Prescription: Two Loads Daily

I wake, nestled in Daddy's arms, to the feeling of him snuggling deeper into my back, his hot breath fanning my hair across my face, as he squeezes me too him.

"Is it almost time to wake up for surgery?" Daddy asks groggily into my shoulder.

"I think so? I set an alarm. It should go off soon." I mumble in reply but reach out to fumble for my phone anyway. I lift the phone to my face.

5:18 am is what the screen says. Fuck!!! I was supposed to get up 45 minutes ago, we were supposed to leave at 5:00am! We have a 5:45am surgery check in time and the hospital is 35 minutes away!

I am quickly scrambling out of Daddy's arms to throw some clean clothes on and locate my shoes.

"We have to leave now!" I cry anxiously. "Get up, Daddy!"

Daddy's now climbing out of bed but he's slow and sluggish. Too slow. I think he's still drunk and will be of absolutely no help getting me to the hospital in time. I leave him to his own devices and dash down the stairs to let the dog out into the backyard and grab my purse.

He's calling to me from up the stairs.

"Have you seen my smoker?!" he hollars.

His vape?! That's why he's not downstairs yet?! I could kill him.

"Baby! You have another one in the car!" I practically wail. "Let's goooooo!"

He's stumbling his way down the stairs, pulling a grey hoodie over his head, his tiger-striped sweats making quite a fashion statement. Yep. He's definitely still drunk. Shit.

"I'm driving!" I bellow as we charge out the front door.

We're strapped into our seats moments later and I'm backing out the driveway and speeding off in the direction of the hospital as fast as I dare. I know this is not Daddy's fault, it's mine, because I never actually set an alarm like I thought I did but I'm still terribly annoyed that Daddy didn't curb his alcohol intake last night in order to be the one driving this morning.

"I'll call the hospital and let them know we had some car trouble this morning," Daddy offers.

I don't know if I trust that he is sober enough to not sound ridiculous on the phone. I also don't know if we'll be able to make it in time for check-in. I really don't want to miss this surgery. It's a revision of the surgery I had done last year repairing a herniated disc in my spine and it's supposed to make my quality of life a lot better so we have to make it!

"Ok," I finally conceded, "you can call the hospital. Tell them we're on our way and we'll be there before 6:00am! But don't be silly!"

Daddy calls the hospital and, by some miracle, they agree to hold my surgery time for me and they don't catch on that Daddy is three sheets to the wind.

We make it, just in time, practically running through the halls of the hospital to same-day surgery. We enter the waiting room with a plethora of apologies on our lips and are immediately seated in order for me to fill out some paperwork.

Once the paperwork has been whisked away and Daddy's used his charm on more than a few receptionists and nurses, I am approached by a receptionist with a patient information band that needs to be put on my ankle. Before extending my ankle to the nurse, I extend it first to Daddy, so he can remove the dainty silver handcuff anklet that encircles my limb.

Daddy grips my slender, pale ankle in his strong, tan, tattooed hands and unclasps the jewelry, pocketing it, as I then extend my ankle to the nurse. She fastens the patient band around my ankle without comment although I'm wondering if she saw my nails with o-ring straps on them and has put two and two together.

She instructs us to wait in the waiting room with everyone else while the nurses prep and then call me back.

I pick two chairs as far away from everyone else as I can. Daddy likes to be a big flirt when he's drunk and I don't want him to give us away. He's holding it together well though. That is, until he flops down into the chair beside me.

"I bet no one in here would be able to guess what a slut you are for me," he practically stage whispers, " - what kinds of things I did to that sweet body last night."

"Daddy!" I chastise as I slap him lightly on the chest. "Keep it down! Someone will hear you!"

"Keep it down?" he asks incredulously, "but I need everyone to know that my baby is such a nasty slut!"

"Shhhhhhh!" I fire back.

Just then, a nurse approaches us.

"I'm ready to take you back if you'll just follow me," she says brightly, turning to walk back behind the double doors, not waiting to see if I follow. I scramble to my feet and follow the nurse, looking back over my shoulder glare and to mouth "Be. Good." to Daddy as he trails behind the both of us.

My weight and blood pressure are taken. I sign a waiver refusing a pregnancy test (Daddy had a vasectomy years ago) and then we are taken back to a large prep room. The nurse leaves me with instructions to use these special wet wipes all over my body before putting on the hospital gown and then she leaves.

I try and have Daddy sit in a nearby armchair but he's determined to help me wipe myself down. I surrender, handing him a wipe, and turning my back to him to help get me clean. He rubs the cool wipe thoroughly across the skin of my back as I use another to wipe my arms. He gently helps me into the hospital gown.

He's not quick to draw back the curtain that allows the nurses to know that I'm finished getting changed. Instead, he seats me in the armchair and steps up to me, pulling his cock from his sweats, hard and proud, and brings it to my lips.

