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. 
