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It’s honestly comical how well manicured his house is considering all the filthy things that go on inside its walls. The fresh cut green grass makes it seem like the perfect, average American family. And the well maintained inside makes it seem like the people who live there are all well mannered and disciplined. But fuck if that isn’t SO far from the truth.
Despite the welcoming atmosphere, my nerves are always so jumbled when I come to visit him. My heart beats a little faster. My palms sweat a little bit more. And my insides always seem so mixed up and anxious.
“The front door is open,” he texts.
My pulse quickens as I realize he’s ready for me. I can’t stop thinking of all the things we could do today. Will we suck each other off? Try a bit of anal? Maybe I’ll sit on his face or try reverse cowgirl for the first time? I don’t know what to expect but fuck if I’m not excited to find out!
As I walk through the threshold my pussy throbs a bit in anticipation of what’s to come. The air is thick already and we haven’t even touched each other. He calls me into his office at the back of the house. I walk around the corner of his kitchen and he asks me how my day was. Probably trying to ease me into our session. I reply back in a mild mannered way, asking him the same. He’s typing out an email for work when I walk in. He tells me he’s almost done and to take my clothes off so he can see my pretty pink tits while he works. I do as he says and slowly take off my shirt so he can see the pink bralette I wore just for him. Then I pull down my skirt and show off my matching panties. He takes me in, looking me up and down as he tells me how fucking sexy and beautiful I am. He tells me to get down on my knees in front of him and I obey.
I spread his knees apart while he looks down at me from the chair and fuck….he’s so hard already. My undies get a bit wet as I imagine him shoving that perfect cock into my taint and coating my insides with his Cum. He turns just a bit to his side to finish his email and I gently pull on his shorts as he raises his hips for me to pull them down. His dick springs out of his underwear and I moan at its size, knowing exactly how much it’s going to stretch me out later. We lock eyes as I slowly open my mouth and take him in. Just the head at first. I swirl my tongue around his slit and then spit on his balls to lube them up real nice. I take hold of his sack and start rubbing him as I go further and further down on his cock with my mouth. God, he’s so big! My eyes start watering and a few tears escape the corners of my eyes as I try to take in as much of him as I possibly can.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good. I missed you so much this week. Don’t stop.”
He’s begging me at this point. I double down and pick up my pace as he grabs my hair and slams my throat down on his lengthy cock. Salty tears are now cascading down my face as he uses me like a sex toy. I gag a little too hard and have to pull myself up to get some air. I look up to find him taking a picture of me. My mascara is probably running but I don’t even care. I ask him if I look good in that and he replies that I always look good in the pictures he takes. I smile and lick him a bit more while he finally finishes his email. His small moans and the hand he occasionally places on my head make my pussy tingle as I think about getting spread open by him.
After what seems like forever, but is probably only a few seconds, he finally shuts down his computer and looks at me again. I pull off of him as he tells me to join him in the bedroom. I obediently walk after him and watch as he shucks his shirt off onto the floor, his back muscles convulsing as he does so. He’s now completely naked and i love it. I grab my purse from the dining room table on the way there. I brought something this time that I think he’s going to love.
He tries to push me onto the bed but I resist and tell him he needs to stand in the corner so I can show him something I got for both of us. I can see the frustration rising in him but he does as I say and waits patiently as I unclip my bra and let my tits hang freely. His eyes dart downward as he takes himself in hand and starts pumping his cock slowly. I see him swirl his thumb on the tip of his dick and know I only have a few more minutes before he spreads my pussy open and takes whats his. I reach down into the purse on my left side and pull out a pink collar and leash. His eyes glaze over a bit as he realizes what it is I’m holding in my hand.
I let the purse fall to the floor. The thump reverberates around the room as we stare at each other in silence for a couple of heart beats. He asks me if that’s what he thinks it is. I tell him yes and that I want him to put it on me. As tight as it’ll go. He’s still pumping his cock but stops so he can walk towards me and take hold of the collar. He tells me to turn around and I follow orders like the good girl I know I am.
I feel metal on my skin. The cold shock of it lights up my spine and I shiver with my back towards him. He notices and asks if I’m alright. He can be such a sweet daddy sometimes…I let him know that I’m fine. Just a bit cold. He finishes clipping it on and wraps the chain around his fist. He pulls it, hard, and I gag instinctively.
