And the song remains the same

I have been walking the floor, flirting, dancing for almost an hour before you show up, flanked with the men that work for you day in and day out, the ones who are so excited to come to the club.

When you finally walk through the door, it takes all of me to not giggle, to it smile ear to ear at your presence, at just seeing your face. I keep my calm, my heart pounding but my face stoic. You are the calmest of the men around you, and I know it is as much of a farce as my lack of smile. I want so much to run over, to kiss you, to wrap my arms around your neck and show you how excited I am to simply be able to touch you. But this is not the game tonight.

You lead them to sit by the stage, and I angle to get back on the stage as fast as possible. I whisper to this person and that person, making my way into the back. I catch my breath a little as I come out, the lights making it difficult to see your face, which is a comfort as I try and keep my composure.

I hang onto the pole, bending and shifting and caressing it with various curves of my body. I wrap around it, trying to look at anything but you. I look each of the men you brought, still sweaty from a long day or work, strait in the eye. I smile and wink as I bend at the waist completely, looking back between my legs and waving with the tips of my fingers.

I watch as one by one they lean forward, handing and dropping dollars. I finally pull my dress down, and then off, spitting out of it and tossing it to the back where it will be easy to gather.

I finally turn and out of the corner of my eye, see you lean over to the guy next to you, gesturing at me. It takes everything in me not the smile. Though you didn't tell me the details, I know everything which is about to transpire and I can feel my clit start to swell.

You are a salesman, but so am I. The song ends, and I walk to the back and then back out onto the floor. I take the long route to get to you, trying to casually ignore the other men in the club trying to get my attention.

"Evening, Gentlemen." I coo, softly as I walk over, standing between two of your men. "How are you enjoying your night?"

They are polite, resisting the urge to touch, though I have a hand on the shoulders of two of them. "Can't complain. Long day, but we're here."

"Exactly. So can I get you men anything?"

Finally you speak and my heart stops. "Well, this one here was talking about a lap dance. Are you available?" You gesture to the guy next to you, who looks bashful and giddy at the same time. His face is so young, I want to roll my eyes. His face is slightly rounded, which only adds to the confirmation of his youth. You want me to christen your new employee with a very public hard on.

"I am. Would you like to stay here in front of all your friends, or shall we go into that room over there?"

He opens his mouth and you lean over and whisper into his ear.

"No secrets, boys." I make sure to let the tips of my fingers graze your thigh. Even feeling the rough denim of your jeans over my finger tips makes me wet and I shift a bit as I stand.

"Right here would be great." He finally says.

I smile and ask him his name. He tells me with a new found self-assurance in his voice. I almost giggle at the shift, where he attempting to assert dominance. I know I will feel him harden and tremble as I dance, as I grind on him. But he thinks he will control this and I let him hold onto that fantasy for another moment or so.

As I begin to shake and shift my hips, moving into him slowly. As soon as my eyes turn away from you and I bend, I remember how much I love this. I actually love to give lap dances. It's that feeling of being objectified to the point when the object gains control. It gets me wet to feel that slight tremble, that ache of wanting desperately to touch but having to hold back, of willing parting with every dollar to make it go on. His eyes roam freely, and his breathing catches each time I shift. I can feel his chest begin to pound as his breathing becomes increasingly erratic. I can end this for him whenever I choose, and I will choose, but for now I am fully and completely in control of the man and the cock which my ass is against.

When the song ends, so do I and his come down is shown by the quick and heart-breaking fall of his face. I step away and turn around, avoiding your eyes intentionally, but I can feel them on me. I don't want to blush. I want to bury my face in your neck and curl up in your lap. I love when you lend me out, but when I remember that this is what is happening I want to run to you in between each time. I want to know I have been a good girl for you and now you are lending me out again. I want to be reminded that this is where I belong, and each of these landings is just temporary.

But that is not the game.

"Well that was... Thank you." He finally says and all of you laugh a bit. He blushes and turns to the rest of the men, who all appear (and almost certainly are) more seasoned at the experience than him. It is sweet and I am endeared.

I climb off of his lap, trying not to stare at you, looking for approval. Your smile is hidden, but not when I know the corners of your mouth the way I do. I look back to the young man who is still blushing and kiss him on the cheek with a "thank you."

I feel your hand on my arm, just a soft stroke. I shiver. I lean in with a coy "yes?" and you finally whisper in my ear, out of the hearing of the other men, what I have been waiting to hear: You're going to dance for me. And then I'm going to fuck you.

I nod, and stand, taking your hand. I playfully wave to the other gentlemen sitting there, watching you being led away. Thinking they know what is about to happen. But as I lead him, I want to tremble.

We head back to the only room I know doesn't have cameras and as soon as the door shuts, I hear a breath tremble. It takes me a moment to realize it is my quivering lungs.

He is sitting. "Dance for me." I turn and open my mouth to speak but he puts a finger to his lips and I nod. My hips begin to move and his eyes trace my hips, my waist, my tits. They graze my nipples, circling them, and roll back down between my ribs, to my belly button. As my bottoms come off, his eyes track down the curve of my thighs, centering between them.

"I want to see your cunt." I climb on the stage and he leans forward. My crouched knees spread to their widest and I hold open my lips for him. He stares and then looks up. "Are there cameras?" I shake my head, knowing better than to speak. He didn't bring me in here to speak.

His fingers tickle up my inner thigh and it trembles. Until two fingers slide inside my pussy. Then I fully tremble.

