The Big Bed

This is a story based on the fantasies and play time of a Daddy Dom / babygirl couple.

In Real Life, they are 30-something, married, and in a BDSM partnership.

They are mostly pretty sane.

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Pungent, humid sweetness wafts all around as I gratefully fill my lungs with thick summer air. Twigs crack under my boots. I corkscrew the balls of my feet as I walk, crushing layers of berries in various stages of decomposition deeper into the sidewalk with every step as I approach my house one afternoon. These goddamn mulberry bushes are out of control, seeming to drop hundreds of berries at a time. Some are carried away by birds, squirrels, skunks. Most of them fall from the trees and ooze into the ground, attracting insects and fungi and bacteria, determined to get that seed into the ground somehow, in this case, by way of decomposition. The whole block stinks like a brewery.

What's Daddy doing on the porch? I wonder, as your silhouette comes into view against our light-yellow house; you've got your back turned to me, and you're fiddling with something on the corner of the house. I hop up the stairs and swing open the white painted gate of our wrap-around porch. Light dances through the windows, splatters flecks of rainbow all over the chipped blue paint of the porch.

"Hi, Daddy!" Oops, I'm coming off a bit too sing-song, too bouncy. I need to take it down a notch if I plan to get away with what happened last night.

"Hey, babygirl," you respond without taking your eyes off your project. You appear to be installing a camera.

"What's that for?"

"It's a security camera."

What the fuck...? "Why--?"

"I heard a noise last night," you seem to choose your words intentionally. Do you know I snuck out?

"I just want to keep my babygirl--" you throw me a sideways glance-- "and her... friends... safe."

That does it, you must know. When you looked at me just now, did you see the micro-expression of panic, that fleeting moment when fear must have flashed across my face, and I was sure you knew that I had snuck out with Sasha last night? And right after that, did you notice the little wave of sweet remembrance as the taste of her pussy in my mouth melts me and weakens my knees, grips my heart and floods me all over with hunger for her cunt?

"Oh... so you're like, spying? On the neighborhood?"

"No, the camera only picks up the porch and the front door. It's motion-activated, so I'll get a notification on my phone if somebody tries to sneak in... or out... of this door when the alarm gets tripped." You lock eyes with mine, calmly, deliberately. Your kindness is as patient as your cruelty, and there's no telling how long you'll play with me before you decide it's time for a punishment. It makes my clit ache with yearning when I remember the lashes from the flogger on my back and my thighs, the welts that I savored for days, that I wished would last forever.

"Well, I've got homework..." I say as I slink into the house and head up the stairs to the little room.

I should have known sneaking out wouldn't be as simple as just walking out the door.

I plop my bags down on my desk, close the blinds, light my candle and sink into my oversized beanbag. As I run my fingers over the plush, furry blanket, I remember the texture of the grass beneath Sasha and me as we fucked on the hillside last night. I shudder as I remember her riding my face, her beautifully contorting face raised to the starry sky, her fingers raking through her short, silky hair, the sweet summer wind carrying her soprano moans into the night. My hands worship her figure from her ankles up to her throat as I eat her out, grasping her ass I pull her into me hard. My tongue slips between her sweet, tight pussy lips, all spiky-shaved, scratching my cheeks and my chin as I gratefully lap up her sweet, slick pussy. (She insists she doesn't mind my moderately kept bush. I try to believe her.)

The sneaking around at night adds to the excitement of it all. It's not that our relationship is a secret, per se. If you can call it a relationship. What do you call it when your best friend shares your proclivity for eating pussy, sucking dick, and staying up late casting spells in the moonlight? Sasha wasn't really my girlfriend; she wasn't really my anything. We were queer for each other, but we both knew that ultimately, we needed penetration from Daddy Dom as part of a regular healthy sex life.

But we do have fun.

She likes to pretend it's a big secret that she sneaks away and fucks me when the mood strikes her. She likes to keep secrets from her Sir; whether he catches her or she gets away with it, she wins.

As she rides my face, she kind of wiggles and interrupts her steady rhythm. "I'm sorry," she giggles. "I have to pee!"

Her green-gray eyes lock into my brown ones, and I hold her gaze hard.

I cock my head and eyebrows in a shrug. "So, pee then," I dare her, pulling her deeper into my mouth.

She kind of gasps. "Are you sure?"

