Pleasing Daddy

The feel of your fingertips tracing the soft curve of my lips is electric. Like every nerve in my body is connected to that single spot. So much so that I miss your words the first time. I do, however, notice the look of amusement followed by a stern lift of your brow.

My flush is instant and spreads over my cheeks, my nose, down my chest, to the top of my breasts.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" My voice is breathless, I barely recognize myself.

Your fingers slowly trace down my chin before twisting, long fingers gripping my jaw as you lift it and force my eyes to meet your own.

"Pay attention, pet. Be here with me. In this. I'm not going to repeat myself after this." Your voice is tinged with something I had never heard from you before, I can't place it. I just know it's addictive and I want more.

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, voice small and needy.

Your smile returns and you turn my head with the hand gripping my jaw. Leaning down, your mouth presses against my tender ear as you whisper back.

"I said, I want your mouth."

My body comes alive the moment the words click in my head. I suddenly know that the only thing I want in the world is your cock in my mouth, in my throat.

I nod and instantly start to move, driven by purpose. I make my way down your body, lips pressing reverent kisses along the way, nipping at spots as the mood takes me.

Then you shift and I am between your legs as you lay back on the bed, looking down at me.

Looking up at you with wide eyes that are hazy with want but focused on you entirely. In this moment, as I press forward and nuzzle your hard cock into the softness of my cheek, my mind stills and I feel ready to be molded by you.

"Good girl." One of your hands grips my leash gently, a tug just to remind me of my place. The other touches my cheek and then slides into my hair. "Show me how much you want Daddy's cock."

I close my eyes the same moment your tip passes my lips, tongue flattening as I start to suckle on you. Just the head in my mouth, my hand busy sliding up the velvet length of your hardness, I feel anticipation for what is about to occur.

'Daddy! Daddy's cock! Serve Daddy. Daddy tastes good. I belong to Daddy.' my brain chants and I cannot help but concur as I press forward, feeding myself your flesh, massaging my tongue gently against the veins on the underside.

"Good girl. That's it. That's all you need to think about. My hard cock is what you need. This is your place. Just a toy for Daddy to use."

Your words slam over my mind, crashing like the surf, knocking my legs out from under me. The last of my resistance washing away with the tide.

Time to drown in you.

My mind loops, like always. A never ending torrent of thoughts and emotions and needs. But here, between your legs, they have more simple aims.

Eyes closed tight, ears ringing with your words.

I wish you could hear me, inside my mind, in this space.

As I slide further, your tip nudging my throat, threatening to cut off my air supply, my mind swirls.

'Thank you, Daddy. Want all of Daddy's cock. Daddy. Daddy....'

It loops. A chant of worship. Praise, gratitude, desire.

Further down, no more air can fill my lungs but I feel in this moment that I could sustain on your cock alone.

'Toy for Daddy. Make Daddy feel good. Daddy. Daddy.'

Your cock is in my throat now and I gag involuntarily but only move even further down. Finally my nose hits your public hair and I gag on the full length of your cock.

My eyes water. My stomach churns. My head spins.

And quiets.

I gag again and then finally lift myself, gasping for air even as I keep your swollen cockhead between my lips.

I kiss your head, then down your length. You feel harder than before, girthier. I lick up and down, my tongue a dance of worship as I lick and taste.

"That's it baby, that feels good."

I looked up at you, eyes wide and glazed over. Cock drunk. "Did I do good Daddy? Kept you inside so much longer that time than I ever could before!"

I sound breathless, small, hopeful.

Your hands slide into my hair as my soft lips brush feather light kisses up and down your cock. You are coated with thick spit from being inside my throat and I relish the feel of it. I press soft kisses down to your sack before nuzzling my nose into it and letting a soft "mmm" of appreciation out. I open my eyes and peek up from under your cock, catching a glimpse of your face before my tongue softly licks out to press against your balls.

Your returning smile is enough for my euphoria to engulf me again.

"Yes, my sweet babygirl. You did so good. Took me so deep in your throat and kept me there."

Ripples of need course through me and I surge into action, licking from your sack to the tip of your cock, wrapping my lips around you, and then sinking my mouth down.

The slide is wet, hot, and doesn't stop until my nose is mashed into your groin.

"Good fucking girl. Serve Daddy's cock. Keep it down. Oh fuck, baby that feels so fucking good. Suck Daddy with your throat."

Your cock feels bulky as my throat molds to accommodate. It is heavy and overpowering, the shape of you. The totality of your ownership over me.

All the while my head loops and whispers, 'Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

Several long moments pass before the need for air and the discomfort in my throat starts to even be noticeable to me.

Even more tick by before I gag and swallow a bit to fight back my body's inevitable reaction.

And then I'm pulling up. Off you.

My throat feels instantly empty, something missing that made me feel whole. But I focus on breathing, looking up at you as a line of spit connects the head of your cock to my lips.

Once the urge to wretch passes again, I press back down, filling my aching mouth to bursting once more.

I count slowly backwards from ten.

'Daddy's cock owns me.'

Nine.

'This is where I belong.'

Eight.

'Daddy loves using my throat.'

Seven.

'I'm a slut for Daddy's cock.'

Six.

'Thank you, Daddy."