"You're soaked." I nod, trying hard not to push against his fingers. My nails scratch the floor of the stage as I try and steady myself. They push inside me over and over, and I begin to drip. Cum drips down on the stage, creating a little puddle. His fingers do not move, and his voice is slow and steady. "Lick it up and then dance for me, baby."

I realize in that moment that I have not been breathing. A little gasp escapes my lips and I nod. He sits back and I fumble a little, as I get on all fours. I know how disgusting this floor is and I make the slightest of faces, which only make him laugh. I open my lips, leaning down as my tongue peaks out. I know the cum and dirt and grit on this floor, and I know that my stomach will turn as it happens.

"Wait, baby." I look up at him, eyes begging. "How awful is it?"

"It's bad, Daddy." I make the slightest of a pout. He smiles and the moment of warmth softens me. In the moments where I am soft, I get nervous. This is when it will hurt the most. "But I'll do it." I put my tongue out and wait for his instructions.

"Come down for me." I nod, grateful. I want to give him everything, including my thanks for not asking me to do it. It only takes me a moment of dancing for him before I am on his lap, turns around, ass nestled in the perfect space his body makes for me. I grind my bare ass against him, only moving with the music in theory.

I want to feel his cock inside me, and I push, rocking in small circles, back and forth. My knees are open, and my hands are on his wrists, which sit calmly to the side. He wants to be served. He wants to do nothing but receive all I have to give. I rock back and forth, stroking his cock with my ass through his pants.

I pull my legs up on the seat,  and stand, turning so his face is at the level of my soaked pussy. He can smell me. He choose not to taste me. My lips are spread, and my clit is swollen, and he is staring directly into the wet, welcoming space which takes his cock over and over and not nearly enough. He is inches away from the pussy that aches to be filled by him. I slowly slide down to kneel until my tits have replaced my cunt and hold a nipple to his lips, which he takes in his mouth eagerly. He tongues my swollen, aching, pink bud of a nipple and I moan. I feel his arms tense and he wants to hold my hips and shove me down on his cock, which is bulging against his zipper.

I lower myself more, my nipple popping out of his lips. I am over him, grinding down on his zipper. I can feel his cock pulse, as I refuse to let my pussy leave the fabric of his pants. I can hear his breath in my eye get ragged as I pump my hips, the way that I fuck him, the way that I want to fuck him. I am soaking his pants with my juices, and I want him to feel it through the thick denim. I want him to be sitting on a puddle of my cum and his.

I have never felt more dominant than this moment. I have never felt like I have the right to get what I want until this moment. And I want to cum so hard it makes him cum. I rock back and forth, pumping my hips, my arm going around his neck to brace on my self. I roll my hips, and find the beat, letting my hips grope him while my shoulders and tits roll slowly for his eyes.

I can feel my cunt twitch as my orgasm begins to build. I pull back just enough to let me clit calm down. I want to drip more before I cum for him. I reach down and plunge my fingers into my cunt with a moan. Juices pour from my pussy as I pull my sticky fingers up, rubbing cum over my nipple. I lift up, my pussy leaving his bulge, just enough for it to reach his lips. He moans for the first time aloud as he tastes my juices over my nipple. I smile.

I lower back down, my hips grinding hard on his cock. The fabric of his pants is soaked, and I know it's made it through to his boxers. I moan softly, pushing my hips harder. I look up at him, my bottom lip trembling. I open my mouth, gasping, wanting to ask, not wanting to speak.

He nods and I cum hard, drenching his cock and boxers and pants. My fingers grip his neck as my head dips back, pushing over and over and over and over again until I feel his hands grab my hips recklessly. I feel him buck forward and a groan moves from the back of his throat. He is cumming. I have gotten what I wanted.

I float back down to earth, resting my light head on his shoulder. He squeezes my hips once. "You're not done, sweetheart." I look up at him, my eyes in a glaze of cum and submission and power and want and love. He pats my ass and I slide aside, off of his lap. "Lick me clean."

I nod as he opens his belt and soaking pants. He stands and I kneel, pulling down his pants and boxers enough to run my tongue up and down and back again. I lick him, tasting my cum enmeshed with his. I stroke his cock with my tongue, letting it run over his balls, finding every drop with my tongue. He pulls back, putting a finger underneath my chin, lifting my face.

"Time to go home." And then he says my name. I smile when he says my name. I have been a good girl, a prized possession. I have performed. I have done well. And now I am grounded.

I nod. I stand. "Lets go home."

A Letter from your girl

Dear Mr. Smith,

Though we have not been exploring each other long, I have become quite enthralled with our time together thus far. I appreciate how you have pushed me, given me some of the most stunning moments, and broken me into the most glorious of pieces.  I can only hope and wish and pray that we have more time than we know what to do with on the horizon.

All of this said, I do have fear. Genuine fear. I have what I believe to be well-founded fear.

I have had my phobia of ((X)) for what is approaching fifteen years. Well, I should say I discovered my phobia almost fifteen years ago. It has trailed me through high school, college, plenty of parties, many sexual encounters, and every subway ride. And while I have met, faced, and conquered a number of fears and deep-seeded phobias, this one has remained in tact.

I have, of course, faced it here and there, and each time walked away a little battered, sometimes bruised, and always with the scar of absolute terror. When I face it, my skin starts to crawl and my head feels like it is floating. My heart begins to race and I am cold to the touch. Sheer panic and terror set in and I am paralyzed and wanting to run at the same time. Sometimes I do, bolting out and finding solace far, far away. Sometimes I simply faint, my heart unable to cope with such a fear sitting in front of me.

