To my readers: This is the continuing story of Daddy's Little Pain Slut. Those of you who have stumbled upon Day 2 before reading the original may find it by clicking on my author name below. A list of all my submissions will then be pulled up. To all who sent feedback telling me how much they enjoyed the original, thank you for your kind words and I hope you find Day 2 just as enjoyable.
The next day I literally ran home from class, my pussy dripping in anticipation of another date with Daddy. I flew up the stairs to my room and, after tossing my books on the bed, noticed a gift box with a note on the front. In big block letters, the note said "Wear this and only this". I opened the box eagerly, as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. Inside was an exquisite black silk kimono. I pulled the smooth fabric out of the box, loving the sensation of it as it slid over my arms. I tore my clothes off in a blinding flash and wrapped the sensuous material tightly around my body. Twisting the belt snuggly around my waist, I turned this way and that admiring the long expanse of my golden thighs in the mirror above my dresser. The material was so sheer, the hard nubs of my nipples, flushed pink with excitement, peeked right through it. Blushing, I slipped down the stairs to the door in the basement.
Standing before it about to knock, I saw another sign in big block letters: "From now on, you will knock and address the door "daddy, may your slut have permission to enter?"…do this every time or suffer the consequences". Thinking of the consequences, I shivered with delight as I lifted my right fist and knocked softly on the door, my voice loud and unfamiliar to my ears as I called out "Daddy, may your slut have permission to enter?"
"Yes, she may. Come in and kneel at my feet."
Opening the door, my eyes adjusting to the dim interior, I spotted Daddy standing beside a large heavy desk. He was wearing a robe that matched mine, only slightly longer. I crossed quickly to him, knelt at his feet, rising up, looking into his deep blue eyes. His right hand reached down to stroke my cheek as he murmured, "I have something for you, slut."
His left hand reached down and untied his robe, pushing the sides back to reveal his hard cock. Moving slightly forward, he pressed the thick purple head against my moist lips. I opened my mouth just as I heard his whispered command, "Suck me, slut."
He thrust his hard tool into my mouth so quickly; I couldn't help but gag on it. He was very thick but it felt so wonderful to have that thickness inside my mouth. Both of his hands now gripped my head tightly between them as his hips began to pivot and he began to fuck my mouth with deep painful thrusts. Looking up, I saw his head tipped back and his lips open in bliss as soft moans of pleasure escaped his lungs.
Suddenly, he exchanged our positions so I was on the floor between him and the desk. He released my head and leaned over me, placing his hands on the top of the desk, arms spread, as he began to pound relentlessly down my throat. My head slammed against the desk with each thrust, I moaned in pleasure. Unable to resist, I slid my right hand between my thighs and began to massage my hard clit as Daddy fucked my mouth. My head continued to bounce off the hard wood desk, over and over, then back onto Daddy's thick throbbing tool. I sucked feverishly on it, it tasted so good!
His hips were slamming against my face now as he buried himself inside my throat. I could hear his tortured whisper, "make daddy cum, slut", as my mouth worked to do just that, sliding up and down his shaft as he pushed it into my mouth and my head into the desk.
