Daddy's Hands

Your hand holds mine gently, your thick fingers dwarfing my slender ones even as they intertwine. Your eyes are on the television but mine are watching you. You sit mostly expressionless. Every once in a while your lips twitch into the briefest hint of amusement at the show and your thumb gently traces where it rests on my hand.

Slowly, as to not disturb you, I lift our hands and add my second hand on top of yours. I stroke your skin gently with my finger tips. My eyes wander down to where my two smaller hands embrace your larger one and my eyes well with tears quiet.

I think of all your hands have done. Accomplished. Built.

Not just to me, for me, with me. But for others, for the world. I lift our hands gently until they reach my face and then I untangle our fingers carefully. Once your palm is free I move, pressing my soft cheek into your open hand. My eyes close as I catalog every sensation. The roughness of your finger pads and various callouses, your palm smoother in comparison.

I sigh, leaning into your hand and just allowing myself to feel the safety you always bring me. The sense of peace that overcomes me when I am in your presence is like a warm blanket.

I suddenly feel your eyes on me, even with my eyes gently shut. I give myself another moment or two to bask in your strength and goodness before I open my eyes and look right into yours.

I know you must be able to feel the blush that spreads through my cheeks like wildfire and I I start to drop your hand but then your other reaches out like a flash and tangles its way into my curls. The small whimper that leaves my mouth is a tad embarrassing but I push through the shame to meet your eyes, as I have been taught.

"What is wrong, Mine?" Your voice is gruff from lack of use this evening and a hint of worry.

My mind races as I realize your worry for me. You think I'm upset.

"Not upset," I whisper, hoping my eyes are saying what my mouth is struggling to get out.

The hand in my hair tightens slightly and gently shifts my head, angling me to more fully look you in the eye.

"Then why the tears, my little one?" Your voice sends a shiver down my spine as my need to show you my feelings starts to grow.

"You... you have done so much. These hands... have done miraculous things." My head turns slightly in your grip. My lips are kissing your palm between thoughts as my feelings spill from my mouth unrestrained, lost in my thoughts.

"Saved lives."

A kiss to the middle

"Carried death."

A small nuzzle before lip press into your palm.

"Brought pleasure."

The tip of my tongue slides up one of the grooves in your palm, spanning the whole length.

Your eyes seem to go hooded, searing my own gaze with a mixture of lust, pride, and bafflement that I've always found heady in invoking within you.

I hear a low noise coming from your throat as my teasing, light lick intensifies. My tongue flattening as it reaches the bottom of your middle finger and licking up the length of the digit until reaching the very tip. Keeping my eyes trained on yours, I open my mouth and slip your long, rough finger into my wet mouth about halfway. My cheeks hollow as I suck and my tongue rubs and twists.

Your grip on my hair tightens and the low noise happens again, but you make no move to remove me from you. I take this as your approval as I suck my way up to the pad of your finger again and then open my mouth wider, taking two thick fingers in my mouth this time. After a few moments my eyes start to close as I get lost in the sensation of my gentle suckling.

And then your fingers are slipping from my lips slowly, dragging over my tongue and caressing my bottom lip as you exit.

My eyes snap to attention and my lip pouts as soon as you are no longer touching it. Then I notice the change in your expression.

The lust has overcome everything else. You are the hunter and I willing prey.

"Tell me more." Your voice is more a rasp of need than anything else.

"I want to show you. I want to worship your hands. I want to.." Insecurity flashes through me and your hand grips my hair and I refocus on what matters. "I want to reward you. For everything these hands have endured, carried, given. Please, Daddy? Let me give you what you deserve."

Our lips are crashed together faster than I can even register and my mouth falls open in a gasp as you claim it with a demanding tongue.

You kiss me until I have no air and then feed me yours.

You pull me back by my hair and I am flushed and breathless as my eyes wildly search yours. My chest rising and falling even as my hard nipples strain through my shirt. Our eyes are locked together, your pupils blown wide with desire.

Then you're pushing my back and are on me, hovering above slightly as the hand I was kissing makes a beeline for my panties by way of fondling my tits through my t-shirt.

"You're my little reward, huh, honey? That's what you're saying? All the shit and mire and here you are to make it all have been worth my while?"

Your voice is a growl as your fingers find the seat of my panties drenched as you push past them and shove the two fingers I had been sucking inside me.

The moan that leaves my mouth is obscene and ends in a whine as you crook your fingers and press deeper.

"Oh, good girl. So wet for me and I've barely touched you, little one. You say you're my reward? Well I want your cum. That would please me. Cum all over my fingers. No, don't think." Your fingers withdraw slightly then are pressed even deeper. "Cum. Now."

And I do. I crash into an intense orgasm that has my arms clinging around your shoulders and head as I lose control and tumble into pleasure.