All of this has trailed me for fifteen years and I have chosen to hold this tight. I have chosen not to "get over it" or "face it" and am perfectly content going another 15 or 50 years with it as a specter in my constant presence.

And yet, because of you, I know that this will have to be faced. I know it turns you on, and I know that my deep desire to be a good girl for you can trump anything. Even this. And therefore I am afraid. I know you will make sure that this fear comes, and I stare it straight in the eyes. You will watch me break. You will watch me shatter and cry and scream and fight, truly fight. You will watch me meet it and curl into a trembling ball of nothing but vulnerability and anger and shame and humiliation. I will be reduced before you in a way you have not seen. I don't know how many times it will take before it will no longer shake me to my core.

And when I am on the ground, broken and wilted, I am still yours. I don't know if you will beat me. I don't know if you will cum on me. I don't know if you will make me get up and take your hard cock in my mouth while I cry... I know how much you look forward to fucking my throat while black mascara tears are streaming down my face. But even in that moment, I promise I will still do everything to serve you well. I am yours, even when I am coming apart at the seams.

Even writing this to you now shakes me. There are goosebumps rising on my arms and the hair at the back of my neck has shot to attention and I am praying already that what I write to you is false, but I know better and so do those goosebumps.

And so here I am. Shaking and terrified and not ready and hoping that it never comes and praying that you will never make me do it and devoted. I give you all of myself when I submit to you and that means I give you this. I have never given it to anyone before. Of all the things I can give, this one has been sacred and absolutely mine to hold. No matter how often or who or how long, I have held this one tightly. Because no one was allowed to make me such a vulnerable creature. But this one, I give to you. I am yours, even in these moments.

Thank you for making me stronger than I was yesterday. I will try and focus my eyes on the day after, when I have been pushed to the breaking point and I have come back better. And I hope you will be proud of your girl. I am scared. Truly, fully, honestly scared.

Yours,
A

The ascent.

I am sitting at the kitchen table, reading, trying to take notes. I have been here for what feels like eons and I know I will here for eons more. There is so much to read, so much to do. And with baited breath I wait, because I know I am alone in the house with Daddy.

He finally comes downstairs and sits beside me at the table, placing a soft hand on my back. I diligently finish the passage I am reading before I look and he waits quietly. I know he wants me to be diligent. I know he wants me to work hard. He is, after all, a Daddy.

I look up and smile at him and he tells me to stand.

"I want to make you mine today, baby."

I look at him, confused, bewildered, afraid that I have disappointed him thus far. If he does not know that I am his girl, that he owns me completely and fully, then I have done something wrong. "But Daddy, I am yours."

"I know baby. I just want to own more of my little girl."

I stand and he turns me so I face the kitchen table. I diligently pull down my panties and pull up my skirt for him. He kneels down and places a few soft kisses on the crest of my ass. I shiver, feeling his lips. He is rarely this tender and I am left curious as to what is in store. I cannot say I am not afraid that this tenderness is a harbinger of something more frightening to come.

He stands, reaching between my legs to begin rubbing me. I have been getting damper since he sat down and I am already quite drenched. The more he touches me, the more I can feel my clit swell. The more he touches me, the more I can feel myself start to drip.

He pulls back. "Touch yourself for me, baby,"

I nod and reach between my legs, which have opened as my feet have turned in. As soon as I ace my hand over my cunt, I am soaking. My hand is covered in the same thick, hot, wet juices which are coating my inner thighs. I begin to work my swollen clit, pulling and rubbing in small, hard circles.

I see Daddy stroke his cock through his jeans, and I watch as it thickens and creates a beautiful outline of what I will soon have inside me. He takes my other hand and places it on him, allowing me to squeeze him rough his pants. He breathes hard and I smile, pushing two fingers inside myself.

He places a hand on the small of my back, rubbing softly just above my ass. I push back and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing the flesh softly. I squeeze him harder, rubbing him firmly. He is getting harder and harder, more and more swollen.

Finally, he pulls back and opens his pants. He is behind me, and immediately he is inside me fucking hard.

"I want you to cum fast, baby, and you don't have to ask permission." I nod, working my clit as hard and fast as possible. I can feel my cunt pulsing and pumping around his cock and it makes my fingers work all that much harder. I want so much to be a good girl.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm all yours, Daddy."

"Not yet, baby,"

He keeps fucking me and I feel his lips touch the back of my neck. Hs sweetness makes me melt, and before I realize it, I am cumming. I am bucking and pushing and desperate to show him how much I want to give. He owns every orgasm, he owns every motion, every pulse of my cunt. I am all his.

He pushes hard inside me and I push back against him. "Are you ready, baby?" I nod, expecting him to pull out, to cum all over my face or legs or back or mouth like he does. "I'm going to cum inside you, baby, I'm going to plant my seed in my baby girl's cunt."

And I know. He owns my pussy, but he is about to own more than that. He wants to get his baby girl pregnant today.

I nod, my hand finding the back of his and gripping it tightly. I am scared, but there is nothing I will not take from him. I brace, pushing back all that much harder. I fuck him back with every stroke he gives me. He squeezes my hand back and I bend a little more at the waist. Hs free hand grips my hips and he pushes harder inside me.

With one more hard push, he cums, pumping wave after wave of his seed inside me. It is a strange feeling for daddy to fill me. Every wave releases another chance that he will fully, completely, own every bit of me in a way no one else ever has. When he is done, he squeezes my hand again, kissing the back of it softly.

