A Reminder

Sometimes I forget that I’m just a toy, a collection of holes to be used. Daddy knows how to remind me.

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A Moment Captured 

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“Don’t You Dare Fucking Stop”

“Come. Be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s cock”

The words sent shivers down her spine. Despite the trepidation she felt, she didn’t hesitate in her task. Daddy wanted to be inside her.

No words more needed to be exchanged, she knew what was expected.

Both already naked, she moved her body on top of his. Normally she wouldn’t be ready so soon, but his cock was wet from her mouth and her cunt always responded when she sucked his cock, meaning she gasped as he slipped into her with ease.

The feeling of his cock pushing into her for the first time; stretching her, making her want more.

With him inside her and his hands gripped at her hips, she began to rock back and forth. Looking down at him, she could see the way he looked at her body. Leaning back slightly and arching her back she pushed her breasts upwards – improving his view her only motivation.

His hands guided her hips to where he wanted her as she fucked him. No, as he fucked her. Even though she was on top, she was never in control. Not with him. She felt even more vulnerable in this position; unsure of her rhythm and her body and if she could keep up. But she loved the noises he made, every breath and groan and “fuck” only spurred her on.

His hands gripped tighter and moved her faster and faster. Her body was warm, she could feel the sweat starting to form on her back and chest. She felt the hairs of the back of her neck rise, she wanted so badly to touch herself, to come with his cock deep inside her. But this wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about her pleasure. In this moment, her body was merely a tool. Everything fully for his pleasure. Fuck, how she wanted to please him.

By now signs of struggle were etched on to her face. Her body was shaking and sensitive and every movement felt like beautiful torture. Her cheeks burned as she felt was wet she was, she was making such a mess over Daddy.

Exhausted, she grabbed at his chest and used him to hold herself up. Her body drenched, hair on her face, she could feel her rhythm start to slow. She didn’t think she could take anymore, her whole body was sensitive to the touch. For a second she thought he might relent and let her rest, until she felt his fingers dig deep into her hips.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop”

His voice and moans were ragged, primal. The words went straight to her cunt and almost made her falter; desperation filled her face, all she could think about was Daddy coming inside of her. She composed herself just enough to control her body, riding him harder and faster than before.

He was close.

He pulled her towards him one last time and she felt the warmth and wetness as he filled her cunt. She no longer felt like her body was hers, it’s his to use as he pleases. She exhaled and collapsed on top of him, her hands desperately clinging to his chest, feeling so small and fragile as his arms wrapped around her.


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Daddy’s Girl

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Read To Me

I like nights like tonight. It’s cold outside, raining. I can hear the wind & rain battering against the glass of the window.

It’s a quiet night in for us. A pretty uneventful night, dinner, some wine.. But The best part, my favourite part, is now. I’m lying in bed with you, laying with my head on your chest, lights slightly dimmed. I can hear your heartbeat, feel your chest rise & fall. I can feel your warmth under me as I read. You’re reading too.

I run my foot along your leg, from your ankle, slowly along your shin. My hand caresses your chest. I love touching you, feeling you.. I love tonight, I’m relishing in the normality of it.

I continue reading, absent mindedly touching you every so often & nestling my head into your chest. I feel you shift slightly, I hear you putting your book down on the side table.

I look up to you. “Had enough for tonight?”

“Hmm” you nod, stroking my hair, looking at me. “Read to me..”

I smile at you almost quizzically, “yeah?”

“Yeah, why not?” you laugh.

“Okay” I say with a smile. I start to read from my book, finding the first proper sentence on the page.

I read aloud, concentrating on making sure I read the sentences out properly. Using the right tone of voice. Im not nervous about this – it’s just us – but I want it to sound right.

You’re stroking my hair, your touch is caring & tender. I close my eyes & begin to get lost in the sensation. I open my eyes & search for where I last read on the page.. Clearly Im taking too long when I feel you playfully pull on my hair.

I feign an ‘ouch’ noise & smile back at you before searching the page again.

“Lost your place sweetheart?”

“Umm, no. I just got distracted.. ” I say just as I find where I was and continue to read.

As I read on, I feel your hand in my hair. Not as gentle as before. In fact, you’re pulling at my hair harder now. Grabbing firstfuls of my hair in your palms, pulling it briefly before letting it go.

