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I sat on the couch staring over at Daddy. My body aching with want and need. After my little stunt in the kitchen, I had gone three whole days without sexy. Three, ENTIRELY to long, days filled with teasing and denial. Three days of watching him please himself without even the slightest hint of release for myself. Even one day without sex is torture, but three… it’s been straight up hell. I know I would be punished for breaking so many rules in one go, but the outcome was almost worth it. I live for pleasing Daddy, and I knew he liked my little surprises such as the one that landed me this particular punishment. However, Daddy was enjoying this punishment a little too much for my liking. Making me watch while he would stroke his big, thick cock, my mouth salivating the entire time and without so much as a taste of him. It was pure cruelty on his part. In addition to the torture, I was being subjected to, I was left uninformed of how long this abuse would continue. I knew that a little spanking wasn’t gonna suffice as punishment for those indiscretions in the kitchen, but this was just… unfair. My mind and body were screaming out for him, and he knew it. So, there I sat, crisscross yogi-soss, on the couch, just staring at Daddy. My eyes filled with yearning and pleading, my body aching for him, and my little heart fluttering with adoration.
He was sat back comfortably, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. I caught the occasion glimpse of a sweet, wet pussy on the screen, a pretty girl, fully exposed to the camera, and a few lovely pairs of boobies and I smiled. Thoughts of getting another girl for Daddy and I to play with danced through my mind. I tried, in vain, to push dirty thoughts from my mind while I admired Daddy. His strong arms and hands, that delivered such rough and almost violent punishments, were capable of some of the gentlest caresses that ever graced my skin. Although he totally rocked the dad bod, I knew there was strength that often left me speechless and giggling, lifting me and tossing on the bed, pinning me up against the wall while he filled me ruthlessly. I stood at only 5’1.5” and I claimed every centimeter of that height. Daddy all the time found my preciseness amusing when we were talking about how tall I was, yet he towered over with ease. I especially enjoyed his tattoos; I don’t think I can pin down exactly what I found so attractive about tattoos, but the more a man had the more I wanted to just reach out a touch. Like sparkly things, I was simply drawn to them. Daddy had his fair distribute of them, and I had to actively withstand reaching out to touch him. Instead, I simply looked down at my cute dress.
I was almost completely exposed, much like many of the girls on Daddy’s phone. I, on the other hand, had an incredibly adorable pair of lacy pink, cheeky panties on. They were incredibly soft and the cutest shade of pastel pink. I was made to think of cotton candy, maybe a few shades lighter. These were my favoritest panties, not because of their adorable shade of pink, or because my butt looked simply amazing in them, but because of the cutest little bunny tail printed on the back of them. I couldn’t help but smile just thinking about it and it made me want to jump up and wiggle my butt and play bunny, right here on the living room floor. My adorable, light purple dress just absolutely encouraged the idea. I guess you could say it was really a white dress, however, the sheer amount of tiny pastel purple flowers ensured that was not the case. My long dark hair still held the soft curls I put in it earlier in the morning and hung gracefully over my shoulders. I suddenly felt adorable and wanted even more to go grab my cute pink and white bunny ears out of the bedroom and just be as tiny and cute as any real bunny could be.
These thoughts had my little quickly rising to the surface and my heart fluttered and I wiggled in place, an massive smile stretched across my face. I played with the hem of my dress, admiring the way the sweet purple of the flowers complimented the pastel pink of my panties. The tanned skin of my legs just made the muted colors pop out even more. My toes were painted a dark royal blue and adorned with delicate rings, two on one foot and one on the other, a dainty silver anklet with the tiniest heart charm graced the ankle of the foot with only one toe ring. I was quickly slipping away from Daddys horny, sex hungry cum slut and his ridiculously silly little princess was taking over.
I was suddenly intensely aware I was being looked up and lifted my head to see Daddy staring at me quizzically. He was certainly amused by something, yet all I could do was smile and giggle in his direction.
“Yes Daddy?” I asked in my cutest little voice.