"You are a good girl."

I smile as he pulls out and pulls my panties back up and skirt back down. I sit back down and thank him, holding onto his hand a little longer.

"Cross your legs, baby." I nod, holding his cum inside me, knowing that at dinner tonight we will sit across the table from each other. Our little secret dripping out of my cunt and into my panties while I try not to smile. While I try with all my hardest not to let Mommy know.

Playing with my toys

I like that she has no idea what to expect. I like how nervous she is, sitting in this restaurant across from me. Mostly I like that she thinks nothing will happen to her and that there is safety in public gaze.

Alas, I have no intention on being kind.

We have been in this restaurant before, with its hard wooden benches and loud anonymity. She likes it here because she gets to play and feel invisible to everyone else in the room. A they come and go with their lunches and meetings, she is not allowed to make eye contact, asking for bites of food, and then being fucked in the bathroom.

The food comes quickly and I gesture to her to begin eating. I can see her frustration mounting with how little I am playing with her. She was allowed to eat what she wanted, ask the waitress for whatever drink she would like, even allowed to take a bite of mine when she asked so politely.

I can see her angry and pouting. She wanted the attention and affection I usually give her quite freely. She is usually a good girl who simply needs discipline.

"Are you unhappy with me?" She finally asks.

"No, honey." I poke around my plate with my fork, nudging vegetables here and there.

"Ok." She nods and looks down, feeling frustrated by her own need. She is clearly not in control the way she was beginning to think she was.

I watch her begin to eat, and she tries to make small talk about what's been going on during her days. She tries to bat her eyes, tries to flirt, and I smile at her. That will not only fail today, it will always fail.

Finally she shifts, pushing herself back a little to stand.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom is all."

"No." I smile and look back down at my plate. "Sit." I gesture with my fork at her plate.

She stops. I've never not let her go. Her face fills with color, red burning into her cheeks.

"But I have to pee."

"You will, but not now." She nods and sits down, fidgeting just a little. I can see her mind whirring and her nerves growing. "Put your hand between your legs. I want you to finger yourself."

I watch as a smile grow on her face as the red in her cheeks deepens. Her eyes dart around. There is paper running across the table but not a full cloth, and she was going to have to navigate this properly.

Slowly, her hand descends below the table. I can't help but smile and cross my legs at the prospect of how wet she is getting. Her eyes flutter up to meet mine, and I wink at her. No matter how cold I strive to be, there is always a moment where I want to reassure her, and let her know she is being a good girl.

"Are you nervous, baby?" I pick up my cup of tea, holding it in front of my mouth. She nods. "Rub yourself through your panties first."

She nods again, and I watch at her eyes unfocus just slightly and then tighten. She takes her bottom lip in her mouth and I know her fingers are square on her clit, and her panties are soaked and growing wetter.

"Does that feel good, honey?" I take a bite as I ask her.

She nods again. I wait, cocking an eyebrow. She knows a nod is not an acceptable answer. "Yes."

"Yes, what, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good girl." She smiles, but it is tight. I pick up another bite. "Mmm, this is wonderful. Do you want another bite, baby?"

She shakes her head. "No thank you." Her voice cracks a little as she speaks. I love watching her squirm. I tighten my thighs, putting just enough pressure on my clit to make my eyes lock on her nervous lip-chewing.

"Pull your panties to the side and run your clit directly."

"Yes, Mommy." I smile wider. She may be a challenging little girl, but she takes direction well. She knows what happens if she doesn't, though.

As I watch her face try not to contort, as I watch her cheeks turn red and then white, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I can feel dampness soak through to my jeans and my clit swell. Watching her fight and squirm and try and ignore the shame and humiliation which is written so clearly on her face makes my heart beat harder. It does not, though, make me want to cum. It makes me want to play harder, it makes me want to watch her squirm more and struggle harder. I reach a foot forward and find her legs bound together. i can only imagine how tight they are, fingers shoved in awkwardly between her thighs.

"Open your legs, baby." She looks up at me with wide eyes. "Open." I see her mouth open. She's going to beg me not to. She's going to tell me that she still has to go to the bathroom. I put my finger to my lips and smile, giddy that I'm going to watch her struggle even more to keep composure.

She nods again, and I can feel her legs begin to move. I lean forward a little and push her legs further open with my foot. She takes a moment of staring at her plate but calms herself, relaxes, and continues to work her wet cunt with her fingers.

"Finger yourself, honey." She looks up and nods, knowing full well this was coming. I watch her mouth open as she drives her fingers into her pussy and begins to pump. I watch her arm move just slightly as she fucks herself under the table. I lick my lips slowly. She's being such a good little toy, I'm quite pleased with her, and I'm even looking forward to rewarding her later.

She looks down, and I can't imagine what is written on her face. "Look up, baby." She does, her eyes large and watery. She wants to cum but she doesn't. There are too many things weighing on her, and she is angry with me, humiliated. I continue to eat.

"Pl..." she stammers. It's adorable.

"What, baby?" I pick up pieces of food with my fork and continue to eat.

" I really have to go. Please." Her eyes are begging and she looks like she is ready to weep.

"You can go to the bathroom when you cum, baby." I put my fork down and my arms on the table. I smile. "You're doing so well, honey. Cum for me and you can go."

She nods, looking determined. She's going to make me proud.

"And no noise."

