daddy serves again

When I picked her up last night with the rain pouring down, washing the city, and her clothes and hair were wet, I knew that she needed her Daddy again. Not the daddy that makes her submit and tells her what to do, but the caretaker, the daddy who makes her feel loved.

We ate dinner, talked. Took a tour of scary movies in Blockbuster. Came home to peruse the porn selections of the day and then I kissed her hard like Daddy used to do. She wanted him on her terms.

I brought her my cock and my strength. I pushed her open, and she came to Daddy's cock hungry for it. Pushing her legs back and up and I plunged. Loving the sound of her moan again. I fucked her and suckled her skin. She cried out because it hurt just a little but there is no safe word spoken. I slowed the pushing and fondled, slowly I brought my cock into her sex and then slowly out again and back in, slowly I pushed, my hands caressed her inner thighs, my lips on her inner thighs, outer lips, driving Daddy's cock in and of her and she released, crying out. This is how she needed her Daddy to love her. I am still her toy, here to serve her; my adoration is unbound. "I am still here to serve you MSR."

Was it to prove her point? She ordered me up on all fours, head down and took out the cane. How many strokes did I deserve? She asked me to call out for them. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..8..9...10. Why did I want more?

She grabbed a dildo for my ass. I franked. So, she shoved it in my cunt, and I swallowed it. Humped it, bounced on it. I am her whore. She has me. "You were made to have your holes filled." I can feel the truth as I climax. And she holds me, cares for me. "Sweet Girl," she said as she rocked me.

Later, I started masturbating. I think of the ways that I wanted to be used. She fulfills my fantasies as if she reads my mind. My nipples are abused and I ask for more. The cane rains down and I am crying out for her, my sex throbbing, and my body floating.