Say her name and fuck me like you mean it
*Emotional masochism is hot. And the past couple of days I’ve been trapped in a sort of depressive stupor – nothing coming from me, nothing able to get to me. Just drifting through the days. This is the first night I came out of it*
I come up behind you in the kitchen and give you a big cuddle. You’ve needed this affection from me the last few days and you sink into me gratefully. Standing up, we envelope each other in warmth and love. We begin to kiss and I acquiesce to your lips and tongue, letting them search my mouth and gently draw out my own. Touching, feeling, groping, nipping, biting, kissing… We turn to go upstairs and you fuck me urgently. Sated for the time being, you lay back and breathe deeply.
I’m still laid on my tummy. I arch my back and gaze at you with telling eyes. You roll over and mount me again. You tell me how good I look, stretched out and relaxed. You start playing with my nipples, knowing that it sends sensations straight to my clit and I’ll be soaked through in no time at all.
“Think of someone else when you fuck me,”
You groan and thrust into me with venom. I struggle to support my top half as you are fucking me up the bed, my head getting closer to the iron bars at the top. You groan out her name and my cunt muscles clench.
“Ohh Beth…”
That’s your ex’s name. Somehow it catches me even harder when it’s someone I know you used to fuck. I moan and push back onto you, desperate for you to feel as good as you can. You’re lost in the moment, thrusting at me so it’s almost painful.
“Ohh fuck yes Beth, you love it when I fuck you don’t you?”
It’s said through the gritted teeth of a man who is consumed by desire to fuck and hurt. Your teeth sink into my neck and I squeal. You bite my back, my shoulderblades, all the time unleashing lust and desire and pain.
“Tell me your favourite memory of her…”
This comes out almost in a whisper. I don’t know if I want to hear it, but I want to feel my stomach churn at the same time as my cunt is begging for more.
“There was the time I pushed her up against the car at the airport… She told me she had stockings on… I slid my hand up her skirt and my finger went straight to her wet pussy… Ohhhh FUCK!”
This memory propels you further into dizzy heights of wanting to hurt me. You tell me about the time she was so horny when she was drunk that you fucked her without undressing her, how she rubbed her ass against your cock, how she knelt on the bed and you could hear how badly she wanted to be fucked.
I’m feeling the pain now, I’m feeling hurt and lost and angry. I’m still pushing my cunt back towards you though, desperate for you to stop and to never stop all at the same time.
You tell me she used to play with you in the bath. You tell me you loved her big tits and how you loved the time she knelt down in front of you to suck your cock.
My face is buried down in the duvet, I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. Still my cunt muscles clench and squeeze and still I don’t want you to stop. You come brutally inside me, groaning her name through gritted teeth still.
We both take a breath and I ask if you wanted to fuck me out of my stupor last night. You reply with a resounding “Yes.”.
I tell you to fuck me like you wanted to fuck me last night. Your expression changes, your eyes are hard and cruel and your mouth is set to a mildly terrifying snarl. You pin me down to the bed by my throat and I instantly panic as I try to breathe. You sit up to get a better purchase on fucking me and I’m suddenly aware that you’ve slapped the side of my face. As my nose tingles and my cheek stings, you slap again, and another time on my other cheek. It hurts, it stings and I want you to stop but I want to show you how much more I can take. Your hands grab at whatever they can and squeeze until the pain makes me squeal. My breasts hurt, my nipples hurt more, I don’t know whether to open my eyes and try not to flinch when I think you’re going to hit me again or close them and flinch constantly. You hands are pinning my arms down now, and you’re fucking me ferociously. You get off me, flip me over, grab a handful of hair and smash my face down into the pillow. It hurts and I feel wretched but I’m still lifting up my hips, trying to move in time with you and make you feel good. It feels like repentance for how I’ve made you feel the last few days and I want to take whatever you’ve got. You spank my ass till it burns, and I feel your climax building. you have your hands literally pulling my hips backwards onto your cock with no thought or regard as to how the rest of my body would cope with it and all I’m trying to do is stay afloat in this interaction, not lose myself in pain, tears, humiliation or regret. With your final thrust you bring both hands down and slap my ass one last time as though a signal that you’re done and that’s the end.