Five.

A twinge of doubt rears its head. But I try to refocus. 'I hope Daddy is enjoying this...'

As if you sense my shift, your hand is suddenly in my hair, pressing me down, claiming my throat just a half inch deeper.

And again, I am lost to anything but your needs.

Four.

'Daddy's cock feels so good in my throat.'

Three

'I hope I get to swallow Daddy's cum."

Two. A gag, the reminder of the need for air.

'Let Daddy use me.'

One.

Your hand relaxes and I take the chance to slip up and catch my breath.

I notice it's less desperate. I am adapting to needing less air, the further I float away, the more you sustain me.

Pride fills me, a tingle from head to toe that only grows as I gaze up at you with adoration and see it returned with a lustful, almost feral expression.

I barely register your cock thrusting back down my throat, so lost in the storm that has engulfed my mind.

'Nothing matters.

Nothing but Daddy.

Nothing but Daddy using my throat.

I belong here.

This is my place.

Serving Daddy.

Pleasing Daddy.

A toy.

Daddy's personal little fuck toy.'

I am lost. I hear your voice, shining like a lighthouse to my raft as I brave this storm.

I try to listen but feel barely real as you start to use me more roughly, demanding more of me with each round of forcing your hard, swollen cock down my tight throat.

I don't know how long passes, but eventually you remove your cock without filling me again and as I leaned forward to take you back inside me, you grip my hair and hold me away from you.

My swollen lips barely brush the head of your cock and I feel myself whine, wondering why the center of my world is being held just out of grasp.

"Can't cum like this. Need your pussy, baby."

As your words click, I set to action. Scrambling from between your legs, I turn onto my back, lifting my legs and presenting my soaking wet cunt to your view. My hands grip my ankles as you climb on top of me, guiding your heavy, almost bulging cock into my slippery, hot hole.

You massage my thigh before gripping, shifting me and pressing me down at the same time as you sink to the root inside me.

My moans are uncontrollable, unrecognizable to my own ears, guttural and pushed from deep inside me.

Eyes squeezed shut, I feel my pussy clench, baring down. My muscles are taught, every inch of me lost in the feeling of being full of you after being so achingly empty.

I'm drifting over the edge, both feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

'Daddy is using me. Daddy loves my pussy. I'm making Daddy feel good. I am just a hole for Daddy.'

Your light slap on my cheek brings me back to you, eyes opening and locking onto yours.

"That's it, you stupid little slut. Pay attention to me. Look at me while I fuck this pussy. My fucking pussy. You understand that?" You practically coo the words at me, tone sweet even as you call me names.

Your hand grabs my slack jaw and forces my head up and down in a mockery of me responding to your question, your cock never stopping its punishing rhythm inside me. Every stroke bottoms out, forcing me to stretch and take every hard inch of you.

You grunt and tighten the hand on my jaw, bending your head toward mine as your voice drops to a dangerous tone. "That's it. Just a good, dumb slut. Lay there and let me fuck your brain away. Focus on me. My cock. Ohh fuck, good girl-"

Your words are cut off as you let go of my face, both hands going to my hips and using my flesh to create leverage. Your cock slams into me as I cum so hard that my eyes roll back, my mouth open in a silent scream. You feel it though, every clench and squeeze. The gush of squirt that leaves my body as my climax soaks us both, causing the sound of your continued pounding to become obscene. I half hear the string of curse words and dirty talk that leave your mouth before your pace starts to stutter, your groaning becomes guttural.

I feel every single twitch of your cock as you fill me with cum, your hips flush against my body as you push your spend as deep inside me as you possibly can. You fill me, mark me inside where I cannot be rid of you.

'Daddy owns my pussy.'

I smile to myself at this thought, pussy twitching. The delicious feeling of being full of your cum and the slight softening of your cock stokes my need slightly, ever addicted to you.

"Hey," your voice is soft and I immediately open my eyes and meet yours. "Check in."

"Green," my voice is horse from your use, a dopey smile on my face.

Your answering smirk is enough for another twitch to ripple through my cunt. You must feel it too because you chuckle and press deeper into me for a moment before slowly sliding out of my soaked pussy.

You lay on your back again as I watch, my body still flushed and calming down.

"Clean up your mess."

It's a simple order, but I feel it in my clit as I instantly move between your legs again.

Soft licks start on your balls, tongue slipping through the slick mess of our mixed fluids. I am lost instantly again.

I lap at your sack for about a minute before moving to your mostly softened cock. I slowly, gently take you between my lips, tongue bathing your skin and swirling to clean you.

One of my hands slips between my legs as I suckle on your cock, easily able to take the entirety of your softened length in my mouth.

My fingertips slip over my swollen clit easily, quickly. It's only a few quick circles before I tumble over the edge again. Releasing a soft moan. You reach down and stroke my hair and cheeks as your cock muffles my noises.

Once I come down, I slowly lift my head and look up at you.

Your eyes search my face and I know what you must see.

Swollen lips, flushed face, messy hair.

My eyes lower in embarrassment for only a second before your hand is on my face, forcing my eyes to yours.

"Good girl."

I tremble a little in happiness, finally feeling satiated.

'I am Daddy's good girl.'