bibliophile

A true story on how I lost my virginity to a stranger I met online, in his car

Kink tags: virgin, car sex, true story, anal, butt plug, stranger, no kissing, no female orgasm

Word count: 2485

Procrastination at its Finest

In which the main character procrastinated a bit too much. 

Kink tags: teasing, anal, toys, urine (slight hint of, non kink), punishment, daddy

Word count: 2400

A New Kind of Dirty Talk

A tentative request results in a surprising outcome. 

Kink tags: threesome mention, anal, sex, dirty talk, oral fingering (is that a thing?)

Word count: 1262

Sharing is Caring; Part One, Part Two

Being shared between your guy and his father isn’t all that bad. 

Kink tags: sharing, mfm, anal, dirt talk, no manxman action, daddy kink

Word count: 4677 (total)

Procrastination at its Finest

Kink tags: sex, cockwarming (hint of), teasing, anal, toys, urine (very mild, not in a kinky way)

Sentence summary: I had work to do, you found a way to encourage me.

Word count: 2400

The Important Things in Life

Kink tags: rather vanilla sex (especially considering ^)

Sentence Summary: You mess up my nails but promise to make it up to me after. 

           After a fight to pay the check, in which I lost with no dignity-I fully expect my ass to be reddened at some point tonight-the next hurdle in starting the evening’s activities would be the seating arrangement in the car. I was a fan of getting to taste your wife’s pussy, but I was also a fan of throating your dick on the way. I also would’ve loved watching the two of you masturbate each other in the rearview as I drove. Tough decisions but I wasn’t the one in charge tonight. The rearview mirror was at the perfect angle for your wife to see the absolute mess I was making in sucking your dick. She was able to see the hand your hand fisted in my hair, controlling my rhythm, forcing me down further, before allowing me to come up for a second of air. There was no loud music, either, which allowed her to hear the erotic sounds of you fucking my throat, I wasn’t in charge of this blowjob, not in the slightest, and I wasn’t complaining. Prior to meeting up, my desires to be completely owned, to be nothing but a fuckdoll there for pleasure were discussed and used, multiple times. When you pulled my hair, hard, to get me off your dick and onto your balls, my pussy gushed and your wife let out a very audible moan. There was no question if I liked rough or not, and you were going to take full advantage of it.

           The car ride had to have been about 20 minutes to the hotel, not that I was able to count much, in which I spent with my mouth either around your cock or your balls. Although you didn’t cum, god knows how, I was still able to get a taste of your precum and it was worth being your cumslut for however long you would have me. When we finally arrived and parked, I didn’t want to let go of your dick. After a few pulls of my hair and a couple of smacks on my ass, I reluctantly withdrew and took your wife’s hand in help to exit the car. I kept ahold of her hand after I fully emerged, only to pull her close to me to kiss her, share the flavor of your dick and balls with her. We were in a somewhat private parking structure, so when I started to grope her breasts and grab her ass as we sucked each other tongue’s, there were no witnesses other than you. Not that you were complaining. By the time you grabbed our chins to stop us, my hands had started to move up her dress and she was kneading my breasts. The pout we both gave you for stopping us made you chuckle unapologetically.

           “We aren’t inviting anyone else to our evening tonight ladies. I already checked in earlier, we are a corner room on the top floor. Now move your pretty asses. I don’t want to wait another second,” you commanded us. Seeing as how we both had a voice kink, one that your voice hit in just the right spot, there were no arguments from either of us. Your wife and I weren’t allowed to stand next to each other in the elevator, nor were we allowed to touch you. When we whined, too, a simple look was all it took for us to be quiet and left to our fidgeting. By the time the elevator arrived at the top floor, a mere five floors, it felt like we had been waiting an eternity. The amount of pussy juice dripping down my thighs was almost comical, if not a tad humiliating. Not wanting to get another look, no matter how much the dom in you turned us on, we followed you to our room.

           Upon entry, it didn’t seem like this room was about to see a whole bunch of debauchery. The innocent looking duffle bags, one from each of us, all sat near the wall. Another smaller one sat on top, just inviting me to open and explore what all you had planned. Not that I would. After we all entered and the door shut behind us, the nerves finally showed. We had all been anticipating this for weeks now, if not months. Now that it was finally time, we weren’t too sure where to start. At least your wife and I were, you just thought it was a bit funny at how we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and now we can’t meet each other’s eyelines without blushing. A problem which you quickly took care of.

           Grabbing me by the throat, you tasted your wife on my lips before telling me to go kiss her until you said otherwise, but no getting each other off, only light touching. Doing as you said, I nervously approached your wife, staring at the floor the whole time. It wasn’t until she grabbed my hips to pull me closer, did I look up. Only I found her lips descending on mine, gently kissing me, until we were both making love to each other’s mouths as though they were each other’s pussies. Our hands were touching, feeling, stroking each other, except for our pussies, until we heard you tell us to strip each other. We took no time to listen to that command. Slowly but surely every article of clothing was stripped, revealing our naked bodies to each other. To you, too, not that we noticed you were looking. You encouraged us towards the rather large bed in the middle of the hotel room and still fondling each other we made our way to the middle.