My face burns, my ass burns, my cunt is sore as hell and I have bitemarks all over… We lie next to each other in contented bliss and thank our lucky stars we have each other.
Use me
It gives a new meaning to the phrase.
We talked about this, and produced some boundaries. Had a nice little chat, and went to bed. I knew I was going to find it hot, so instead of sleepy time, I made it known that I was definitely ready for some sex before sleep.
We fumble around with each other’s bodies, finding the sweet spots and merging them with playfully soft kisses. Then, without a word, you’re on top of me and groaning.
“Tell me you’re thinking about somebody else,”
“Sweetie, I already am.”
That catches me. Not by surprise, given our discussion I didn’t find it unusual, but it catches a muscle in my tummy and in my cunt, and they both involuntarily twitch. It feels good. I try not to make too much noise, just feel the feeling of you fucking me whilst fantasising about somebody else. I feel useful, but not in the way I normally do when you fuck me just because you don’t see the point in wanking. I feel slightly hollow in my tummy. Not in a bad way, just in a more acute way.
You talk of her, and her big boobs and her big ass. You tell me with each thrust what a good fuck she is and how much you’re enjoying fucking her.
“Say her name,”
I wasn’t sure I was going to like it when you did, but I knew I wanted you to say it.
You groan out, “Jennifer”. My mind races to think if she’s somebody you’ve talked about before.
You talk yourself through your fantasy, while I hide my face and hopefully make it more hot for you. You talk about how you can get her to tit wank you, and that her tongue could lick the tip of your cock as she did it.
I feel slightly detached, as though I want you to carry on, I want you to push this further and make me feel even more. I want to feel inferior and used and replaced.
As I think this, you grab me and turn me over, saying you don’t want to see that face. You want to really be able to lose yourself and think you’re fucking another girl.
You’re reaching your first climax now…
“Oh you’re such a good fuck, milk my cock, don’t leave any for her, oh god, FUCK…”
You finish with a final, powerful thrust. I’m unsure what to do, so I stay there, on my hands and knees, spread open, waiting for you to do what you want with me. This time, you slowly pull yourself in and out of me, keeping yourself hard and keeping the game going.
This happens again.
Then you pull out, and lie straight down, leaving me to sort myself out with underwear and bottoms before sleep. I feel as though I’m not ready for it to be over, and do something I would never normally do. I clean your cock of our juices. You tell me to show her how to suck cock properly, how to do it really well. I can feel how turned on I am.
4.30am. Again. This time you tell me, as Jennifer, that I’m not a filthy little cumdump like your usual whore is. I’m a good fuck, such a good fuck, you think you’ll keep me. Maybe let your usual girl watch next time.
We fuck maybe three more times. Then you straddle me and make me clean your cock again. I pretend that’s it’s not my juice I can taste, but someone else’s. I start to wank. Then you start to wank. You cum on my chest and leave me there.
I think we’ll do this again.
A lustful kind of love.
He sucks on me. Laces his tongue around my nipples, grazes it over my ridiculously sensitive nub and traces it in patterns up and down my neck. He doesn’t force my body to do what he wants, he uses his fingers, his tongue, his lips and his words to charm me into being turned on.
I gush.
I can’t help the pool of juice that flows out of me when his fingers play over my nipples and his tongue does circles on my clit at the same time. I lose myself in dizzy heights of sensation, where I can only feel the warmth and wetness of me combined with the warmth and wetness of his mouth, coaxing orgasms out of me, playing my body like an instrument, because he knows exactly how to draw whatever he wants out of me.
