A Marked Face

I rolled over at about 6:45 this morning and realized that Daddy had already gotten up. This is not unusual, considering that he is a light sleeper and we went to bed early last night. I, on the other hand, am a heavy sleeper and could most likely sleep through an armed invasion of our home and even, dare I say, our entire portion of the United States!

That being said, at about 8:15 I stirred yet again and flipped over in bed, my eyes opening just a bit to let the morning light in. But that’s not all I saw. There was a figure looming next to my side of the bed, looking down on me, masturbating... A figure that pounced on me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the edge of the bed. As he pulled me to the edge of the bed, continuing to masturbate, I recognized my Daddy’s cock, rock hard and straining. He positioned me underneath his cock and, knowing what he wanted of me, I instinctively opened my mouth. He continued stroking his cock as I stared up at it… He was agonizingly close to orgasm and I could feel his release nearing.

He began to shoot his load in my mouth, across my lips, over my face…marking me with his cum as his own. Once he had finished, and I could taste him in my mouth, he used his cock and his fingers to rub his cream into my face. “I love using you, little one…” he whispered to me as I stared up at him. Although I thought this was the end of the session, in one quick move, Daddy had his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly, and sealing off my air. “Cum! Cum now!” I whimpered and thrashed as the orgasm flowed through me. “Hush. Hush.” I quieted down and focused on cumming for Daddy and on being the good little cumslut that he cherishes and adores…

And now, as I write this, I still have Daddy’s hardened cum on me. It is a mark of pride in being his. I am his property, his slave, his baby girl…and it’s written – literally – all over my face. If it weren’t for my imminent shower, I would leave it there all day long…