Daddyslittleangel155, Author at NSFW story — Page 4 of 7

Call Me Yours

Need. It electrifies my skin, pulses through my veins, rattles the very marrow of my bones.

Please.

I want your arms around me, your cock inside me, pounding away any doubts, worries, fears. You know your cock is a cure for all my ills.

I want to distract you, pull you away from your thoughts because my warm, wet, mouth is around you, trying to suck your soul – your spirit – from your cock.

I want my arms around you, and yours around me. To be secure in your embrace. To be kissed, cuddled, teased. Especially teased – your hands, mouth, cock – it’s all special to me.

Everything about you makes me need to sit down and catch my breath. I don’t want to have to learn how to breathe again without you.

Please. I’m begging you.

Just hold me. Keep me safe in your arms. Fuck me til I’m screaming your name and you’re all I can think of. Spank me, gag me, tie me up.

I’m your slut, your toy, your angel.

Call me yours. Please honey. I need to hear it all the time… But especially today.

Daddy

Just lay back and let me suck you. You’re my god; I’ll worship you with my lips and hands whenever you want. You know I’m always happy to get on my knees.

I’d follow you almost anywhere for a taste of that cock, that cum… Just remember I need feeding regularly daddy. It’s a good job I love the thought of keeping those balls empty, isn’t it? That’s the role your little slut wants to fill. On her knees, ever begging for your cock.

Needy. Desperate.

Please. Please daddy, I want to lick your balls, suck them, kiss my way up your shaft. I need to circle your tip with my tongue, mouth tight around you, head bobbing down until you’re balls deep in my throat. And I want you to skullfuck me – you forcing me to take all of you, holding my head down with a hand so I can’t protest. I need you to be merciless, not an inch of pity as I gag and choke and drool on you. Helpless. Impaled on your cock. Your toy. Read more »

Teaching Her a Lesson Part 6: The Final Experiment [professor/student] [18+] [fmm+] [breeding]

He stopped her just before she entered his classroom, grabbing her by the hand.

“Come on,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?” she asked hesitantly.

“A fun one.” he said, grinning.

He led her out to the car park.

They parked outside the hotel he’d taken her to before. He grabbed a bag from his boot – a now-familiar sight – and held her hand again as they checked in and went to their room. As soon as the door was shut he pressed her against it, kissing her. His hands explored the familiar lines and curves of her body, squeezed her breasts, brushed against her ass.

He stripped her slowly, eyes devouring every inch of her skin like he’d never seen it before. He left her bra on, sucked her nipples over the material until she was begging him to take it off.

“Not yet sweetie. You have to wait for the others.”

“The others?”

“I persuaded Tim and a few friends to come see us.” Read more »

Taken: Part 3

Miss calls you downstairs.

“Get your shoes on honey. We’re going for a walk.”

You eye her nervously. Every time she’s taken you out like this, you’ve been used by a lot of women. Repeatedly. Which you’ve come to enjoy… But this isn’t a party.

“Shoes, now.” Her tone brooks no arguement.

You put your shoes on.

You follow her through the streets, before she makes you stop and blindfolds you. She takes you by the hand and leads you through a larger, echoing space, filled with the sound of footsteps, laughter, chatter. People are everywhere around you. Sometimes there’s the clatter of a kitchen, or music accompanies you as you walk, coming from either side, or above randomly.

She leads you onto an escalator, telling you when to step on and off, through a dizzying amount of corridors. The music fades, the crowd lessens. She sits you down on a bench, places something around your neck, and removes the blindfold.

You find yourself in a quiet part of a shopping centre, with a sign around your neck. A sign that says ‘free use’. Read more »

Proving Her Worth Part 2: Friday [boss/employee]

The bosses door had been closed all day. She was getting increasingly nervous as everyone began preparing to leave. He’d been cordial, but no more than to everyone else, and acted like nothing had happened. And she couldn’t tell if it was because they were at work, or because he genuinely didn’t care. Didn’t know if her impulsive actions had put him off.

When he stuck his head around the door and looked at her, something eased in her chest.

“Could you stay behind a sec?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, sir.”