I get out of her pussy long enough to ask her, "Would you like to piss in my mouth, Sasha? Beats squatting in the woods... you're already here." I lick up and down the edges of her parted pussy lips, rolling the tip of my tongue around her clit.

She gasps and giggles and she might be blushing in the moonlight. "Would you like that?" she asks in that breathy sex voice as she grabs a fistful of my unruly curly hair, tugging. I scratch my nails hard down the back of her legs, and she cries out in sharp surprise, and moans in masochistic glee.

"Piss in my mouth, slut." I order her.

She gets this dreamy look on her face; she's gazing into my eyes and grinding her pelvis around in little circles as she feeds me her pussy. Slowly she starts to piss in my mouth, just a little at first, and she hops up like she thinks I'll drown. She wants to give me a chance not to get it all in my mouth. I shake my head and nuzzle deeper into her, latching on as she relaxes and lets herself go, releasing her piss into my mouth. It dribbles out of my lips and down into my hair as I gulp it up, eyes rolling back as I acknowledge how fucking hot this moment is, and then fixing on her beautiful body pulsating in the moonlight. She's moaning and she's got this surprised look on her face as she gazes down at me, like she can't believe I would do that. She doesn't get it. I would do anything for her. I'd let her use my face as a piss mat, a cum rag, a goddamned maxi pad, whatever she needs.

I come back to the present, on my beanbag in my room, alone once more. I'm leaning back, legs spread wide open, the bottoms of my feet pressed together, my toes pointing forward. I'm all wrapped up in my blanket, it's fluffy and soft on my thighs, my pussy, my tummy. I take a deep breath and relax, sinking heavily into the soft beanbag.

I have the big pink toy Sasha and I bought right up against my clit, pressing steadily, buzzing and humming on its tamest setting, teasing my lips until they part to invite the sweet sensations in. Already I feel myself waking up from the inside, getting slippery as I rock my hips gently in little circles, pushing my clit against the vibrator. The big soft blanket is bunched between my ankles and my pussy, sending waves of warmth and soft stimulation from deep in my cunt through my whole body, zapping all the way through me until my fingers and toes tingle with hungry anticipation.

Suddenly, there you are, at the forefront of my imagination. Mmmmm, Daddy... This toy is fun, but surely it's nothing like your tongue, your lips, your sweet cock.

I imagine your full lips grazing my delicate skin ever so lightly, as you tease my clit with the tip of your tongue. You sigh deeply into my pussy, squeeze my thighs, scoop your hands under me and claw my ass, you breathe me in and savor me like I'm your most deliciously guilty indulgence. You suck my clit and my labia into your mouth and roll your tongue all around and inside me. I tilt and rotate my hips, grind myself into your mouth, begging you to suck the orgasm out of me.

A knock at my door thrusts me out of my fantasy. I scramble to cover myself up neatly, with both hands above the covers. "Yes, Daddy?"

You crack the door open a sliver. "Are you decent?"

I let a small chuckle escape. Absolutely not, I say only to myself. "Yes, Daddy." I say out loud.

You open the door the rest of the way and look me over with subtle suspicion. "What are you up to, babygirl?"

"I'm just relaxing a little, Daddy. I'm exhausted. I... didn't sleep much last night."

Why did I say that?

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"I don't know Daddy, I guess I was just... I don't know, excited?"

"Why's that?"

"Well, you know Sasha? She and I... we're getting along really well. She's a good friend."

You smile approvingly. "That's great, babygirl. Feel free to invite her over some time. So, for dinner-- how's BBQ chicken pizza sound?"

I hope my sigh of relief at the change of subject isn't too obvious. "Sounds great, Daddy."

We eat dinner on the porch, enjoying the lingering summer sunlight.

As I get ready for bed in my room, you're taking a shower downstairs. I'm in my silky red nightgown, the little one that ties like a bathrobe around the waist. Like clockwork, my mind goes where it always goes this time of night...

I imagine what might happen if I gather the courage to sneak across the hall and tiptoe into your room, into the Big Bed. This time, I may actually have the nerve to do it. My time with Sasha gave me this confidence, this laser focus, I feel like a sex goddess has taken over my body and I want to see where she takes me.

