Author's note: this fantasy depicts adult characters, well over 18 years of age, in a consensual nonmonogamous DD/LG relationship.
I've been thinking about it all afternoon. For days, really. I should have told you about it before. I'm sorry, Daddy. I always try to be good but sometimes it's so hard.
I've been thinking hard about you, hard. i have this fantasy, Daddy. About you sitting at the desk, headphones on, gaming. Sitting back, watching videos. About you talking on the phone. And all the while, I'm at your feet. Between your knees, really. Staring hungrily at your cock, begging you for it. I love Daddy's cock so much. I love it in my mouth, the feel of it hitting the back of my throat as I gag. The shape of you as I suck on the head, as I wrap my hand right around your length. The taste of it when you slap it against my face and I beg you to let me have it in my mouth again. I love all cock, and pussy too, but Daddy's cock is always my favourite.
What I've been thinking about most is you on the phone. Talking to Liz while I beg you with my eyes. Then you pull yourself out of your shorts and cover the phone, whisper that I know what you want, and I do. Daddy wants his Good Girl's mouth.
I open wide and you shake your head as you talk to Liz. I know that that means. Licking you all over, I spit shine you til your cock glistens in the low light of the lamp, til my face shines wetly. You wrap your fist around my hair and pull me back, looking for the string of saliva that stretches from your cock to my lips.
"Good Girl," you mouth, before returning to your conversation. I suck on your head, slow and measured, while my hand grips you. Even then there's an inch and more, untouched, so I dip down, laving every succulent bit of you as I go. Bubbles froth everywhere and you say something about your shorts soaking up the moisture but I'm lost to what I'm doing and have no idea if you're talking to me or Liz. I don't care; Daddy's cock is my world right now and I savour every glorious inch. I'm moaning now, and have no idea if Liz can hear me. I don't care. At some point, that becomes part of the fun. It's not just the liquid pooling, falling from my mouth, as I work you with my mouth and hand, dripping down my wrist and onto your leg and shorts and oh yes your chair that's what you were talking about before okay I get it now but Daddy, Daddy I need your cock, Daddy. It's the noise of me sucking it; the sound of it sloshing and me gagging; the moans deep in my throat because I want it so bad. I have it in my mouth but it's not enough anymore. I'm squirming, moaning, and you know exactly what I need. You fist my hair that little bit tighter til it hurts, push me down until I gag and moan and inhale noisily through my nose, crushed as it is against your crotch.
"You know what Daddy wants to feel. Come on, Good Girl. Give it to Daddy." And I do know. You've put the phone on speaker at some point, how long ago I have no idea, and now that your other hand is free you wrap it around my throat, choking me even as your other hand pushes me further onto your cock.
"What are you doing? Is Joy there?" Liz's voice echoes down the line, but I can't parse the words. I'm too busy cumming, dripping with it even as you drip with my saliva, and I keen, the high pitch muffled but distinct.
"Yeah, she's here, but she's busy right now. Her mouth is full." And Liz moans and swears because she wants Daddy too. Your hands relax and you pat the side of my face with your palm, slapping it a couple times until I come up for air, still spasming and moaning with want. "Joy, say hi to Liz."
I pant, then clear my throat and try again. "Hi, Liz. How are --"
