I sit at my computer late at night waiting for my Daddy to come home. I was pretty much daydreaming until......
He enters the front door and walks slowly with purpose to me. I turn as I hear his foot falls approach, but I do not meet his eyes; instead I focus on the floor. I wait to feel his touch, but he holds back. I feel naked without his heat.
Finally he tells me to sit before him and look into his eyes. As I comply he reaches down to remove his garments for my ministrations.
He has trained me to use only my tongue and mouth to make him hard. As I begin to run my tongue under his rod, I can feel it harden to silky steel. I take the head in my mouth and slowly draw it further in until I feel it on the back of my throat.
His fingers snake through my hair and lock in the back as I take him even more deepas he adds pressure to the back of my skull. I hear his grunt as I start to gag on him and my throat begins to work. My eyes water up and he pulls me away from him just slightly only to thrust in once more. I can't help but to moan on the intense pleasure I am feeling; knowing that I am giving him what he needs from me.
I continue to take him in my mouth over and over as he directs me. His grunts and moans begin to mingle as he becomes even harder in my mouth. I can feel the throbbing of his heart through his cock. Too soon I feel his life juices jet into the back of my throat; and he is spent.
I can see in his eyes he is pleased with me, so as he removes his still hard cock from my mouth he tells me to remove my cloths. His words were spoken softly but with authority, and I follow with out delay.
Once my clothes are off, he motions for the stairs. I know what he is wanting of me, so I precede him up and into the bedroom. I put on the blindfold left on the bed and lie back against the pillows.