2 comments/ 95312 views/ 18 favorites Yes Daddy By: faithy "Now I have a surprise for you." Dr. Daddy told me. I looked at him but I wasn't sure what he was talking about. We had already done so much in the time we had together. "What do you mean?" I asked questioning. I was almost sure he was done with me. "Are you questioning Daddy?" he asked sternly "You know you could earn yourself some punishment for that." "No I didn't mean to disrespect you Daddy." I was quick to respond. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was already feeling the effects of our play. I felt exhausted but yet at the same time I knew I knew I didn't have a choice, and we would do whatever Daddy wanted. I watched him as he picked up the leather flogger that was tossed carelessly on the bed. I cringed as I waited for the falls to hit me. And they did, right across my belly, but they didn't hit me very hard. "Does my baby girl want my baby?" "Yes Daddy." I answered not sure at what he was getting at. Once again I watched his hand rise only to let the falls of the flogger hit me sharply on the pussy. "And will my little girl do anything that I want her to?" he asked in a more demanding voice than a questioning one. "You know I will Daddy. You know that I have given you my body. You own it to do what you want with it." I told him with confidence. "Good girl and today will be one of those times. I don't want to hear any arguments; I don't want any back talk. You will do exactly what I say this afternoon, won't you, without question." "Yes Daddy." I answered a little questioningly. My mind was racing now. I had no idea what he had planned but for some reason, he thought I might not agree with him. The adrenaline started pumping harder once again, as I was now on alert. I trusted him with everything I had in me, but now he was making me questioning that trust a little. He had never given me a reason to question that trust, yet I was. It was the fear of the unknown that was being etched in my mind. "Then are you ready to begin?" he asked. "Yes Daddy." My answer was simple but said with a nervous shake to my voice. I watched him as he tossed the flogger back down on the bed and he picked up the roll of duct tape off the desk. "Sorry baby, but I want to silence you for this. I promise to remove it a little later." And as he spoke he ripped off a piece and placed it a crossed my lips. He pressed it firmly into place just to make sure it would stay in place. My eyes wide with question, and I watched him walk to the television to turn it down a little. Then to my surprise he walked over to the door in the room that connected with the room next door. He opened the door that was on our side of the room and he knocked on the door on the other side. He looked back at me with a wicked grin. "Just you wait and see baby doll. I don't want you to disappoint Daddy now in front of our guest." The door on the other side opened, and a man appeared and he had that biker look. Our eyes locked and he smiled. Instantly I felt shame and humiliation. Here I was tied to the table, gagged, my legs spread wide apart and there was nothing I could do about anything that was going to be done with me. My eyes darted back to Daddy, wild with fear. I squirmed in my restraints begging Daddy for answers with just the wild look in my eyes. Daddy looked at me and laughed a little as he turned to his friend. "It seems she is a little confused. Shall we let her in on our little secret?" "Guess we might as well, since she is looking a little stressed over the deal." The strange man answered. "Sweetheart, this is my good friend Snake. He's the one who did my tattoos. Well we were talking one day and we both came to the agreement of this meeting. But don't worry; I'll be right here to protect you. Remember we talked about this a while ago?" I lay there feeling shamed but nodded at Daddy. I let him know silently that I approved of this. I didn't know how I would feel about having someone else's hands feel me up. But we did talk about the possibility of bringing others into our relationship, and I did agree as long as Daddy would be there to protect me. But since we had never done this before, I was still very nervous. I looked at this man named Snake and his eyes were roaming my naked body with desire. To me he looked like any other ordinary man who was just looking to get laid. I was still afraid but not nearly as I was just minutes ago. I didn't know what to expect but I did know that Daddy would protect me. Daddy walked over to the closet and pulled out something in a black cloth bag. He walked back to me and stood by my side. As he spoke he pulled a portable CD player and headphones from the bag. "Sorry sweetheart but I want you to listen to music instead of our conversation. Since I'll be talking Snake through this. I know you will understand. And I know you're tired, so this won't last to terribly