I pant as I recover, taking a few seconds to refill my lungs before he is in between my legs, rubbing against my perfectly wet slit. He slides in and for a moment moves slowly and softly, allowing us both to revel in each other and our perfect fit. As he moves, I feel every part of my body complementing his, like we are two parts of a puzzle who were made for each other. He gazes down at me, a soft smile playing across his lips… He’s enjoying the ‘O’ that my mouth has formed, or the way my hands are already gripping fistfuls of duvet, or how my eyes are clenched shut, or the gasps, sighs and moans I’m emitting.
He lowers himself so his chest touches mine, skin on skin and warmth, desire, need interspersing between us. The first few full thrusts makes my body open up to him, every muscle group concede to him. I allow this feeling to consume me, I keep my eyes closed to enjoy every sensation he’s gifting me with. Moving my hips with his rhythm connects us further, we are dancing to each other’s tune, but it’s the same one. I revel in every grunt and gasp he dispels, proof of our unity, of our shared desire. I chance opening my eyes to look at his beautiful creature above me, he too lost in the dance, eyes clenched shut as a particular sensation overcomes him.
I feel an overwhelming sense of need as his pace quickens. I physically feel the muscles which are gripping him change and undulate, only to resettle and force me to grip him harder. My hands, which have been moving up and down his wonderfully strong and solid back till now, hook themselves onto his shoulders, and I begin to urgently move myself up and down on him, heightening every sensation for the both of us, giving in to every base desire we have at this moment, letting every feeling take over completely. I kiss, lick and bite his neck and he groans in appreciation. I need him to know how much I need him in this second, how much I want him, how much I cannot let go. My hand detaches for a moment, finding his hair and clenching to make a fist with it. His arm is under my back, I am being held in the most exquisitely tender, yet lustful way I have ever been held. I can feel our rhythm quickening, we work off each other’s energy, holding, biting, kissing, grinding, clenching, needing, groaning, fucking, until my muscles squeeze and release all my wetness at the same time as he unleashes everything inside of me.
I feel desired, loved and needed. I am happy.
Tonight
I feel like I want to put on high heels and my suspender tights. I want a hot shower and to shave and moisturise every inch of my body. I want to slip into black lacy knickers and feel how soft it is against my skin. I want to wear my tight-fitting, short-hemmed blue velvet dress and be greeted at the door by my ruggedly handsome man, bearing wine. I want to feel his hand round my neck as he kisses me, only removing it to put his teeth there for a moment or two instead. I want to feel his breath warming my face as his lust appears and he makes it settle for the time being. I want to get into a taxi and have his hand grip my thigh, moving his fingers up just enough to brush me gently through my knickers.
I want to feel his hand firmly in mine, his hands on my hips, round my waist, taking control and leaving me no room to protest or argue.
I want to know when we come home that I will be used and he will be sated.
Whore
Daddy tells me I’m a whore.
When his hand is rubbing me and he’s sucking and licking my nipples knowing it makes me wet as fuck, he tells me I’m a whore.
“You’d let anyone fuck you when you’re like this, wouldn’t you?”
I murmur or groan out a yes.
“I could get a group, any number of men in here and have you blindfolded and you’d beg each one of them to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”
I am so fucking horny I say yes.
“You wouldn’t care who all these dirty old men were, you’d just want to feel their cocks slamming into your cunt over and over, wouldn’t you?”
I don’t want to admit it, but I do.
“You’re a filthy, disgusting little slut. Tell me what you’d say to them…”
I tell him that I’d say I was a whore. I tell him I’d beg them to just use me. I tell him whatever’s in my head, whatever comes to mind, whatever I think or know I’d say.
“Would you call them daddy? Would you even care who it was who was using you as a little cumdump?”
He knows I’m getting closer, he’s getting faster. My nipples are begging to be licked again, I want to be fucked and come and be spanked all at the same time.
“I’d tell them all the things they could call you, it’d only make you wetter. A little whore, a little slut, a little fucktoy…”
I know it’s true, I’d do anything just to come right now, I know I’d let anyone use me.
“Maybe daddy’ll take you dogging. You wouldn’t care who was watching, you’d just want to be fucked. Get one to stick a finger in your arse, get another to lick you nipples… You’d just lie there loving every second, you little slut…”
I know I’m going to come, and he responds by upping the ante. Sucking harder, licking harder, rubbing harder.