"Open up, BabyGirl. Give him a kiss. He's going to miss you."

He rubs the head of his cock across my lips, smearing his precum and coating them like chapstick. I open for him, my eyes on his, as I take his cock into the back of my throat. Fuck. I love this. I hope he doesn't treat me like I'm a fragile baby and allows me to truly suck his cock after surgery, when we are back home. I suck him deep, bobbing up and down on his cock for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the connection, before I lean back, popping his dick from my lips with a smile.

Daddy chuckles before stepping back, tucking himself away, and pulling open the curtain. He encourages me to get comfortable on the bed, before he pulls up a chair right next to me, his face inches from mine.

His hand snakes up and grips my hair at the back of my head, bringing my cheek closer to his lips, before placing the softest of touches of his lips against my skin. My eyes fly up and make direct contact with a different nurse as she passes our room, Daddy's hand still in my hair, his other making its way around my throat. She looks surprised and a little taken aback by Daddy's closeness and intimacy but I don't break eye contact as I smile. Daddy's a little more handsy than usual because he's still a little inebriated but I don't mind it. Flirty Daddy is my favorite.

Only a few minutes later, medical personnel seem to flood the room. It's time to take me back to surgery soon. Daddy speaks to the surgeon, asking him to prescribe me something to help me sleep after surgery because I struggled with sleep after the last one. He's always looking after me.

They let me kiss him goodbye before they wheel me out. He doesn't know this, but I spend the entire ride to the surgical suite bragging about how great he is. He's the last thing on my mind before the oxygen mask is put on my face and I drift off to sleep.

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Hours later, we are home from surgery and Daddy's just helped me into bed. I'm stiff and tender but I think I must still be high on pain meds because I'm feeling pretty good - sleepy, happy, cared for.

Daddy and I had a conversation a while ago when I knew I would be getting surgery. Because Daddy is on the road, he's not always here. I can't just suck his cock whenever I want to. I knew Daddy would be coming home to take care of me while I recuperate, but I wanted to make sure that Daddy knew that I did not have the expectation of being treated like I was made of glass. I needed him to know that even after surgery, my top cunt will still work!

He knows I'm eager for his cum. He was still a little too drunk to cum in my tummy this morning before surgery. I also wasn't supposed to eat or drink anything anyway. But I can have cum now and I want it before I go to sleep.

"Are you gonna fuck my mouth, Daddy?" I ask him lazily as he leans over me, pulling the covers up to my chin.

"Do you need that, my baby?" he replies, smoothing the hair from my forehead, petting me almost.

"Yes, I do!" I tell him, sweetly blinking my eyes up at him. "I need a bellyful of cum before I go to sleep, Daddy!"

"Anything for you, sweet pea," he says, fondly.

He's pulling his already hard dick from his pants and bringing it directly to my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth like he's applying lip liner with his cock.

"Open up!" he says in almost a sing-songy voice. "It's time to give my baby a happy tummy."

My mouth falls open, his meaty cock landing on my tongue, and I swirl it around the base of his head as I suck it deep into my throat. I keep my eyes on Daddy, watching his face, as he slowly pumps in and out of my slutty little top cunt. I am so grateful that I have a Daddy who gives me what I need and allows me to debase myself for him, even when I can't physically live up to my full potential for the next few days.

I love the taste of him - all man - salty and tangy - his precum a delicious indicator of what's to come on my tongue. If I could play in this man's cum, I would. I'd bathe in it. Rub it all over my body, stuff it in all of my fuck holes. That's a fantasy of his, actually. Filling me so full of cum that when he hugs my soft body, it leaks from every orifice. Kinda like a cum twinkie.

I think about that, about whether or not I should be looking for a twinkie halloween costume to surprise Daddy with later, when I feel him begin to spurt hot jets of cum, coating my entire mouth in his essence.

Fuuuuuuck. I love this. I don't think I love anything more. His eyes have rolled back into his head and his whole body is shaking as I gulp him down.

I feel it, like, I physically feel a comfortable, happy, weight settle in my stomach, like a satisfactory job well done as I swallow his large load, taking him into me. Pride swells in my chest.

"Such a good girl!" he praises me as he withdraws his softening cock from between my lips. "Now my baby can sleep easy."

I smile contentedly up at him as he leans down to kiss my forehead, snuggling further into the blankets. He slips one of my pacifiers in my mouth and I suck on it as I look up at him gratefully before closing my eyes and then drifting off to sleep.

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It's several hours later, late in the evening, after I woke up from my blissful nap, ate a real meal, and spent some time sitting up in bed. It's about time for another pain pill and to try and go to sleep for the night but first, Daddy has reminded me that I have an inspection to pass.