long." And the headphones were put over my ears and classical music turned on. Daddy walked over to the bed and picked up on of the leather floggers. He positioned himself between my legs and proceeded to swat my pussy lightly. It didn't hurt but felt rather nice, at least for the moment. I could see his lips moving as he was demonstrating to this Snake man what the arm and wrist movement should be. As more swats fell upon my bare pussy. I laid back and closed my eyes. I tried to become unattached to what I was feeling, but it was hard to do just that. Some of the hits were directly on my pussy, while others were to the left or to the right on the insides of my thighs. Some were thuddy and others felt stingy, but they all felt perfectly delightful. I lay perfectly still enjoying the vibrations that were flowing through me during this time. I felt fingers roam my bare wet pussy between several swats with the flogger. I knew Daddy was showing him just how aroused I became when my pussy was directly flogged. My mind wasn't listening to my body, and I knew that I was wet because I craved this. I was surprised at myself for realizing that I could feel the difference between whose hands was on the flogger. Daddy's strokes were firm, surer, more balanced. While Snakes were unequal, some were hard, some were soft. Soon I felt the falls of the flogger fall upon the rest of my body, my breasts being the target most of the time. My tits were fondled, and I could feel the milk ooze out of them, since it had been a long time since I had been milked. Soon Daddy's hands were at my breasts squeezing them, kneading them, and knowing full well that he was milking me in his own way. I still kept my eyes closed out of respect for Daddy, while he talked to his friend. Soon I felt lips on both my nipples at the same time. It felt simply delicious, erotic and sensual. I squirmed a little trying to get more. I moaned in pleasure. I loved the feeling of having two men suckle on my full breasts at the same time. Each man sucked at different rates, nibbling, and biting gently. I loved the feeling of each man sucking the liquid gold out of my ripe tits. I wanted the feeling to go on forever, as they sucked and their hands roamed the rest of my body. I soon forgot the humiliation I felt earlier, for it was soon replaced with sheer delight. I was craving more and more. My pussy quivered on its own. I liked this feeling of being violated by a stranger as his hands found their way down to my pussy. He fingered me, and pinched my clit. Deep down I knew he was just a horny man, feeling me up. It felt cheap, but sinfully wonderful. As daddy's hands touched my face and rib cage. He must have known that Snakes hands were penetrating and ravaging my wet pussy. It was over much sooner than I wanted it to be. And I opened my eyes when I no longer felt any touch on my body. I was ashamed for feeling the way that I did over this experience. I knew I shouldn't like feeling of being violated in such a way, but I did. I looked at Daddy and he was handing Snake a latex rubber glove. And my eyes widened staring intently at Snakes hands. He had huge hands! I could see them talking as Snake placed himself between my legs that were still very securely strapped down. I watched as Daddy poured a generous supply of lube over my pussy and as Snake used his already latex covered hand and rubbed it around. He fingered me with two fingers as he worked the lube in and around my pussy that was already incredibly turned on. I could see them talking but I couldn't hear what they were saying. As I watched daddy drizzle even more lube over Snakes hand that was still inside me. He added another finger, and soon someone was pinching my clit as well. Another finger was added and another and I knew that all fingers were now inside me. Because of the burn I felt, and the pain. I closed my eyes and tried to relax using deep breathing skills as the burning continued. I knew he was trying to get past his knuckles, and the widest part of his hand. He kept turning his hand, slowly trying to work it in. It hurt like hell and I moaned and screamed against the gag that was covering my mouth. I wanted either the pain to stop or the pleasure to start. I tried to wiggle away from his hand but the ropes were still to strong for me. I couldn't get away from his large hand. It hurt like the devil himself was breathing fire directly on my pussy. I continued to scream, knowing my sounds would be muffled. I tried to force myself to breath deep, but it wasn't working like I wanted. Snakes hands were much larger than Daddy's. I knew my body would stretch to accommodate him, but it would take time. At least they were working slowly, but the burn was almost too much for me to handle. Yet there was a small part of me that liked this whorish attention. I liked the pain, the burn the fire. I thrived on having my pussy punished. I