Daddy Asks Me to Wear a Thong

The door swings open, my heart already racing. You're standing there, arms crossed, that smirk playing on your lips. "Good boy," you murmur, scanning me from head to toe. I shiver, my skin prickling -- more from being under your gaze than the chill air creeping in through the open door. You've convinced me to be your servant, to dress up and serve you--and tonight, we're doing it at my place which adds an extra thrill for me.

I'm wearing the special outfit you last saw me in: a semi-sheer black thong, shaved all over, my hair styled, under a bathrobe that's open just enough to let everything peek through. You stand at the door stretching the moment our just long enough for me to feel nervous, but not so long that any neighbours can see. I felt ridiculous the moment before I opened the door, but the way you look at me makes me feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. "Fuck, Kenni," you say, your voice low and rough. "You look good enough to eat." I preen under the praise, my cock twitching in my thong.

You step inside and I greet you with a practiced curtsy that reveals just enough of what's underneath without ruining the show that's to come. "Welcome, sir," I purr, taking your coat and hanging it up. You chuckle, eyes raking over me. "Damn, you weren't kidding. You really did dress for me."

I offer you a drink. You order an Old-Fashioned on the rocks. Your hand brushes against my ass, as I leave. II mix it up at the kitchen bar, reaching just a little too far forward as I get the bottle, hoping to give you a good view. I sashay over to you with your old-fashioned on a little tray.

You pat the couch next to you. We make small talk while your hand brushes against my leg, my chest, my nipples. I gasp, but I don't pull away. I'm here to serve, after all.

Small talk soon gives way to kissing on the couch. Its not long before we're making our. I melt into your arms, a little intimidated but relieved that you're taking charge so I don't have to. Your hands linger a little too long on my hips, you fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I shiver, I love the attention, the way it makes my skin burn, my cock straining against the thin fabric of my thong. I don't stop you. I can't. I'm your plaything, and I love every second of it.

Your eyes darken with desire. I hand you a small box. You take off the lid, remove my collar. You smile and fit it around my neck. I tilted my head back, exposing my throat. The snap of the buckle echoed in the silence, and I felt the weight settle against my skin, claiming me as yours for the evening. You kiss me hard, marking me as yours.

"Alright," you say, your voice dripping with authority. "Time for your performance." My stomach flutters with nerves and excitement. I know what you want--I want it too -- I've been training myself for this.

I lead you upstairs, to the guest room. The bed is made, and I've got the room all ready, dimmed the lights. I step into the center of the room, the music already playing softly in the background.

I start slow, swaying my hips to the rhythm. The robe slides off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. The room is silent except for the music and my ragged breath filling the air. I tease, rolling my hips, running my hands over my body. I turn around, bending over just enough to give you a show, my ass on full display.

I straighten up, my fingers hooking into the sides of my thong. I wiggle out of it slowly, letting it fall to the floor. You groan, because under my thong is a second small black thong. I stretch this out, shaking my booty to the music and rising my arms over my head. Finally, I slowly, teasingly slide the tongs down to reveal... another thong, even small than the first two. Nothing but string.

My body on full display. I feel powerful, desired.

You stand up, your eyes dark with hunger. "Kenni," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. "Crawl to me." My knees hit the floor instantly, my body moving on instinct. I crawl towards you, my ass swaying with each movement. When I reach you, you tangle your fingers in my hair, pulling my head back. "Such a good boy," you murmur, your thumb brushing over my lips. "Now beg."

I whimper, my cock leaking against my stomach. "Please, Daddy," I gasp, my voice trembling with need. "Let me suck your cock. I need to taste you, to feel you in my mouth. Please, Daddy, I beg you.. Let me suck your cock." You chuckle, your grip tightening. "Such a desperate little boy," you say, shoving me down onto the floor. "Open your mouth."

I do as I'm told, my lips parting eagerly. You pull your dick out, thick and hard, and I moan around it before you even touch me. My hands grip your thighs, my tongue swirling around your head as I take you deeper. The room fades away, the only thing I care about is you, your taste, your scent, the way your fingers tighten in my hair as I hollow out my cheeks and suck you with everything I have.

I'm not good at this. You pull my head off your dick just long enough to look down at me, your eyes burning with lust. "Take it slowly, baby," you growl. "Go slow. Enjoy it. Show me how good you are at this." I gag slightly, tears pricking at my eyes, but I don't stop. I love being coached, on how to worship your cock. My own cock is dripping, aching for release, but I don't touch it. This is about you, about your pleasure.

You finally come, spilling all over my face. It's a sight for me to behold, something I haven't see this close up. I love it. You collapse on the couch spent. I curl up at your feet.

Slowly you start to play with my chest, your finger circling my nipple. My cock jumps. You get some lube and play with the other nipple, gently rolling both between your fingers. Your mouth closes over the left one. Teeth scraped the sensitive peak, and I cry out, back arching off the bed. Then your mouth latches onto the right, sucking hard, tongue pressing flat against the bud. My hips buck. My cock throbs, still trapped in my thong. The dual sensation hit like a current--sharp, hot, unbearable. My hands claw at the sheets. You go slow easing off whenever I am too close.

"Please Daddy, I beg you...

"Hmm," you say. "Maybe after another drink." I know you'r doing this not because you want a drink, but to torture me, because you know how I love to prance around, my cock bobbing, wh