He pulls my body in towards him and starts kissing the right side of my neck softly. I feel his tongue dart out and wet my skin before he gently bites it, leaving behind a small red mark. The scruff of his beard scrapes against me in the most delicious way possible and I can’t help but let out the most pitiful sounding whimper. God, I love when he kisses me there. My Moans fill the room as he lets go of the chain to take both my nipples in hand and twist. He continues to kiss down my neck while keeping up the motion and I can’t help but to squirm in his grasp a little.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter underneath my breath after a particularly hard tug.
“What is it baby?”
I have to laugh a bit when he asks me this. He knows exactly what I’m responding to. But my daddy really does love to hear me talk. So I tell him what he wants to hear. That I love when he plays with my nipples. That it’s making me so wet and desperate for his cock. His chuckle is light yet somehow the most evil thing I’ve ever heard. Like he’s planning something and doesn’t want to tell me what it is. It makes my nerves stand on end as I wait for him to tell me what to do next.
I don’t have to wait long. He takes the chain in his hand again, the large metal links brushing against my back. It feels so nice against my flushed skin. My daddy wraps his hand around it twice and the clanking of steel stirs something primal inside me. He tells me to be a good girl and sit on his bed. I start to walk towards it but before I can take even one step forward I am abruptly pulled back and feel him slap my ass so hard that I’m sure it’s left a bruise.
“No! Not like that. Get down on your hands and knees.”
“I’m sorry daddy,” I moan out in response. My pulse rises even more as my knees hit the hardwood floor. I lay my palms down as well and slowly start my way to the bed, the metal chain swaying with my every movement. Once I hit the edge I look back at him and ask if it’s ok to get on the bed. His eyes bore into mine as he sighs heavily and tilts his head. He looks positively psychotic in this state. There’s no emotion behind those dark ebony eyes. It’s As if he lacks any sort of humanity. And yet, I can’t help but wonder why that turns me on so much.
“I’m not sure you deserve it after what you just did,” he says, “I kind of think you need to be punished. And if you take your punishment well, then maybe you can get on the bed. And maybe, I’ll fuck you like the bitch you are.”
He seats himself on the edge of the bed and tells me to climb onto his lap, my backside facing him. I hop up and he asks me what a fair number would be.
“Ten…”
“Twenty it is. And I want you to count out loud. If you mess up or don’t respond fast enough then you start over. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
I should have known he wouldn’t let me get away from my punishment that easily. He’s always been stern that way. Sometimes I think he enjoys the sadistic side of our games a little too much. But with the way my body reacts to it I can’t really judge.
I see him lift his hand in the air, the veins in his forearm seem to bulge in the midday sun that peaks in through the open windows. His hand swings down fast and hard, the first slap landing on the most sensitive part of my upper thigh. I gasp at the pain instinctively, but blurt out the first count. He raises his hand again and comes down on my ass, even harder than the first time. The echo of his slap bounces around the room, filling my ears and making me moan in both pleasure and pain. God, I don’t know if I can handle eighteen more of these spankings. I’m already on the verge of crying.
“Two…” I whimper.
“Good girl, you’re being so good for me today. I’m going to pick up the pace. Don’t lose count.”
He grabs me by my hair with his other hand and pulls my head up and back so that my back is arched and I have to lean on my palms to keep myself steady. His hand is like fire on my thighs and ass as he rushes through the next sixteen slaps. Each one burns more than the last and by the time he’s down to the last two I’m crying again from the pain and humiliation. He stops at number eighteen and softly caresses my buttocks with a tenderness he’s not yet shown today. He softly kisses it and asks if I’m ready for my last two. I know these are going to hurt the most and I mentally prepare myself for their arrival. I sniffle a couple times and nod my head, just wanting to get this part over with.
He tightens the grip on my hair, eliciting a moan from me and distracting me for a brief moment from the pain on my backside, before swinging his massive hand once again on my left cheek. The pain is enough for me to actually cry out. A couple more tears escape as I mutter out Nineteen. Then, finally, he swings down his last hit on my other cheek. The sting is so raw and powerful that I just know I’m going to be feeling it for a few days.