I sneak across the hall into your bed and savor the sensation of the silky sheets against my skin. I'm not wearing any panties, so your sheets graze my sensitive skin as I slink under your covers. I bury my face in your pillow and breathe your scent in deeply. My fingers wander down between my thighs and stroke my slippery wet pussy, so hungry for you. I imagine you sweeping me up into your arms, slamming me down onto the bed, pinning my arms above my head, shoving your giant, hard cock into my begging pussy, choking me, grabbing fistsfull of my unruly curls, growling commands as you manipulate my body to your will.

But it's just a daydream. You aren't here. You'll probably make me go back to the little room when you get out of the shower. What can I do to convince you that I should stay with you tonight, in the Big Bed? I'd make you so happy, Daddy... I'll rub you and kiss you all over and I'll suck you up and swallow you. You could use me like the slutty little toy I am, fill me up, make me cum, make me cry.

Footsteps on the stairs. I freeze. My pussy tenses up, hoping you'll let me stay, hoping you'll let me be your little pet tonight, your dirty little whore, your slut, your slave. Before I can decide to dash back across the hall into the little room, there you are in the doorway, your hair and beard dripping wet, wearing only a towel around your waist. Rivulets drip down from the contours of your neck and collarbones and trickle through your thick chest hair, soft and alluring, I want to nuzzle into it while you hold me close and tight forever, safe in the Big Bed with you.

"What do you think you're doing?" you say coolly, and I think maybe you're hiding some excitement as you take in the sight of my hands wandering under my skimpy little red nightgown, helplessly enveloped in your Big Bed.

"I want to sleep with you in the Big Bed tonight, Daddy."

"Don't you think you're a little old for this nonsense?"

You've set that one up perfectly. "No, Daddy, I'm old enough. I know you want my tight pussy, Daddy, I know you love this sweet little cunt, and you want it all to yourself, don't you?"

You're clenching your jaw, and you let out the most subtle growl as your eyes wander up and down my body. You stand at the edge of the bed, eyeing me, not saying a word.

"That's enough," you finally say, harsh and hard. "Settle down and go to bed." Your voice sounds weaker toward the end of the sentence than it did when you began it. Your eyes betray your temptation. But still, you wave me away.

Crushed and deflated, I don't know what to say. Holding back bratty tears, I slink back to my room and bury myself under the blanket on the beanbag. I am horrified and embarrassed... I thought for sure I'd be able to break you tonight. I see the way you look at me. I know you want me... and yours is the only dick I want anywhere near me. I want you to play with my cunt, Daddy, I don't want stupid boys my own age, I want you. I want you to tell me you own me, that I belong to you forever, that you'll let me be your toy and your pet and your slave and your baby... I pout as my fingers slip in little circles around my clit and I squirm under my blanket. As embarrassed as I am, I know I'm not finished with you tonight. I know I can get you to fuck me.

I try to distract myself and calm down. I read. I even try to focus on my homework for a few minutes. I text with Sasha a bit.

A few hours pass before I know you're asleep. I can hear your steady breathing. As quietly as I can, I slip the pack of American Spirit cigarettes Sasha and I bought a few weeks ago; there are still a few left. I don't even want to smoke all that badly, but I'm feeling cranky and rebellious and maybe I want to give you a reason to punish me, to lay your hands on me some way or other.

I tiptoe down the stairs, careful of the ones that tend to creak, and creep out the door and onto the porch. I sit in the rocking chair and light the cigarette. I stretch my legs out in front of me, crossing them at the ankles, resting my feet on the porch railing. I inhale the smoke and thick, sweet summer air. The smell of cut grass and soil, and my mind mercifully delivers me right back to the still fresh sensory memory of Sasha. My non-smoking hand wanders down beneath my nightgown, my pussy buzzing, wanting so badly to cum. I open my legs a little wider, at once turned on and terrified by the idea that some perv neighbor might be watching me. I lean my head back, relaxing into my fantasy world, when I suddenly remember the security camera Daddy installed earlier that day. I snap my gaze over to the corner of the covered porch, and there it is, staring at me.

That's it.

Evidence of my naughty behavior, on a live feed straight to your phone.

I tilt myself toward the camera so if you are watching you'll be able to see me fondling myself from a better angle. I stare right at the camera, blowing smoke and kisses, rubbing my pussy and rocking my hips, imagining you on the other side of the camera, your cock growing harder and more insistent as your will power weakens and you succumb to what we both know we're going to get, sooner or later.

