Daddy’s Home: Night Four

Daddy's Home: Day Four

After last night, I've been looking forward to my new job all day. Having Daddy watch me fuck myself with a vibrator and call me all the dirty names under the sun while I squirted for him has transformed me somehow. I want to be dirtier, nastier, filthier for him. I've squeezed my thighs together so many different times today to try and relieve the pressure of my unreleased pleasure at just the thought of his eyes on my dripping pussy.

We're sitting on the couch together, settling down to watch a show. I really would rather my Daddy fuck my brains out instead but he hasn't made a move on me all day. I'm starting to think it's intentional that he hasn't given my slutty pussy a single second of attention. I'm squirmy and desperate for him.

Under the blanket thrown over my legs, my left hand snakes into my panties and I rub my clit slowly. Just to relieve the ache a little bit. I don't mean to make any noise as I gasp quietly at the sensation.

From the corner of my eye, I see Daddy's head whip around to watch me. My hand immediately stills. I feel like I've been caught being naughty.

"What are you doing under that blanket, baby?" Daddy says with more than a little amusement in his voice.

"Nothing!" I reply indigently.

"Uh huh," Daddy says and I can tell he knows exactly what I had been up to under my blanket.

But instead of doing something about it, Daddy turns back to the TV, presumably to continue watching the show on screen. Are you kidding me?! I'm DYING over here!!

A few minutes creep by and I really do try and watch the show but I'm so fucking horny right now that I just can't stand it. My left hand resumes circling my clit and, although I try and keep the movement of my wrist discreet, I can see Daddy's head turn to watch me. For a moment or two, I pretend I haven't noticed him noticing me and I let my eyes flutter closed as a soft moan escapes my lips.

"What is it that my baby needs?" Daddy finally says as I begin to arch my back.

I turn my head, opening my eyes, and finding his eyes on mine.

"I want to do my job, Daddy," I gasp, still circling my clit.

"Oh, baby. You're going to have to beg me to be allowed to do your job tonight. You liked it a little bit too much."

"Beg, Daddy?" I whine but he just smiles.

"I need a drink, Babygirl. You better go make me one."

I pull the blanket off my legs in a huff and go into the kitchen to mix up a big drink. I return moments later with a large wine glass in hand and reach out in offering to Daddy but he beckons me to sit next to him. I do and his arm immediately comes around my shoulders. He takes the drink in his right hand and brings it to his lips, taking a sip. He then hands the drink back to me and commands me to hold it for him. I sit there, holding his drink for several minutes, as he sips from it intermittently. The wait to get what I want is brutal, being forced to cater to him making my thigh slick.

Daddy takes the drink from me, setting it on the coffee table and guiding me to kneel on the floor between his knees before again reaching for the drink and returning it to my grasp. He then lifts his hips to slide his sweats and underwear down his legs, his proud cock at full attention for me.

"Hold my drink," he says menacingly, "and don't spill a fucking drop."

Daddy then grasps both sides of my head, guiding my mouth to his cock.

I lick the swollen tip of his dick with the flat of my tongue before I take him into my mouth. He allows me to rest the bottom of the glass on his thigh but I am still responsible for keeping it upright. I feel Daddy hit the back of my throat and I choke a little on his dick as my air supply is cut off.

I bob my head up and down on his cock as I squeeze my thighs together and it doesn't take long for me to slosh liquid over the rim of the glass and onto Daddy's thigh as all of my focus and attention is on the cock in my mouth and not the drink in my hand.

Daddy chuckles and takes the drink from me, returning it to the coffee table.

"Such a greedy, nasty girl," he growls, "who can't even keep from spilling Daddy's drink because you love cock that much! Only stupid whores do stuff like that. Are you a stupid bitch?"

I nod, Daddy's dick still in my mouth, as I look up at him.

"Say. It." he demands.

"I'm a greedy, nasty, stupid bitch" I repeat back to him, my words garbled around his dick as I didn't bother removing it before speaking.

