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| dusted |
He's tall, over 6 feet and fit. I think he does MMA. Oh and he's boring. We're lying on my bed watching Bourne, I'm only half watching because nervous about later. Suffice to say, I don't want it to happen. I'm doing it for you. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this and I don't think I can go through with it.
He's talking nonsense, he always did. I was never interested in his brain just always kept going back for his bedroom skills. The difference is I don't want them tonight. I only want you. It's not an option, you will get what you demand. After all I know exactly how to get what I want out of men like this. I've already decided to let him come to me, the thought of pouncing and feigning interest is too much to bear. This way I can at least be passive.
Bourne lasts forever and I say I'm going to lie down because my head hurts. I lie back and pull my jeans down slowly over my hips to expose my green and white flowered thong. Kicking them to the side I arch my back to pull my jumper over my head so he can see my matching bra. It's a cute set. I sent you a photo of me wearing it, do you remember Daddy? I slowly pull myself under the covers, turn my back and wait. I don't have to wait long.
His breath is tickling my ear and making me nauseous. I don't want this, not at all. Fleetingly I think about lying to you but it's useless. I know I can't. Instead I let him run his hands down me and in return I push against the erection in my back. It takes me a while to turn around and kiss him and when I do I force myself against him to try and convince myself I want it. It's not working.
My bra is off and my hands are at his boxers. His cock is straining against the front which makes me smile at the effect I always have on him. Easy, so easy. I run my hand down my stomach and into my cunt. I'm soaking, it's disgusts me that even now, you manage to have this power. I use it to my advantage. "Feel how wet you've made me" I breathe into his ear and grab his hand. His fingers move easily inside me and I groan. He was always so good with his hands. My breath is catching and in my hurry to get this over with I'm trying to wrench off his boxers.
He laughs as he helps me saying he loves how I'm so eager. Coldly I ignore him and pull him inside me. My breath leaves in a whoosh as I forgot how big he was. The right noises come from me anyway as I push back against him. We fuck like this for a while before he pulls out and moves his head down to my cunt. His tongue starts to work at me while his fingers slide back inside and I don't have to fake pleasure at this. My hands wind in his hair and push him into my grinding hips. As good as it feels I'm getting impatient so I roll him on his back and spread his legs roughly. I crawl between and take him into my mouth. Immediately he groans.
I work him like a crazy woman. Just wanting him to cum so I can be left alone but it's not that easy. He always did like to hold back, extend his pleasure. He's never been simple to please. I work around him, lick his balls and suck at the head of him. This he loves and he's groaning now. A little longer and then I take him in as far as I can, suctioning my lips and running my tongue underneath him on the upstroke. I can feel his legs start to shake so I main for added effect. This drives him crazy and he lightly tugs on my hair so releasing his cock I tell him he can be rougher. When I take him back in he pushes me down until I gag. I see his hands clutch at the sheets with pleasure and I can tell he's close but he's still holding back. I allow him to gag me a few more times before I straddle him. I can feel my tears start to gather now. I feel so low.
My hips gyrate against him and my self worth is so low I begin to distance myself. He groans and mauls me but I can't really feel it. I lean close to his ear and say "Cum for me. Cum for me". It's a demand, not a request and he grips my hips that little bit tighter. I wait a little, I know when to push him over the edge. "Do you need to cum?" I ask him. He nods frantically against my neck. "Badly? Tell me how badly?" I taunt him and grip the back of his hair, hold his head in place. "Badly, so badly" he's practically whimpering and I can feel his sweat on my face. It's making me feel sick. "Then cum on my face" I whisper to him. Perfect timing he pulls out immediately and I lay back. Seconds later I recoil as the cum hits my face and I'm upset that it's not yours.
Later, when I've wiped his cum away and I'm lying as far from his as possible it hits me. The sex-that was just mechanics. This is when I feel it. Shame. Utter fucking shame. It's starts in my belly and rises up until I'm sure I'll vomit. What I'm doing for you is obscene and I'm so pathetic I can't even lie. What does that say about me? He reaches over and pulls me into him but I can't relax. He smells different, is different. His fingers run over my ribs and I flinch. He asks if I'm ok. I'm not used to this tenderness, to me when a hand strokes it often punches and my body is reflexive to that. He doesn't like it, it's disgusting him so he let's me go. I shuffle back to my corner smile at the knowledge that I can't disgust you. I wish you were here now.
I wish you would pull into your lap and tell me that it's ok before you beat me. Because, right now I deserve it. I came to you a broken girl, a trusting girl. Now I'm shameful, tarnished and damaged. When I reach down to my cunt my fingers come back wet. The girl that fucks for you is a dirty girl and very obviously a silly little girl. I pull the covers up to my neck and hope it won't matter. That it won't change the fact that I'm Daddy's girl.
| 27 Dec 11, 6:29 PM jackvalentine UK(BN), 2 yrs  |
ooh ... emotionally masochistic...hot!!  "the purpose of life is to live creatively, love and be kind" Anne Rice "Ah but it's being creative in how you do that thats fun. And sometimes you have to be quite firm" JV |
| 28 Dec 11, 6:33 PM Silly_Rabbit UK(BN), 9 mths |
Really liked it x It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process. |
| 28 Dec 11, 7:27 PM dusted UK(B), 18 mths  |
Thankyou I don't really miss God but I sure miss Santa Claus-Gutless, Hole |
| 30 Dec 11, 2:09 PM PiercingSadistUK UK(HR), 5 yrs |
very well written and spoken like a true Daddys girl |
| 1 Jan 12, 10:36 PM Drew_Heller UK(LS), 4 yrs  |
Fucking hell... That's good |