liked not being able to move away from it or to stop it. I liked having my body controlled, objectified, tormented till my release came. I liked it despite the pain. I still had my eyes closed, when I felt the rest of his hand slip deep within the walls of my pussy. I knew the lips of my cunt closed around his wrist, as I could feel him now trying to open his fist as much as he could, then he would close it. Now I moaned in pleasure, sheer enjoyment to feel that fullness that I liked. I knew the moment a blindfold was placed over my eyes, and taped to the sides of my head. I opened my eyes, trying to peek out, but I couldn't. I thrashed within the confines of the ropes, and I felt Daddy's warm and gentle hands on my body soothing me. As this other man had his fist rammed deep in my pussy. I remember seeing the muscles that this man had in his arms, and I knew it was a matter of time before the fisting motions began. And I felt lucky that it began slowly. But it didn't take him long to work it more harshly and aggressively just like I preferred. I wanted it hard and forceful. I didn't think there was much of a point of forcing a fist deep inside if it wasn't going to hurt, before it slowly melted into feelings of pleasure. His fist rammed in and out of my pussy an inch or so I would have guessed. It felt wonderful being stretched and then mock punched right where it would give me the most pain and pleasure. This mans fist was bigger than Daddy's and it provided me with different sensations. I certainly hoped I was pleasing Daddy in my reactions. But I felt I was responding normally to the sensations I was given. I felt my climax begin to rise. I wiggled and squirmed as I rode the waves. I screamed and howled as much as my gag allowed. The muscles in my body reacted and tensed up. And it continued to bubble inside me. Someone started to suck on my clit, at this point I didn't care who it was. Because that only took me higher in the string of emotions I was going through. They sucked hard on it pulling it into their mouth. As the fist continue to fuck me long and hard. I couldn't take it anymore and my screams were now loud and forceful. As the orgasm crested it took me into that special place, as I call it. I thrashed as I continued to scream, but that didn't stop the sensations. As I went over the edge of my orgasm the screams changed to soft mewing sounds. But the sensations continued and I could feel another one mounting. I couldn't push away the head and hand that was doing this to me. I could only endure the pleasures and the pain that they provide me with. My soft mews turned to violent screams once again. My breathing was fast and rapid through my nose, like that of a wild animal. I withered and strained against my ropes, shaking as the pleasure turned to pain, my clit was sore from being sucked on for so long. My squeals softened as the mouth left my clit. And slowly I felt the hand that was buried so deep inside me pull out. As it left me, I didn't feel the same pain that I felt from being stretched apart when it was being pushed inside of me. I always felt a sense of disappointment and emptiness when I was done being fisted. I loved the feeling of being stretched beyond what was considered normal. I breathed deep through my nose, trying to calm myself and my emotions, as I felt Daddy's hands on my body once more. He was soothing me by massaging me softly. He removed the headphones, but not the blindfold, so I could hear him speak. "Are you ok sweetie?" He asked. I nodded yes since I still had the gag over my mouth. "We will soon be done with you sweetie so I can release you from these ropes, and you can rest, have a bite to eat and bathe. I know you have endured a lot, and we will soon be done with you." He spoke softly and gently. As he spoke his hands moved soothingly over my body. I lay still and continued to breath deep. I heard doors opening and closing. I heard them moving about talking softly to each other. I could hear the mumbles but not the words. So instead of fighting my emotions I relaxed and concentrated on my breathing. Once again, I felt someone between my legs. I didn't know how much more I could endure, I was tired and hungry. I wanted a hot bath, but Daddy promised me that they were almost done. So I waited, for yet another surprise. I felt something cold and wet being poured over my abused pussy. I felt hands moving about my clit and pussy, almost in a washing motion. There were no words to hear, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of my breathing that was becoming more rapid. I felt someone playing with my clit. Someone was holding it this way and that way, lifting the hood up as if giving me a through exam. I felt another pair of hands on my mounds and pelvis area, and I heard Snake say, "One, two, and three." And it was immediately after I heard him say "three" that I felt that sudden sharp biting