step up and spit on you as well. The other woman kneels and spits on you before sucking the head of my cock a little bit, dragging her teeth over my head, making me flinch.
“Want to know why this slut is special?” I ask our audience. Cara and the woman kiss for a moment before sharing another wet kiss on the head of my cock, getting it spitty. You love daddy’s cock so much the thought of other women tasting his delicious skin, particular damp with your sweet throat, makes you jealous and your legs kick, but there’s not much you can do. I ask the girls to hold your cheeks apart as I demonstrate why you’re special. A man in a full suit walks up with his hand reached out.
“Go ahead” I say. “Do it” says the woman who tasted my cock.
He slaps your ass, harder than I expected. “Yeah!” I say. Others come over and take turns slapping your cheeks red before I show them why you’re such a special slut. Holding the makeshift belt leash I pull back so your back arches and I take my place behind you, packing the slick, spitty head of my cock on your glistening ass, bullying my dick into your tight hole as you shriek and yelp into the mattress.
Here you were thinking you could be a brat to daddy on a night we discussed movie night, and here I have turned the tables on you, demonstrating in front of all these strangers you’re a worthless slut whose fuckable mouth, pussy, and ass are nothing more than play things daddy uses to drain his balls. After a few deep slow thrusts, I climb so I am more over you and my weight is partially pressed between your shoulder blades. I can thrust shorter, faster thrusts from this position, while I yank on the belt enough to choke you. I turn your so more people can see, fuck your ass hard and fast, yank the belt until you start to turn pink…then let go as you gasp. The onlookers release hot *yeaaahs* and *fuck that slut* while I grunt and punish your little brat ass for your testing of daddy. But I know this is why you do it. *I yank the belt.* I know you are a trouble making brat because you want to see how daddy reacts… *I release the belt.* You want to see daddy lose his shit so he fucks you hard and brutal. I shove my cock balls deep and hold it, noticing the happy tears darkening the sheets. You’re at the point where you’re basically unable to speak you’re so fucking cock drunk. You want to know that feeling of “oh my god it hurts oh god it feels so good” at once and “oh if I let daddy oooooh if I let daddy then daddy will love me ohhhh.”
I ask the audience.
“You guys like watching me break in this fucking slut?”
I pull out and kneel at your backside, spreading and spitting on your fuckholes before diving fingers back in your pussy and shaking them violently and quick, the room filling with the nonsense “ahhhhhhh” you make into my mattress as you start to get so wet my vicious fingering is making a splattering mess.
“Oh my god” says one of the women. One takes a seat on the side of the bed and starts brushing your hair out of your face. “So cute,” she says. Another woman, maybe Cara, agrees.
I rapidly finger, hooked deep, beating your pussy with my fingers as you exhale another uncontrolled “ahhhhhhh” into the mattress. ”You’re not going to cum” I tell you, your messy pussy splattering down the back of your thighs. I pull my fingers back and spread you so they can see how you quiver when I merely blow on your wetness. “Is the belt too tight?” Asks one of the women seated on the edge of my bed.
I ignore her.
“Alright,” I say. “Everyone out.”
“Aww” they say, as they file out.
“I’ll be down,” I tell them.
They file out and we are left alone. I roll you onto your back and you instinctively point your toes at the ceilings. I peel off your tights, damp, finally and you’re finally alone with daddy and totally naked. I slide the belt off your neck. I get back on top of your spread legs. I’m not super vile and violent, I’m not sweet, but I’m dead silent, our eyes locked. I lock our fingers and tuck them over your head so we are face to face and I slide for the first time tonight into your pussy. I slowly fuck, pushing the throbbing tip of my cock into your pussy so my head drums against your g spot. It’s a slow, steady rhythm of cock and we don’t have to say anything. Just our bodies slapping together and honest, lusty moans. I keep it just like that, our eyes locked, faces inches apart, so you can feel the heat of my face and taste the sweat of my effort landing on your lips, until suddenly you’re wetter than you thought possible, but its not just wetness: daddy has finally unloaded, grunting into your shoulder, as stream after thrust of hot thick cum drains into you.
Big daddy kiss. I use a towel within arms reach to wipe your big grin free and give you another daddy kiss. I get up to leave and you’re wondering…is he done? OR is he going to go back downstairs and tell them all they can do what they want with me?
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