He gestured her into his office. She stood there as he gathered his things. As soon as the last person has left, she was pressed against the door, his lips against hers and his hands in her hair. They kiss deeply, lingeringly, until they eventually had to come up for air.

He pulled away. “So, I’m free now… If you still want that date?” He grinned.

Half an hour later, they entered a quiet bar. He paid for her drink, despite her protests, and they found an empty corner, partly out of sight of the other patrons. Read more »

Bred

She hurried up to the house, tucking the coat tightly around herself. Rang the doorbell as she shivered in the cold, praying he’d hurry up and answer.

The door opened and he pulled her inside, kissing her deeply.

“They’re coming in half an hour. Are you ready?”

She opened her coat, showing him that she was wearing nothing but lingerie beneath. He helped her out of it, hands brushing over bare skin and lace. He couldn’t keep his eyes from her, her perky little breasts, full lips, that incredible ass. The elfin face, those expressive eyes that showed that she was very pleased with herself right now.

“They’ll love you, baby. All three of them.”

She bit her lip. “Three?”

“Four, including me.”

She lit up. He couldn’t help but grin at her excitement.

“Go and wait upstairs. I’ll call you when they’re here.”

The time passed slowly, but eventually she heard male voices in the hallway downstairs. She leapt up from the bed, hovered in the doorway excitedly.

“Baby, come meet my friends,” he called. Read more »

Teaching Her a Lesson Part 5: The Test

She sat in her now-familiar place on the desk. Topless. At least it didn’t hurt to sit anymore. It had – for a week. Just as promised.

Her collar waited on the desk, her dignity outside the door. All was as it should be.

Until the wrong man walked through the door.

Not Sir, but another of her professors. Mr Woods. He stared at her, wide-eyed. Her heart stopped.

“Miss Harris, this is highly inappropriate!” He exclaimed.

Sir walked in. Somehow, he didn’t look suprised to see the other man, who turned to look at him. “Why is your student half dressed in an empty classroom?”

“Drop the act Tim, no one’s around to catch us. Classes are over.” He said calmly.

‘Tim’s’ lips twitched. “Why isn’t she fully undressed?” He mock-demanded.

She stopped shaking, looked between them uncertainly.

“On your knees, sweetie,” Sir said, without acknowledging him.

Swallowing, she dropped to her knees obediently. Sir collared her, tipped her chin up with a thumb so she had to look at him. Read more »

Taken: Part 2

Miss shakes you roughly awake from a light doze.

“Get up and get dressed,” she tells you, quickly getting ready herself.

You do as you’re told, darting glances at her out of the corner of your eye. She only ever acts like this when there’s a party. And for the first time since that night, she’s taking you again.

Excitement begins to build in your chest.

The drive is longer this time. You shift impatiently in your seat.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Nothing, Miss,” you mumble, staring at your legs. You drum your fingers on the back of the other hand instead.

“Can’t wait, can you?” She teases.

You flush.

Miss pulls up at a new house. It’s larger than the last; you’re in a more expensive neighborhood. Nerves tangle with the excitement as you see that most of the windows are lit up.

You enter, are greeted in much the same way as last time, but by a new host, a thin, willowy blonde with a gentle voice. They talk around you. Read more »

Proving Her Worth [boss/employee]

She walks through the office hurriedly. Almost late to a meeting, and she hates not being punctual. Especially for him. She arrives at her boss’ door, knocks and waits. Tries to smooth her skirt and hair, with a little success before:

“Come in.” His low, deep voice rumbles through the air. She enters, still breathless and flushed, and shuts the door behind her.

He glances up from his laptop, briefly takes in her appearance, looking a little longer than necessary. He gestures at a chair. “Please. Sit down.”

She sinks into the proffered seat gratefully, looking at her hands to stop herself staring. Her flush deepens. Her boss is an attractive man, a fact she’s yet to get used to, despite his frequent wanderings around the office.

“So. Your first performance review.”

“Yes sir,” she said, nervously shifting in her seat.

He clears his throat, looks at her surprisingly warmly. “How do you think you’ve been doing?”

“Well… I think. I get on with my colleagues, I’m managing to keep up with my work. I… I love my job.” She admits. Read more »