Daddys Home Night Three

Daddy's Home: Day Three

Daddy's meeting a friend at the bar for his friend's birthday tonight. I don't want to go, I'd rather take a long, hot bath and so I do, enjoying the heat as it seeps into my aching body. I lean back, resting my head against the tile, and close my eyes.

The aches in my body have me thinking about last night. The swat of the wooden paddle on my ass. Being facefucked with a gag holding my mouth open. Being on my knees.

My right hand slides between my legs and I circle my clit, slowly picking up speed and increasing pressure. I pause to slide my hand lower and tease my entrance with the pad of my middle finger before slipping it inside. My left hand now goes to my clit and resumes the circles and I slowly pump my finger in and out of my pussy under the water. I add a second finger and begin to fuck myself in earnest with one hand while still stimulating my clit with the other. A soft moan escapes my lips.

A soft buzz interrupts my ministration and my eyes snap open to see Daddy's name light up my phone where it rests on the edge of the tub. He's calling me. I scramble to pick it up, splashing water everywhere.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hi, my Babygirl!" He sounds a little drunk and he sounds happy. "We'll be ready to get out of here in about 30 minutes. Take your time getting out of the bath."

"Okay, Daddy," I reply, "I'll be there soon."

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Daddy."

I hang up the phone and place it on the bathroom floor next to the tub. My hands skim down my body, pausing to pinch my nipples, before resuming their previous positions. I fuck myself with my fingers hard then, in a bit of a rush. My left hand rubbing my clit faster and faster, I arch my body as the orgasm crashes into me and I convulse in the water with Daddy's name on my lips.

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I was feeling a little shameful and a bit brave after my erotic aquatic experience so I decided to wear the newest t-shirt Daddy had sent to me. In black and in red, orange and yellow lettering it says "I'D RATHER BE ZIP TIED TO A TOILET" across the chest. Now, Daddy and I have never actually done piss play. I'm not necessarily opposed to being pissed on but that's about as far as I'd take it. In fact, the idea of it just makes my pussy tingle. Fuck. I really must be a degradation/humiliation slut. Yikes.

I'm not brave enough to wear the shirt without a jacket. No one will see what it says, but Daddy will certainly see that I've worn it and maybe that'll earn me some serious brownie points.

I walk into the bar. I can feel all of the eyes in the place turn towards me but I only have eyes for my Daddy. I give a brief wave of hello to a few of the girls I pass, acquaintances at best, and make a beeline for Daddy who's sitting towards the back of the bar with his friend.

He notices the shirt immediately and a wide grin splits his handsome face.

"Come here, my baby!" he exclaims, gathering me into his arms and giving me a squeeze, then whispering in my ear that he loves that I wore the shirt.

I beam at him as I take a seat beside them, waiting for them to finish their drinks. I had agreed to be a designated driver so I decline the offer from the bartender to get me a drink and wait patiently as Daddy and his friend order one more drink for the road.

Daddy's in a jovial mood. He's had more than a few drinks by this point and he's a little loud. He's inviting his friend over to our house for drinks after this.

No way. I want Daddy all to myself. I'm really grateful that it just takes one look at my face and Daddy knows that I don't want his friend to come over. And it makes me wet when he tells his friend it's time to go, to finish his drink and get dropped off at home.

We leave the bar and get into the car, Daddy's friend giving me directions to his house as he clicks his seatbelt in place. Daddy's in the front passenger seat beside me and his hand falls to my right thigh and possessively stays there for the entire ride.

After dropping off Daddy's friend, we return home and I immediately head to the kitchen to make myself a drink. Daddy's close behind me. I want to do espresso shots and use some of the vodka whipped cream we bought on our last trip to top them. Daddy's already pretty drunk and I have some catching up to do it seems.

I'm preparing the shots as Daddy comes up behind me, arms encircling my waist and head resting on my shoulder as he watches me.

"You know how much Daddy wants to take care of you, baby?" he growls in my ear. "How much I desperately want to give you the things you crave?"

His hands wander and he cups my breasts, squeezing them firmly before plucking at my nipples through my t-shirt. I lean back into him, reveling in the feeling of his hands on me. He reaches one hand out to grab one of the shots I prepared and hand it to me before taking the other shot for himself. He clinks his glass with mine in cheers and then we both toss back the creamy liquid. The whipped cream is overpowering and makes the shot difficult to take.

"What if I put some on the back of your hand and then you knock it back and lick it off?" Daddy asks.

We try it with the next shot and it goes down a lot smoother. This would be so fun to lick off his dick, I think to myself. We do shot after shot, standing there in the kitchen, chatting together. I'm definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

I can feel Daddy's eyes on me, watching me with amusement.

"Go ahead and make one more shot, baby, but just for you."

I do ask he asks and pour another shot, this one without whipped cream.

"Bring it into the TV room, baby. You have a job to do."

I grab the shot and trail behind him from the kitchen into the room with the TV. Daddy's standing in front of it, expectantly. He takes the shot from my hand.