Instead of making me stand before him and move around, Daddy is allowing me to conduct this inspection kneeling next to the bed while he idly watches me, reclined on the bed like a judgmental god.

"I need you naked from your shoulders to knees, baby. I need to see what's mine," Daddy instructs me.

I slowly slide my sweats and panties down past my ass and onto the floor at my knees before pulling my oversized t-shirt over my head, exposing myself to him.

I don't have the inspection script memorized yet so I have to look down at my phone for guidance.

My words are slow and silted as I begin.

"I am my daddy's disgusting slut. A pathetic, broken thing, trained to be used and humiliated, and it's time for my daddy to inspect his property," I say shyly.

I'm supposed to grab my tits for this next part. I do, grabbing them and squeezing

them roughly before pulling on my nipples as I say:

"These tits are for daddy. They are soft and stupid, just like the rest of me. You slap them, pull them, mark them... because they're just there for your fun."

Daddy's hand moves out to bat my left tit before reaching out and twisting my right nipple sharply.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know I shouldn't help you. But Daddy can't keep his hands off you," he growls before commanding me to continue.

I drop a hand between my legs and start to rub against my clit, stopping to use my fingers to spread myself wide for Daddy's hungry eyes as I move on.

"Look at this worn-out slut cunt... It's stretched, dripping, and desperate because I'm a fucking whore who can't help herself. I get wet knowing it's not mine anymore. It's just another fuck hole for my daddy," I say on a gasp.

Daddy nods in approval. I lean my elbows onto the bed, bringing my mouth closer to him.

"This is my top cunt. It's not for words. It's for choking on your cock, drooling, gagging, and swallowing up cum. I'm a cumrag for daddy, not a person."

I take the two fingers running through my now-slick folds and bring them to my lips.

I slide them into my mouth until they're just touching the back of my throat. Daddy grabs my wrist and shoves them further into my windpipe causing me to gag on them. He grins wickedly as he releases my wrist.

I'm a little ashamed, but I reach around behind me using my wet fingers to circle my little rosebud of an asshole as I choke out the next words:

"My bottom cunt is stretched, sore, and waiting for more. It was made to be filled, punished, and owned. Just another cunt for you to ruin."

"Do you need your little asshole filled?" Daddy asks.

I look at him, eyes wide, and nod solemnly.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Let's get you a plug, baby," he says, rising from the bed and grabbing my favorite vibrating plug and a little bottle of lube. He then walks around behind me, making quick work of lubing up the head of the anal plug and bringing it to my puckered asshole.

"Big breath, baby," Daddy instructs me as he pushes in the plug past my tight ring of muscle on my next inhale before turning on the button making it buzz to life.

I let out a soft moan and squirm a little as Daddy makes his way back to the bed.

Straightening, I continue, grabbing my soft belly in both hands.

"This body is imperfect," I say. "Used, marked and filthy. Useless unless being used by my daddy. That's exactly how it should be. My daddy makes me pretty. I was born to be my daddy's property. For that I am perfect, special, and valuable. I make myself a gift for my daddy."

I lean back on my haunches, resting my hands on my thighs, presenting myself to him. The buzzing in my asshole is beyond distracting but I finish up the last words of my script in a rush.

"My daddy, look at your disgusting slut. Let me forget what I am without you. Tell me that I belong to you," I huff out.

Fuck. I need to cum so badly.

"Please, Daddy!" I beg. "May I please use my vibrator on my slut cunt?!"

"Grab your vibrator and come lay down on your side. Daddy will take care of you," he promises.

I lean forward, scooping up the vibrator from under the bed, before rising to my feet and stepping out of my sweats and panties. I crawl onto the bed and lay next to Daddy who guides me to lay my head next to Daddy's crotch. He pulls his hard dick from his pants.

"You may cum as much as you need, babygirl, but you have until I fill your belly a second time to get all of your orgasms in. It's bedtime and you need cum and rest."

"Yes, Daddy!" I say on a gasp, Daddy guiding his cock into my mouth before I finish speaking, the last of his name garbled.

He doesn't gently pump in and out of my mouth like before, he's fucking my face hard and fast. Shit. I won't have a lot of time to orgasm at this pace!

I power up the vibrator in my hand and bring it to my swollen clit. The double sensations of the vibration in my ass and on my clit is driving me wild and soon my body is arching and bucking against Daddy's hold and he fucks my face and I cum apart over and over with a throat full of dick.

When he comes this time, I don't immediately swallow. I want to keep having orgasms and as loong as his cum is not yet in my belly, I technically can. I hold Daddy's cum in my mouth, on my tongue while I cum at least twice more. Daddy's watching me. I make eye contact with him before I open my mouth wide, showing him his load on my tongue as I come apart a third time.

"Fuuuuuck," he growls low in his chest. "Such a good, fucking girl."

It's only then that I swallow, with a smile.