The Dirty Dream

I thought it was just another dirty dream about you.

Your hands were squeezing my throat, your voice was in my ear telling me to get on my knees. Be a good slut. My pussy was aching for you, my clit throbbing. My eyes were staring into yours, my own moans filling my ears...

I think the moaning is what woke me up finally. The sounds coming from my throat were animalistic and full of need. Your eyes disappeared with the remains of my dream, but the feel of your hand firmly on my throat remained. Not cutting off my air, but giving me that sense of being trapped. The throbbing on my clit was from your other hand, playing and pinching in the darkness of our bedroom.

We were both still naked from fucking earlier, I couldn't remember deciding to stop so we must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. My inner thighs had traces of it, still sticky and wet.

I didn't know how long we'd slept, but I could tell from the feel of your hard, insistent cock pressing into the cleft of my ass that you were no longer tired. It was time to go again.

You knew I was awake from my sharp intake of breath, and you tightened your grip for a moment, closing my throat. From the dark your voice tickled my ear. You told me that you wanted to feel me cum on your cock again, wanted to enjoy my wet pussy still leaking your release from earlier.

I immediately spread my knees wide for you, and you murmured praise and released my throat to twist my nipple harshly. I cried out, arching my back but keeping my legs spread so that you could move between them.

The head of your cock tapped my swollen clit and I whimpered, urging you with my hips to fuck me again.

Please, fuck me.

But instead, you rubbed your cock on my pussy, through our mess. While you had touched me in my sleep, I had become soaked. The friction made me squirm for more.

You pulled back, and told me to be a good fuck toy and lay still. I breathed hard but held still, wanting you to use me. Knowing that if I did well it meant my own pleasure.

You smiled at me, and told me what a good girl I was.

Then I felt your cock push at my opening, stretching me until the head was sitting right at my gspot. You feel so good, sir! I cried out at the perfect pressure.

Your arms went under my knees and you lifted my hips to match yours. For a short moment I felt so safe and precious in your arms. Then all I felt was your hard cock slamming into me, hitting all the right spots with each thrust.

I threw back my head and let myself go. All I felt was you. Your body deep inside mine.

You pushed us relentlessly on towards my climax. It wasn't far, my body had already been sensitive and ready for you. My body was getting tighter and tighter, and I had to squeeze my breasts just to hold onto something.

You knew I was close, and you ordered me to cum on your dick like a good girl. With a scream, I did. As my soul fell off the cliff, your praise filled my ears and your cock continued to push into my pulsing pussy.

Before my climax had finished, you reached around and rubbed my clit. My body lit up with pleasure again, even stronger. You assured me that we were far from done.

I lost track of how many times I came on your dick. My screams of pleasure were turning to pleas for mercy, my body felt like another fall over the cliff would break me. Still your hands and cock played with me, wringing out every drop of pleasure.

I was approaching the edge one last time, and you were going to dive over with me. I could hear it in your voice, and feel it as you got even harder inside me. You used both hands on my hips to slam inside, and told me to play with my clit and cum again. One last time, you promised.

I reached down and felt where our bodies connected violently. Finding my clit, it didn't take but a few strokes to bring me arching up and screaming again. Your cock was squeezed so tight, and you pushed deep and hard to spill yourself inside me.

Good girl, baby.

Thank you, Daddy.