Your fingers stop moving as I shake with pleasure and I know you're savoring the feel of my pussy spasming on your thick fingers and my wetness soaking them.

As I come down, I feel your other hand stroking my cheeks and hair and your gruff voice praising me.

My eyes open to find yours trained in me just as your fingers slip free of my slippery cunt.

You lift your fingers between us, the mess of my orgasm coating your skin. Without words, I know what you want. I leaned toward you, my mouth open, tongue sticking out slightly.

Your response is a grunted, "Good girl."

Then you press forward, fingers sliding up my tongue as we stare into each other's lust filled eyes. Once your digits are fully seated as far as they can go without gagging me, and you do know my limits so well, your voice comes out again, almost animalistic. "Suck."

My lips close around you and I suckle my flavor off your hand, a slightly pathetic whimper leaving my mouth as the electricity you invoke crackles inside me from lips to clit.

I am alive for this moment, lost in your energy. The spell you cast on me thickens in the air as all I can taste, smell, feel is my wet pussy.

I moan around your fingers and in response you press deeper, gagging me for a second then pulling back.

Tears form in my eyes purely from the intensity of the moment as the hand not in my mouth grips my chin and angles my head as your slides slide into my throat again, longer this time.

I remain loose and compliant, allowing you to explore my mouth as my tongue gently lathes, wanting to savor every drop of my release.

Then your hands are off me as you rip yourself from me, voice so low and gravely I cannot make out your words as you remove your clothes and mutter to yourself.

My eyes roam your body and I can tell that my appreciation is met with apprehension. My grin spreads, my lips curving to an adoring smile that seems to have the desired effect as you reach down and part my thighs. As you slide between them, your heavy cock presses into the hot flesh of my pussy, bumping my clit as you tease a whine from the back of my throat.

Your hands grip my hips and tug, angling me how you want me as your dick breaches my tight pussy.

I hiss a bit, the stretch always a beautiful blend of pain and pleasure as you fill me. Your entry is slow but does not falter until you are deeply seated between my legs, pushing them up by my thighs as you hold yourself within me without moving.

I can feel a twitch in your cock every once in a while as your dominant hand reaches out and strokes my hair as I tremble. I look at you with wonder as you give me time to adjust, your hand cupping my cheek next and then my jaw, guiding us together into a kiss. It starts slow, teasing but as your hand slides lower, cupping my throat gently, I pull your tongue into my mouth and suck for a moment, until your hand tightens. My eyes must betray my flash of fear as you shush me and circle your hips just a bit, the tension of your cock stretching me further as your hands move on from my neck and down to my breasts, cupping one so that your palm presses into the hard pebbled nipple.

My back arches, shifting my body and nudging you just a bit deeper inside me. Lower your hand wanders, touching and stroking every inch of my soft skin on your descent until your thumb rests over my swollen clit. You press inside my lips, down into my bud, and stroke your thumb pad gently. My reaction is instant, moaning as my hands raise above my head, gasping for something to hold onto, something to ground me as my senses are overwhelmed.

"That's it, my baby girl. Mmm, that's right. Soak Daddy's cock so I can fuck this sweet little prize of a pussy as hard as I want."

Your words push me over again, my mind swirling with thoughts of you and your ownership of me. You growl out something that I wish I could understand but am too far gone to hear.

You grab my legs by the thighs, using them to fold me up and in half as my knees practically touch my chest as you start to move more frantically, lost in your need to claim my cunt.

My eyes slam shut as I can not longer keep myself focused on you, the feeling of your deep fucking overwhelming every sense until all that's left is me serving you.

I am the perfect toy to be used in this moment. A warm fuckdoll who's only purpose is to bring you pleasure. I love every moment of it and letting myself float and moan and whimper as you thrust inside me, seeking your pleasure.

And then I feel it, you pressing deeper, bending me more out of shape as your rhythm begins to become erratic, frantic.

And then I hear my name. My real name. And my eyes fly open and meet yours. As soon as they lock, the barest grunt leaves your lips as I feel your cock unload inside of me. The feel of being filled, of you once more claiming my pussy as your own, pushes me over again.

We are both shaking by the time we come down, you staying seated with a slowly softening cock keeping as much of your cum inside me as it can keep from leaking out around you.

My pussy continually twitches and clenches you, orgasm never quite subsiding fully until you finally and so slowly start to withdraw from me.

Your cum spills from my stretched hole as your grip on my thighs finally loosens and relaxes. My smile is tired but full of gratitude as I look up at you.

I glance at your cock and move to start to clean you of our spend. But you surprise me with an order I didn't expect.

"Let's go take a shower, baby. Get us both clean. Then we can finish our show with less distractions."

My grin widens as you stand and offer me a hand.

As you guide me to the bathroom, all I can think is that maybe I'm the one who is being rewarded after all.