Daddy Cums on Baby Girl's Face

After Daddy put me into subspace, and while I was still on my knees, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. He held tight to the leash attached to my collar, whipping my back with the handle. As I slurped, suckled, and choked on his dick, I knew that I would soon be getting a load of Daddy’s cream.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth, pulling on my hair with one hand to tilt my head back and grabbing his cock with the other. He began stroking himself, using my spit as lubricant. In my delirious, hazy state, I didn’t know whether I wanted to drift off to sleep or to feel my pussy split open by his raging hard-on. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to stay on my knees for another second, Daddy started to cum.

With a fierce roar, he unleashed a torrent of spunk all over my face and in my mouth. Even though I was somewhat out of it at that moment, I remember thinking to myself that Daddy had quite a big load saved up for his Baby Girl. After squeezing out every last drop of cum, Daddy used his glistening cock head to spread his cream all over my face.

I swallowed what I had in my mouth as I felt Daddy’s semen hardening on my face.

Degrading? Yes. Dirty? Yes. Delightful? Yessss….

A Beautiful Blur

I’m still not sure exactly what Daddy did to me yesterday morning…it’s all a blur…but it’s a beautiful blur, to be sure.

As usual, I woke up a while after he did and went downstairs to see what he was up to. He was on a business call, so I let him be and set about catching up on blog reading and enjoying the beginning of a lazy Sunday. In about 15 minutes, Daddy came from the office and I got up to meet him in the kitchen for a big “good morning” kiss…how was I to know how big it would be? He grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled me to him for a deep, long kiss. I could feel his cock begin to harden through his boxers and knew that I would be taking a load of Daddy’s cum in the very near future… Passionately kissing me, he grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it until I cried out in pain, at which point he forced the first of many orgasms out of me.

“Mmm…I can’t wait to fuck my little girl. Upstairs.” He didn’t have to tell me twice, although here is where things start to get a little fuzzy for me…the details have gotten lost among the deep impressions that a hard fucking from Daddy leave on my body and soul.

Forced to my knees. His cock in my mouth. Hard slaps to my breasts and face. Tears in my eyes. “Don’t you dare let my cock out of your mouth, little one.” Face fucked. Gagging but wanting more. More slaps and pinching. Forced to cum. “Up on the bed, baby girl. It’s time for you to get fucked hard by your Daddy.” Daddy on top of me, pinning me down with his body. Knees pulled back as he roughly shoved his cock into my unprepared pussy. Forced to cum. Slapping, pinching, pulling, biting…screaming. Over and over again, in a whirlwind of pheromones and raw sexual energy, he used me to the point of tears only to then hold me tight against his chest and tell me “Daddy’s here…it’s ok, little one.” The juxtaposition kept me off-balance and reeling, which only served to heighten every last sensation of pain and pleasure…

I’m not sure of all the details or even of the things that Daddy said to me as I teetered on the edge of subspace, but I do know that he fucked me harder than he has ever fucked me before. He slammed into me as if he were hell-bent on pushing straight past my cervix and into my womb. Throughout the fucking, he continued to slap and punish my body in the most frenetic yet surprisingly controlled manner I’ve ever experienced. He knew that he wanted to rape me. He knew how he was going to hurt me with his cock. He knew that he would be feverish with lust yet measured in his approach to his baby girl.

I love and need to see this side of my Daddy – need to be reminded of my servitude and rightful place. I evidently also need to be reminded of the fact that pain sessions don’t always necessarily involve a belt, a cane, a gag, or restraints. All Daddy really needs are his hands, his cock, and his words in order to turn his little girl – his property – into a quivering wreck, completely submissive, and content with her place in the world…

On Having My Pussy Licked

You know, I’ve never been too excited about having my pussy licked. (And, by the way, I LOVE starting out a blog post with a sentence like that! But I digress…). There a number of factors that have contributed to this lamentable situation. First of all, I like and need a lot of stimulation of my clit and pussy area in order to have a rip-roaring orgasm. And, frankly, on most occasions a slippery little tongue just won’t cut the mustard. Next, I’ve had to contend with a string of orally-challenged partners…one guy couldn’t find my clit if he had a roadmap and a compass, another thought that any sort of oral sex that lasted more than a minute called for hazard pay, and yet another guy who, despite my urgings to the contrary, had a nasty (and I mean real nasty, and not in the good way) habit of biting my clit almost as hard as he could. Yikes!

