Daddy's Home: Day Four
After last night, I've been looking forward to my new job all day. Having Daddy watch me fuck myself with a vibrator and call me all the dirty names under the sun while I squirted for him has transformed me somehow. I want to be dirtier, nastier, filthier for him. I've squeezed my thighs together so many different times today to try and relieve the pressure of my unreleased pleasure at just the thought of his eyes on my dripping pussy.
We're sitting on the couch together, settling down to watch a show. I really would rather my Daddy fuck my brains out instead but he hasn't made a move on me all day. I'm starting to think it's intentional that he hasn't given my slutty pussy a single second of attention. I'm squirmy and desperate for him.
Under the blanket thrown over my legs, my left hand snakes into my panties and I rub my clit slowly. Just to relieve the ache a little bit. I don't mean to make any noise as I gasp quietly at the sensation.
From the corner of my eye, I see Daddy's head whip around to watch me. My hand immediately stills. I feel like I've been caught being naughty.
"What are you doing under that blanket, baby?" Daddy says with more than a little amusement in his voice.
"Nothing!" I reply indigently.
"Uh huh," Daddy says and I can tell he knows exactly what I had been up to under my blanket.
But instead of doing something about it, Daddy turns back to the TV, presumably to continue watching the show on screen. Are you kidding me?! I'm DYING over here!!
A few minutes creep by and I really do try and watch the show but I'm so fucking horny right now that I just can't stand it. My left hand resumes circling my clit and, although I try and keep the movement of my wrist discreet, I can see Daddy's head turn to watch me. For a moment or two, I pretend I haven't noticed him noticing me and I let my eyes flutter closed as a soft moan escapes my lips.
"What is it that my baby needs?" Daddy finally says as I begin to arch my back.
I turn my head, opening my eyes, and finding his eyes on mine.
"I want to do my job, Daddy," I gasp, still circling my clit.
"Oh, baby. You're going to have to beg me to be allowed to do your job tonight. You liked it a little bit too much."
"Beg, Daddy?" I whine but he just smiles.
"I need a drink, Babygirl. You better go make me one."
I pull the blanket off my legs in a huff and go into the kitchen to mix up a big drink. I return moments later with a large wine glass in hand and reach out in offering to Daddy but he beckons me to sit next to him. I do and his arm immediately comes around my shoulders. He takes the drink in his right hand and brings it to his lips, taking a sip. He then hands the drink back to me and commands me to hold it for him. I sit there, holding his drink for several minutes, as he sips from it intermittently. The wait to get what I want is brutal, being forced to cater to him making my thigh slick.
Daddy takes the drink from me, setting it on the coffee table and guiding me to kneel on the floor between his knees before again reaching for the drink and returning it to my grasp. He then lifts his hips to slide his sweats and underwear down his legs, his proud cock at full attention for me.
"Hold my drink," he says menacingly, "and don't spill a fucking drop."
Daddy then grasps both sides of my head, guiding my mouth to his cock.
I lick the swollen tip of his dick with the flat of my tongue before I take him into my mouth. He allows me to rest the bottom of the glass on his thigh but I am still responsible for keeping it upright. I feel Daddy hit the back of my throat and I choke a little on his dick as my air supply is cut off.
I bob my head up and down on his cock as I squeeze my thighs together and it doesn't take long for me to slosh liquid over the rim of the glass and onto Daddy's thigh as all of my focus and attention is on the cock in my mouth and not the drink in my hand.
Daddy chuckles and takes the drink from me, returning it to the coffee table.
"Such a greedy, nasty girl," he growls, "who can't even keep from spilling Daddy's drink because you love cock that much! Only stupid whores do stuff like that. Are you a stupid bitch?"
I nod, Daddy's dick still in my mouth, as I look up at him.
"Say. It." he demands.
"I'm a greedy, nasty, stupid bitch" I repeat back to him, my words garbled around his dick as I didn't bother removing it before speaking.
"Yeah, you are," Daddy says, voice gravelly, as he raises a hand to slap me across the cheek after pulling me off his shaft.