"Yeah, you are," Daddy says, voice gravelly, as he raises a hand to slap me across the cheek after pulling me off his shaft.

"Let's go upstairs and you can do your job for me. But I'm going to make it a little more interesting."

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We're standing in the middle of our bedroom, I'm completely naked, and Daddy is holding a vibrator.

"I'm sorry, baby. But Daddy needs to take a shower. You're going to wait here for me on your knees with the vibrator. The catch is, Daddy gets to decide the vibrator's setting and you don't get to change it."

I groan in response. He knows that I can only cum to one setting - constant, intense, all the way up - and that the other settings just serve to frustrate and tease me. He chooses a setting that seems particularly diabolical and hands the buzzing toy to me.

He then turns me around and has me kneel on the cushion on the floor. He walks around in front of me to cradle my head in both hands. It almost feels like a loving gesture but without warning Daddy pulls back and spits directly in my face. I pinch my eyes shut to prevent saliva from getting into them. I'm effectively blinded.

"I expect you to keep that on your face the entire time I'm in the shower," he growls, shoving my head to the floor with my ass up. He then encircles the wrist holding the vibrator and brings it up to my pussy. I jolt at the sensation.

I feel him rise and back away from me. But I can't hear anything else over the frustrated cries and moans spilling from my lips and because I can't see, I can't tell if he's still behind me. I don't dare try and change the setting on the vibrator to get some much needed relief because I'm terrified he's just standing there, waiting for me to mess up.

It feels like I'm left there for hours. I am never able to get over the edge I am so desperately seeking. I'm frustrated and desperate and now I'm almost starting to get angry. I practically sob when I hear Daddy's voice.

"I tried to be quick for you, baby. You look like you're really struggling there. Do you need two vibrators, pretty girl?"

"Yes!" I choke out. "Please, Daddy! And can I change the vibrator setting? Please?!"

"Go ahead," he answers.

I fumble with the vibrator already in my hand and mash the buttons until I find MY setting before bringing it back to my clit. Daddy bends down behind me offering me the second vibrator, already buzzing merrily away on the setting I love best.

"In your pussy," he directs, "I want you to make yourself squirt. I'm going to catch it in my hands and feed it to you."

I feel like my heart literally skips a beat at his words. I shove the second vibrator into my greedy, wet hole and grind down onto the vibrator at my clit at the same time. Making myself squirt takes less than a minute and Daddy is there, his hand cupped between my legs catching as much of the dripping liquid as he can. His other hand reaches into my hair and yanks me up, holding my head back and he brings his cupped hand to my lips and pours the liquid into my mouth before rubbing his wet palm across my face, smearing it with the spit he left there before taking a shower. Both hands then come up to fishhook my cheeks from either side.

"Now you're a pretty girl! Look at you!" Daddy exclaims before, again, shoving my face to the floor.

I stay there, cumming over and over again on the double vibrators while Daddy watches, his encouragement making me feel even more wanton and dirty.

"Does my baby need her ass filled?" Daddy asks me, minutes later, from the chair he's perched in to watch me. "Not quite full enough?"

"Yes!" I beg while I also hang my head in shame.

"Should we put a little vibrator in your ass? You're such a slut that you need more?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry and a string of incoherent begging follows.

Daddy stands, walking over to the trunk of sex toys in our closet, and grabs the new vibrating anal plug I bought and a bottle of lube, walking back over to me.

"Please, Daddy. Just hand it to me. I can put it in."

"Oh, no, baby. Daddy is going to put it in. You just make a really big noise when you're ready for me to push."

I don't know why I'm mortified to have Daddy put in the plug but I am. I try and reach back around for it but Daddy slaps my hands away bringing the lubricated plug up to my puckered entrance.

"Daddy puts it in, baby."

He starts to apply pressure to my back entrance and it's all I can do to return the vibrator I dropped back to my clit and grind down into it, grunting loudly as I do. Daddy takes that as his signal and he pushes the plug in, slipping past my tight ring and nestling in my asshole like it had found its way home. It buzzes to life immediately, the remote controller to it in Daddy's hand.