So, as you might imagine, getting eaten out has always left me a bit nonplussed, to say the least.

But Daddy, yet again, has managed to work his domly magic and has turned me into a true believer in the power of effective oral pussy pleasuring. The man deserves a medal! Let me give you a little glimpse into what I’m talking about…

With my knees pulled back and my pussy spread wide open, Daddy kneels between my legs and gets right to work…his firm, insistent tongue darting into my tight slit and flicking my sensitive little bud. It’s like he’s starving and the only thing that will satisfy his deep hunger is a mouthful of my juices…and he won’t stop until he’s had his fill. Grabbing the vibrating wand, he’ll push it against my wet little hole and hold it there while he continues to assail my clit with his needy tongue. The combination is divine…but he doesn’t stop there! Pulling the wand away for a moment (and this is my favorite part, by the way), he’ll take a finger or two and slowly push into me while continuing to savor every last lick of my pussy. As he finger-fucks my tight cunt and overwhelms my clit with stimulation, he knows that I’m on the edge and he’ll keep me there until he’s good and ready to make me cum.

When he finally orders me to cum, the release is nearly perfect…and I am reminded, once again, of the fact that Daddy knows exactly what he wants from my body and knows exactly how to get it…

On Blowing Daddy, Both Cock and Mind

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On Getting Blown in a Hotel

A quick road trip. Stolen moments away from the relatives. A hotel room on a completely different floor from everyone we know. Oh yeah...we're gonna take advantage of this opportunity! :)

"On your knees, little one."

I assumed my rightful position on the floor before my Daddy and hugged him tightly, wanting to feel his warmth and power.

"Can I taste it, Daddy? Can I please taste it? I need it in my mouth, Daddy."

I am blessed with a kind, generous, loving, and firm Daddy/Master, so when I begged for his cock in my mouth, he willingly obliged me. Granted, he loves it when I suck his cock so it may sound like I'm being slightly tongue-in-cheek (or cock-in-mouth?) with my praise...but I'm very serious. Daddy never has to acquiesce. He never has to give in to my petitions. He expects and deserves total submission and hence reserves the right to deny me anything that I may crave, including his cock. But this time, and lucky for this little one, he did not.

With a spectacular view from our hotel window, I greedily pulled Daddy's cock into my mouth after he freed it from his jeans. It sprung to life in my mouth and I sucked his gorgeous cock deep into the back of my throat, holding him there and knowing that he adores being buried in his baby girl's throat.

"Now use your hand, baby girl."

I wasted no time. I wrapped my hand around his slick shaft and blew him like my life depended on it. God, I wanted his spunk in me...coating my tongue...dripping down my throat...filling me up...

As I felt him start to tense up, I slowed down and milked the ending (pun very much intended!)...drawing out his pleasure as much as I possibly could.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Daddy's gonna cum."

And cum he did. A loud, roaring, tensing, seething orgasm. The first part of his load shot straight down my throat, the rest of it filled my mouth and sated (at least temporarily) my appetite for Daddy's seed in my mouth.