She nods, focusing her eyes and her mind behind them. I watch her face try and contort. I clasp my hands softly and watch. Every slight movement in her face emanates a seismic moment in her cunt that she is trying to control. Watching her struggle is what keeps me getting wetter and wetter. I squeeze my legs, but just barely. Just enough to see how wet I am as opposed to do anything about it. There is a Sir at home who will address that tonight.

Her mouth opens just slightly as her jaw tightens. I can feel her legs tremble against my foot. I know she is struggling with so many tasks. Keep her legs open, cum, make no noise, and not wet herself in the process. Her bottom lip begins to tremble and I smile at her.

"You're such a good girl. You're making me very proud."

I see her smile.

"You're never more beautiful than when I'm watching you struggle against yourself, baby."

And with that I watch her tighten her eyes and cum. Her mouth opens a little more and I notice the tiniest squeezing and twitching of her lids. I am wondering if she's going to cry, just to express something visibly. She shakes and trembles and I watch as she blocks out the rest of the world, the dozens of people around her, and cums while sitting across from me. It is a long moment where the world dies away and I am simply watching her explode, shoving her fingers inside her pussy.

I wait quietly until she returns to the world and once I see her come around, I pick up my fork again. She pulls her hand, which is covered in cum up onto the table and touches the brown paper, leaving spots of her juices as dots on the edge. I smile at her and she immediately wipes her hand on her napkin, blushing a deep, ruby red.

"Very nice."

She pushes back to stand up. "Thank you."

"Wait. You're almost done, baby."Her eyes get wide again and I watch her panic all over again. "You're so close, honey. I want you to just let out a little bit right here."

She pauses and I see her wrap her mind around it and finally shakes her head. "I don't understand." She does, she just don't want to do it.

"You're going to let out just enough so I see the spot on the back of your skirt when you walk over to the bathroom." I watch her struggle with the idea, fighting even a nod of understanding. She's thinking that if she doesn't believe it, it won't be real. Alas. "It's either that or I don't let you go and you just hold it until I dismiss you. And I'm going to guess that will end worse."

She ponders longer and nods. I watch her focus as I continue to eat. I hope she hasn't waited too long to attempt this. She fidgets, looking around and turning red, and then blankly white. I smile, knowing exactly what's happening as her eyes explode open. She squirms, frustrated and excited and ready to cry. But she was successful and I watch her face fill with pride. She will be humiliated in a moment but her success over avoiding a full-out accident is admirable.

"I did it. It's done."

I smile and gesture to the door with my fork. "You're a very, very good girl, baby. Mommy is quite proud of you."

I watch as she walks off, pride slicking off her saunter. She will be rewarded with a hard fucking and maybe, just maybe, I will let her taste my cunt with the knowledge that she has earned it. And she knows that this is in the cards now. And with every swing of her hips, I cannot help but stare at the wet spot decorating her full ass, which she wears without a hint of fear, knowing it is her badge of honor.

And she wears it well.

How he likes his girl.

I always start thinking I'm pretty. I always start thinking I'm perfectly made up for my Daddy. I take my time to make sure that I look perfect. My hair is always done, with a pretty bow in my hair. I like to wear a lovely, sweet, soft blue bra and matching panties, and a soft cotton dress overlaying it. I like my knee socks, and they are pulled up perfectly, with boots up to the knee over those. I took time with my eyeliner, dragging the soft bristles over the lid and perking up at the end. I drag beautiful soft golds and purples over my lid, and it makes me look like a big girl. I finish with soft pink on my cheeks and stroking my lashes with deep, rich black mascara. I never put on lipstick - my lips are dark enough - but simply some sweet lip balm.

It's how I feel perfect for Daddy. It's how I feel ready and deserving.

When Daddy comes home, when he comes into my bedroom, when he wants me and my mouth, I am ready. He coaxes me over and strokes my slicked back pony tail. I sit on his knee and he kisses my neck softly, making me melt into his arms.

And when he pats my ass, I smile. I kneel in front of him. This is when it begins to devolve. I look up at him, big, hopeful eyes and eager, swollen, pouting lips. He nods and I look down, pulling down his zipper and opening the button on his jeans. He is already swollen.

When I take him int my mouth, I feel his cock swell and twitch between my lips and against my tongue. I fill my mouth with his cock, sucking on the soft flesh as it hardens. I feel blood pulse into his cock. I pullback, running my lips back over the shaft and pushing back down.

As it swells, I feel the tip of his cock creeping towards my the back of my throat and I choke a little. The more I pump, the more I suck, the more I feel him getting longer, harder, more unrelenting on my mouth. My throat begins to twitch and ache.

My eyes water quickly as my body tenses. I gag slightly and my mouth slowly begins to fill with saliva. It begins. Daddy likes his girl messy. Daddy likes his little girl to show how much she wants his cock, and he wants it scrawled in tears and mascara and the most intense affection across my cheeks and lips.

The tears begin to run down my cheeks. I can feel as my mascara gets sticky on my lashes and blurs around my eyes. I know there are black lines dripping down my cheeks to my chin as I force myself harder down on his cock. I blink and squint and this only makes it worse, creating black rings and lines which tell and detail the story of my sucking my Daddy's beautiful cock. 

I suck his cock heartily. And though I struggle, I keep pushing. As Daddy puts his hands on the back of my head, it makes me want to work harder. I gag on his cock, simply to tell him how much I want to please him. I gag, I choke, I whimper, but I never let my mouth leave his cock. It is all I want right now.