He simply shook his head and continued to watch me. He looked back down at his phone and my eyes followed his. A girl’s bare body filled the screen. Her skin looked soft and supple, she was tanned, and the adorable butterfly belly ring and silver nipple ring reflected the smallest glare back at the camera. The mystery woman’s face was just out of frame, but a few clues left little to doubt that I knew whose body was on Daddy’s screen. First and probably most obviously were the tattoos, two paw prints decorated her chest, the nipple ring on her right boob, the butterfly belly ring, a scar on the right side of her tummy from an emergency appendectomy 20 years ago when she was 10 that healed awkwardly and was a source of embarrassment for her. That was my bare body on Daddy’s phone. How long had he been looking at my photos, I thought.
I again realized Daddy was looking at me. His eyes held a certain edge and I struggled to place the cryptid look he had on his face. He stood in one graceful motion, muscles activating in different areas, and I admired each of them as my face went flush and I struggled to take a breath. He stood motionless for only a moment before he stalked over to stand directly in front of me. Although I watched his face and upper chest while he walked the few steps from his place on one couch, adoration filling my heart and widening my smile, I was firmly aware that my little, who had only moments ago been fantasizing about prancing around like a bunny, was now no where to be found. That familiar hunger had taken over yet again, and I couldn’t withstand my eyes dropping from Daddy’s unrecognized expression to the impressive bulge in his jeans.
The slap across my face was sudden and sharp. A squeal of surprise erupted out of me, and tears immediately filled my eyes. A split-second later Daddy had my chin in his fist and jerked my head to look up at him.
“Little girl.” He said and I couldn’t quite distinguish whether or not it was a question or the beginnings of a statement. The sting on my cheek may or may not have had something to do with this as my mind was spinning and struggling to settle itself. “You were a very bad girl the other day, weren’t you?”
Ahhhh there was the question.
“Uh huh.” My eyes wide and glistening with the beginnings of tears.
Daddy released my chin and slapped me across the face again. Immediately catching my chin in his grasp again.
“Why don’t you try that again.” He spoke, his voice a deep dominating sound that silenced my second cry of shock.
“Yes Sir. I was Daddy.” I struggled to speak with my jaw in his grasp.
“You know you need to be punished, don’t you?” He growled at me.
I could feel my response leaving my lips and I wished desperately I could stop it from happening, but it was to late.
“More?” I whined. I couldn’t even feign surprise when Daddy slapped me again and regripped my chin. I felt a tear spill over and rush down my cheek halting at Daddys fingers. He didn’t even have to speak this time. “Yes, Daddy. I know, I know Sir.” I stumbled over the words barely getting them out enough to form an even semi coherent statement.
His thumb gently caressed my cheek while my chin rested in his hand. He bent down only slightly and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” His voice softer but still held the edge of intensity that ignited that fire deep in my belly.
I smiled again, my cheeks still wet from the few tears that spilled out and I tried to nod my head in Daddy’s grasp.
“Yes Daddy, always, always Daddy.” I looked up at him, love and lust encompassed and filled me.
“You want Daddy’s cock princess?” He spoke tenderly. The words almost not matching the tone with which they were spoken.
He reached down with his free hand and rubbed over the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes Daddy, uh huh, yes I do Daddy.” My words urgent and needy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. A great hunger crashing down over me, and I was wanting and ready for anything and everything he was about to unleash upon me. Any punishment he saw fit, accepted with a eager eagerness to not only take but want and need.
I watched with only my peripheral vision as he slowly undid his belt leaving it in the loops. My eyes never leaving his, yet I was intensely aware of every movement he made below the belt, so to speak. With his one free hand he undid his button, and I could see, even with my limited view how hard his hard dick strained against its denim confinement.
It wasn’t until another sharp, sudden slap stung my cheek, that I became aware my eyes drifted downward to focus entirely on the movements of his other hand.
“My eyes are up here princess.” He spoke in a stern, yet almost joking tone. If my face hadn’t stung so badly, I might have even giggled.
“Yes Sir, Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Are you mine princess?” He asked firmly.
“Yes Sir, Daddy.” I tried again to nod but his grip held tight.
“You beautiful little girl?”
“Yes Sir, Daddy.”
“My filthy little slut?”
“Yes Sir, Daddy.” My voice became rougher. Hungrier.
“Daddys perfect fuck toy?” He looked at me intensely and my body reacted, nipples hard, goosebumps raising, and panties getting a nice little wet spot.
“MMMMMMMM Yes Sir, Daddy.” I arched my chest up towards him wanting to feel more of his body on mine.
