At home after work one afternoon, my text tone for Sir went off.
"Little Lady, I will be home in one hour. When I arrive home, I expect you to be ready in the playroom with your hair in a messy bun on top of your head and your leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Kitten will need to be on the bed, ass up, facing the cross."
I could feel chills running through my body as I reread his message. It was not often that Daddy did spontaneous scenes after working all day. Their relationship was similar to teenagers, constantly fondling each other, teasing each other, and fucking in any way, shape, and form. Even "vanilla" sex with Daddy was exciting. I knew that if he sent that, that meant that he was starving. I loved seeing this side of him; the side where you could tell that his desires were outweighing his need for control; his cock was guiding him instead of his brain. It was hot.
After getting everything ready, it had only been 10 minutes since I received Daddy's message. I had to wait 50 whole minutes. She knew she was excited but she regretted doing everything so quickly because now she had to work on being patient. Daddy was going to love this almost as much as he loved her. He loved seeing her eagerness for a scene and having to be patient and wait for it to start. Anticipation was everything to him.
I decided to watch some porn while I waited. I plopped down on the love seat, wrapping myself in my aftercare blanket and put on some FFM porn to set the mood. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I felt was something brushing my cheek. I thought it was Daddy's hand but it was the tip of his cock. I acted fast, putting the tip in my mouth and swirling my tongue around, giving special attention to the frenulum. Daddy's cock stiffened.
"Look what you have done," Daddy said.
I pulled my mouth off the tip and looked up at him. He pulled his cock free of his boxers and stroked his now rock hard cock. He then proceeded to take ahold of my hair and put my mouth on him shoving deep into my throat until I gagged. He took his cock out of my mouth and put it back in his pants, struggling to get his zipper back up with his big cock straining against it.
I stood up, folding my blanket and turning the tv off so we could get to the real fun.
I stood in front of the cross while he undressed himself, eating him with my eyes as he took off his hat, shirt, sock, and then pants. He stood there in his boxers, his hard cock tinting them. He ran his hand along his cock inside of his boxers and let out a deep moan. I gasped and that wry smile crossed his face, the one that he gets when he gets the reaction he wants from me.
He spins me around so that I am facing the cross and begins biting and sucking on my neck. He wraps his left arm around my waist, bending me over ever so slightly so that the tip of his cock is between my legs. The wetness like a gooey rope that my labia and the tip of his cock are playing tug of war with.
I gasp as his cock throbs against the wetness and shiver runs down my spine.
"That's my good girl," he moans into my ear.
I whimper as he takes his other hand and takes my erect nipple between his finger and thumb and tugs and squeezes on it. He brings me close to an orgasm and then stops abruptly.
"Do not move," he commands.
When he returns, he wraps a silk blindfold around my eyes and ties it.
He spins me back around, placing a kiss on my forehead. He takes time to fasten each limb to the cross, teasing my flesh as he does; alternating between scratching and gently grazing his fingers across it.
"Are you comfortable, Little Lady?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir," I respond.
"Good," he says as he turns around and walks away.
I hear the nightstand drawer slide open, him rummaging around, and then it closes again.
When he returns, he slides his cock between my thighs and presses his body against mine. His hands go to my ear and I hear packaging tear open.
My mind races as I try to place what he just opened.
I must look confused because he puts his mouth against my other ear and says one word, "condom."
My breath hitches as his plan comes together in my head.
He pulls himself back from between my legs, leaving the tip there. I feel his hand stroking his long cock, pulling up when he reaches the end so that the tip teases my hard clit.
"Do you want to listen to me fuck Kitten, Little Lady?, he asks.
"Yes, Sir, very much so," I respond confidently.
"I did not think it was possible but you just made my cock even harder," he says.
I whimper as he pulls his cock away from me.
He takes my wrist and guides my hand to his cock where I feel an unrolled condom balancing on the tip.
He bends down so that his mouth is next to my ear and says, "Prepare my cock so I can fuck her needy pussy."
"Yes, Sir," I say excitedly as I roll the condom onto his hard cock. As I reach the base, he pulls my hand toward the tip and I feel wetness drip into my hand. I stroke the lube all over his condom covered cock.
"Good girl," he says.
He walks away and I hear him get onto the bed. I hear him smack Kitten's ass and I imagine it bouncing in response.
"Are you ready for this cock, Kitten?" Daddy asks.
I hear him slipping the tip of his cock up and down her labia, then inserting the tip of his cock. Kitten's pussy talks back when he pulls the tip out. I imagine him grabbing the base of his cock as he pulls the tip out, sliding it between her cheeks across her tight ass hole.
"Do you know what I'm doing, Little Lady?" Daddy asks.
"Yes, Sir," I respond breathily.
"How do you feel?" Daddy asks.
"Extremely aroused, Sir," I say.