pain. It was a searing pain that went through the hood of my clit. Immediately I knew what was going on. A scream of death flew from my lips but was perfectly silenced with the gag. My eyes flew open with the realization of what was happening to my body. Snake wasn't just a tattoo artist, but also a body piercer. There was a needle through my clit hood. I froze not wanting to cause damage to that sweet spot that was so sensitive. I knew why Daddy's hands were pressing hard on my pelvis area. It continued to hurt like hell as he finished the piercing. I didn't know if it was vertical or horizontal, or if I received a ring, or a barbell. It just hurt and throbbed. I just whimpered softly as a tear fell from my eye. I couldn't help the tears; they just came naturally because of the type of pain that I felt. Daddy came to comfort me. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I wanted to surprise you with this. Forgive me?" I nodded, not feeling capable of anything else as my body shook. "I'd like Snake to do a few more for me. He's done a vertical barbell on you, and it looks fantastic Baby. You're going to love it when it heals. I'd like Snake to add a few more rings to your outer labia lips. Will you agree?" Once again I nodded, feeling a bit numb. Under the pain, I was pleased as punch that Daddy arranged this for me. I had wanted it done, but I was to chicken to make an appointment with a local piercer and have it done. And Daddy hadn't ordered me to get it done. When we had talked about it before, but neither one of us was very serious about it. Daddy continued to sit by my head as Snake worked between my legs. I was proud of myself for not flinching much when the other 6 rings were placed in my outer labia lips. As Snake pierced me, Daddy removed my blindfold, kissed me and told me how proud he was of me. It hurt like hell, but I knew that the pain was going to be worth it in the end. Because those rings were going to be fun to play with once they healed. And I couldn't wait to feel my first orgasm once that clit hood piercing healed. I couldn't wait to feel Daddy mount me, and rub himself next to that sweet spot. But I knew that would have to wait for awhile. Snaked picked up this things and thanked me for the experience. As Daddy untied the ropes that held me so secure, he promised Snake that my mouth would be showing both of them, my own personal "thank you" the next day. Since my pussy would be off limits until it healed. Yes Daddy I really didn't think there was much that would surprise me. I'm not a kid, I've been around the block, and It's not as if I am from some place like Iowa, but I will admit, she surprised me. Popular opinion held that she was pretty hot, but kind of a freak. Even I will admit she was a little weird. They were pretty much dead on correct. I don't know what it was about her. The things that seemed to make her strange to everyone else somehow made her irresistible to me. She found her clothes in rummage stores. She favored old jeans in strange colors and pants in curious or outright bizarre prints. My personal favorites were plaid and quite possibly a size too small. She was an attractive young woman. She was young, that had a lot to do with it. She had wonderfully large breasts and that had even more to do with it. I was continually distracted by what she would look like without her clothes on. I couldn't help myself. I would find myself walking out of my way to follow her. I would just watch her move and wonder what her pale skin looked like underneath the tight black T-shirt. I don't generally think of myself as old. I know that I am older, I passed 40 two years ago, the same year she could legally enter a bar. I have been married and divorced, almost married a second time. I have three kids running around that occupy most of my free time. Yes, the oldest is closer to her age than I am. I never really took my obsession seriously. It is the same way I would like to drive a Ferrari or fly fighter jets. I would love to do it; it just is not going to happen. So I continued to obsess about her. Flirt with her from time to time. Lust after her each time she walked by. She didn't even think of me in the way she thinks about the boys she sleeps with, and hell, she usually sleeps with girls. Damn, the thought of that was enough to send my middle aged heart into a dangerously fast and out of rhythm state. And so it was with little intent and only a small glimmer of hope that I asked if she wanted to hit happy hour with the team on a random Thursday night. I had asked before so it was really just a passing thought as I walked by her desk on the way out the door. When she asked where, I was caught off guard. It was a good Thursday for drinking. It was cool outside and warm in the bar. There was a good turn out and our little group filled out an arrangement of tables in a corner. We played pool and drank