And just to be clear, this is the second time Daddy has cum in my mouth today...the mind reels at what might happen later this evening with our alone time! ;)

A Different Kind of Focus

As you may have seen in Daddy’s comment on my previous post, our evening didn’t transpire as we thought it would… Although I wasn’t sure what to expect, I knew (or thought I did) that Daddy was going to center me with a pain session of some sort. Although I can’t speak for him, I’m pretty sure that Daddy had a very good idea of what he wanted to do to me before he left on his business trip. But after spending an evening on the couch, enjoying a nice dinner and a heartwarming movie, plans changed…

After taking some time to talk about and savor our special relationship (and then a little more time to make out on the couch!), Daddy took me upstairs, not to hurt me but rather to make love to me. As he stood next to the bed, I took care to get his thick cock nice and hard with my mouth. He turned me over onto my back and got on the bed, occupying the space between my thighs. Rather than plunge directly into my pussy, he decided to first claim what was his with his oh-so-talented tongue. Before meeting Daddy, I was never all that into having oral performed on me (although I love giving it!). In the past, whenever oral was on the table, I had to contend with partners who were bumbling idiots, disinterested, and even biters (!)…needless to say, I could take it or leave it, but most of the time I preferred to leave it. Daddy never gave me the option to refuse oral sex from him, and he was convinced that he would be able to change my opinion… Why must he always be right?? ;) I love it when my Master eats my pussy and commands me to cum while his tongue grazes and strokes my sensitive little bud…mmm… I’m getting wet just thinking about it, but I digress!

As I came down from my second orgasm and with my pussy still clenching from the pleasure, Daddy buried his cock in my tight little pussy. We kissed, we talked, we stared into each other’s eyes, I smelled and tasted my cunt juices smeared in his facial hair, we made love, and we came together in a simultaneous surge of ecstasy…

And yet again, Daddy was right… He had centered and focused me, as he had promised to do all along. He also reminded me that pleasure, pain, love, sex, and desire all wind together to reinforce my submission and to strengthen my devotion to Him, to my Daddy. I eagerly await his return from his trip…a very content, obedient, centered, devoted, and loving little girl will be waiting for him upon his arrival.

This Morning

I've had to rise early most of this past week, so it was nice to not have an alarm waiting for me this morning. I woke up, catnapped for a while, and when I was finally ready, I curled up behind baby girl, spooning her in the manner we both love.

One of the best things about spooning is that it leaves both my hands free. If I want to arouse baby girl, I'll play with her nipples or put a finger or two in her mouth. If I want to reinforce her place for her -- which also has the effect of arousing her, unsurprisingly -- I'll wrap my hand around her throat or grasp her wrists in my hands.

I opted for the latter this morning. She moaned as she felt me restrain her that way. "Go ahead and struggle," I said, and she did, straining against my hands over and over again. Each time she would sigh and moan. When she calmed, I whispered in her ear, "You're never going anywhere, little one. You're never escaping." That elicited the loudest moan of all.

We usually sleep with our window open, but we're both loud in bed, so I ordered baby girl to get up, close the window, and come back to me. When she did, nestling in once again with her back against my chest, I positioned myself so that my cock was pushing against her pussy. I reached down with my finger to open her up a little and guide my cock in. She was so tight that, in that position, I couldn't force my way in as I so often do. I reached down again, thrust two fingers inside her, and spread her lips apart as much as I could -- which wasn't much. This time I was able to shove my cock in. She was tight, but I could feel the wetness coming.

I thrusted into her for a few moments, then rolled us so that she was on her tummy. When we're in that position, I fuck her differently than I've ever seen in porn. Normally you see the girl's legs spread wide, with the man's legs in between. I don't like that. It feels like I don't have the leverage I like. So I have her keep legs together, with my legs around them, and my feet press down against hers. I can thrust as hard as I like without having to grab onto the sheets or anything else.

One of the things I like about this position is how easy it is to wrap my hand around her throat from below. I did so and held it there for a moment. I told her I was going to let her cum soon, and as I said it, I tightened my grip. I held her like that for a few seconds and then ordered her to cum. She did so, crying out as much as she could with me choking her like that. As she finished orgasming, I released my grip. A minute later, I repeated the process, but this time I reached around with both hands. I had my right hand around her throat, tightened it, made her wait, and then just before I allowed her to cum, I used my left hand to cover her mouth and pinch her nose shut. She came in a closed-mouth scream.

Sometimes this would be more than enough raw dominance for me. Not this morning.

