Author: whoreventures

I dropped down to my knees with excitement, eager to throat his cock. My top comes off because it’s about to get messy. His cock feels so good sliding into my mouth as it hits the back of my throat. My eyes are already watering and I’m trying to control my gag reflex.

Daddy deserves this.

His scent drives me fucking wild, and I can’t contain myself. I need him. I open my mouth as wide as I can, wrap my lips over my teeth and massage his cock while also gripping his shaft with my right hand while my left hand clings on to his body. My pussy is tingling, dripping. I increase speed as I feel his hand on my nipple. An overly eager slut, I long for his cum. I feel his dick hitting the back of my throat, and my gag reflex gives in but his hand is now holding my head in place. I can feel the vomit coming up. Embarrassing. Good, obedient sluts let nothing get in the way of their Daddy’s pleasure. I try to swallow it back while I suck. I can feel the cum mixing with everything in my mouth. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Read more »

I scrolled upon a photo of a woman with clothespins on her pussy and marks on her ass. Her Master did that to her. I thought about my own. Thinking about Daddy makes me instantly wet.

I wish I was on all fours being degraded and spanked. I felt the urge to touch my soaking wet pussy, but I hadn’t been granted permission. I kept staring at the photo, and finally I decided to share that with him.

It’s not up to me what happens to my body, I have given my body to him. Truthfully, I’ve given him all of me. I feel tingles down my spine just thinking about it. I am lucky to be his. The luckiest.

He sees the message.

“I saw photos of a disobedient slut. Her master put clothespins all over her pussy and had her on all fours for some serious spanking that left her very bruised.” I felt tingles.

“And you want to tell me that your flesh is at my disposal in the same manner when I choose?” He replies. Read more »

I saw his attention was taken by her. She was short, petite, and tan. Her face was masked, but I could tell i wouldn’t like it. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t about me. This was about Daddy’s connection to her.

I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her. I envisioned her wet pussy dripping on his cock. My mouth watered as I imagined what she tasted like. Her face no longer mattered. All I focused on was her wetness on his cock. The sound of him longing for her to make him cum.

I could see his body tensing up while she rode his cock. I would be sitting on the edge of the bed as she pleased him. She would look at me while she rode his cock trying to make me jealous, and the energy would make me increasingly turned on instead. I can feel myself soaking the sheets underneath me while I’m just begging to touch myself.

Daddy says I’m a bitch, but he’s always the moody one. I have a difficult time even in my fantasies deciding what he would allow. I’m going to say with her he would make me wait for satisfaction. He might let me touch everywhere but my clit. He enjoys watching me squirm. Read more »