“You use and abuse, however I want?”
“Yes Daddy, Sir, Daddy.” I whined out. Need having completely overtaken me.
He squeezed my chin tight forcing my mouth open.
“Stick out your tongue.” He demanded and I obeyed.
He spit on my tongue and if it were for Daddy’s strong hand squeezing my chin and forcing my mouth open, I would have eagerly swallowed it. It took immense amounts of will power to fight the urge to lick my lips and do just that.
“Don’t you fucking move unless I fucking tell you to. Do you understand slut?” He growled down at me, as if he knew how hard I was struggling to fight the urge.
I looked up with him, my face red from his hands, tears in my eyes, his spit dripping down my tongue and all I could do was beg with my eyes. My breath ragged and unsteady, my heart pounding, my absolute need for him consuming every fiber of my being. I needed him, my hunger for him burning throughout me and filling me with a fire that a million days and nights of the most intense passion couldn’t sate.
He spit in my open and waiting mouth again, slapped me hard across the face again, grabbed a fist full of my long dark hair and shoved his huge dick as deep into my throat as it would go. Shock exploded through me, I wanted to cry out in pain, tears streamed down my face, my breath caught in my very full throat. I didn’t even have time to register his dick was fully out before I was gagging on it. Struggling to get a breath that his dick had denied me. One hand still holding my chin, the other in a fist in my hair as Daddy fucked my throat. Forcing every single inch of himself down my throat, he let out moans and grunts as if taunting me that he was able to while I struggled helplessly to catch even the tiniest inhale. Daddy’s grunts and moan as well as wet sucking sounds were all that could be heard as saliva filled my mouth, well that and Daddys hard dick.
On impulse I brought my hands up and pushed against Daddys thighs. Desperate for a breath and gagging on his throbbing cock and our mixed saliva, tears streamed effortlessly down my face. Daddy let go of my chin and pull himself from my throat. I inhaled deeply, watching the thick ropes of spit stretch from the head and shaft of his dick to my mouth. Drool leaking down my chin and landing on my chest.
With his fist still in my hair, he yanked me roughly off the couch. Only his grip in my hair kept me from smashing my face into his knees and/or the floor. I struggled to clamber to my knees in front of him.
“Hands behind your back princess.” He ordered and I obeyed. “Tongue out.” Another order followed by instant obedience.
I attempted to control my breathing and slow it down while he slapped the head of his dick against my tongue, then my cheek and back to my tongue. I was almost completely successful before he plunged himself back into my throat. Spit oozed out around him, my hands holding opposite elbows behind my back, tongue out as far as I could maintain, tears flowing from my eyes, the distinct sounds of throat fucking filling the room, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and my occasional moans (when my throat wasn’t too full to expel them), while Daddy used my mouth, fucking my throat like as if it were a hole in his very own fuck doll. Which I guess, technically…
I felt fluids leaking out of me from all over. My mouth flooding with spit, absolutely mixed with Daddys yummy precum, tears in my eyes, and my tender little cunt as wet as I imagine she could be. Daddy pulled his dick from my mouth slapped me hard across the face and immediately replaced his dick back in my mouth. My face ached, and I desperately wanted more.
After only a few more deep thrusts, Daddy pushed as much into my mouth as he could and held it there. My eyes widens only slightly more as I tried to accommodate all of him in my mouth and throat. It was only a moment before I started choking, he did a few deep thrusts and pulled out of my throat, allowing me to gasp loudly at the air to fill my lungs.
“Stand up.” He said, although he was already tugging me upward by my hair. I stumbled to my feet, my legs weak and unsteady. I barely had my footing before Daddy released my hair from his grip and grabbed the bottom of my dress to pull up and over my head. As the top hem rubbed against my face, I could tell it was soaked through with my spit. Yet I barely had time to finish processing the wondered when Daddy shoved me back down onto the couch. He spun me around into his favorite position. My head hung off the edge, my feet up on the back of it. I felt him grab violently at my adorable panties and my little immediately jumped to the surface.
“NO DADDY PLEASE NOT MY BUNNY PANTIES PLEASE PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE DON’T RIP THEM PLEASE.” I cried out begging for my favoritest panties to be spared in his rampage over my body.
I could see him stop and think about it for a moment. That insatiable, primal, beast he had set free on me and my mouth today, pausing to consider the options.