My daddy releases my hair and tells me to scoot off, onto the bed. I sniffle and wipe a couple tears from my face as I do what he says. I climb off of his lap and shuffle onto the bed, turning around to face him as he reaches for my collar and gently pulls me closer to him. My knees walk forward until I’m right in front of his chiseled chest. God, I love how strong this man is. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue darting out to lick my lower lip, as if to ask for permission to take it further. I open my mouth so that our tongues can meet. The slippery wetness of his kiss turns me on even more as I imagine it in other places. He cups the back of my head as we’re still making out and gently leans me back on his sheets, his body hovering over mine as my legs spread out for him.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy,” he tells me as he pushes my panties to the side and feels how wet my slit is. He sticks a finger inside me and curls it, the sensation making my toes curl and leaving me wanting more. He’s looking right at me to see my reaction. He pumps his finger in and out of me, slowly, teasingly, until I crack and ask him for more. He chuckles lowly, stopping his movements all together, but still leaving the finger inside.
“More? You’re going to have to be a little more specific. What do you want baby?”
“I…I want you to make me feel good. I want…another finger and your tongue on my clit. Please, daddy!”
At this point I was starting to squirm, my pussy throbbing around his finger as if begging for more. And I know he felt it too. I can see it in the way his eyes glaze over as he looks down to where our bodies meet.
“Do you feel like you deserve it?”
“Yes.”
“And why is that? Why do you think you deserve it and not, say, my girl?”
I can never tell if I like when he brings his girl up or not. I love the taboo of it. I love feeling like he’s picking me over her, even if it’s just in this way. But of course, then I’m reminded that I have to share my daddy. And that really just pisses me off. But nonetheless I need him to make me Cum so I say exactly what it is he wants to hear.
“Because I took my punishment well. And because I love you better than her, fuck you better than her, and more importantly, I’m the only pussy you cum in. Isn’t that right daddy?”
“Fuck…yeah that’s right baby.”
I can see the desire in his eyes increase as he leans down and kisses me passionately, our tongues fighting for dominance as he rests his hips on mine and starts grinding. After a brief moment he leans up again and scoots to the edge of the bed, pulling my hips down with him as he settles himself between my legs. He pulls my panties off and flings them to some corner of the room, leaving me naked and wanting at the edge of his bed. He wastes no time in taking my clit into his mouth and drawing small circles around it. I feel my head hit the bed as I let him take care of me. I can feel two fingers prodding at my entrance and I widen my legs even further to give him more room. He curls his thick fingers in tempo with his tongue and I start to imagine what it would be like if his girlfriend walked in on us like this. His head between another woman’s legs as she cries out in pleasure on their shared bed. It’s absolutely atrocious for me to feel this way and yet I can’t help but get closer and closer to finishing as I picture it.
The garage door opening but us not caring. I picture myself knowing that she’s about to walk through the door but wanting to finish first. I picture myself saying, “She’s coming, she’s coming, she’s coming…she’s…she’s…”
“Oooohhhh FUCK!”
I shout out into the quickly heating room as my first orgasm rips through me. My thighs squeeze his head as I let wave after wave of euphoria flow from me, a brief bit of guilt coming with it. But it’s quickly replaced by desire as he leans up a bit and spits into my pussy like he knows I love. He pushes up further onto his knees and lines himself up with me and pushes forward, his head stretching me out in the most delicious way possible. He pulls my legs up and to the sides as he tells me to hold them there. He wastes almost no time and forces the rest of his lengthy cock into my body. The shock of being filled so quickly makes my breath stop and I look up to see him staring down at me. He hasn’t started moving yet. We lock eyes and he takes my nipple into his mouth before slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth, slowly, at first but then faster in rhythm. He lets go of my nipple in favor of my mouth and I can’t help but drop my hands from my legs in order to hold his face instead. His beard feels so scratchy in my palms and I shiver as he releases my mouth to suck and bite on my neck. He knows that’s my most ticklish spot and I giggle as he leaves a couple hickies for me to remember our time together by.
His hips are still rolling at a steady beat as he pulls back and tells me to hold my legs again. I do as he says and he pulls out briefly to look at my creamy pussy. He sticks his two thumbs in it and spreads it open so he can see just how wet it is for him. He mutters about how much he loves this pussy. That he can’t believe it’s all his. He spits in it one more time and briefly licks my clit. The action causing a tremor in me as I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm he gave me. He sits back up and tells me he wants me to ride him.