“Come for daddy, you fucking, dirty, filthy, slutty little whore…”
I come hard, and am instantly back to reality. Feeling my own juices soaking the sheet beneath me. Feeling entirely sated. Knowing full well that everything he’s said to me and I’ve said to him is true.
Today is a special day, sweetie
*Some of this is fiction, some of it is what happened this morning, a nice mixture*
Daddy and I woke up this morning and immediately rolled into one another for snuggles. He kisses my neck softly and holds me close, his special baby girl. I roll over to snuggle into him and we murmur “Morning,” to each other, arms entwined together.
“Today’s a special day, sweetie,”
I nod sleepily in agreement.
“Do you know what today is?”
I nod again, still nuzzling into his chest.
“Today’s when little girls show their daddies how much they love them. Are you going to be an especially good little princess for me today?”
I’m too tired to play this game, really, but I’m too tired to resist much either, and I do so love it when he talks like this. His hand moves between my legs and gently rubs. I’m wearing Teletubby pyjamas, so appropriate. I move my legs open a little and his hand slips into my pyjama bottoms and into my knickers. He’s kissing my neck gently, and I allow him to enjoy me. It’s his special day after all.
“Be a good girl for me sweetie…”
I feel him taking down my bottoms, and don’t protest or writhe. I’m still very tired, and am only just starting to wake up properly. He loves it when I’m like this, warm, soft, pliable. I’m very wet, I must have had some naughty dream last night. He pushes into me and I am suddenly reminded of how very much I love it when he’s inside me. Instantaneously I’m gripping onto his shoulders and moving myself up and down on him.
“You love being fucked by your daddy, don’t you?” he grunts this out, between thrusts.
“Yes daddy!” I try desperately to convey how much in my voice, and try bouncing myself up and down even more on him.
I feel him start to become close to climax and he leans close to me. Gripping onto me with all his might he releases all his love inside me, as I whisper: “Happy Father’s Day”.
I love my daddy.
Daddy’s whore
There isn’t really much of a story or a point to this blog, it’s just me talking about some ace stuff my daddy and I do.
I’ve never been one to shy away from how much sex I like and how I want someone to fuck me. My last sexual partner before daddy described me as having a “voracious” appetite, and when I clarified “voracious”, not “ferocious”, he said that either would work.
My daddy fucks me like a filthy whore. The other morning, just before I had to get up for work, so we’re talking after 5am, before 6am, he told me I was a dirty, filthy slut who was desperate for her daddy’s cock. He made me beg for it, he slammed it into me so hard I gasped, he gripped one hand around my throat so hard that I coughed afterwards. Then he took both his hands to my throat. I passed out. I came around to him gently slapping my face and telling me to wake up. It was fucking incredible! Seriously… We’ve done it a couple of times before, but never while we’re having sex. The hottest thing ever… He came in me very hard seconds later.
Once he’s been fucking me maybe a minute or so, I feel like a whore. I feel like I would do *anything* in the world just to have him fuck me like he’s just using me to get himself off. I *adore* that feeling. Sometimes (this morning as an example) he pulls a pillow over my face, telling me he doesn’t want to look at a dirty slut he’s using. This makes me grip his cock so hard he gasps, I just love it. He’ll tell me to get on all fours because he doesn’t want to see my face. If I look round at him, he takes hold of my head and forces it down onto the bed or into a pillow. I couldn’t love it any more. I’ve always known I liked the rough sex, I just never knew how much I love being used. It’s so degrading… He tells me that he used to just have a wank, but why do that now when there’s such an available whore lying right next to him? He’ll tell me I’m daddy’s whore and get me to repeat it.
Our sex drives are both so high that we occasionally have to not have sex for a day because I am literally too sore to even have a finger (ONE finger!) in there. Sudocrem is always on hand.
