Why Does It Make My Pussy Ache So Badly When Daddy Makes Me Say Embarrassing Things Or Ask For Him To

Slap your cock on my face and then rub it all over my face. Fuck it before your cock even reaches my lips. Trail your precum all over my face like the good loyal cock slut that I am for you.

Slap your cock on her face ✨with love✨ and a little disrespect, but mostly love

We should be fucking each other multiple times a day instead of living so far apart. I should be cockwarming you instead of obsessing over your dick pics.

I’m a girl of simple needs...

I’ll kill the spider, but definitely need the other three!! Especially the snacks!! 😂

I’d rather just take the spider outside the house, I don’t like killing things.

But the other three….

Home

I crave him with every waking moment, dream about him at night. My lover, my Daddy, my Dom, my safe place. Seduction is a constant game with him, and I am merely the subject of his whims. It is yearning when we are apart, but oh it is magic, lighting in a bottle when we meet.

I feel him before he even arrives. That anticipation. That tiny bit of hesitancy about what he has planned. He knows my limits well. Better than I know myself. And he will push. He always does. Not too hard, just a firm grip on my neck to remind me who I belong to. The mere thought of him has my butterflies in my stomach.

He has given me specific instructions. Blind fold, kneeling on a pillow in the kitchen. Hands behind my back that I’m trying not to wring in excitement. In my hands is a toy, with a rattle. My duty to throw it if it gets too much. My heart races. Every sense heightened without my eyes to see. I have no idea what he has planned, but I know he desires entering my home and seeing his cherished little girl, his dirty little cum slut waiting for him.

I hear the door open, my breath hitches. I hear heavy footfalls. Each of them echo through the entryway louder and louder. Not a word is spoken. And though I want nothing more in this world to run up and greet him. Throw my arms around him and smell in his scent. My safe space. My love. Instead I remain silent. It is a struggle in my mind to behave. I feel his presence everywhere.

Suddenly a loud sound. Louder than anything should be sounding. It echoes and I nearly jump off my pillow. My hands squeeze tighter as I try to imagine what it could be. Another sound. Not as loud but still startling. My eyes beg to see. His footfalls come closer. I can barely stand it. Feeling his presence. The desire to submit to his will is so strong. He has control of all of me now.

He stops in front of me. I nearly smell him. Not a word spoken and the silence is nearly deafening. He walks past me, into the kitchen. Opens the door to the fridge and pulls out something. I do not know what. I hear the rattling of silverware and once more he is front of me. I feel a cold metallic item at my lips. I open automatically having no idea what I am to do. It is ice cream. Cold and soothing on my throat. An odd choice for first thing in the morning, but I would never refuse him. He serves me several more spoonfuls before he stops in front of me again. I hear the distinct sound of a zipper but no move toward me. I’m dying inside. Desperate to have him to feel him, to taste him.

Suddenly a warm, salty taste hits my mouth, teasing softly... just against my lips. My pussy aches and I feel it flooding and swelling with desire. My hands stay behind my back and I dare not say a word and break this spell I am under. I taste his cock head at my lips and I open happily, feeling his warmth inside my mouth again as he swells harder. Hands grab my face as he bottoms out in my throat. My gag activating... still not used to such treatment. He pulls back and does it again. Again. My head swimming, unsure if I will do more than gag. And yet I would do anything in this moment for him. It simultaneously feels like hours and mere seconds. Finally he pulls away, undoes my blind fold and tells me “Good girl.” I look into his eyes and nothing else matters in the world but him. I am home.

That’s really how I would be for Daddy. I blush when you suggest naughty things but once I get horny, I get so many naughty thoughts and ideas in my head and love becoming a nympho for Daddy… But when you bring up later what we did last night, I’ll blush so red everyone will know we did something really naughty 😅😅

Love being the shy girl who plays innocent in front of all your friends but is completely submissive and deranged during sex begging you to go harder and whimpering how deep it is while being choked until my face goes numb, making you tie me up, taking all your sexual frustration out on me. Just to go back to being sweet and shy once your finished.

😂😂 I’m dying, yes!!

Having ones hair touched & braided like this... I crave this level of intimacy with someone.

Don’t just do it because she wants you to.

You should want to do it, because she is yours with everything she has.

It’s not just her hair but also yours.

My brain might take a minute to catch up, but the praise kink is everything. Please make me want to beg you to fuck me harder so I can make Daddy feel so good

Fucking roughly into your sub until they're reduced to a mumbling, incoherent mess. Suddenly slowing down and doing more passionate thrusts; while kissing their forehead saying "You're doing so good for me".

Just saying, I love reading smutty books & fanfictions… I need my brain stimulated in order to make me lose it slowly… I’ve read a lot of fun scenarios to try someday. Smart & filthy girls are the best 😉🥺