“DADDY!!”
She woke with a start, a bit of panic. Her dream. He had fallen off of a balcony or platform or … it was so hazy. Her fear… a scream. And then waking.
“Daddy? You’ve never called me that before. Or was someone else in your dream.” He said as he reached for a glass on the nightstand. She was naked but not cold. Laying with her arms and chest across his mid-section. He was in his boxers and handed her the glass. She was parched and it was juice. It was good and cold and she gulped it down.
“Easy, easy, not so fast” he said as he eased it away from her. Her eyes still wanting more. He set the juice down and picked up another with water and brought that to her lips. She took more time with those sips. The droplets of condensation dribbling on his belly.
More awake now she squeezed her ass from inside and reveled in the feeling. She could easily tell she was used but wasn’t sore and drifted back to the orgasm and high. >Was that sub-space?< She wondered… if it was she wanted more and with her tenderness all over, that want made her wet again.
“Who is your daddy, needy girl?” His tone wasn’t filled with envy and he knew the answer to begin with.
“It’s you Sir. I was dreaming and I saw you fall… off of something. It made me sad and scared, Sir”
“Daddy?” He queried again. “You’ve never called me that”
“I know…” she said as her fingers made circles on the drink sweat drippings on his skin. Her arm purposefully inadvertently brushing on his cock under his boxers “… may I worship? … Daddy?”
“And who would be worshipping her Daddy? His little girl?”
“Daddy’s little princess would… Daddy”
He thought quickly and realized something had changed in her. Was it the recent separation? The orgasm? Another layer had been peeled back. She was more vulnerable than before. He could hear it in her. And although he had never considered being anyone other than Sir… this new layer, this new vulnerability… was appealing to him.
“Then worship my little princess”
And with that she pressed her lips to his belly and began slowly smothering his skin with soft loving kisses.
The worship he had taught her was different than other Doms she had tangled with. He defined it to her as an extended pleasure session performed by mouth and hand. It was the only time she was granted free will to use her hands on him without command. The purpose wasn’t to make him cum but bestow copious amounts of pleasure on his cock, balls and ass. Making him cum would result in punishment. If she heard him utter “suck”, it meant he wanted to cum and often the worship lead to that. Many other times it progressed into a mouth and throat fucking which meant the end of her choices to please.
But for now, she could, in effect, edge him with impunity.
She laid her cheek on him and rubbed down and up on him through his boxers. He wasn’t hard yet but she loved the feel of him. She undid his button and then turned on her belly to lay at a right angle to him. Reaching down under the waistline with her left hand and up his right leg with her right. Her hands crossed and closed on his balls and shaft at the same time. His balls cupped in her hand felt heavy and full and she kneaded them gently as her other hand took his base and squeezed. So thick and getting thicker. She eased off and lowered her hand and squeezed again as she lifted. He groaned. Low and deep and she felt her sex tingle at his approval. She worked him through the hole in the front so she could watch him get harder and harder. Mesmerized. She wanted him in her mouth before he was completely hard. She wanted to feel him pulse and surge and grow. She opened wide and tried not to touch him as she sank her mouth down on him. The edge of her lips grazing him as she lowered. Closing her mouth around him made her herself whimper. So long since she’d felt him, tasted him and now here he was. She held him there, inside her and pulled suction on a good four inches of him while her hand squeezed the other half of his glorious cock. She felt his heart beating inside it. And with each beat her mouth became more full. Gently she squeezed his stones and he contracted in response. Harder.
So much harder.
Keeping that suction she pulled off of him and admired his glistening head. Keeping her lips tight she went back down, making his hardness open her mouth. She locked onto his tip and pulled her hands free. Never removing her lips from him, she rose to her knees and hands, crawling between his legs and then gripping the waistband of his boxers. She pulled them off and returned her mouth to him. The tip again, holding it and rubbing her tongue forwards and backwards on his frenulum. Darting, licking digging at his sensitive undertip. Another groan … more wetness between her legs. Pulling off of him, she turned her head to the side. Her lips on the side of his base, sucking, sliding upwards and then back down again. Her hand pressing him to her from the other side. At the bottom, smacking his hard cock on her tongue and face, three, sometimes four times and then positioning her lips on a new place on him.
Up, down
Up, down
Up, down
Slap slap slap slap
Up, down
Up, down
Up, down
Slap slap slap
She worked every inch of him this way again and again.
She tried to make his hardness bruise her tongue
Dragging her tongue down the long underside, circling around and around one of his full balls and back up again. Sinking down, down, down on him after each pattern. Down to where she gagged on him and then dragging her tongue again and circling his other nut. Those circles after the deepthroat becoming a suckling of each of his jewels. Eventually becoming sucking both of them in her mouth as she jerked his spit soaked cock in her hand. She jacked him hard and felt his balls tightening in her mouth. He was close. She wanted to taste him and guided his dick pointing down and sucked at him. Rocking her body to fuck her own face. Faster, faster… she tasted his sweet precum, so close…
“Stop” he said. And she did so immediately. “Move on”, his command.
She pressed her face deep into his high inner thigh and flat tongued his skin. It tickled slightly and the glorious manly musky scent of his crotch matched the salty taste of him there. She pinned his cock against his belly and ran her tongue from one side to the other under his balls. Back and forth. Back and forth. His skin the perfect mix of shower and sweat, clean and masculine. Her side to side tonguings changing from a U shape to a Y as she gripped his feet and bent his knees. Returning her hands to his cock and stroking him as she lavished his taint and asshole with attention more and more with each pass. She loved his mouth on her and loved returning the sensations even more. His groans were regular… steady and she wanted his cum. She rose to his cock again and just before she attacked his cock with her mouth, “please fuck me daddy” escaped her lips. On the third hard stroke of her mouth he gripped her hair and held her head in one place.
>YES< she thought
>FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME< she screamed inside
And he pumped his hard cock into her. Beating her throat deep and hard. Stabbing her with his hardness between her lips. The gagging, the sweet painful gagging made her grip her pussy as he stayed deeper and thrust harder. Until he twitched and spasmed. Holding her down tight on him as he lost control. His balls contracted with force and again and again, emptying into her. Too fast for her to swallow. His thick cum flooded her mouth and throat and spilled out around the seams of her lips on him. More and more. He released her and after a breath or two, she commenced to clean him up with her mouth as she was taught. Sucking his cock slowly in between lapping up his sweet, salty seed. To her, the taste of him was pure love.