beer. She flitted between the table I sat at and the one at the other end. I drank slowly; after all, I am old. The party thinned out. We vacated one table, then a second. Finally there were five of us and she was still there. As it is with most conversations Andrea and I are in, it quickly turned to sex. It was obvious. Bryan was making a play. I was mostly watching, and occasionally chiming in. It was shitty of me I know but mostly I was setting him up for failure. I was pretty sure she could tell that's what I was doing, I was pretty sure she either appreciated it or found it charming because the little smiles she was slipping me were rather pleasant and just a little naughty. When Brian took a call on his cell phone she leaned over to me. "You know, you really have to stop talking about me banging other girls!" "I'm sorry, am I ruining your action." It's true, inside I was giving myself a little high five. "Ugh, no, but you are making me horny as shit." Crap.. really... think quick... what's the next play. Hurry... hurry... play it cool. "Well, I can help you with that if you need." "Oh shut up... but... you wanna go see some strippers?" Okay, lets see, the choices were go see strippers with hot young freak or, I don't even think there was an or. "Sure, let's blow this joint." I could tell Brian was a little disappointed. I could tell April was shocked. I called for the check and we divided it up. She hugged April and somehow dodged Brian and slipped off towards the door. I swallowed the end of my beer and scurried for the door. Outside she was nowhere to be seen but as I approached my car she was sitting on the curb in front of it. I had been worried she had taken off. We pulled away and briefly discussed where the best place to see boobies was. She sat with her feet pulled up underneath her in the seat. She wished she had a short skirt. I wished the same thing. It would end up costing me $200.00 but I would finally get to see her breasts. Her breasts and more. She got the first dance of course. It was a rather pleasant experience. The young girl was firm and well toned. She was tan with blonde hair and she contrasted rather nicely with Andrea's Goth alternative look. She pressed her breasts to Andy's red lips and ran her hands slowly along her thighs. After the dance, she sat on her lap without putting her small yellow bikini back on. Andrea asked to touch her breasts and she begged off, saying she would get in trouble. She danced for me next and it was obvious I was aroused by her little show and she spent a good amount of time pressing her ass against my erect cock through my pants. She looked longingly into Andy's eyes. The next dancer was not as good looking. She had large rubber breast that never seemed to move. Her dance was mechanical, Andy declined her offer. We sat a couple of songs watching the stage show. We discussed the girls. We debated enhancements vs natural breasts. We had very similar tastes. It was nice. There was no tension in the air, and aside from her lovely deep red lips I almost could have forgotten she wasn't another guy sitting there but a young raven haired pale skinned goddess. Our favorite was on stage and Andrea approached her with a 20. She danced over to Andy and pulled out her G-string and Andy slid the money along her thigh and into the band. She danced for Andy first. She was a curvy girl with a broad round ass. As she ran her face between Andrea's breasts she arched her back and the view was nearly too much. Her thighs were smooth, her calves muscular. Turning, she moved her hips between her legs and looked at me. She played with her delicious tits. The song finished and she danced for me. She was a wonderful girl. Her body was soft but firm and warm. She moved against me, between my legs. I could smell her. I wanted to let myself go but I couldn't. I was looking past her at Andrea. Andrea knew it too. I had had a good dose of whisky now on top of the beer from earlier and I couldn't help myself. I was fixated on her green eyes and red lips and the way she watched the girl dancing for me. "Do you want to watch me with her?" The stripper was whispering in my ear. "Yes." "You want more than a dance, though, don't you?" "Ha." I was flustered. What exactly do you say to that? She finished her dance with her breast pressed to my face, her nipple brushing my lips. She was one hell of a salesman. Sitting on Andrea's lap she was not as shy as the first girl. They were whispering in each others ears and she laid Andy's hand on her breast in full view of the room. I could have been wrong but I could swear she licked Andreas lip just for a moment with the tip of her tongue. The women stood and Andy came towards me. Shockingly, she was now sitting on my lap. Embarrassed, I knew my erection was pressed to her leg, I kept my arms pointedly pressed to the arms of the chair. "I was going to ask if this was too weird for