“Don’t” I reach back and lightly smack away your hand “I can’t concentrate”

I continue reading but you’re still pulling at my hair then letting go again. This last time, you don’t let go. You hold your grip.. Start pulling me towards you by my hair, my neck straining as my head tilts backwards.

“Stop it, you’re ruining this” I say, trying to sound confident.

You grab my chin, making sure I’m looking up at you.

“I’m ruining this?”

You have that look on your face. The look that says you’re amused at what I’m saying. I amuse you.

I roll my eyes, try to pull away.. But you just tighten your grip.

You look down at me, fist still in my hair, other hand now stroking my face, “Keep on reading then darling”

That’s it, I’m getting up. I Try to push myself off the bed with my arms but you reach out & pull me back down. I seem to have dropped the book, you let go of me & pick it up.

You hold the book out to me, “I’m sorry, please, keep reading”

I just look at you. Hesitant.

“Come on sweetheart” you slap my arm with the book, almost jokingly.

I’m still frowning, but I start to reach out to take the book from you. Until you hit my arm with it again. Harder this time.

You do it a third time. The paperback hits off my arm, I can see you smiling. I can’t stand you right now.

It’s like you can sense what I’m thinking. You grab my face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks together & making me look up at you.

“Come on, you wanted to keep reading. Don’t let me ruin it for you, princess. Here”

You tap the book against my cheek.

“What, don’t want to read anymore?,” You taunt me before slapping me harder across the cheek with the book.

You push me down into the bed, face first. I’m trying to push myself up, grabbing at the sheets, but your holding me down at the back of my neck. You take my hands and pin them under your knees.

Your practically straddling my back now, I couldn’t get you off me even if I put all my strength into it. But I still try. I frantically try & buck my hips, push my shoulders up, but nothing works.

I hear you laughing at me.

You hold my neck down & run your hand down my back. First over my vest top, down from my neck to my spine. Then under the top from my spine upwards.

Your hand travels back down & you reposition yourself so you’re sitting over the back of my legs. You grab my ass. You grope me. You slide your hand in between my legs, up to my spine again, you reach under & start to feel my breasts.

You stop. You reach for the book, you open it & put it right beside my face.


I turn my head to the other side. I’m not playing along, not tonight.

Your hand travels in between my legs again & you force your fingers in my cunt. Your touch is hard, rough. You grab my hair with your free hand and shove my face down onto the open book as I feel you force another finger inside me. I cry out. You’re hurting me.

You don’t care, you push your fingers in further.

“Read to me”

I struggle to see the words on the page, tears are forming in my eyes. But I start to read.

I feel so fucking pathetic, reading out to you now. You keep fucking me with your hand, until I’m crying it hurts so much.

“It’s too much, please stop.” I’m pleading with you, the pages of the book are wet with my tears.

You stop. I feel the pressure coming off my legs. You’ve shifted. I feel relief until I realise you’ve only moved so you can pull down my little shorts. They’re off now.

“Spread your legs for me”

I just cry into the book, I dont want to move. But I do it anyway, I manage to lift myself up & spread my legs for you.    I know it’ll be worse if I don’t.

You force your cock inside me & start fucking me from behind.

“Turn the page, keep reading”

I reach up, try to turn the page but they’re wet, stuck together. I’m sobbing. I feel pathetic, I can’t even get the page to turn.

You grab my hair & pull back, still fucking me.

“Look what you’ve done. Start over. In fact, just read that page to me.”

You make me read the same page over & over again. I feel your hands on my ass, spreading me open. You force your cock inside & start fucking my ass. You start to shove your fingers in & out of my cunt. You hear my sobs, my cries. The pathetic way I’m still trying to read the page as your fucking me. You really don’t care.

I’m crying into the book, it’s so wet, the print has smudged. I can barely read it, I give up & drop my face down.

You pull out of me & pull me up to my knees.

“Open up wide for me sweetheart.”

I drop my head, god no. You slap my face & grab it. I open my mouth ever so slightly, tongue hanging out like some kind of animal.

You come over my puffy tear soaked face, aiming for my mouth, my tongue.

“Lick my cum from round your mouth.”

“But don’t swallow it – you don’t deserve it. Hold it there.”

I feel the embarrassment running through me, I’m such a mess. I close my eyes & lick around my mouth. I taste your cum in my mouth, I can feel it on my tongue. Tears running down my face. Chest heaving.

You reach out for the book & open it, holding out in front of my face.

“Now, read to me…”

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