Finally, the saliva which has pooled behind my teeth is overwhelming and I let it flow over my lip. It pours down my chin and runs rivers between my tits. It drenches my chest and I run my fingers over the stream, rubbing my own thick spit over my tits. It pools on the floor, and I know that my knees will slip on the wood floor when I try to adjust. There is a stream which cascades from my mouth to my tits, to the floor, and it pours form behind my bottom teeth. I don't acknowledge it as much as I continue to suck Daddy's hard cock eagerly, and force myself to gag on the head.

I lean back just slightly, looking up at him. My eyes are wide and watery. As I lean back he begins to fuck my mouth, I feel the tip of his cock pound the back of my throat over and over, and I struggle not to choke on him. My eyes water and tears flow, carrying black mascara and purple eyeshadow and wishes for him to realize how much I will struggle for his affection.

I hear him moan and I feel lifted. I hear him gasp and I ache to give more, no matter how much I fight to overcome the tightening in my throat. My body tightens and then relaxes and each time tears stream down anew. Saliva coats my chest. I have allowed buckets of spit to run down over my chest, and my make up is smeared down my cheeks and around my eyes. Daddy like his little girl messy.

He pulls back and I see him grip his cock and stroke one and then two more times and I poise below him. I close my eyes and open my mouth, ready and waiting. His pumps his cock once more and I brace before I feel him shoot his sticky, sweet cum all over my face. He sprays white droplets over my lips, over my cheeks, over my eyes (which he knows will hurt me so, so much). I taste his cum just barely and it leaves me hungry for more. I want it in my mouth but he wants to watch it smear over my lips and face and cheeks and hair. What were clean black lines of mascara and liner are now blurred more with white streaks.

Daddy has made his girl his and I couldn't be happier. But I know I am not finished being destroyed. I know not to move, not to even lick my lips and taste more of him, no matter how much I want to.

He waits, holding his cock in his hand and then when I am growing simply tired of waiting, mouth open, eyes shut, I feel it. He begins pointing at my mouth and I let his hot piss cascade in and out and over my bottom lip before he shifts. He shifts his cock up and I squint a little tighter as I feel it cover my cheeks, my lips, my eyes and then into my hair. Daddy likes his girl destroyed.

I hate this part. I whimper but keep my mouth open wide for him. He soaks my hair and I feel it running dripping down my back and shoulders out of my hair before rinsing my face once more. The streaks are gone and remnants of black and purple and gold and perfection are only left in their place.

When he is finished I lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock and I feel him bad my eyes with a soft towel so they don't burn. My lids flutter open and I can't help but smile when I see him.

"Thank you, Daddy." I say, with nothing less than a grin. He laughs.Seeing his pleasure, I am giddy.

Growing up

I'm in those moments between waking and sleep. Everything in the room is beginning to blur and fade into the distance when the door opens, and a waxing stream of light moves in. It is slow, and Daddy slips in, closing the door silently behind him.

I stir, fighting to find a space where I am either awake or asleep, but that choice is quickly made, when he sits on my bed, sliding in next to me, pushing hair behind my ear. He slowly rolls down the top sheet to see his little girl curled up, revealing knee socks and panties and a wet little cunt.

I shiver a little and the back of his fingers stroke my arm. I shift a little at the tickle of his touch and he leans down to kiss my temple. I smile and he sits back. I finally open my eyes, a single lamp dimply lighting the room, and turn to see him sitting over me.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hi, Baby."

I pause and smile up at him. "I was sleeping."

"I know, Baby, but there's something I need to talk to you about." His tone is stern and my smile fades, fear replacing the excitement that he has come to see me. "It's ok, Baby. I just need to talk to you." I have no idea what he's going to say, but I know there is no way out. There is nothing I can do but nod and follow where he will lead. "I know what you do when you're alone in your room."

I freeze. There are so many things that it could be but I know exactly what it is he means. I know I shouldn't have been, but there are moments where my discipline fails me, and no one watching means I am left to my own devices. I lay on my back to face him more fully. My nipples are already tight and in dire needs of his fingers and tongue. I pull my knees up, shifting to just touch his body with mine. I press the side of my ankles into his hip, seeking simply to touch him, to feel his body in any way I can.

His hands are on my sides, running up and down in the slightest of tickles. They run softly and smoothly down my thighs, climbing up until they rest on my knees. "You know what I'm talking about, Baby?"

I nod and he loops his fingers into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips for him and he drags them down my thighs. They are already wet and I blush, feeling bashful for the first time. While I hope he doesn't notice, I know he will.  I can't get anything passed my Daddy.

He puts my panties aside and as he takes them in his fist, I see an eyebrow cock and blush deep red. "I want you to show me."

I cock my head, furrowing my brow. "What do you mean?"

He strokes the side of my face and sides fingers over my lips. I kiss the pads of his fingers and he slips them in my mouth. I suck tentatively, then earnestly, then heartily. "I want you to show me what you do that you think I don't know about." I look up at him, eyes large and nervous, lips still wrapped around his fingers. "It's ok, Baby. Show your Daddy."

I nod, taking a deep breath. I have never shown him, or anyone, this secret. My bottom lip is swollen and moves into a pout as his fingers leave my mouth and slide down to my knees. He pauses, looking me in the eyes, waiting until I am ready. He is the best Daddy a little girl could ask for.

His hands press my knees open and my cunt is exposed to him. I am wet, my clit is swollen, my pussy blossoms open for him. But even as my feet slide apart, and as I become wider and more vulnerable, his eyes remain on mine. This is not the last moment I will feel so lucky for my Daddy. This is not the last moment that I will want so much to kiss him.