you." Her smile was evil, taunting. "I don't think you can get too weird for me, dear." "Oh, I know I can. You seriously don't have to. We can go." "Oh, I don't want to go anywhere." "I don't now what she has planned but she has me wet just talking about it." "Shit, all right." Her name was Carmen, or at least that's what she was going by. Her pale skin hinted that her real name was nothing of the sort. She pulled the top back on covering herself as best as she could then came and took each of us by the hand. Walking to the back of the club she released our hands and walked with an arm around each of us. At the curtain to the back room another dancer, this one dressed in a short skirt and miniscule tank top, took my credit card. A very large bouncer impressed upon me the importance of sitting still and not touching. Down a dark hallway to a small room we went, pulling the curtain aside there was a booth on one wall and another chair. Carmen sat me down in the booth and pulled Andrea to her. She kissed her deeply and Andrea dared to move her hands over the dancer's body to her ass. Carmen took her hands away. I'm sorry. I touch, you can't. Clearly disappointed Andy took her hands away and Carmen undressed. Standing in front of Andy I watched her move her hands over the black concert T shirt and over her ass the plaid pants. I was glad I wasn't allowed to move. I couldn't. The dancer moved her hands up inside of Andy's shirt and over her breasts. Andy looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. I just smiled. The dancer went to work. Andy's shirt was pulled off and tossed to the chair, then her bra. Her breasts were truly as wonderful as I had imagined. They were soft and full, still unaffected by gravity, they pushed off of her chest and Carmen ran her tongue over the round pink nipples. She was massaging her body and Andy was breathing deeply. When she moved her hands to the waist band of Andy's trousers I thought she was going to fall over. Her shoes sat on the floor by the chair, her pants now draped over the back. The dancer moved her head around her body touching her with her hair. Andy breathed deep and reached out her hands found Carmen's shoulders and she supported herself. "Do you need to sit down?" "uhhhng." Carmen moved her towards me until she sat between my legs, I felt her body. My hands, I dint know where to place them. I looked down at the young woman and worried if my breath would ever come back. Carmen massaged her thighs and Andy held onto my knees. I laid my hands along her legs and felt her warm skin. Carmen descended on her. The crown of her head now pressed to Andy's belly. I wondered what she tasted like. Andy was purring lightly and I was gripping her legs firmly. This was sex. Andy was coming. Her breathing quickened, her body was warmer and her head pushed back until her cheek was in my face. "Oh yes. Oh, please." She whispered. I took advantage of her and moved my hands over her luscious tits and held one in each. "Pinch." She whispered and I took her nipples between my fingers. Small sighs came out of her as the stripper worked her with her tongue. Though I know it was only a few minutes, it seemed to last forever. Finally I felt her body go tense, her neck strained against my shoulder. I released her breasts and moved my hands slowly down her body. I throbbed in my pants so close to a climax of my own I still don't know how I held back. Carmen raised and moved her head over Andy's body until she came to my face. "She tastes so wonderful. You are lucky." "Oh, um, she's not really. I, don't actually know." And with that she pressed her lips to mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth until I did know. It was wonderful. Andy didn't talk. She sat up and looked back at me. She leaned to me and kissed my cheek and stood up. I had another minute or two of her tall lean naked body before she dressed again. Carmen sat on my lap as she put her clothes on and I think as she moved her ass back and forth against me she was trying to get me off as well but it was no use. I wanted Andy. I wanted her badly. It was frightening. Dressed, looking back at me ignoring the naked blonde in my lap, she knew it too. We had another drink in peace and cashed out. Back in my car as I drove her back to hers, it was quiet. I wasn't sure what to say. She was quiet for a while then started. "Well, I have to ask you." "You have to ask me what?" "You know." "Well, there are a lot of things you could ask me. I don't really know which of them is mandatory; they are all pretty good," my mouth was moving without the help of my brain. "Really, what are the good ones?" I couldn't make out the tone of this conversation. Was she mad, embarrassed, or still horny?" "Well, you could ask what I thought of the dance. You could ask what I think of your absolutely gorgeous body. You could ask if I want another drink, or something