"Let's go upstairs and you can do your job for me. But I'm going to make it a little more interesting."
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We're standing in the middle of our bedroom, I'm completely naked, and Daddy is holding a vibrator.
"I'm sorry, baby. But Daddy needs to take a shower. You're going to wait here for me on your knees with the vibrator. The catch is, Daddy gets to decide the vibrator's setting and you don't get to change it."
I groan in response. He knows that I can only cum to one setting - constant, intense, all the way up - and that the other settings just serve to frustrate and tease me. He chooses a setting that seems particularly diabolical and hands the buzzing toy to me.
He then turns me around and has me kneel on the cushion on the floor. He walks around in front of me to cradle my head in both hands. It almost feels like a loving gesture but without warning Daddy pulls back and spits directly in my face. I pinch my eyes shut to prevent saliva from getting into them. I'm effectively blinded.
"I expect you to keep that on your face the entire time I'm in the shower," he growls, shoving my head to the floor with my ass up. He then encircles the wrist holding the vibrator and brings it up to my pussy. I jolt at the sensation.
I feel him rise and back away from me. But I can't hear anything else over the frustrated cries and moans spilling from my lips and because I can't see, I can't tell if he's still behind me. I don't dare try and change the setting on the vibrator to get some much needed relief because I'm terrified he's just standing there, waiting for me to mess up.
It feels like I'm left there for hours. I am never able to get over the edge I am so desperately seeking. I'm frustrated and desperate and now I'm almost starting to get angry. I practically sob when I hear Daddy's voice.
"I tried to be quick for you, baby. You look like you're really struggling there. Do you need two vibrators, pretty girl?"
"Yes!" I choke out. "Please, Daddy! And can I change the vibrator setting? Please?!"
"Go ahead," he answers.
I fumble with the vibrator already in my hand and mash the buttons until I find MY setting before bringing it back to my clit. Daddy bends down behind me offering me the second vibrator, already buzzing merrily away on the setting I love best.
"In your pussy," he directs, "I want you to make yourself squirt. I'm going to catch it in my hands and feed it to you."
I feel like my heart literally skips a beat at his words. I shove the second vibrator into my greedy, wet hole and grind down onto the vibrator at my clit at the same time. Making myself squirt takes less than a minute and Daddy is there, his hand cupped between my legs catching as much of the dripping liquid as he can. His other hand reaches into my hair and yanks me up, holding my head back and he brings his cupped hand to my lips and pours the liquid into my mouth before rubbing his wet palm across my face, smearing it with the spit he left there before taking a shower. Both hands then come up to fishhook my cheeks from either side.
"Now you're a pretty girl! Look at you!" Daddy exclaims before, again, shoving my face to the floor.
I stay there, cumming over and over again on the double vibrators while Daddy watches, his encouragement making me feel even more wanton and dirty.
"Does my baby need her ass filled?" Daddy asks me, minutes later, from the chair he's perched in to watch me. "Not quite full enough?"
"Yes!" I beg while I also hang my head in shame.
"Should we put a little vibrator in your ass? You're such a slut that you need more?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I cry and a string of incoherent begging follows.
Daddy stands, walking over to the trunk of sex toys in our closet, and grabs the new vibrating anal plug I bought and a bottle of lube, walking back over to me.
"Please, Daddy. Just hand it to me. I can put it in."
"Oh, no, baby. Daddy is going to put it in. You just make a really big noise when you're ready for me to push."
I don't know why I'm mortified to have Daddy put in the plug but I am. I try and reach back around for it but Daddy slaps my hands away bringing the lubricated plug up to my puckered entrance.
"Daddy puts it in, baby."
He starts to apply pressure to my back entrance and it's all I can do to return the vibrator I dropped back to my clit and grind down into it, grunting loudly as I do. Daddy takes that as his signal and he pushes the plug in, slipping past my tight ring and nestling in my asshole like it had found its way home. It buzzes to life immediately, the remote controller to it in Daddy's hand.
