The moment I walked in my front door, I made a bee line to the bathroom. Following my experience at the adult shop, my thoughts were still racing a million miles an hour, and my dick had been rock hard in my pants the entire drive home. I needed some sweet release. I needed to feel full, powerful, sexy. I needed a nice cock to play with. I needed DADDY'S cock. Again. And again.
Unfortunately the closest thing I had was the dildo I had just purchased from my new friend Sarah. I wasted no time sticking it to the shower wall and getting down on my knees in front of it.
I imagined it was daddy's cock stuck there to the wall, commanding my attention. I reached out, grabbed it and stuck out my tongue. I gave my taste buds a few good slaps with the underside of the dildo, then wrapped my lips around the head and let out a nice long moan. It felt so good having my mouth full again, even if it wasn't quite the real thing. I was more than eager to continue my cocksucking training.
Up and down I bobbed my head on the dildo, each time getting it further and further down my throat. After just a minute or two, if I had to guess, I had it about as far down my throat as the man in the adult theater. Looking down over my nose at the remaining length of the dildo, it dawned on me how much bigger Daddy's cock was compared to the lucky stranger who I had sucked off just 30 or so minutes ago. It was going to take some determination on my part to be the cocksucker Daddy asked me to be.
With renewed vigor I continued bobbing my head up and down, taking the dildo further and further down my eager throat. I was starting to learn how to relax my neck muscles, how to swallow at just the right time to adjust to the size, and perhaps most importantly, how to breathe through my nose while I had this thick cock down my throat. 30 minutes in, my nose was up against the wall and I was thrilled. I was officially a good little cocksucker, ready to swallow Daddy's thick treat all the way down to his beautiful balls.
In celebration, I let out a long moan before fucking my own throat repeatedly with the dildo. I felt like such as good little slut. And good little sluts deserve a reward. They deserved to be filled!
Standing up, I reached over to the bag containing my haul from the adult shop and pulled out the large bottle of lube I had been instructed to acquire.
Lathering up this piece of rubber just right, I turned my back to it and backed up my ass until I felt the dildo resting on it. I grabbed it by the base and lined it up with my waiting asshole. It was still a little sore from when Daddy had his way with me earlier, but at this point I had thrown caution to the wind long ago. I was officially cock drunk, and needed to be sated again.
Slowly backing up onto it, I relished the feeling of light pressure up against my rosebud. Then I felt a slight pop as the head slid past my barrier. I let out a soft moan, relishing in the feeling of having a thick cock stretch my hole again. But it wasn't enough. I needed to be filled to the brim.
I pushed my hips back further, sliding it deeper and deeper into my lubricated hole. Before I knew it, my asscheeks were against the wall and I was overcome with the glorious feeling of being properly stuffed. I was in heaven, and my knees began to shiver. It felt so good. I could only imagine Daddy standing behind me, my asshole now completely enveloping his thick member. Exactly like he expected from a good sissy like me. Now it was time to fuck him like a good girl.
I started out moving my hips side to side, grinding against my dildo. Slowly I brought my hips forward, feeling it slide out of me inch by inch. The smooth shaft slid its way out of my asshole until the crown of the head was the only thing keeping it form exiting me. I pushed my way back down, moaning softly as I savored the transition from being completely empty, to filled back up again. I continued to move my hips forward and back, fucking this cock slowly at first before picking up speed.
With each thrust, I noticed that I could feel the head of the cock brush over my g-spot, sending a quick shock through my abdomen and up into my balls. Before long, I was able to locate point at which the stroke rubbed it just the right way. Each time it would send shockwaves through my body and make me feel all warm inside. It was wonderful.
I shortened my hip thrusts in order to hyper-fixate on that one perfect spot, quickly bringing me to a point of no return. My cock began to gush, shooting ropes of cum out in front of me uncontrollably. It was by far the most incredible orgasm I ever had.
I stood there in a daze for a short period of time before slowly pushing myself away from the wall and sliding the dildo slowly out of my quivering hole. Upon its exit, I immediately noticed how empty I felt. The feeling stuck with me as I turned on the shower and cleaned myself and the dildo, absent mindedly stroking it with the soap under the warm streams of water.
I was missing something. I was missing Daddy's cock. I was beginning to fear that I would never feel complete unless I was experiencing that level of pleasure. Wrapped in only a towel, I made my way into my bedroom and looked at the clock. Friday at 10:14pm. Daddy was expecting me in the gym on Monday.
How was I going to cope until then? Only a few minutes removed from having been properly filled, and I was already craving it again. I made a plan to rest for a little while, make myself some food, then resume my training.
I honestly don't even remember what I made to eat that night.
45 minutes later I was back on the floor, dildo stuck to the wall, shoving it down my throat again. For the rest of the night, and the majority of the weekend, I alternated between sucking and fucking this dildo the best I could.
I fucked it up against the wall, backing my sissy ass up onto it. I stuck it to the tile floor and squatted on it, riding it entuhsiastically. I stuck it to the edge of my tub and gave it a nice little lap dance, practicing my twerking while sliding it in and out of me.
By the end of that weekend, I felt like an absolute pro. I fell asleep on Sunday night with a huge smile on my face, knowing that the next day I'd get to show Daddy the new gifts I had bought, and the new skills that I had learned. I couldn't wait.
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Work on that Monday was a total blur. The only thing on my mind was getting to the gym. I had made sure to pack my new clothes, my wig, and of course my makeup into my gym bag and triple checked that it was in my trunk. As soon as the clock hit 5pm, I was out the door and on my way to get a workout.
Into the locker room I went with a big smile on my face. It grew ten times over when I turned the corner and Ryan was standing there in all his glory. He was standing with his gym bag under his arm, talking to a tall, muscular black man. I walked up to him and stood there expectantly, not saying anything that would interrupt their conversation.
To my surprise, Ryan stopped mid-sentence when he saw me.
"Oh hey! Perfect timing. I was just telling my buddy Mark here that I made a new friend recently." He said with a smile.
I looked over at Mark, who had now extended his hand face up as if I was some sort of dignified lady who was to present her hand to be kissed by a suitor or something. It threw me off at first, but as I brought my hand to his he grasped it lightly and gave it a soft shake. It really did make me feel like a princess of sorts. I looked down briefly to hide the blush in my cheeks.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said in a deep voice.
"Mark and I were actually on our way back to my place. We're going to have a few drinks. Do you want to join us after your workout?" Ryan asked with yet another irresistible smile.
Of course I did.