"Such a good girl for me," Daddy croons.

The feeling of immense fullness is overwhelming, coupled with the sensations from all three vibrating toys, and I feel like I am literally going to have a heart attack. I grind down into all three vibrators, moving my hips forwards and backwards, as fast as I possibly can. I have never felt this much sexual sensation in my life and I feel like I'm being driven crazy by it, hips bucking with reckless abandon.

"You don't ride my dick like this," I hear Daddy muse but I'm too far gone to worry about what that implies for me later.

As I writhe there, in front of Daddy, I know something is missing, HE is missing.

"Daddy!" I gasp out. "Please!!!"

"What is it, baby? Still not enough for you, you disgusting slut? You need even more?!"

His mocking tone does nothing to deter me.

"Please, Daddy! I need your cock down my throat! I need you to fuck my face!" I practically scream.

"Do you need to be air-tight, baby?" he asks menacingly.

"Yes!" I sob.

"Say. It."

"I need to be air-tight, Daddy! I need all of my holes filled!" I wail.

"Of course you do," he says as he rises and walks to stand before me. "My greedy little slut."

I don't wait for him to fuck my face. I lean forward, taking his dick into my mouth, and fuck myself on his face as I continue to grind down on all three vibrators. He doesn't let me have control for long, fisting my hair and taking over with a brutal pace. I cum and cum and cum with his cock buried in my throat.

After a few minutes, Daddy steps back, walking around me to return to his chair at my back, sinking down into it.

"Don't fucking look at me," he commands. "You are so disgusting. Such a stupid whore. You don't deserve to look at me."

Maybe I should be upset but I'm not. His words just spur me on and I grind harder and faster when I hear them. Still, I cum and I cum and I cum there on the floor in front of him over and over and over. I don't know how long I stay like that - coming apart.

I want to turn my head so badly. See his eyes on me. See his face. Eventually, I can't stand it.

"Please, Daddy! I want to look at you!"

"Turn around and crawl to me but keep your fucking eyes on the floor," Daddy instructs and I scramble to follow his directions. I crawl awkwardly, still trying to keep the vibrator in my pussy and the plug in my ass, returning the vibrator for my clit to my swollen nub as I kneel between his spread thighs.

"Babygirl, you're going to lick my asshole. Not because I derive any pleasure from it, but because I love putting you in your fucking place. You understand me?

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry diving forward, as he lifts his legs to give me access, to plunge my tongue between his cheeks and rim the puckered hole I find there. I would do anything this man fucking tells me to do at this point.

I don't even feel embarrassed. I feel disgusting, dirty, nasty, gross. And I'm fucking proud of it. I'm proud to be so obsessed with this man that licking his asshole feels like a privilege.

I fist his cock while I greedily lick his asshole, his hand in my hair holding me in place. Dirty words and cruel names fall from his lips like a prayer and I soak each of them up with more of that damned pride.

I move to his balls, sucking one into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth. My eyes lift to his. I know I shouldn't be looking at him but I love this view. It's my favorite thing in the world to be on my knees before him with some dirty part of him in my mouth. I want to live here. Exist solely here in the place for the rest of my life. I release his testicle with a pop and suck up the other one into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

He can act like he has all of the power but his balls are literally between my teeth and I've never felt more powerful in my life. I stop lavishing attention on his balls to take his cock back into my mouth. I suck him hard and the way he groans has me cumming again.

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He's moved us to the bed. I honestly don't know how we got here. All of my attention is on the feel of my Daddy's hands and mouth on me, my eyes closed and my body trembling.

He's palming his dick, rubbing it up and down my soaked slit, poised to thrust into me but he pauses, his eyes flicking to mine.