I told her to stay where she was. Lifting myself off her, I grabbed her cock gag from the nightstand, put it in her mouth, and told her to strap it around her neck. While she did so, I went to the walk-in closet and grabbed my favorite belt. Bringing it back to the bed, I looped it around her neck. I like the belt because it's so easy to make it as tight as I want: all I have to do is ensure the buckle is in the right place and then pull off to the side. I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"You've given up everything," I said. "All of it belongs to me. There's nothing I can't take away from you."

"Yes, sir," baby girl replied. And with that I tightened the belt hard and ripped another orgasm out of her, bigger than the last.

A few minutes later, when I had made her cum another time or two, I announced from above that baby girl was going to get to swallow my cum this morning. She always moans with anticipation when she hears this. I pulled off the belt and released the cock gag strap. I lifted myself off her so that she could tie her hair back as she does whenever she sucks my cock. She moved into position, me on my back, her kneeling between my legs, about to lean over to begin the process that we both know will end with me roaring as I spurt all over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. But as she was about to start, she looked up at me plaintively.

"Daddy, can I have the belt around my neck while I suck your cock?"

I love my little slave.

More Than She Bargains For

After months of experience, baby girl knows that when she makes a sexual request of Daddy, he may or may not grant it, but if he does, she's going to get more than she bargained for. That happened again this morning.

I'm still fighting off sickness, which makes vigorous sex somewhat difficult. Baby girl is on her period, and though we're perfectly willing to get out the big towel and clean up afterwards, it's in the back of our minds that sex without intercourse will be less of a hassle. So the last couple of days have been me ordering baby girl to cum while I play with and torture her breasts, and then me ordering her to suck me until I cum in her mouth (which, as noted here earlier, she's always delighted to do).

We followed this pattern this morning. I was curled up behind her and making her cum, first while caressing and teasing her nipples, then while pinching them harder and harder. After her fourth orgasm, I told her it was time to make Daddy cum with her mouth. As she was pulling her hair back and out of the way, she asked if she could have the clothespins (I keep a supply on my nightstand) on while she sucked me. I said yes and put them on her, one at a time. She winced and cried out but took the pain well.

She gave me one of her typically brilliant blowjobs, slowing down and using a very light touch as I got close, in order to draw out my pleasure. I roared as I came, spurting a large load of hot seed into her willing mouth. She opened up to show me my cum, which she always holds until I tell her what to do with it. Normally at that point I would allow her to swallow it, but not this time. I told her to get down on her knees beside the bed and to keep my spunk in her mouth. She crawled out of bed with me following after her, standing before her. I told her to look up at me and explained that I was going to make her cum incredibly hard. She knew what was coming (or cumming, as the case may be). Our eyes locked together, hers full of dread and desire. I ordered her to cum and within a few seconds her orgasm was starting. I told her to swallow and then ripped the clothespins off her nipples. The longer they've been on, the more they hurt coming off, and the pain was excruciating for her. She screamed. I crouched down to reach around and support her. Her body convulsed in my arms and she managed to whisper out the words, "White light, Daddy... white light." (More on that another time.)

After it was all over, when she could speak normally once again, she said, "Baby girl always gets more than she bargains for when she asks Daddy for something." Yes, she does.

Sucking Daddy's Cock

Daddy has accurately gauged my deep love of giving him head… I crave his cock, I need his cock, and can never feel truly complete unless his cock is filling my mouth (or perhaps elsewhere…more to come later!). There is so much intimacy, power, and control involved in sucking cock that it many times seems the ideal sexual outlet for a D/s relationship. Master, always from above, gripping his submissive’s hair or giving instructions in order to control the stroking in and out of her mouth. Submissive, on her knees before him or between his legs, straining through her tears to take every inch of what her Master gives her. Their eyes meet. They are united in purpose – his pleasure.

Daddy reminds me constantly how much he enjoys my cocksucking and it makes me so proud to please him on such a deep level. And yes, I pay close attention to his guidance when he offers it because I wish to please him even further. How better to reinforce my submission and to show Daddy how much I adore and desire to serve him than by giving him incredible head? As my Master and my wonderful husband, he deserves nothing less than everything I have to give.