It must have only been a few seconds, but it feels like forever, and I begin feeling a bit too much like an animal on National Geographic or something, and I start to feel a little silly. You're asleep, you're probably not even watching my little show. And what if you were? Would that even mean you'd let me sleep in the Big Bed? Would you punish me for being such a horny slut, at least?

Dramatically (if a bit anticlimactically), I snuff out my cigarette in a potted plant as I flip you off through the camera, sticking out my tongue all bratty, and head back inside. As I walk up the stairs I realize, it looks like there's a light coming from your room...

I tiptoe to the top of the stairs and peek into your door, and there you are, sitting up at the edge of your bed, looking at your phone... so, you've seen the security footage. OK...

Before I can sneak into my room and wait to see what happens, you look up and lock eyes with mine through the cracked door.

You gesture "come here" with your fingers. I enter the room.

"What the fuck are you doing up and out of bed, babygirl?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I couldn't sleep. I'm too..."

"You're too what?" With a raised eyebrow you hold up your phone, displaying a paused image of me on the porch, legs spread, eyes begging you to finish what I've started.

"Daddy..." I sort of blurt out, "Can I pleeeease sleep in the Big Bed with you tonight?"

You look at me hungry, your jaw clenches a bit and your eyes flash, then soften. I take a timid step toward you.

You step toward me, too, eyeing me up and down, clearly controlling your breath. I smile sweetly at you, my Daddy, my hero, my Master and my King and my heart. You reach out to hold me. You cup my cheek, run your fingers through my knotty hair. With restrained grasps you squeeze at my throat, my chin, my face, giving a teasing taste of how easily you could turn me into a puddle on the floor with next to no effort. I lean into you, hard, and as though your body takes over before you can restrain yourself, you slip your fingers up my flimsy nightgown, laying them firm and flat between my pussy lips, rubbing skillfully in a wide circle. You push me lightly and easily onto the bed, grabbing and rubbing my thighs, letting out the most subtle groan, a look of painful indecision on your face. It looks like you're trying to decide whether to push me away or squeeze me closer. I take in the glorious sight of your broad chest, your beautifully defined jaw, accentuated by your full but sculpted beard. Your fingertips graze me all over, barely touching the skin, giving me goosebumps and electrifying my nerve endings. I can smell you, faint laundry detergent and mild soap unable to fully mask the rich smell of wood and grass and smoke. I don't quite smell your sweat... it's more like, I'm basking in your pheromones, they sing to me and it's not just my olfactory sense that soaks it up, but my heart, my soul... every part of me wants to be intertwined with every part of you. The yearning ache in my pussy is becoming sharp, ravenous.

Just as I begin to gather the courage to reach for your clearly defined, already hard cock through your blue striped boxers, suddenly you stop, and you shove me a little as you get up and out from between my legs. I whimper as my cunt recoils from this unexpected cruelty, painfully empty and begging for you to keep touching me, to lick and suck until you coax my cum into your mouth. It feels like my pussy will explode into orgasm if you so much as lick my clit.

You keep backing away.

"Daddy, please, come back!" I whine as my fists thud uselessly on the mattress in futile protest.

"Settle down," you order me flatly, your voice a low and authoritative growl. You keep moving away toward the door, not taking your eyes off mine. For a moment of grateful admiration, I take in your size, your shape, and every other thing about you that makes my pussy drool. You're so tall, so strong, so solid, as big as I am little, as wide as I am thin. Your thick beard and soft blond hair frame your big sparkling blue eyes and dark, full lips, your silver septum ring hanging from your shapely nose over your well kept mustache. I imagine how easily you could pick me up and throw me over your shoulder, how easily you could manipulate my body to conform to your will.

Your kind eyes flash sadistic.

Silently, you say, just wait.

Without a word, you say, you have no idea what you're in for.

I will you to say, I'm going to take my time punishing that slutty little cunt of mine.

You just look at me, the wheels in your head turning. You say aloud, "clean yourself up and go to bed, you're a dripping mess."

"...Yes, Daddy."

And you're gone, out your bedroom door and into your office, where I'm not allowed.

I flop backward onto your bed, slipping my fingers easily into my slick pussy, my clit aching for you to come back and make me cum so hard I cry. I rub and claw at my cunt with my fingers, but it's as though she thinks she isn't allowed to play without Daddy.

Begrudgingly, I pull myself upright and wrap my nightgown back around me, tying it in a bow at the waist, and slowly make my way to the bathroom where I can clean myself up.