Daddys Home Night Five

Daddy's Home: Day Five

Daddy's leaving tomorrow and it's not lost on me that I was very spoiled the past few days. This morning, I woke up Daddy to suck his cock, like he asked me to, but he was pretty groggy and probably a little hungover. He gave me a pass to suck his dick tonight and I've been thinking about it all day.

I did actually get up early to go work in the office today so I've been away from Daddy for hours. It's so much harder to be away from him when he's home, when I know he's physically nearby.

Now we're snuggled up on the couch, having eaten dinner and tidied up the kitchen, with my head on Daddy's knee. One of his arms is thrown back over the edge of the couch and his other hand is tracing slow lines up and down the skin of my arm as we watch a movie.

My face is so very close to Daddy's dick, it's practically under my right cheek. I'm not paying attention to the movie at all. All I can think about is the swell of his cock, my taste buds actually watering for it. I don't usually initiate with Daddy. I let him tell me when and where and how to be a good little slut for him. But I'm so very desperate.

I reach my left arm up and wrap it around Daddy, right over his cock, hoping my gesture doesn't arouse suspicion, not giving away my intentions to Daddy right away - that it seems more like an affectionate squeeze than anything else. I stay that way for a few minutes, pretending to be distracted by the show, before I begin to slide my hand back until it's resting directly on the soft swell of Daddy's dick. He's not hard so I don't think he's caught on to what I'm doing but if he didn't figure it out before now, he's about to.

I drift my hand a little lower, cupping Daddy's balls, and I begin to slowly, idly scratch my fake nails across them through the fabric of his shorts, teasing with my touch. Daddy lets out a soft grunt of approval and his hand leaves the line it was tracing up my arm to now stroke my hair. I think this means Daddy approves so I continue, softly scratching and squeezing and kneading his balls, practically playing with them. I scoot my body forward, just a little, so I can feel his cock harden under my cheek and I nuzzle my face into it.

Daddy gasps out a soft moan and I nuzzle his cock more while sliding my lower body off of the couch and turning to position myself on my knees on the floor between his legs.

Wordlessly, I tug at the waistband of Daddy's shorts, he lifts his hips, and I pull them down far enough to allow his now ramrod straight cock to bounce free directly in my face. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and his hands immediately come up to my head to grip it firmly in both hands and he guides me up and down his cock.

I want to put as much enthusiasm into this as I possibly can to show Daddy how grateful I am for all of the mind-bending orgasms he gave me this week. I'm really determined to do a good job. I fuck my face on his cock, as fast and as vigorously as I can manage, my only thought my reward at the end - a bellyful of my Daddy's delicious cum.

"You are really doing such a good job, baby," Daddy grunts as he thrusts up into my mouth and holds me down on his cock, choking and spluttering, desperate for air. "I can really tell you want Daddy's cum, don't you?"

I nod eagerly, Daddy's dick still lodged down the back of my throat.

"Let's make your little belly happy, sweet girl."

Only then does he release me enough to back off his dick a little and breathe. I take in a few short gulps of air and then I'm back to bobbing up and down on his cock, desperate for his cum and willing to work hard to get it. I feel like something unleashes inside me and I'm wild for it.

"Fuck, baby!" Daddy cries out, as he empties himself into my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow the hot bursts of cum as they flood my mouth and I gulp them down like they are what sustains life itself. Jet after jet of cum fills my belly and the sense of satisfaction I feel warms me from the inside out.

Only when he's well and truly spent do I lift my head. I look down at his cock to see some of the cum had slipped out through the corners of my mouth and has pooled at the base of his cock. I wrap my hand gently around his softening dick to move it out of the way as I bend to lick up every last drop from his body. Then I bring his cock to my lips and softly kiss the tip before releasing it and rising to my feet.

I intend to just settle back down on the couch to finish the movie with Daddy but his eyes are still predatory as they look up at me.

"Get upstairs. You have a job to do," he commands.

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I've spent the last ten to fifteen minutes on my knees, holding a vibrator to my pussy, facing away from Daddy, making myself cum while he watches. I came two or three times and we both have work tomorrow. He hasn't said much. I'm assuming it's about time for both of us to go to bed so I switch off the vibrator and make my way to my feet.

"What is it you think you are doing?" Daddy asks me gruffly.

"I'm just going to bed, Daddy," I reply.

"You think you've had enough?" he asks me, eyebrow raised.

I fidget slightly.

"I think so?" It comes out as a question.

"Come here," he demands, and he pulls me into bed next to him. He rolls me away from him slightly before sliding his arm under me to come around and wrap around my throat, holding me to his side, with my head cradled in the crook of his elbow.

"I don't think you're done, baby," Daddy growls in my ear. "But Daddy's going to be nice and help you. Turn your vibrator on and put it back on your pussy."

I do as he demands, and as soon as the vibrator touches my pussy, his arm around my throat squeezes.

"Cum for me, you stupid slut," Daddy growls and I do. I'm squirming and squirting, my legs kicking out helplessly as I ride out the sensations overtaking my body and my vision almost goes black.

I want more. My greedy little cunt wants so much more. Daddy knows it but he slackens his hold, enough for me to take a few short gasps before he's choking off my air again and I'm cumming all over again. Again and again, he does this. The puddle underneath us, expanding each time.

I still don't feel dirty enough, slutty enough, disgusting enough.

"Please, Daddy!" I beg, "I need your cock in my mouth while I cum! Please, Daddy! Please give me your cock!"

"Such a nasty girl. You better not cum again unless my cock in is your mouth. You hear me?"

I'm not even sure I answer him as I'm already scrambling onto my knees, desperate to bury his cock down my throat while the vibrator makes me cum. I cum several more times like that, not even really bothering to try and suck his cock, just keeping it lodged in my throat as I shatter apart over and over.

Eventually, I'm reaching the point of exhaustion, when I slip Daddy's cock from my mouth and rest my head on his strong thigh. The vibrator is still against my clit and I want to keep cumming I just can't hold myself up any longer.

"Don't you dare fucking cum without that dick in your mouth," Daddy snarls at me but I'm too tired to pull myself back onto his cock.

"Can you roll on your side, Daddy?" I'm thinking if he can just roll towards me, I can continue to cum with his cock in my mouth without having to use my arms to prop me up.

Daddy graciously abides my request, allowing me to lay on my side, his cock directly in my face. I take him back into my mouth greedily. He's not content to let me just suckle on him though. His hands are back in my hair and he's thrusting in and out of my mouth with a vicious pace.

I keep cumming throughout all of it, thankful that Daddy's taken over most of the work for me. He's pistoning in and out of me wildly now and as he grinds out, "You're going to make me cum again, baby. Fuck!" before my mouth again floods with jets of hot, wet cum. It's not as much as before, but it's still enough that I need to swallow in order to breathe.

Two loads of Daddy's cum in one night?! I'm beaming with pride as I crest one last orgasm and gasp out "I love being your disgusting little slut, Daddy!" as the orgasm barrels into me. I lay twitching there for moment before Daddy gathers me up into his arms.

"Sleep, my special girl," Daddy yawns as he squeezes me closer.

Daddy's leaving to go back on the road tomorrow and I'm sad about it. But something feels different this time. Like our bond is stronger and my addiction to him is more feral. And I can't help but fall asleep, contented, with a bellyful of my Daddy's cum.