11/2/2022

One said “Daddy’s Good Girl,” and the other said “Daddy’s Cum Dump.” The cold metal bulbs sat heavy in my palms as I handed them to Daddy. A mischievous gleam played in those heavily lashed eyes as he weighed the metal plugs from hand to hand.

“Mmm,” he growled, as he let the pink Good Girl plug dangle between his fingers. “This one is so fucking cute. Lay down on your stomach.”

I do what Daddy says. I all the time do.

I hear him moving behind me, and then a cold wetness plays across my asshole as he spreads the lube where he knows it will help the most.

“Put your ass up in the air,” he commands. Forearms remaining on the mattress, I obey. He is kneeling behind me, softly rubbing my cheeks.

I feel a slow firm pressure, and I involuntarily buck forward, my ass tensing at the new sensation, and my hips flattening to the mattress to pull away. A fear spreads through my body at the unknown, and he has to remind me to relax and raise my hips again.

My ass once again raised and ready, the pressure returns, and I can feel my body give, allowing the firmness to spread my ass open and enter me. My poor aching asshole grows wider and wider as the bulb reaches it’s widest point. I clench at the bedsheets, trying to discover purchase, to brace myself to keep from coming undone at the sensation of being fully owned. Is Daddy proud, as I let him probe my ass?

Just as my hips begin to fall and my body starts pulling away, I feel the pop of the plug and the release of the pressure as it passes the apex and fully enters me. My ass is gripping the neck of the plug, and it sits there half in and half outside of me. The only part visible now- the pink shiny “Good Girl” for Daddy to see.

He twists it, adjusting it so the writing is situated correctly, and I writhe. One hand on each cheek, he spreads them slightly, admiring his work.

“How does it feel?” he purrs in my ear. God, it makes me weak in the knees.

“Good,” I manage to whimper.

His fingers slide into my wet pussy, rubbing at the plug through my walls, feeling it inside of me. I moan at his touch, now more frantic and firm.

One quick motion, and his cock is rammed deep inside of me, hands on my hips. I groan as I feel the plug digging deeper into me when he buries himself to the end.

He tells me that he can feel the bulb with his cock in my pussy, and I am assured by his stiffening that this is true.

Pain subsides to pleasure as I am filled entirely. I am a good girl. I am HIS good girl. Daddy has been talking about owning my ass for months now, and we have finally started the training. No one else has owned me like this. No one else has even dared attempt to tame me. And, right now, there is no one else that I would want to. I am his, alone. To use, to abuse, to train, and to own.

I am overwhelmed at the feeling of both holes being filled- it has all the time been a dream of mine. I feel so full, and grateful of the training I am receiving.

He starts to slide in and out, in and out; our bodies rocking together. I can feel the heavenly shift of the now warm plug as our bodies sway and my pussy stretches. His cock is rubbing on the hard bulb through a thin membrane, and I have to hold back a squeal of delight at the wondered.

He has mentioned bringing in another man, so they could both enjoy me together. Oh, the delight of me not having to ask for what I want, and to have a partner who understands the depths of depravity I wish to sink to! I long to sit on his cock, buried deep in my pussy, so he can watch the look in my eyes as another man enters my ass, filling my holes beyond what my sanity can bear. My body will shift and clench on his cock, in response to each thrust of my ass being reamed. And he will see the look in my eyes- a mixture of lust, surprise at how good it feels, and the fear and shame of wondering why I am letting them do this to me. I hope he sees that look, and kisses me. Hard.

He is fucking me harder now, and I am noticing the plug more and more. He pauses and pats the mattress, ordering me to put my face down. I do, and he forces my hips to the bed. I am laying face down, flat on my tummy with my legs together, when he straddles my thighs. He once again adjusts the orientation of the plug, and fear sets in as I wonder what he is back there plotting and planning.

He gives a tiny tug on the plug, but it isn’t going anywhere. His palm on the plug, I can feel him use his thumb and first finger to spread open my pussy, just below the shiny “Good Girl” that is puckered between my cheeks. I shiver in anticipation at what will be either pain or pleasure. Or, even better, a mixture of both.

He enters my wet cunt. A long, slow thrust. As he buries himself deep inside, his pelvis presses on the “Good Girl” situated between my cheeks, sending waves of painful pleasure throughout my body. I am pinned to the bed, too scared to move, too scared to know what the plug would do to my little asshole if I dared to fight him off or push back. So I tense up and stay as still as feasible.

He withdraws, and begins pounding my pussy. Each sinful filling of my pussy also brings forth the plug sliding deeper into my ass. Like a painful tandem fucking, it is like when he fucks my pussy, by extension, he is also fucking my ass. Each thrust splitting me open, pushing the plug deeper again, pushing the disk of the plug against my asshole, bumping against me, knocking on my back door.

I lay still as I feel his pace quicken.

“Do you like that, you little slut? Daddy’s little slut likes getting all of her holes filled, doesn’t she? My little bitch,” he growls.

I cannot speak from the pleasure and overwhelming feeling of my body being used so thoroughly. I simply groan and say “uh huh.”

He braces himself with his hands on my asscheeks, and spreads them slightly so that his hips can give a more direct pressure to the plug with each thrust. I am unable to escape. My Dark Daddy has come out to play, and it is both breathtaking and frightening experiencing him in his fearsome glory, taking what is his. He is giving me the pain that I crave, and it scares me when I wonder what he will take next.

