Continued from Pt. 03
She could feel the tickling of his beard stubble, tracing down the middle of her torso as he left a wet trail from his kisses. She was trying her hardest to will his mouth down and in-between her legs, where her puffy lips were glazed with her anticipation. He looked up at her; she locked eyes with him as he smirked at her, knowing full well how much this was torturing her.
With every inch that he travelled lower, he tasted her skin. His lips glided over her soft, bare pubic mound as he wrapped his arms under her legs, slid down to his knees, and rested them upon his shoulders.
Her heart was pounding, her little clit throbbing at the top of her pretty pussy, begging to be touched. He kissed the inside of her thigh.
"Have you been a good girl?" His words were damped by her thigh.
She gave a slight moan; she could feel her juices overflowing from inside her, and dripping down her ass.
He lifted his right arm away from around her thigh, gripped behind her knee and pushed her leg up. She knew was what coming.
Sting!
He his hand made a loud clap as it connected with her cheek, it hurt. She jolted, her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth opened, an instinctive reaction.
"I asked you a question, Slut." He said, stern voice.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy, yes Daddy, please I've been good!" She pleaded.
He loved hearing her call him by his new name; his still hard cock throbbed every time she did so. He locked eyes with her, he could see her nipples standing to attention, her chest raising and lowering with every breath. Her large eyes conveying her honest emotions; she was scared that she would get hit again, but even more scared that he would stop and that her wet, little, cunt wouldn't be satisfied.
Still looking in her eyes, he slowly lowered her leg back onto his shoulder. She was relived, and let out a sigh.
He kissed the inside of her leg, getting closer to her wet lips. Another kiss, closer, and closer. His lips were now massaging her groin, sat in-between the top of her leg and the rising mound of her right lip. He was nearly there.
He curled his tongue up, and raised his head so his tongue was now on line with her clit. She was breathing so heavily, she wanted to grab his head and pull it into her pussy, but she dared not, she didn't want to do anything to risk being punished.
Agonisingly slowly he traced his tongue towards her clit. She couldn't be more excited.
He quickly brushed his tongue over he clit, a only slight flick, but she felt it all over her body.
"You want this so badly, don't you?" He laughed at her pathetic attempts to control herself.
"Yes, please, Daddy. Please!" She spoke very quickly.
"If I do this, you'll be my little slut. Do you want that?" He said as his fingers dug in and out of her toned thighs.
"Yes Daddy, I'm your little slut." She didn't hesitate; she felt proud saying it out loud.
He smiled, the answer was perfect. He looked down on her pretty little wet lips. Spit trickled from his mouth and landed directly on her clit. She could feel his addition of warm liquid to hers. His face came lower; she could feel his hot breath loom closer to her pink lips.
His tongue glided between her inner lips effortlessly, as he softly curled his tongue up to her clit and back down. Her back arched, her palms were flat on the table but still tried to grip something, her toes curled, nothing had ever felt this good. His tongue repeated this motion, slowly up and down, satisfying yet still teasing. He lapped up her juices every few strokes. The sound of wet kisses and clicks accompanied every movement.
His head moved higher to focus on her clit, her mind was beginning to go into a daze, he sucked on her clit, and she gave into him more as she felt as though he was tonguing her entire soul. He unhooked his arms from around her legs and put his hands either side of his face. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she had on hand squeezing her nipples.
He used his fingers to spread open her lips, exposing her little pink nub, shimmering wet. His head went back down again as he stuck his tongue out and tickled her pussy as fast as he could, it was like it was vibrating.
She moaned, loud. She couldn't help it. At this he smiled, he was playing her like an instrument, making her moan and move just how he wanted. His cock stayed hard below her, he was giving her all the attention, but she was completely in his control.
She felt something else press into her lips, near his tongue. It moving slower was tracing down her lips, his finger. As his tongue rhythmically slid up and down her clit, his finger was gradually collecting her wetness, roaming around inside her lips. He turned his palm upwards, and edged his finger deep inside her. Her body tensed. The contrast of his fast tongue and his slow finger made it hard for her to concentrate on what to feel. His finger pushed upwards, putting pressure on her g-spot and pushing it against her pubic bone. Again, she exhaled with a weak moan. It was a cute exclamation of her submissiveness.
She tried to keep herself under control, but he continued. His tongue was getting faster. His finger was going deeper and harder. She felt it again, the feeling she left in the other room, the feeling brewing deep within her, as if her body was acting of its own accord. It was happening again, she was going to cum.
At this, his finger seemed to get wider, stretching her hole open even more, pushing against every part of her inside walls simultaneously. Two of his fingers were now plunging inside of her, and he hadn't taken his mouth off her clit for a second. She moaned even louder. His other hand slapped her own away from her nipple, and his hand pinched it harder than she was doing. It hurt, it was good.
His fingers inside her, his tongue controlling her, and her nipple pinched, it was all too much for her. It was coming, her orgasm was imminent. She couldn't stop it so she rode with it.
Her ass clenched and pushed her pussy into his mouth; she tightened and throbbed around his fingers. He didn't take his mouth off her pussy, as her clit throbbed against his tongue. A warm flood came over her, her body scrunched up, he lifted his head away just as she sat up, and her pussy pushed his fingers out with a gush of her cum squirting out of her and all over his hand and body.
She sat up into his naked body; she was shaking as he held her, pleased with himself.
"Da-Daddy" She stuttered, and didn't finish her sentence.
He held her until she stopped shaking. She looked up at his face, her eyes wide. He lent in and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, then he presented his fingers for her to lick, she was beginning to love how her pussy tasted just as much as he did.
"You're such a good girl. Now, hands and knees, Kitten." He whispered into her ear.
Still dazed, she obeyed, and got herself onto her hands and knees on the floor. She arched her back, just how he likes it, and presented her still dripping pussy.
"Like this Daddy?" She said with a smile looking over her shoulder at him, and waving her ass in front of him.
Perfect, her leg exercises made her ass perfectly round, larger, and toned. Everything was symmetrical, even her soft naked lips, glistening with her own cum.
He pulled his trousers down further. The sight of her pussy being offered up so willingly to him made him want to dive straight into it. He edged up behind her and slid his hand up her back, up to her neck and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled back, she arched further. He turned her head to the side so he could whisper in her ear.
"You're going to be a good little girl, and do exactly what I want. You're going to be my own little fuck toy now, and I'm going to use you however the fuck I want, got it?" He said in his stern voice again.
"Yes, Daddy." She said nervously.
"What are you again, little one?" He said in a softer tone
"I'm your little slut Da-ah"