The other morning, after we’d had sex, daddy put my sudocrem on and I started to dress. I was still on the bed, facing away from him, putting a t shirt on I think. I felt his cock slide back into me, now covered in sudocrem. We only stopped because I pointed out that I needed to go to work, otherwise it’d have just carried on, hehe. He pulled me close to him and said: “I just want you to know that if mummy was here, she’d be able to see what daddy’d been doing because of all his cock being covered in sudocrem… And remember that when all that cum leaks out into your knickers today, you are daddy’s perfect little whore.”
With that he let me go, and it was so hot feeling his cum coating my pussy throughout the day. I think I only made it an hour and a half into my working day before I needed to cum and made a quick dash for the loos and some privacy!
I also think that when you find yourself a man who will give you an orgasm through kitty kisses (oral sex ;)) before you start work at 6am, you should hold onto him with both hands 😀
I love my daddy.
Daddy’s special baby juice
Daddy and I were talking last night, and he said he’d read a couple of stories about this topic. After we chatted about it, I’d cum twice and he’d cum twice. Suffice it to say, I’ve found a new kinky love. I’d decided to write a story about it, so it’s “down” somewhere, and I can come back to it and read it whenever I like 🙂
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Daddy had been slipping into bed beside me on a regular basis for a few months now. I had gone past the point of being scared about what would happen, and had learnt that being quiet and still for the most part would let it be over as quickly as possible. Making a fuss only made it hurt more, and it made daddy say nasty things that I didn’t like.
One night, he came into bed beside me, and started murmuring something behind me. I roused myself a little, and as I did I heard what he was saying:
“My precious little girl awake for her daddy? I’m going to tell you something very important now sweetie.”
I got nervous and hid my face. I had a feeling I should be listening, but it sounded like something too scary to acknowledge.
“You know when daddy comes into your bed and gives you special daddy cuddles?”
I nod, almost imperceptibly.
“Well, when daddy does that he puts a clear, plastic-y thing on his boy bits, doesn’t he?”
“Uh-huh…” A small, squeak of a voice.
“Tonight, daddy’s not going to put that on. Do you know what that means, little girl?”
“No…” The same terrified, tiny squeak escapes. You’ve never told me anything like this before, and you made sure nobody at school ever would. I’d been removed from sex education classes, precisely for this reason.
“Well, it means that when daddy is ready to put all his special juice into you, it will go all the way into you, not into the plastic thingy he used before. “
He’s starting to rub my kitty through my white panties. I’m getting increasingly anxious, because it *must* matter because he’s telling me about it. If there was nothing to worry about, he wouldn’t have told me. I don’t understand though. I stay quiet and still. He continues to play with my kitty outside my knickers, in the perfect way which normally makes me start to wriggle and squirm.
“It means it’s daddy’s special baby juice… And when it all goes inside you, it will make a baby in your tummy.”
He’s almost beside himself, but is maintaining a cool, calm exterior. Gently, keeping me on my side and staying behind me, he pushes into me, holding my tummy with one of his hands.
“A baby will grow in your tummy, and it will be daddy’s. It’ll grow right here,” he says, patting my tummy softly.
I am confused. I’ve never heard of anything like this before and I don’t really know what it means. I stay quiet and still though, and let daddy do what it is he needs to.
“You’ll be mine forever, little girl.”
He’s getting more and more vigorous now – he moves himself and lets me lie down under him. His rhythm is building just like it does normally, except he seems more excited this time. I catch snippets of what he’s saying in between breaths.
“My – girl – baby – mine – tummy – mine -inside – baby – girl – mine,”
I look up at him with big, imploring eyes, trying to make sense of what daddy’s doing. I don’t understand… I know he loves me and I know he needs to do things like this to me, but they’re okay because he’s my daddy and he loves me.
“Nobody will want you now, princess. You’ll be daddy’s forever, when you give daddy this baby,”
His climax approaches and I get more and more worried. I feel his love spurt out of his thing and all up inside me, as he looks down and says:
“Mine, forever.”
