🔞🔞🔞 I Want to kiss him, to serve him as I always do - with love and tenderness and trust.
But tonight is different. I'm not here to be my usual submissive self.
I'm here to be a brat.
"You're not the boss of me, Daddy," I say with an insolent smirk.
Let it never be said I'm not dedicated to the cause.
With a snarl of outrage, one hand tangles my hair into a rough ponytail, while the other goes to his belt, flicking and unzipping until his thick, half-hard cock springs free of its confines.
My mouth waters at the sight.
"Don't just sit there drooling over it," Daddy sneers, dragging my head towards his dick. "Suck it down your throat, slut."
Holy shit.
Hearing my daddy call me a slut is one of the hottest things I've ever heard. My whole body shivers, and I almost hasten to do as he asks, before remembering my role.
"N-no!" I squeal, bucking away from his harsh grip. "I don't wanna!"
Daddy's fingers stray from where they were pumping his cock to full stiffness, and instead go to my mouth, prying my pursed lips open without a trace of gentleness.
"You bite my cock," he tells me in a husky voice, "and I'll choke you with it until you pass out. Got that, little one?"
Fuck, that promise shouldn't excite me so much, and I have to stifle a moan at the image it presents.
"Please, Daddy, I don't -- mmfh!" Suddenly his cock is there, being stuffed into my mouth without mercy, heady and hot on my tongue.
Daddy doesn't take his time like usual. His hands grip the back of my head, and uses the leverage to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, until I can barely breathe, my gag reflex only just holding back. As he force-feeds me his enormous length, I cry and thrash against him, tears already spilling down my face at the invasion.
"Take it," Daddy barks. "Take it all the way down, doll. Show me how well I trained you to take your daddy's cock."
His hand goes to my throat, and he gives a groan of delight when he can feel the bulge of his cock there, pressed tight against my jugular. His balls slap against my chin, and my eyes flutter shut at the relief that he's finally done.
"Don't look so glad," Daddy chuckles darkly. "You think I'm just gonna sit here, balls-deep in your little mouth? No, baby. Daddy needs to fuck your face, just like he fucks your cunny. I'm gonna destroy this throat. I don't wanna hear you speak properly for the next week."
And that's the final warning I receive, before he's pulling out and thrusting back in again, and again, and again, until he sets a pace that's comparable only to when he's about to cum deep in one of my other holes.
I want to let myself float on this feeling, but I force myself to keep alert enough to put up a fight. My fingernails score down his thighs, my eyes begging him to let up, even as my hips move of their own accord and start to rock back and forth for some relief of my aching pussy.
"Fuck, look at you," Daddy says in a mean tone. "Like a bitch in heat, huh? If you're gonna act like a needy bitch, I'm gonna treat you like one, baby. Hump my leg."
When I hesitate for even a second, Daddy fucks up into my mouth even harder, earning a shriek of surprise from me.
"Did I fucking stutter? Hump my leg. I wanna see you cream all over me. Show me that cunt is worth my time."
Shit, I'm about to cum and I haven't even touched myself once yet.
Why did I wait so long to rile Daddy up like this?
I swing my legs forward, my throat still stuffed full of Daddy's cock, as I part my thighs at the edge of the bed and begin to rub my soaking snatch on his left thigh.
The coarseness of his hair is a welcome sensation against my swollen clit, and I can't hold back a moan at the relief it brings.
"That's it, good girl," he coos, though it certainly isn't in the loving tone he usually uses to praise me. He laughs at my desperation. "Shit, you really are a slut, aren't you? Is cock all that little brain can think of, hm? Made just for fucking, and nothing else."
His hands scoop up more of my hair, gripping it uncomfortably tight as he returns to fucking my face, uncaring for the way I hiccup and fight him.
After what seems like hours, he drags me off his length, causing me to splutter and cough at the sudden rush of air to my lungs, and he shoves me back onto the mattress.
"I'm getting tired of your throat now, doll." One of those huge hands pins my throat down, preventing me from wriggling away from him, and the other pinches my handful-sized tits in merciless, painful succession. "Let's see if your cunt can keep tight for more than five minutes, shall we?"
"No, Daddy, please!" I croak, my voice ragged and torn. I swipe at the tears on my face, the whole world wonky and blurred. "You won't fit! I'm not ready, please, I don't --"
A hocking sound fills the air, and then suddenly something warm and wet fills my mouth.
Oh my God.
Daddy just spat in my mouth.
"That oughta shut you up," he mocks. The hand at my throat claps over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the glob of saliva on my tongue. That's one of the hottest things Daddy's ever done to me.
But I don't want him to know that just yet.
My screams and broken cries are silenced by the hand on my face, as Daddy wrenches my legs apart and tears away my lace panties with a single swipe. My bare, dripping cunt is now exposed to his scorching gaze, and for a moment, he looks like he wants to bend down and taste it. His fingers stroke my clit reverently, and despite this whole scenario, I know he still loves me more than anything else in the world.
And then, his fingers withdraw, only to land a firm slap on my wet slit.
"You're soaking wet," he comments coldly. "Are you actually enjoying this, doll? You like being treated like the fuck-meat you are?"
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and three of Daddy's fingers stick into my wet passage without warning. I squeal and try to escape his hold, but he's so much bigger and stronger than me; I'd have more luck fighting a grizzly bear.
"You're such a naughty girl." His fingers disappear, only to wipe my juices on my thigh like I'm a rag for him. "You think you're the boss, hm? Think you can do whatever you want, like telling your daddy 'no'? You think you can traipse around this house with your tits and ass hanging out, and not expect Daddy to do anything about it? I'm not like your little boyfriends at school, girl. I'm not gonna be nice. I know exactly how to fuck you, even if you beg me not to. I know how to use this cock, and I'm gonna show you what happens when you say 'no' to me."
With that, he lines his cock up to my pussy, and spears me in one swift thrust.
I shriek with the sudden stretch. Even the wetness of my core doesn't help me adjust to the sheer monstrosity that is Daddy's cock. It feels like he's pushing through every wall inside me, until it's like I can feel him in my throat all over again.
I claw at the hand on my face, and he just laughs at me.
"Tighter than I expected," he comments casually, as though I'm a meal he's tasting. Like I'm an object. "Don't worry though, baby. Daddy will fuck that tightness out of you soon enough. Give it time, and I'll be able to reach my whole fist in there to jack myself off inside you."
I can't help it.
I come.