"Kneel," he commands and I slowly sink to my knees.

He grabs me by the hair with one hand, tipping my head back, and with the other he reaches for the shot glass on the credenza in front of him.

"Open up, baby."

My mouth falls open and he pours the coffee-tasting liquid into my mouth and down my throat, the alcohol in it making my eyes burn a little. I love it when he does this. Has me kneel before him while he forces me to drink. It's not the first time he's done it and I pray to god that it won't be the last.

When he's satisfied that I've drank everything he's given me, he places the shot glass back down. He backs away from me then and sits on the couch, arms splayed wide across the back of it.

"Go upstairs and get your vibrator. You're going to make yourself cum, right here on your knees, where I can watch. And I want to see PUDDLES gushing out of you, baby. I want you to make a big fucking mess. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I exclaim as I rise up onto my feet and make a dash for the stairs. I'm back downstairs with the vibrator as fast as I possibly can. My clothes pool on the floor around my feet and I step out of them.

"Facing away from me. I want to watch your greedy cunt weep!" he demands and I comply, first placing a leather covered couch cushion under each of my knees. I feel so exposed like this. Not being able to look at Daddy. Giving Daddy a full view of my fuck holes.

I push the button to start up the vibrator and tentatively bring it to my aching clit. Daddy's turned on the TV and he's watching wrestling. This almost makes it more humiliating. Because I don't know how long he expects me to do this and the fact that he's acting like he's bored makes my cheeks flame, and it just makes me want his full-attention. Makes me want to do something attention worthy.

I squirm and moan as I slide the vibrator through my slick folds, teasing my pussy entrance with it. Daddy's shoved this type of vibrator in my pussy before but I've never done it to myself. Maybe I should? See what Daddy thinks about me taking the initiative to be dirty, without being told.

I slid the head of the vibrator slowly into my pussy. When the vibrations hit my internal g-spot, I come alive like a live wire. I fuck myself with the vibrator and come apart on it. Daddy's eyes are on me, I can feel them burning into my skin.

Wetness pools between my thighs, running down the arm holding the vibrator and dripping from my elbow onto the carpet.

"What a disgusting girl," Daddy says from behind me and it just drives me to fuck myself harder. I come and come and come for Daddy, my pussy expelling so much liquid we both can hear it sloshing and spraying everywhere.

I pull the vibrator from my pussy, still twitching, and I rest my head on my arms, ass still up in the air. I feel, rather than see, Daddy lean forward and spit on my pussy and I swear that I almost come again.

"Spread those asscheeks and show me your asshole," Daddy grinds out and I drop the vibrator to reach around behind me and do as he says, spreading myself wide for his viewing pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. I need to fuck that little asshole. Soon." he promises darkly.

Daddy lets me catch my breath for a few moments while I hold myself open to him but he's quickly commanding me to resume, saying something along the lines of "that mess isn't big enough."

I switch the vibrator back on and put it to my swollen clit. I'm instantly gushing again, squirt dripping from my overstimulated pussy.

"Please, Daddy!" I almost scream. I sit up so I can grind down on the vibrator between my legs. I need his mouth, his cock, his hands. I need him with me in this moment. Having him behind me is driving me crazy.

He can tell. Thank fuck he can tell.

"Come here, baby. Come ride Daddy's dick for a little bit. That'll make you feel better, huh?"

I nod feverishly, quickly getting to my feet and rounding the coffee table to climb onto Daddy's lap. His cock is already out and impossibly hard and I sink down onto it, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Fuck yourself on my cock, you disgusting slut," he commands.

I do. I grind my dripping pussy down on his cock, rocking forward and backwards, my hands on his shoulders for leverage. It's not enough, I move from straddling him with both legs to bringing one of my legs up onto the couch, spreading myself obscenely open to him. I use that leg to support myself as I bounce up and down on Daddy's cock, fucking myself just like he told me to.

Daddy reaches up and grabs my hair with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "What kind of girl gets off on being a disgusting, cum-hungry bitch, huh?"

"Me, Daddy!" I sob.

"Fucking disgusting," Daddy growls, and it makes me come so hard that my bouncing stalls and I'm nothing but a squirming sobbing mess in Daddy's lap.

"Come clean up your mess, you filthy cumdump" is all I hear before Daddy is lifting me off his lap by the hair and placing me on the ground between his legs. I've gotten squirt all over Daddy. He drags my face through it, getting it in my hair, as he pulls my mouth onto his cock and into the back of my throat.

He holds me there, as I lavish attention on his cock and balls, his upper thighs, his stomach, with my tongue until he's sure I've done an adequate job of cleaning up my mess.

Daddy releases my hair but I don't immediately get up. I lean forward and lovingly place a soft kiss on the head of his dick before raising my eyes to his.

"Such a good girl," Daddy croons as I lay my head against his thigh.

I'm pretty exhausted and he can tell.

"It's time for you to go to sleep, baby," is all he says as he leans forward and matches my soft kiss with a soft kiss of his own on my forehead.