Finally my legs are open and I give him the tiniest of smiles. He looks down, his fingers squeezing my knees, rubbing and stroking the flesh of my inner thighs. I love how his hands feel on my skin. They are powerful and strong. When he grips my wrist and holds it down, pinning me to the bed, I feel safe. Each finger presses into my thighs and knees and I know that my knees will not move. I love how calloused his hands are. The roughness on the most tender parts of me make me shiver and reminds me of the dexterity and skill of the hands on me. When he strokes and touches, the indulgent, rich roughness of his hands make me tingle.

"Show Daddy what you do." He looks me in the eyes and I nod. He nods towards my hand, and as it moves down between my legs, he watches my face. My fingers find my clit and my mouth opens with the tiniest of gasps, and I see his chest expand just slightly. I begin to move my fingers on my clit, and I am again bashful. The pink rises up into my cheeks, and he puts a finger to his lips. I nod, knowing that our biggest rule is to be quiet so Mommy never hears. "It's ok, Baby." I close my eyes, taking a long breath.

I know I have been dripping, but now I can feel his eyes on me and I am flooded. My fingers begin to move over my clit the way they do when I am alone. I move them slowly but firmly, rubbing in circles over and over and over. I move in circles, rocking into my clit. My hips start to push forward, wanting more as I feel myself get more and more relaxed.

I can feel Daddy's eyes, though, and while it makes me more nervous, it makes me want to give him more. I begin to grind a little into my fingers, working my clit back and forth, just barely grazing the nail over the tender skin. His fingers squeeze my legs as my juices drip onto the bed below me. My leg is flush against his side, and as much as I am feeling exposed, showing him my secret, I just want more of his presence.

"You're a good girl for Daddy."

I nod again and with those words I am caught. My fingers move down and two slide without hesitation inside my dripping cunt. I can feel the walls of my pussy pulsing already, and there is electricity shooting up and down my legs.

I whimper, and immediately feel bashful. My eyes flutter open and as my fingers freeze, he looks up, seeing the embarassment written plain on my face. "It's OK, Baby. You're doing good." He smiles and I can't help but smile back. I do want to show him. I want to show him what happens when I think about him coming into my room at night and teaching me to be a good little cocksucker. I want to show him what I do when I think about how he's training me to be his perfect little girl.

And now he wants to watch his girl be exposed for him. To work her cunt just for him. And my Daddy gets what he wants.

I nod and close my eyes again. My hand is slicked with juices as I begin to fuck myself again. My other hand goes to my clit, pinching and teasing and flicking it back and forth. It's so swollen that fucking myself is part enjoyment and part simple pain relief.

I open my mouth and moan again. Daddy squeezes my legs, egging me on. I fuck myself harder. I begin to whimper his name, letting replace all the other noises. I want his cock in my mouth. I grind my clit harder, and I can feel my own pussy start to quiver.

"Daddy?" I whimper, pushing my hips up.

"Yes?"

"Daddy, I can feel it." My hips push harder, and I know I am holding on by a thread.

"You can feel it, Baby?" His voice is rushed. I nod. "I want you to wait... not yet, Baby." I nod, whimpering and pouting just a little as my cunt tightens on my fingers.

And then I feel him slip a finger inside me, sliding sight next to mine, fucking me harder. I cry out, thrusting my hips forward. "Please, Daddy. Please, please, please let me." His finger inside me is all I need to become desperate. He moves in and out with my fingers, and then a little faster. The fiction is driving me insane, and my toes curl tightly.

My other hand runs up my thigh to find his other hand squeeze it, prying it from the white flesh of my leg to hold my hand. As the pulsing in my cunt gets tighter, more demanding, I squeeze his hand. The more that I beg, the more I know he feels it building and growing. I begin to whimper a little more and I try and shut my mouth, try and remain quiet.

"Do you want to let go?" I nod, eye still shut, my fingers becoming harsher on my clit. "Will you be quiet for me?" I nod again, vigorously. I will do my best to keep my mouth tight. "Can Daddy help you stay quiet?" I nod again, thankful I will not fuck this up with his help.

His hand covers my mouth and most of my nose. The first time I gasp, I realize that I cannot breathe. I make the most staccato little nips at air, relaxing away the fear of noise as I struggle more and more for air.

"Let go, Baby. Show Daddy." The small noises I make are muffled by his hand as my cunt begins to explode around our fingers. I tighten so hard it hurts, but wave after wave after wave of pure pleasure floods me. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time, and they fuel me to cum harder, longer. Knowing that my Daddy wants to see, I want to show him how hard I can cum. I love showing him. Every muscles strains and tenses and tightens. My chest collapses in on itself, my lungs desperate for air as I stop breathing to focus on other muscles. My heart pumps so hard I worry that I am losing days on the end of my life in order to have this moment, but it is worth it. My fingers tighten around his his around mine, finger tips still fluttering.

I float back down into the bed as my muscles, one by one, begin to relax. My eyelids peak open before they flutter, and I see him watching me. I blush a deep red and before I can stop myself, I giggle.

"You did good, Baby." He pulls my panties back up, and then the sheet and I am glowing and giddy and exhausted. "Thank you for showing Daddy."

I smile again and nod, curling up against him. "Stay here til I fall asleep?" He nods and I shift enough to lay against him. I have done a good job tonight, and I will fall asleep without hesitation, already giddy for tomorrow night.

This is kind of like a tattoo.