to eat. The list just goes on from there." "Are you in love with me?" "WHAT?" That really wasn't even on my list possible questions. "I mean, I watched you, you were watching me. There were tits everywhere and you were watching me." "What can I say, your tits are better." I was quiet again. We were close to her car. "You don't love me. You just want me." "I think it's safe to say at this point I want you." She was looking at me again, her feet pulled up on the seat. "What would you do to me?" "Seriously?" "Yes. Seriously." "After that? I want to lick you. I want to lick every bit of you until you beg me to stop. Then I want to lick you more." "Hmmm." She was thinking. I was thinking. I was thinking and I was wanting. Feeling her on me coming had left me wanting desperately. I was now curious. I was confused. I hadn't ever really even thought of actually having her but now, sitting here, I needed to think of an approach. I needed her. Fuck it, I was a dirty old man. "Andrea, I want you desperately. I have been teased to my limit. I want you, I want to take you and fuck you. I want to lick you; I want to hear you come again." We were at her car. She was sitting there looking at me. She wasn't really smiling but there was something going on. "Can you do what you are told?" This is one of those questions that you answer without really thinking about. It's the kind of question that takes you down new roads and new experiences, whether you were seeking them out or not. "For you? I will do whatever you tell me." With that, she gave me directions to her apartment. It wasn't far and surprisingly we didn't talk about much on the way. I parked and she hopped out. I watched her move towards the stairs. It was different watching her now. I knew what was underneath the plaid pants and I was about to have it. She sent me to the kitchen to make drinks. Very tall, very strong, she'd commanded. This wasn't so hard. I could do what I'm told. She came out a minute later, the shower was running and she wore a towel. I took the drink to her and reached for her. I took her into my arms and she looked up at me. I wanted to kiss her, her lips waited. She looked at me with a cold hard stare. "Did I tell you to do this?" She looked down at me holding her. "Oh. Um, sorry?" "I'm not sure this is going to work." "Oh, it will." Fuck, I can't get thrown out now. "Then do what you are told, bitch." Wow. Okay. I'm the bitch. Interesting. "Finish your drink and get in the shower. I want it fucking spotless." And so I did. I washed rather thoroughly actually, turning off the water I asked for a towel. "No towel. Come here." She was standing at the foot of the bed. I was certain now that I was in for something new and that it wasn't the first time she had been in the position. I was hard for her and I really could have used that towel. "You've been hard for hours now. I'm not sure how long I should make you wait." She wore black boots and had pulled on black panties. They were boy shorts. Damn, I love boy shorts. "Lets see. Let's get you off so I can get to some serious work. You wanna fuck me?" "Oh yes. I want to fuck you." "Tell me you want to fuck me, bitch!" That was going to take some getting used to. "I wanna fuck you." "Tell me more." "I want my cock inside you. I wanna fuck you hard." She turned and grabbed a chair, her ass in the air. I knew what to do now. I pulled the panties to the side and took her from behind. She had me talk to her the whole time. It was furious and dirty. I was to call it a cunt or a fuck hole, and each time I pressed my self into her she groaned another command. I took her like I haven't taken a woman in a good long time. I want to describe how good she felt, how good she looked with my hand on her hips and her ass pressed to me but what would really do it justice. She was luscious. The harder I stroked her the harder she wanted it, "Fuck that cunt hole, bitch." She hissed at me, and I did. Panting, I came in her. The buildup had been tremendous and it felt like I would never stop. "Give me that fat cock, oh yeah, split me open." I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Her head bucked and her hair flew. She gasped and this time she cried out as she came, her pussy clamping down on my dick. I rammed it into her again. She was hot now and wet. I slapped her ass and pressed myself deeper into her. She pushed back to take me in. Finally releasing me, she pushed me back. "On your knees, bitch. Clean my fuck hole." I did what I was told. She was salty as my cum dripped out of her and I licked her furiously. I couldn't get enough of her. "Clean me, bitch, clean my little asshole too." She was working some spell on me and I devoured her. She spread her legs and I twisted my neck to get up into her. I wished I could get deeper. Her lips were waxed clean and I ran my tongue over her smooth pussy, I wanted her to come again. Her hand was in