Sex With My Daddy

"Because." The tip of his tongue makes a circling motion around my clit. Time is something I have a plenty of, sweetie. You need nothing but some time, your pussy, and a fuckton of patience. So you don't believe I've made up your taste, do you? Now that I understand, you want me to act hastily, don't you think? No. Hell, no! When I think about it, I could literally jump out of my skin. In other words, keep going! In the end, he responds, but not with words. With every pull I am lifted and wound more tightly. And then I reach the edge, hovering between one lick and the next, before plummeting to my doom. The force of my approach causes me to scream as I clench my thighs around his head. To keep me open as he continues to beat me until my bones dissolve to putty and I collapse, William jams his enormous hands around them to drive my legs apart again. The end. Oh, please, God, no. There will be no compassion from his ominous cackle. There will be more than two orgasms tonight, Lisa. Like he can't get enough of me, he's back at my pussy, sliding his fingers over my lips and splitting me. "Just for me, it's so fucking lovely and pink and moist," she said. When I say "yes," it comes out in a rasp. William relaxes his posture a little, but he still can't resist touching me. Right now he's avoiding my clit, but his slow, possessive strokes on the rest of me are doing a good job of both relaxing me and reviving my fervor. He can't keep his eyes off of my boobies. I hope to keep this in mind. "Me too." No, I don't mean it that way. As though reluctantly, he looks at me in the face. My dampness has spread to his cheeks and jawline. He has a vicious demeanor, and I appreciate that he doesn't seem to mind that I'm all over him. We've already made a hash of things between us, and he warned that this was just the beginning. I want to make a movie about you, sweetie. "Let's have ourselves a little something special." As before, I proceed. It's one thing to fuck with William. Pictures? Videos? Those will always exist, whether or not the original file is destroyed. Always, always, always, there are backups of the backups. I can't tell whether the shaking in my body is from need or anxiety. What are you going to do with it? Remember that one weekend when your pussy was all mine to occupy? I feel a strong cupping between my thighs from him. I feel like he claims complete ownership of that facet of my identity. You may save it to your phone if it helps you relax. You may decide whether or not to transmit it to me at a later time. Not right. It's safe to say that the woman I was four days ago would never have agreed to or even wanted this. I find myself agreeing with the statement. "Yes." Keep still. As soon as William stands up, he storms out of the room. Before I can ask myself whether this is all a horrible mistake, he will be back with my wallet in his grasp. He throws it down beside me. "Phone." My hands are trembling as I fumble for it, unlock it, and give it over. William looks at me thoughtfully for a while before he jerks his chin to the sofa. "Go stand over there." Rather uncomfortably, I comply with the order. Before he can tell me to, I lean against the couch's edge and stretch out my legs. Simply seeing his tight grin is a worthwhile treat. "You're doing well, sweetie." He gets back to his feet, switches off the television, and turns on the living room lights. As William kneels back between my thighs and raises my phone, I feel even more vulnerable than I already have tonight. The neighbors won't be able to peek in because of all the trees It's too awful, I mutter. I raise my arms and wrap them around the sofa. I'm certain that they'd like the show. Certainly not. The camera begins rolling as he presses the start button, and he pans over my bottom half. The phrase "needy pussy" comes to mind. Wow, you're so bloated and drenched. William obscenely parts me with his fingers. Just so damned dependent. You're after my cock, but you don't quite grasp it. Just wait till you've earned it. He first sticks one finger inside me, and then he puts two fingers together. "Are you going to rip my cock off as eagerly as you rip my fingers off?" I nod and mutter, "Yes, Daddy." I watch as he dips his fingers in and out of my wetness, coating them till they reflect brightly in my phone's picture. Say that with me now: "That's correct. Look at your father fucking you with his fingers like the filthy little whore that you are. With that gruff, edgy tone, he doesn't sound like himself at all. The doctor said, "I guess you can take another one." He jams his third finger into me. The cry that leaves my lips is nearly inevitable; it's almost too much. William shoots me an intense glance. What I offer you, you take. Hear what I'm saying? If I make you come back, you'll take my three fingers and say "thank you." Terror and longing swirl within of me. That which he is describing sounds wonderful, and I would want to have it, but it is impossible for me to have it. "I can't." Exactly what did you say? Before my back can straighten, he withdraws his fingers and takes my chin with two fingers, exactly like he did in the kitchen. I'm dimly aware that the phone is aimed at my face, but my focus is all on him and the terrible expression he's giving off. He uses his fingers to penetrate my mouth, causing me to taste myself and therefore realize that I am every bit the nasty little slut I have been portraying myself to be.