Today was just one of those rainy, Fall days that had a way of making me feel very horny for my Daddy. As I enjoyed my email and looked at naughty pix of myself sucking Daddy's dick and such, the phone rang.
To my delight, it was Daddy! He sounded so sexy when he asked, "Are you at home, or are you at work?"
Such a Daddy type question. Always making sure of the parameters before suggesting anything. Never putting himself, or me, out there, without considering the variables, first.
Gasp! "Ohhh, Daddy! Hiiiii! I am at home! Thank you for calling!"
"What are you doing? Have you read your email?"
When Daddy says that, I know there are some very suggestive things to be found. By happy coincidence, I was seated at my computer and was already beginning to respond to a couple emails as we spoke. Daddy has the most curious way of seeming to KNOW where I am, or when to direct me, even before I tell him I have free time.
As I viewed the many pix that he'd sent of us doing The Nasty, I grew hotter by the second. And, as breathless as my Daddy makes me, I still wait to see where he will next lead me, before burdening him with my verbal outbursts or idle chatter. Leading is his right. Following his instructions is my forever task. Even on the phone. Leaning back in my chair, I listened as his voice took me on an unplanned erotic journey.
He next said, "I am at work. I just wanted to call and say hi and see how you are doing. I had some pix on my flash drive that I wanted you to see. I want you to tell me all about sucking my dick after you see them."
Ass wiggle! My mouth watered at his mere suggestion. Closing my eyes, I pictured his perfect, hard black dick. I could almost taste the flavor of his cologne down by his belly button hairline. I imagined myself nuzzling there; readying him for a good dick sucking.
"I want to piss in your mouth and fuck your ass," he said. His statement was as evenly and perfectly pitched as though he were saying, "Soooo, how was your day?"
Instant Goose Bumps! Electric shock coursed down my whole spine. His words are like a taser. My hand crept inside my panties. I grew two inches taller, in my chair with his velvet voice in my ear.
He said, again, "I want you to write me a story about fucking your ass. Be sure to state how badly you want to drink my piss."
I was beside myself with the happy thought of An Assignment. My Daddy wants a story! Huge, crazy grin! I LOVE writing stories for Daddy!! I get to say all the Nasty Good things that I want in my stories. And, Daddy likes it when I use my talent and imagination to please him.
Daddy's voice got very soft and low. "I need to go, now. I am getting a woody and I am at work, as I said. Write me a email letter and tell me what you want. You already know what I want. Say the things I like to hear and I will read them later."
I said, "Yes, Daddy. Thank youuuuu for calling!" And with that, my Daddy was gone. Click.
Left only with a dial tone in my ear, my mind raced back to all the times when I wished I'd said more...
Many hours have passed since my Daddy called. I have looked at the naughty pix he'd sent of us, at least 5 times, today. I have masturbated, have cum deliciously, and have taken a nap that resulted in another erotic dream. I woke just 50 minutes after lying down with a fresh, white-hot desire for him. My useless toy was still in the bed beside me, dead batteries and all. It was of NO interest. It had it's chance. It was only Daddy that I needed. Only Daddy could fully sate me.
So, here I am, again glancing at the pix of his dark and muscular, black frame. Each time that I look at them, I remember how certain parts of him felt to my touch. The ridges and clefts, the dark hairs on his forearms, the muscles in his ass, his hard thighs and back, his firm grip on my shoulders, his fingertips pinching my nipples...and oh, gosh yes, the girth and density of his perfect dick in my mouth, or pussy, or ass. I became enveloped by vivid memories of taste, sight, touch and sound.
Daddy? If I could whisper to you, right now, I would plead by crawling to you, to suck your dick and drink you.
"Please, Daddy? Please let me suck your dick. Please let me make it nice and hard."
I imagine working my tongue up and down and all around. Suckling like a calf. Rubbing my thumb on the underside of the head, in unison with wet licks of appreciation. Stroking balls and shaft, ever so gently. Watching in utter amazement, for the one zillioneth time, smiling as his shaft grows in my hands and curves down my hungry throat. Looking up at his face I am always honored to find Daddy watching intently; nodding his approval. So awesome that he would watch me pleasure him in that way. Me, winking and assuring him that I will eat his delicious cum or do anything else that he may want or need. I am so mesmerized every, single time that he allows me to suck that beautiful dick.
I mentally time stamp the pix in my head. Thinking back to Moving Day...wishing I had said, "Oh, Daddy do you HAVE to go? Please don't go! Please take me with you!!! Please let me look into your eyes one more time! I need to see your face, Daddy. I need to see your eyes. I need you to own me with The Look, one more time!" But, in silent resignation, I only looked up at him, on Moving Day, in utter awe and devotion, honoring his need for silence, instead. Remembering, still, how Moving Day was the ONLY time that Daddy ever came inside my pussy. Recalling the warm spurts of his cum, there, and feeling him contract inside my rarely used "front hole" is a memory I will never forget. To me, his cum inside my pussy was a mark of his lasting ownership, deposited on purpose, on Moving Day. I did not even take a bath, that night. I wanted to keep him inside me. I slept in a tightly curled ball, that night, after watching him drive away on Moving Day. I did not want to lose a drop of him.
Fast forward to interstate exit 191. End of June. My second visit after Moving Day. He sent for me! Not just once on May 19, but twice? Yay! He did not forget me!! Getting driving instructions meant it is ON and that Daddy's dick was on the other end of that trip. How divinely erotic! Oh, gosh, I was going to visit Daddy! I was so very excited. Destination, a very nice hotel room. We each drove half the distance.
Big, tall mattresses that were just the right height for rimming and sucking and fucking. Daddy took photos of my tan lines, after I freshened up from my drive. Daddy put my sexy, black, lace up gloves on me and allowed me to masturbate and talk to his camera. I so enjoy masturbation while he watches! Daddy placed his fingers in my ass as I posed, afterward, for inspection, on all fours.
When that happens, automatic and involuntary phrases like, "Yessss, Daddy! Yes, please?" spew out of my mouth. When he inspects and puts his fingers in my ass and moves my thong to the side, I smile a big Over Shoulder Smile, just for him. He spanks my ass, a time or two, to make sure I am on point. I love it when Daddy smacks my exposed, pink ass.
Then, oh, gosh...then, Daddy lowered his head, and ran his tongue down the crack of my ass. He licked up and down, tortuously and slowly, while spreading my cheeks even wider to get his tongue up in my hole. Looking over my shoulder, at the lens of the camera, I moaned in pleasure. I cannot even talk when my ass is being rimmed in that way. It is a private thing that I do not quite know how to accept. It is only for Daddy to do, when he wishes. Or not. I just try to remain very still and try to keep my legs from shaking, and hope that it will last a little longer.
A quick breather to ready myself for the next activity was allowed. I checked myself and found a handful of very profuse pussy juice.
"Oh goodness!" I showed Daddy the wetness on my fingers and pussy, and I believe it complimented him highly to know that he would always have that effect, on me. He took close up photos of the wetness dripping into my hand and down my thighs.
And then, my Daddy did the Nasty Good thing. He propped my face and shoulders up on pillows, and got on his knees, very close to my face. My breath caught in my throat! Oh, gosh, is he going to...is he going to let me taste...oh, please is Daddy going to piss in my mouth?
Daddy said, "Are you ready?" That always means warm piss is about to trickle down my throat. Delightful shudder!