He settles back down behind me, one hand stroking my hair, one hand protectively around my tummy, stroking the baby that will make me his, forever.
Squirting
Daddy was over for two and a half weeks this time, totally amazing! And just as an aside, he’ll be moving from Ireland to my town in a month’s time! I’m going to pick out two or three very important things that happened this time he was over.
The first… Well, daddy and I talk a lot. We talk about things we want to do with each other and things that we may just want to fantasise about. In particular, daddy started mentioning being incredibly rough with me. I’ve never had anyone be rough with me to the degree he was talking about, so I was understandably unsure about the whole thing. I fundamentally trusted him not to damage me, but at the same time I wasn’t sitting comfortably with it. He promised not to push me beyond what he knew I could take, and I trusted him on this. This was before he visited me.
It wasn’t really discussed when he was over, there were far too many other things to be doing and talking about! It was one afternoon, after we’d had a significant amount of sex already, that I started feeling bratty and whore-like, and decided to engineer some aggression out of him. It started with him literally growling at me… “Who do you belong to?!” and me refusing to speak. It’s just too tempting to defy him sometimes! He repeated it, more aggressive this time. I remained silent. He changed tack. “Tell me who you belong to!” I managed to choke out a “No!” over the hand that was gripping my throat. Again, he told me to tell him who I belonged to, and again I said no. Slap! I wasn’t expecting that. Straight across the side of my face. It didn’t deter me though, I must have said no 4 or 5 further times until one hand was gripping my throat and the other was repeatedly slapping my face harder and harder. “Go on, I dare you. Say no one more time!” All the while he’s still vigorously fucking me… I say no for the last time and one more vicious slap lands on my cheek. He then pushes my face to the side with his hand and hurtles towards his climax, punctuating each violent thrust with a word. “You – little – fucking – slut – you – belong – to – me – you – filthy – fucking – dirty – fucking – whore!” Eventually he climaxes and I squeeze my muscles around him, drawing out every last little drop of cum that I can.
We disentangle ourselves, and he tells me I’d better be super good tonight because it’ll take him a while to calm down from that sort of headspace. I tell him he can take some more out on me if he wants. He wastes no time slapping and biting my nipples, slapping my abused kitty and inner thighs and biting, really biting my neck. After some time, he seems to have mellowed and he opens his arms, inviting me in for a cuddle. He tells me it’s an amazing thing I’ve done, to allow him to hurt me like that, offer myself up to him to continue the abuse and still be able to look into his eyes and tell him I love him. He kisses me on the forehead and after a little while begins to finger fuck me.
I generally enjoy this, and I have always felt like I could squirt after a while. Unfortunately, it’s been something no other partner has ever expressed a desire for, so it’s been left as an unfulfilled desire on my part for years. At this point, I’m feeling thoroughly used and whore-like, so almost all my inhibitions have disappeared. He starts talking dirty to me and fingers me harder and harder. I love this, and push down onto him. After a while, the familiar sensation of needing to pee, but not quite needing to pee starts. I’ve got to this point before, so I know I don’t actually need to pee. I feel something else building in me though, and I wriggle and moan with little control over what escapes my lips. It varies between animalistic growling and small yelps, but I can’t help any of them. Soon enough, his arm must be a blur he’s fucking me that hard, and I get the urge to push something out of me… So I do. I push a little, and nothing really happens but the urge to push gets stronger… So I push… Nothing really happens. One more time and it builds up even more, and when I push, I’m suddenly aware of a warm, wet sensation over my bum cheeks and my daddy exclaiming what a good girl I’ve been. He carries on and another comes out, and another, until I feel utterly spent and like I’ll never move again. He gently carries on fucking me for a little while, then I feel compelled to look at the evidence. I even smell it because I’m still not entirely convinced that it’s not pee! But it’s definitely not pee, and I definitely squirted and I am ecstatic about this fact! We did it lots more over the rest of the week, but I wanted to document the first time. It was epic, and I am so grateful to my daddy for helping me get there. 🙂
Glitter&Hearts&Stars&Spanking 