A few quick and hard strokes, and just when I think I won’t be able to take any more, he holds it in, filling me completely with his hard cock. Is it feasible for my pussy to still have room to stretch? It is feasible, and it does. I feel my walls stretching, accommodating his length and fullness pressing against the hard steel in my ass.

He pulls out and sits back on his heels, smoothing my ass and toying with the plug. He takes a long time, admiring it. And me. And I am left with a surprising sense of sadness that it is over. Dark Daddy got to come out and play. Now my Daddy is sitting there, admiring what I just endured for him. He soothes me, whispering how good I did at taking it. He kisses my ass, and moves my hair away before he brushes his lips against the nape of my neck, all while whispering soothing words in my ears. I feel the comfort of his hot breath on my shoulders, as he rests his body on mine. I turn my head to him, and see peace on his face. It is what I wanted.

He whispers that he wants to give my ass a break, and wants to take the plug out. I am given the option of removing it myself, or having him help me with it. I take a chance, and ask him to do it. With a tender touch, he tugs on it and it easily slides out. Why do I already miss it so? Feel so empty without it?

He gets me both a wet and a dry towel to clean off with, and I am grateful for his thoughtful care. I watch as his lithe and strong body paces around the room, tending to my needs. The confidence in his step is effortless, purposeful, and fucking sexy as hell.

He rests back on the pillows, reclining with the smug look of someone who knows he is in charge, and keeps secrets close to his chest that only he knows. His chest… I lay my head on it, draping my leg over his torso. He plays with my hair and whispers to me, lips brushing on my forehead, telling me that I am his good girl, and that I made him so proud with how well I took it.

I lift my chin, gazing wide eyed up at him through my lashes, and see the soft curve of his lips as they glide and form words of comfort. I see his tender sparkling eyes, so full of life, desire, and control looking back at me, meeting my gaze. It catches my breath, my Jonah.

We lay in each other’s arms, stroking, rubbing, our fingers entwining, twirling to feel each other on the delicate tips of each finger. I watch those sweet lips dance as we talk about life, plans, hopes.

My hand, resting on his hipbone, grazes his cock, and I can feel the air in the room grow heavy as he shifts his weight and groans at my touch. With one swift movement, he is on top of me, fingers inside, spreading my wetness in preparation of my next delicious fucking.

He turns me to my left side, and places my right leg over his left shoulder. I watch his face as he enters me, and I can tell that he is enjoying watching mine, as well. I am in ecstasy. He watches my breasts sway, matching each movement of his own body as it builds inside of me.

I wondered that I had met all sides of my Daddy. But this is a new side, one that I hadn’t wondered of meeting. It takes my breath away as he slowly grinds into me. His face is soft, his eyes kind and filled with adoration. How did this new side express both devotion to me feeling good, while also taking what he wanted? I watch him move his hips in methods that were not focused one me, but on what feels good to him. This is fun, playful, even. And he looks so gorgeous looming over me, fucking me with such long strokes. As I am filled relentlessly, our eyes meet.

Our eyes meet.

Our eyes meet, and we hold each other’s gaze, neither one wanting to look away, both of us drinking the other one in and getting drunk on the drowning intimacy of that moment.

Our eyes meet. And I am flashed back to the first time my eyes saw his eyes, as he approached my car with a stalking trepidation. Once he was in my car, I turned to look at his face up close for the first time, and those eyes told me that I am fucked. I was in trouble the second I met his gaze and saw the intelligence, kindness, passion, and inner playful child dancing within those honey eyes framed by thick lashes. It took me so off guard, the feeling of meeting someone for the first time that I have known forever, that my hand instinctively reached for his face and cupped his cheek in my hand, rubbing my thumb along his cheekbone. All within a few seconds of meeting him. It was hopeless to withstand.

Our eyes meet. And he smiles at me. All of the air disappears from the room, and I have to remember to breathe. That boyish smile- so genuine, so pure. Without manipulation or agenda. It was a surprised pure joy, and it traveled like lightning bolts through my chest, my heart. And I couldn’t help but smile back.

I discover myself at a loss for words to describe what this feels like in my body, this moment of raw intimacy as he smiles at me. I just know how it makes me feel in my soul. I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be, in this moment, with him, experiencing this. The only fear that I feel in this moment is the fear that I am getting in deeper, allowing my soul to feel too much. That I, in the flash of a smile, feel a punch in the gut, knowing how I am bound to get hurt so badly when all of this ends, but am not eager to walk away from my feelings for him. Not yet.

He finishes inside of me, filling me until it spills out. He scoops his cum out of my sore pussy, and I lick us off of his fingers. He kisses me, deep, our tongues intertwined swapping his cum back and forth, rubbing together so silky smooth until it disappears.

Once again, I am laying on his perfect chest, tucked under the crook of his shoulder with his arm around me, holding me so tight. I watch his mouth move up close as he speaks, in wonder of the way his mind works, and so grateful that he likes to discuss the big things in life with me- death, family, love, religion, sex, and humanity.

My ear rests against his heart, hearing the beats mixed with his words as they both growl through his chest like the rumbling of a rolling thunder that I could swear that I have heard before. I play with the stubble, and smile deep inside as I listen to him open up to me. And I remember his smile. Our eyes met.