When I think back, it makes me wet. I close my eyes and I'm consumed by it all over again. I try and be sparing with the memories, as I keep fearing that each time it will lose it potency. But I can't help it. I close my eyes and I am laying underneath you, Daddy, and the lights are dark. I look down, arching my neck so I can watch your cock pumping in and out of me.

But when I really lay back and want to think about that night, bathe in the feeling, relive every moment I can, when I am aching to taste you again, Daddy, I am on my back and my arm is around your neck. I am holding onto you Daddy, and I am cradled by your body. The way I am cocooned by you is immense.

My inner thighs are already soaking. I have cum over and over and over already, and each time I think I am spent until you press against me and my clit swells all over again. It makes me giggle. It makes me know that I am your girl. Each time I am reminded that I am yours, that you own my cunt, that Daddy has complete control, and that my body belongs to me only when it is allowed.

I am wet, and my cunt is swollen, aching, but desperate for more. There are a million things going on. The one dim light bulb is humming. The bed is cradling us. There is a dulling buzz of traffic downstairs. The world is collapsing around us. But in this moment there is only my Daddy, his touch, and my heart will not stop pounding.

I am cradled by one of his arms, slipped underneath my back. I know that as I shift and flex and writhe, I am cushioned and cared for and protected and held by this arm. One of my arms wraps around his shoulders, the other hand strokes his soft cheek. He has the sweetest stubble which tickles my cheek when I graze it and electrifies my lips when I kiss it.

His hand is between my legs, fingers moving in over and over and over, slowly, curling and filling me. Every time he slides his rough, immaculately calloused fingers inside me I feel like I am learning how I enjoy being touched. I feel like Daddy is not fucking me, he is opening me.

With each new finger I wince at first, feeling stretched. But his fingers do not stop, and with each and every thrust inside my cunt, I get wetter, enveloping him more and more. I want more and more inside me. As the number creeps to three, to four, I wince harder, tightening my fingers around his neck. He pulls out a little further and I shake my head. I cannot relax my eyes, but I can press my lips to his neck.

"Please, Daddy."

"More, Baby?"

I nod, opening my mouth to kiss neck neck, to whisper, "I want to hurt for you Daddy. I want to give you my hurt."

He pushes his fingers inside me powerfully, but not harshly. There is never a moment of harshness. I push down, aching for more of him inside me. My cunt is not large, but I want all of him inside me. I feel the ache already and I crave it anxiously. I am already excited that all day tomorrow, and maybe even the day after if I am lucky, I will ache and think about him inside me.

Four fingers work in and out of my cunt. He is curling them so that I know he must have made me squirt down his wrists and hands but I can't even think about that. I can only think about how his fingers are nestled inside me cunt, and how I want all of him. I want him to know that it hurts, I want him to know this dull ache, and I want him to know how much it pleases me to give this to him.

I can only crudely beg, and I feel ashamed of my desperate whimpering as I remember back. I whimpered over and over, almost boorishly "Please Daddy, please. I want to hurt for you." I am not proud.

He pulls out just enough to cup his thumb inside and pushes again.

I cry out, tightening my fingers harder, my lips open wide against his neck, muscles tightening and squeezing. He pulls back and I immediately reach down and pull his hand back. I push down, wanting more.

"Please Daddy, I want to hurt for you. You own my cunt. Please." I tentatively open my eyes to look into his. I am nothing short of trembling. As his fist pushes inside me, as I beg him to allow me to hurt for him, to ache for him, I am nothing more than an aching, wanting, willing, captured body trembling against him. I want so much to give him all of my cunt, and I fear that if it was purely enjoyment, if it did not feel like the ache and triumph of climbing a mountain, it would mean less. So I push down and beg for more.

I beg him to own my cunt, and I can feel my pussy get wetter and wetter around him. My body (his body), is welcoming him, struggling for him to come inside.

My legs begin to tighten and my cunt begins to build as he works his want inside of me. He pushes harder and I crave more and more, even as it hurts more and more. But as I struggle to take more, to hurt more from him, all I can hear is my breath, ragged and heavy. My legs open and I can feel blood coursing through me. I can feel my heart pounding. I can feel his skin, warm and soft. I can feel the light thatches of hair on his chest brushing my chest and ribs. I can feel the tender side of his neck under my lips. I can feel my cunt opening to take all he wants to give.

I have had (smaller) fists inside me before, and I have never truly cum while a fist is inside of me. I have reached little peaks and valleys, focused and acute. They are tiny, pleasurable pops which make me smile ear to ear.

And though I thought it absolutely impossible, I cum, and my full body shooting radiating something earth shattering from tip to tip and back again in the most expansive and enlivening of orgasms I have ever felt before. I feel like I am drowning and waking and dreaming. I feel like I have been unlocked. I do not scream this time... or maybe I do... but all I remember is opening my mouth, and letting my jaw tremble. I'm not sure I even wanted to make a noise, or simply allow a place for the incredible energy which is cascading through every nerve to leave, to stop shaking, to find the ground again. I have never truly cum like this before. And my Daddy, his arm under my back, his fist inside me, shows me that I have never truly cum before.

I curl into my Daddy, and he holds me, slowly letting me descend back to the world. "It's ok, Baby," he whispers and I can only nod. Words are too far beyond what I am capable of. "It's ok, Baby." Each time he says it I believe it more and more. I want him to say it until it means that this moment will simply extend on forever, and I can just live here and feel like this. His fist slides out of me and I curl into the space that his curled body has made special for me.

"It's ok, Baby." This moment. Forever.