Datenight With Daddy

The anticipation is agonizing.

I'm wearing the newest addition to my wardrobe--a stylish, shamelessly slutty little dress that came in the mail from Daddy last week. He's always thinking of me (my preference is in the dirtiest of ways) and even though he's such a busy man, he's thoughtful, and creative in coming up with sweet little gestures to make sure I always know that I'm the apple of his eye.

I keep looking at my watch, restlessly observing the slow circling of the second hand as it fills me with a growing anxiety and hard-to-control arousal, getting wetter like a famous behavioral psychologist's dog experiment.

Daddy instructed me to only ever knock on his door no sooner than exactly four-and-a-half minutes on-the-dot before our scheduled time. He says it's for discipline and professionalism, or something. In silent stillness I watch the time finally strike 13:56 and twenty-eight seconds. I'm good at obedience, when I want to be.

On the thirty mark, I knock. (I noticed he likes it when I show up as early as he'll allow me--it shows my dedication to pleasing him, and that I deeply value every single additional moment I can have with him.)

Even after we synchronized our watches, he still usually keeps me waiting a good minute or two. I suspect he enjoys secretly watching me squirm with anticipation through the camera--perhaps he likes to see how excited I get when I sense his presence on the other side of the door.

I hear him.

I swear, he's unlocking that things at half-speed, and it's on purpose. Silly Daddy.

At last, the door cracks open, and behind it an ominous shadow looms.

"You there! Halt! This is hallowed ground! We have a strict no-whore's policy here at Casa Papa's, and you look like a girl of wanton values. Are your parents around?"

"Why, no sir! You see, I'm an orphan, and I was just wandering the mean streets of this heartless city, a lost little girl in a big scary world all alone with no father to guide her, getting taken advantage of by nasty stupid boys everywhere I go! I came here seeking refuge. Would you take me in? Please? It's so cold and dangerous out here all by myself--I'm so tiny and naive and helpless."

A shadowy male figure in a hooded black robe peers at me from around the large, carved wooden door.

"A likely story! Getting taken advantage of, huh? By stupid boys, you say?" He looks me up and down. "Tell me, little girl, have you ever been taken advantage of by a *real* man? A *dirty old man*?"

"Well, no, sir."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

I pause.

"...Yeah, all the time."

"Well, in that case, welcome in!"

And with great flourish, the door swings opens for me. I run full-speed into Daddy's arms, which encircle me with a harder squeeze than normal (he probably likes seeing me in his new dress.) We kiss with the fire we've been stoking for each other during his recent time away, and he picks me up and carries me off to the bedroom, kicking the door shut as he goes.

"And how is Daddy's sexy little girl doing today?" He asks after prying his tongue back from my needy mouth.

"I'm doing okay I guess, Daddy. I've been missing you too much! It hurts. And how is Daddy?"

"Oh, my baby, Daddy is so sorry to hear that. He's been missing you too, and his hunger for you has only grown." He nuzzles his nose and mustached lip into the ticklish spot behind my ear. I giggle.

"Ohh Daddy, is it time for the monster to have his fill already?"

He growls softly into my neck.

"Yes, babygirl. It is." His voice is deeper now.

The blackout curtains in his bedroom are drawn, and several red candles have been lit to set the atmosphere while a musky incense burns. Daddy likes that goth shit, too, like me.

He places me onto the bed and stands back, allowing his robe to fall (in a humorously Red Dragon-esque fashion), and I take in the wonderful sight of him. Fuck, I just love all that hair he has!--the grey in it only fuels my desire for him even more.

The candelight flickers across his body, and I love every line, slope, intercept, angle and Daddy-body-curve of him. As I admire my dearest Daddy, my heart swells and wetness increases.

"Daddy, I've got the Need, too," I murmur and lay back, lifting my knees up to my shoulders.

A shadow falls over his eyes, and a dark fire begins to burn behind them. He grabs hold of my ass and quickly slides me down the satin sheets to the foot of the bed with devilish fluidity, effortlessly positioning me completely within his reach.

The beast has begun to awaken, I see.

He takes hold of the front of my dress and rips it open, releasing my aching (and newly upgraded) breasts for his use. His large hand grabs me by the hair and pulls me upright onto my knees, and soon I feel his claws and the hairs of his face as he ravenously feasts upon my swollen tits. Pleasure begins to build inside me, and I'm moaning.

His hand, still holding me by the leash of my own hair, pulls my face up to his.

"You are mine," he growls, and then his hungry mouth engulfs my own. I allow him to drink his fill of me, and my body softens under his force.

He rips himself away from me and slaps my face.

"Say it."

"I am yours."

Another slap.