“Ok princess, not the bunny panties.” I leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead before easing them down, or better yet, up my legs and off me. He leaned over me and placed a soft kiss on my swollen clit, a small flick of his tongue, another sweet, barely there, tease of the flesh, kiss before straightening back up. “Now shut the fuck up, hands under your ass, spread your fucking slutty fucking legs and open that filthy fucking mouth, so I can continue to use that wonderful little throat of yours.” He slapped my now bare tits hard and a cried out.
Daddy took that benefit and cramming every inch of his throbbing, stone hard cock down my throat. He was absolutely ridged, and it felt as through his dick was trying to escape through my throat. While his cock claimed my throat his hands claimed my body. Squeezing and slapping my tits so hard there was no way I wouldn’t be absolutely COVERED in bruises. Slapping and squeezing my thighs and hips. Slapping my swollen clit before plunging his fingers inside me. I was helpless to him. He groped, slapped, squeezes, pinched and pulled. I cried out at every opportunity, but my focus remained on his cock, pumping in and out of my mouth and throat.
His fingers sunk deep inside my needy little hole, using the palm of his hand to push against my clit while he fingered me. I felt the immense pleasure spike immediately and new I wasn’t gonna be able to hold back. My hips bucked wildly while his fingers filled me. I wanted to moan, to scream out, to beg Daddy to let me cum, to beg for that sweet release, but I refused to stop taking him in my mouth.
“You wanna cum for Daddy you filthy fucking whore? You beautiful fucking slut, you wanna bust all over Daddy’s fucking fingers, don’t you?” I could hear his sense of urgency, and knew he was close. He knew I couldn’t respond and clearly didn’t care. “You’re my favorite little fucking cum dump baby. Look how good you take Daddy’s cock in your throat. Fuck.” He moaned a shoved himself as deep as he could, holding himself there. “I want you to fucking cum while you choke on my cock whore. Show Daddy what a filthy little slut you are. Show me, now slut, cum all over Daddys fingers. Do it, right, fucking, now.” He emphasized the last three words and with that I again, immediately obeyed. I couldn’t cry out; I couldn’t moan or beg or scream. His cock stayed firmly in my throat while I gyrated uncontrollably against his hand. Another rough, hard slap with his other hand and he pulled himself from my throat. I cried out still cumming so very hard on Daddys fingers.
“Stick you fucking tongue out, swallow Daddys fucking cum, slut.” He said as he stroked it hard and fast. I barely had to chance to stick out my tongue before a thick rope of cum landed on my chin and in my mouth. I hungerly licked my lips and opened my mouth for more. Another full shot hit my chin and neck before he put it in my mouth.
“Suck it slut, get all Daddys fucking cum, yes fuck, I love that little fucking whore mouth.” He groaned as two more shots hit the back of my throat. I sucked gently, my tongue swirling over the tip and licking every single drop I could manage. His grunts subsiding as he eased himself out of my mouth.
I licked my lips and swallowed again, trying to steady my breathing, as it was the first real moment I had true and complete access to fresh air. Daddy leaned down and kissed my forehead, placing his hand under my head and gently helping me up to lay out on the couch. My body ached, burning and stinging and throbbing from the barrage of abuse he delivered unto me. My face hurt, my jaw was sore, yet I still smiled, although lazily, up at Daddy.
“You are such a good girl for Daddy, princess. I think that will do for your punishment.” He kissed my head again, so sweetly and softly, I felt butterflies erupt inside me. “Does princess want a juice box?” He smiled at me and I nodded.
He walked out of the room and I took the time to relax my body and calm my heart. He returned with a cool cloth, a capri sun and a small cookie. handing me the capri sun he used the rag to wipe me down and ease the burning of my skin. Occasionally giving me little bites of cooking. and kisses.
“Thank you for not tearing my favoritest panties Daddy.” I smiled up at him.
“Of course princess. I wouldn’t want to destroy your favorite panties” He kissed me again and stood up, covering me with a blanket before turning to go to the bathroom. “Get yourself some rest, Daddy isn’t done with you yet sweetheart. I am going to take a shower, then we will watch our show for a bit ok?”
“Yes Sir Daddy Sir.” I sassily replied with a smile before closing my eyes and allowing sleep to take me.
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