my hair pulling me into her. Gasping for breath I couldn't stop. I was growing hard again and the thought of fucking her again took hold of me. I ravaged her pussy, grabbing her ass to pull me to her. I felt she was coming again and as she pulled away I pulled her to me. "Stop it bitch." And she swung at me with a black riding crop. It slapped my ass and sent a furious shot of pain though me. "Hands and knees, my little bitch. You told me you could do what you are told." "Yes, ma'am." I was still gauging how seriously I had to take this. "That's better, but that's not what you are to call me." "What do I call you?" I said looking up at her, her full round breasts just above me. "Bow your head!" and the crop hit my ass cheek again, the pain shot straight down through my legs and strangely though my hard cock. "Right now you are gonna call me Daddy. And you are gonna tell Daddy how much you want me to fuck you." "I wanna fuck you, Daddy." And the crop came down again. "No! Tell me how much you want me to fuck YOU." "I want you to fuck me Daddy." "That's right bitch." And she had moved behind me. She was going to hit me again. The spanking was coming. I was her bitch. "Yes daddy. I want you to fuck me." I was wrong, a spanking was not coming. It was her finger, and it was greasy, well lubed. "Tell me you want it." Her finger was working its way into me. It was a virgin hole and she worked it easy. She had to know. "Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me in the ass." "That's a good little bitch, tell Daddy how you want it." "Oh Daddy, I want it slow like that. Just like that." And I did. It had been cold but now it was warm. My cock moved each time she slid into me. I'd never really thought about this. Never thought I'd like this. "Daddy is going to fuck you now, okay my sweet little bitch? Tell Daddy when it's good." Her voice was soft and tender and as she slid her finger out I knew I wanted it back. I was coming and now I wanted her to fuck me. "Oh Daddy. I need you to fuck me." "Oh, I am gonna fuck you.. You tell me when it's good." It was cold, just as her finger had been and it was large. It pushed at my anus and I felt it clamp down. "Open that ass bitch. I wanna fuck it." The calm voice was gone now. "Look up bitch, you see the mirror. Can you see Daddy sticking his cock in you? I couldn't see the cock but I could see her. I saw her dark mascara, her full red lips, and her luscious round breasts. I felt her too. I felt the strap on break down the door and slide into me. She moved it slow at first and it moved deeper. She grabbed my hips and I moaned. Yes Daddy "Don't moan at me. Tell me." "That's good." And I felt the crop on my ass again. "That's good Daddy. Fuck my ass daddy." And she did. She started slowly but as I relaxed she went deeper and harder. It was new in so many ways. I was being fucked. It was a whole new experience. It wasn't gay, I didn't want a man in me, and I wanted her to fuck me. I watched in the mirror as her tits slapped back and forth with each stroke. She took me there on the floor of her bedroom. I was fucked good and hard. She knew when I was coming. She slapped my ass and changed stroke. I knew I was coming but the fat rubber cock sort of stops things from happening. I came for a long time, each time another quake through my ass balls and cock. She was coming too and she slapped me and made me talk to her. "Yes Daddy." I begged. "Fuck me, Daddy." I pleaded. Finally she was finished. She pulled the giant shaft out of my ass and it was a whole other feeling. It was strange, foreign, and delicious. Finished I lay on the floor, my cock still hard. She was soft and soothing again. "Do you still have something for me?" She was moving her body over me; I felt her nipples moving over my back. I couldn't really talk so I rolled over. She positioned herself over me and spread her legs. She took my still hard cock into her mouth. The panties were gone now and her pussy was open and available to me. She didn't talk as she slid her lips over me. I didn't talk as I licked, tickled, touched and nibbled at her. Time was lost and all I knew was that she was incredible. I moved my hands over her body, every inch of it impossibly young and soft. I came again as she worked me with her mouth and lips. "Think of that as your reward." "My reward?" "For being a good little bitch and doing what you're told." "Oh, um, okay. I am really new to all this." "I know, it's sweet. You will be good practice." "I will be?" "Well yeah. You are still my little bitch aren't you? You want to fuck me again, don't you?" "Oh, hell yes." "And to do that, you are going to be my bitch. And I am going to fuck you harder next time. You are only a virgin once." I didn't have a response to that. I kissed her briefly before I left. I guess I was only a virgin once. But I think I was going to be a bitch again. And I was looking forward to it.