"Again."

"I am yours, Daddy." My voice and eyes are steady and locked on his.

His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. He pauses and growls, savoring the feeling of having me helpless in his grasp.

"All mine."

And in one deft motion, he pushes me backwards and pins me beneath him. I look into his eyes with ones that mirror the burning darkness in his.

"Take me, you monster."

And with that, the beast is unleashed.

I scream as he plunges into me, and rather than savagely pumping away, he pauses while only halfway inside me. His fingers tug at the roots of my hair.

"Tell Daddy you love him."

He pushes into me further, and I inhale sharply. The pain is divine.

"I-I love you, Daddy."

A guttural growl rips out of his throat as he enters me fully. I feel him pushing against my cervix, and cry out.

"Daddy!"

He pulls out slightly and places his mouth onto mine and syncs our breathing together. I can feel the barely-controlled power and energy surging through his muscles and through his cock as my warm walls are stretching to accommodate him.

"Good girl," he says softly, and I feel myself start to relax. His thumb strokes my cheek tenderly, and he kisses me deeply once more.

With each descent of his tongue into my hot mouth, my desire grows, and soon I'm squeezing my legs around his waist and slowly grinding against him. The rumble of his throaty moan vibrates from his body to mine.

I feel his energy penetrating into me, and as we breathe in unison our heartbeats align. With each breath I relax more and allow myself to let him further into my being and my body.

Soon, I feel some deep part of us beginning to connect, and every sensation becomes magnified as my awareness merges with both of our bodies and souls.

Ever so slowly, he begins to grind with me. Our movements flow into each other, and we become as the churning waters of an ancient river. He continues to kiss me deeply, and then pauses to look into my eyes with a deep, dark love that I return.

Time no longer passes as we lose ourselves in the Eternal Dance.

As the kinetic energy builds, so does a feeling deep inside me, like I'm filling up. Our dance becomes rougher, more primeval, and our claws and fangs are soon sinking into the others' searing flesh.

Blood is drawn, and our moans devolve into snarls and roars.

As he ravages my body, I feel as though it is filling with a growing, buzzing energy.

Suddenly, he stops and pulls away, leaving me gasping.

The gears in my mind attempt to turn but go nowhere. Then, I feel a sensation of heavenly softness upon my silky sacred place.

His tongue soothes me and stokes a pleasure divine, and soon I'm screaming his name and squeezing his head between my thighs. The climax he gives me rocks through my entire body with such force, everything goes white and I lose myself completely.

In a daze of delight, I feel him ripping into me with all the passion of a raging demon. He possesses me utterly.

Time still does not pass--we fly through it together as one.

He repeats this process of fucking me, stopping, and devastating my body with overwhelming orgasms only to fuck me again for I don't know how long.

After what feels like hours, or only minutes, the intensity of the ceaseless onslaught of pleasure has brought me to sobbing tears.

"Daddy, please, I can't take anymore." I feel his cock swell in response to my words. He stops and holds me tenderly in his arms, kissing me.

"You've been such a good girl for Daddy," he coos into my ear. I'm trembling.

"Daddy loves you, babygirl." He strokes my hair softly, and I begin to calm down as he breathes with me. My muscles relax and seem to decide on their own to accept more of him into me. He and I both inhale sharply together.

"Yes, baby. Take Daddy." Hearing him say that sends a surge of pleasure pulsing through me.

"I love you, Daddy." And quickly, beyond my control, I start to orgasm. With my body still writhing wildly on his cock, he flips me over onto all fours and begins fucking me with violent abandon, keeping himself deeply buried in me the entire time.

My climax continues, and rather than ending, it builds into another, even stronger than before. The squeezing of my walls on his raging cock causes him to begin to swell in size, and I can feel the first wave of his orgasm start to shake from within him.

"Baby--" He's breathless.

"Breed me, Daddy."

We both lose control, screaming together as he fills my tiny womb with every last drop of his essence. The intensity of the pleasure I feel him experiencing sends an eruption through me, and I climax with him. My strong little muscles pull his blessed seed as deeply into me as it will go, and at last, I feel whole.

I collapse, my well-used body limp beneath him. He stays inside me, and I'm surprised to feel his cock twitching again soon, still rock-hard. He kisses me, and I feel passion growing once again.

"Daddy! Wow!"

"I lied about the no-whore's policy." He nuzzles his face into my neck affectionately.

"Like I was gonna follow your stupid rules anyway, Daddy."

"That's it. You know what Daddy does to sassy little girls, right?"

I stick my tongue out at him.

"What, does he nag them to death?"

"No, he shuts them up by giving them what they *really* want."

And with that, his cock is in my mouth.