As I take my place between his legs, gazing up at Daddy’s propped-up torso, I know that our ritual has begun. He has commanded me to suck his cock and I have eagerly complied (as any proper submissive can tell you, eagerness can be a true indicator of submission to his will). Daddy’s substantial cock is nearly always rock-hard by this point, yet I don’t approach it in the same manner every time. Sometimes I plant a few delicate kisses on the head before popping the tip into my mouth playfully and swirling my tongue. At other times, I hungrily try to take his entire shaft into my mouth at once, drawing the head down my throat and gagging myself to tears so that Daddy can see how much I want all of his cock inside me.

If you’ve read Daddy’s post, he gives a very accurate (and flattering!) description of my technique, so I feel no need to repeat myself here. Yet what Daddy necessarily can’t describe is what it feels like to take his entire cock into my mouth and then to get a nice big load of his cum in my mouth and/or down my throat. Bliss? Euphoria? Sluttiness? Pride? Debasement? Fulfillment? From where I kneel, it’s a lovely blend of all of these sensations. I get to be the whore that Daddy knows that I can be for him while giving him some of the most intense pleasure that he’s ever felt. The glow that I feel once Daddy has given me permission to swallow the load of cum in my mouth is an unparalleled sensation. I am his property, he uses me as he sees fit, I have just served my purpose. I am truly Daddy’s good little girl. It is hard to argue with that sort of satisfaction.

Blowjobs

Baby girl gives the best blowjobs I've ever received. They're uniformly spectacular and cause me to roar so loudly that we give thanks for the fact that we live in a house and so don't share a wall with anyone.

I've given it quite a bit of thought, and I think there are four reasons that her cocksucking is so amazing: technique, learning, desire, and satisfaction.

Her technique is incredible. She takes her time, because she savors giving me head, but when it's time to make me cum, she wraps her hand around the shaft of my cock and moves it up and down with her mouth, twisting as she does so, as if she's tracing the stripes on a barbershop's pole. It's literally the best thing I've ever felt. I can be sure I can't cum, that I'm done for the day after two, three, or four orgasms, and yet she never fails to rip another one out of me. It's like a Sybian for my cock -- stimulation that I can't resist.

Baby girl always wants to learn how to suck my cock better. She listens intently to every bit of direction I give her and always remembers it for the next time. The hand on my cock? The twisting motion she makes with it? Slowing down just as I'm about to cum? Stopping and holding still the moment I touch her? All of this and more she learned from listening to me.

Her desire to give me head is never-ending. When I tell her that it's time to suck Daddy's cock and make him cum -- whether we're in the middle of a fuck or I've just pulled her away from her reading -- she always reacts with a look as if I've just given her a piece of her favorite candy. She moans constantly while she's sucking, letting me know how much she loves it. And there is never, ever any discussion of what's going to happen to my cum; she wants and needs to swallow it (and I always let her, though she obediently waits for permission).

I think, though, that the biggest reason that baby girl's blowjobs are so amazing is the amount of satisfaction she derives from them. I control all of her orgasms (more on that another time), and can make her cum on verbal command (more on that another time as well). Sometimes I'll make her cum five, six, or seven times in a session, but she knows it's not about her, it's about me and what I want. So sometimes I don't make her cum at all -- never as punishment, which she never needs and I wouldn't want to dole out any way, but simply because it feels right to make my pleasure her entire focus. I occasionally command her to cum during a blowjob, but not usually, and yet I can tell from the muffled sounds of satisfaction she makes around my softening cock and from the look on her face as she crawls up my chest to cuddle with me afterwards how happy it has made her. We both know that I would well be within my rights (which are absolute) to tell her she was never going to cum again, that she was going to spend the rest of her life focused solely on my orgasms, and that I would always be cumming in her mouth from now on, and I know she'd be satisfied with that. Truly.

I've always thought that the most erotic thing is to be desired for exactly who you are by someone you yourself desire. I've never been desired as much as I am by baby girl.