He lays down on the bed and I practically jump on his lap. The chain from my collar falls down onto his chest and he pulls on it lightly with one hand as I get settled on his cock. We both let out a moan of pleasure as my heat surrounds him once again. His other hand is grabbing at my thigh, his nails digging in as I start slowly rolling my hips. Our moans fill the room as I pick up the pace, my tits bouncing with every movement. My hands grab the headboard and he pulls on my chain in order to get me closer to him. I release the mahogany wood and kiss him again while still bouncing on his dick.
“Whose pussy is this,” he asks.
“Yours daddy.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the only one allowed to Cum in it. And because I’ll always come back to you.”
“Fuuuuck,” he moans out. “I love you so much baby. Promise you’ll always come back. Even if you get a man.”
His words turn me on like no other. The thought of coming back again and again, even when I shouldn’t. God, it drives me crazy how much we love to fuck each other. And I know he doesn’t really love me. I’m not even sure I really love him. But I do care for him enough to say it in bed, knowing that it turns us both on to be giving ourselves to someone we’re not officially with. I hope the feeling never ends. I ride his dick even faster now, my thighs starting to burn from the pace of it.
“I promise daddy, I love you too. Yours is the only cock I want cumming in me.”
Our words turn into heavy breathes and whimpers as we continue our tryst. Our mouths lock occasionally and a few curse words escape our lips as I change the tempo every thirty seconds or so. I can’t have him cumming too fast after all. I only get this once a week.
He stops my hips after a while and tells me to hop off and get on my hands and knees. I follow orders and place myself in front of him. He lines himself up behind me and takes hold of the chain once again. He pulls it, hard, at the same time he thrusts his dick in. I choke and gasp for air as he sets an abusive pace that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He’s relentless as he uses his free hand to hit my already red and bruised ass to watch it jiggle and convulse. My vision becomes slightly blurred by the lack of air and I feel my walls tighten at the thought of being choked out to the point of my vision going black. However, I suppose I’ll have to wait until next time as I feel him lighten his grip and pull me back into him so that I’m halfway seated on his dick. He then lays down on his back and brings me with him so that my back is to his chest. He releases the chain completely, the once cold metal now hot from our lovemaking, and hooks his arms underneath my legs and spreads them. His cock is still seated inside me and he thrusts up into my wet pussy with even more vigor than before. He’s close, I can tell by the way he gets more frantic.
“Touch yourself,” he tells me.
I reach down to touch our juices, the salty wetness providing the perfect lube for me to rub my clit with. I rub circles into myself in time to his thrusts, his panting and moaning in my ear and the beard that’s scraping against my neck making me feel ready to burst a second time.
“You want my Cum baby? Want me to fill you up like a fucking whore so you can carry it around all day?”
“Yes! Please, please, please, please, please! I need it daddy, please!”
Fuck I’m so close! I just need him to fill me up, I need to have all of him.
“Take all of it baby…I’m cumming…F-FuCK!”
I feel his Cum paint the inside of my cunt as his last few thrusts hit me so deep and so hard and it’s really all I need to be pushed over the edge once again. I cry out with him as my pussy creams and pulses over and over and over again. We lie there, panting and trying to get our bearings. I feel some of our Cum start to leak outside of me and I quickly wipe it with my hand and taste it. I moan out at its saltiness and I can feel his eyes watching me.
“We always taste so good together,” I say.
He chuckles lightly and releases my legs, letting them fall over his as I rest on top of him for a brief second. I roll down off of him and lay my head on his chest. We sit there in silence for a moment just enjoying the feeling of each other. But of course, it never lasts all that long and after about fifteen minutes of pillow talk I drag myself from his arms and get dressed. He follows suit and offers me some water and asks if I’m feeling alright. I tell him I am and accept the water. We talk for a few more minutes as I finish up my drink. It’s funny, it kind of feels as if we are friends when we’re like this. Which, I suppose we are. In a weird way. Once I’m done drinking, he walks me to the door, always making sure I have all my stuff, and wraps his hands around my waist as he pulls me in for one last kiss. My arms are around his neck as I try to make the moment last just a bit longer.
“I love you,” I say. Im still unsure if I mean it.
“I love you too,” he tells me. I’m still unsure if he’s lying.
I turn around and he tells me to have a good day. I tell him to do the same and I walk out his front door, the ring camera always in my peripheral and always on my mind. I walk past his well manicured lawn and hop into my car. I give his house one last look before blasting my music and driving off, my pussy filled with his Cum and planning to always be back for more.