Daddy’s Little Whore (Part 2)

He held her in bed for a few moments before turning over to vape. He lay on his side, facing the wall and soon felt her delicate lips planting kisses generously on his back, stroking him up and down with her right hand. He always said she had magic fingers, and tonight was no exception. I could only hear daddys moan, almost like a cat’s purr, and she took his encouragement and began stroking his back lower and lower, grazing his delicious bum with her fingertips. First the cheeks, then gently teasing his crack. She moved her hand lower again as he lifted his bum in the air, giving her room to tickle his balls and stroke his inner thighs.

The next thing he felt was her rising to her knees on the bed and shuffling down to hump his leg. She’d read about leg humping in some erotica she’d read. A sub being forced to cum, just by humping her master’s knee. But today wasn’t going to be anything like that. She thrusted with her imaginary cock, sliding her hand between her legs and hastily rubbing her clit as his moans grew louder.

He turned over to get a better view as she lay down beside him and continued. He always loved watching her wank until she was too sleepy to go on, and she always got off on knowing he was watching. He stroked his cock slowly, more interested in watching her body tremble as she got closer and closer than he was in his own want to orgasm. Her energy wasn’t shaking tonight. It was his birthday and she wanted it to be a birthday to remember. She rose to her knees once more and placed one either side of him, before rubbing her clit up and down his cock. She felt how hard he was and couldn’t bare it any longer. She wanted to make her Daddy cum and she wanted it now. She shuffled down the bed a little more and took his hard cock in her hand, feeling the warmth and stiffness in her grip as she stroked up and down.

But it was his birthday. All she’d got him was some lousy chocolate and a plain titanium band. She’d toyed with the idea of getting ‘Daddy’ engraved on the inside, but didn’t have the courage when she got to Timpson’s. This needed to be special and more importantly, she needed to feel like she’d done her best. She wanted him, more than anything, and she wanted him to know. She took his cock in her mouth, and sucked away greedily. As she took him deeper into her mouth, and deeper still into her throat, she felt his body tense up with pleasure. The grip of his thighs around her head growing tighter. She felt a twinkle of pride as she held him in a few seconds longer than she thought she could and came back up for air.

As she came up, she quickly shifted back to her knees and began wanking off the two of them furiously. He held a hand over her clit as she continued stroking his cock, hard and fast. She loved the sound of it. She was so close. She wanted to cum but she got off so much on the fact that she wasn’t allowed. The fact that she was being his good little whore. He let go of her pussy and she carried on until she was almost too exhausted to do anything, ready to pull the covers over herself once more and kiss him goodnight. She she shuffled up the bed to kiss him and was met with a deep, loving kiss. His patience was growing thinner. He was so close. He grabbed his cock with a tight grip and took over as he continued kissing her passionately as if they’d just started dating. Experience had taught her that sometimes this was exactly what he needed… And rest assured…

“Now” he said suddenly and quietly. She took his cock deep in her mouth and let his hot load fill the back of her throat. She loved cleaning up like this, like a dirty, cum thirsty slut. His slut and no one else’s. She held it in there and licked it clean with her tongue, before pulling away to lick his head and suck away any remaining drops.

“Aren’t you being a good little whore for Daddy?” he said with a huge, sleepy smile. Too tired to move, he held his arms out for snuggles and let her sleep on his side of the bed. Within moments they were both sound asleep, entangled, exhausted, in love.

Suddenly she was awake and she was on top of him. They’d fallen asleep on about a third of the bed and she’d asked to go back on his side, or so she remembers. He held her there on top of him for a moment, blissed out and stroking her arms and waist.

“You have an amazing body” he said.

“I love you” she beamed at him, always delighted when she heard him tell her.

“I love you” he said, before cradling her body on her side of the bed. The perfect spoons. The best night’s sleep.