He watches me, watches my face, as he slowly enters me. I feel like he's watching my very soul shatter apart beneath him. Nothing feels more right than this does, Daddy's comfortable weight settled atop me, his warm body between my thighs. Well, it would truly feel the most right to have his hand around my throat, holding my very breath, my life in his hands. Like he can read my thoughts, Daddy's hand slides to the column of my throat and he squeezes. My eyes break contact, rolling to the back of my head in ecstasy.

"You are nothing but a hot, wet hole for my cock," Daddy growls in my ear.

I'm not off-put by his words. I know that I'm special. That I bring Daddy a certain type of joy and fulfillment that would be hard to replicate. I know he cherishes me. It's what allows me to understand his words for what they are - a mechanism to drive my slutty, disgusting nature to new heights, something he so graciously guides me to explore.

Knowing this, and maybe wanting to bait him a little bit into admitting that I am special to him, I don't necessarily think through the ramifications of my next words.

"Anyone can be a hot, wet hole, Daddy."

He immediately stills. Then squeezes my throat harder, a growl crawling up from his chest and sending reverberations through my body before he's snarling in my ear.

"You think anyone can give me this?! You think I'm getting this with anyone else?!"

I immediately panic. He's misunderstood me. I'm not accusing him of being with anyone else! I'm just fishing for compliments! He's also a little drunk. Fuck. This is not having the effect I intended.

"No, Daddy!"

He grabs my jaw roughly with his other hand. "Don't you believe in all of that zodiac shit?!" he demands. He probably making a dig at the fact that our birth charts when read together declare us as soulmates - something he may not believe in but I certainly do. Maybe it's not a dig. Maybe it's his way of acknowledging the power of our connection. I don't care.

"Yes, Daddy!" I gasp.

"You are MINE, my one and ONLY!" he practically seethes at me.

"Yes, Daddy!" I'm sobbing now. "I'm yours! I'm all yours!"

He fucks me hard then, each thrust reaching something deep inside me, and I cum, hard, back arching and hands clawing at Daddy's arms - a puddle blooming underneath our bodies.

"Go to sleep," he commands me roughly as he rolls off me, stalking away to sit in one of the chairs at the foot of our bed, turning on the TV.

I'm exhausted. I could fall asleep instantly if I allowed myself to let go. My body is spent. I should tell Daddy that I didn't mean what he thought I meant earlier. But I get a little of bit of a thrill from his anger, his possessiveness, and I'm not quite ready to release it.

I close my eyes, not caring about the puddle underneath me for once, and pull a sheet up and over my chilled body. Even though I can no longer see him, I can hear him. He's thinking awfully loudly. I can hear him harrumph and growl a little, stewing over my words. I lay completely still and I do it long enough that I do start to drift in and out but I can still feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. I know a storm is coming and I'm just gathering up the few moments of rest that I can.

I'm abruptly awoken to Daddy's hand fisting my hair and his other around my throat again. He's bending over me and he has something to say.

"If you ever doubt me again, I will advertise and sell your ass on Tinder. Make you a free-use slut, you understand me?!"

Fuck. My pussy clenches at that. I don't want Daddy to do those things. I don't truly want to be with other men, I'm in love with this man. But god damn if it doesn't make me wet to think about the fact that I'd likely do it if Daddy told me to and I'm just enough of a disgusting slut that I'd enjoy being used like that to make him happy.

"I understand, Daddy!" I breathe out.

"MINE" he growls again, as he shoves his dick into my face, rubbing it across my lips, indicating that I should open to him. My lips part and the salty taste of his precum floods my mouth. He fucks my face, hand still fisting my hair, driving his point home.

He pulls out of my mouth and retreats again to his chair, watching me. I let my eyes flutter closed once again.

Once more, I'm awoken by the feel of Daddy's arms as he slides into bed behind me, wrapping them around me and pulling me close into his body. His hot breath is again at my ear.

"Your feet better not touch the floor in the morning if your belly is not full of cum, you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy," I sigh as I sink back into his hold and slip back into sleep. I'll explain myself in the morning. For now, I'm content to have my fierce protector and provider at my back, his declaration fresh in my mind.