           Following behind us, you gripped each of our hips to position us for our asses to be towards the ceiling allowing you direct access to both of our holes. You direct a kiss to each of our pussies before dribbling lube onto our asses. Although we are no longer making out, both of us enjoying the light teasing touches from you as you spread around the lube, we certainly admiring each other’s bodies. After a few moments of light touches, you slowly pushed in a butt plug to each of us, my ass getting the bigger one. As we panted and moaned together, you repositioned our bodies again. Dragging my hips back and over until I was directly behind your wife’s pussy and ass, before pushing me up into them, giving me an unspoken message to make her scream and to fulfill my dream of diving into deep into her pussy. I wasn’t entirely sure what you were up to behind me, my ass still in the air, giving you all the access you could ever need to be as mean as you want. It isn’t until I feel the vibrating on my ass and from your wife’s do I realize that the butt plug is a vibrator. Judging by the moan your wife gave out simultaneously with me, she didn’t either. I felt you feel how wet I am, followed by an evil chuckle, before you pushed in another toy into my pussy which soon started vibrating as well.

I saw you leave from behind me to put your phone, and the remote, down, before coming back behind me and forcefully flipping me onto my back; your wife now able to sit her pussy on my face. The pattern you set with the remote doing its job, working me up even further as I felt you climb on the bed. Pausing from drinking your wife’s pussy up, I see you come close enough for your dick to be directly over my face and your wife’s pussy. Kneeling down, you allowed the tip of your dick to briefly brush against my lips before guiding it into your wife. Our positions allowing me a close visual of how much you stretch her pussy, how wet she sounds as you enter her, how good your balls feel as they rest against my face as you sink all the way into her. I stick my tongue out to lick your balls as you both enjoy the feel of home with each other. Once you started to thrust, I would move my mouth from your balls, to the bit of shaft that I could get to between thrusts, to her clit. I was savoring the taste of your coupling, obsessed with it almost enough to ignore the throb between my legs as the pattern you set is doing nothing more that tease me.

Once your wife started moaning more often and I could see how tight she got on your dick, I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, flicking my tongue against the nub full of nerves. I could feel her juices stream past my lips to stream down my neck, making a mess on the bed. The first one of the night. You thrusted a few more times, prolonging her orgasm, before withdrawing leading me to lose my suction on her clit in favor of cleaning her delicious juices off of your dick. You reluctantly pull from my mouth, waving your finger at me. Before instructing me to go sit on your wife’s face while you come off of the edge, when you see me try to get your dick back into my mouth.

Unsteadily, I rise up on my knees towards your wife’s face. Her having collapsed on her back after her orgasm. Meeting her eyes, I swing a leg over, baring my sopping wet pussy for her eyes to feast on. I see her chest inhale as she smells my sex, how turned on I’ve gotten being teased watching you fuck her. I feel her hands come up to grip my hips to pull my pussy down until I feel her lips and tongue eat me out, tentatively at first before eating my cunt like it is the best dessert she’s ever had. Soon I find myself grinding down into her mouth, my back arching as I fall off of the edge. My moans soon turn to whimpers as she doesn’t let up, rolling my orgasm into another, albeit smaller one. Soon her frantic licks and sucks turn into a gentle lapping, enjoying the taste of my cunt.

Even more unsteadily, I rise off of her face, to fall unsteadily on my back next to her. Both of us breathing hard, our faces both coated with each other’s cum. Meeting each other’s eyes, we simultaneously move forward to connect our lips. A moan falling out me at the familiar taste of my cum. Once we have gotten out fill for one another, both plugs still teasingly vibrating in us, including the one in my pussy, both of us look at you, where you are slowly stroking your cock watching us enjoy each other. With an increasingly familiar smirk, you order us around, ending up in a 69 position with my holes facing you, at the perfect height for you to use me as you deem fit on my hands and knees. Not yet delving into her pussy, I see you go to the side table where you placed your phone, only for the vibrations to stop shortly after. Only the after affects and vibrations remain.

Coming back around, you pull out both of my plugs, leaving me to feel completely empty. At my whimper, you spank my ass a few times, followed by a command to be patient. I hear a few rummaging sounds before a hand on my ass, this time softer, opening me up. Another plug, this one just big enough to stretch me out to better take your cock, is slowly pushed into me. I let out a slow and low moan as it is fully inserted inside of my ass. I whimper as you teasingly pull it out and push it back in. You finish teasing me and run your fingers down from the plug to my pussy before remarking how much of a needy mess your fuckdoll is. I feel one and then two fingers push inside my pussy, slowly, testing my tightness, before violently thrusting your fingers, arching them too, until I’m screaming and dripping on your wife’s face. Just before I’m about to tip over the edge, you pull your fingers out and I hear as you feed your wife them. At my long and pitiful protest, you simply told me to not be greedy, that it is your turn. Followed by a steady and forceful thrust into your fuckdoll’s needy pussy with your thick cock. A long groan escapes both of us, we have been teasing ourselves and each other for far too long.

After a week of no playing, not even fingers in my cunt, your dick is a tight fit, more than usual. Feeling a bit of a stretch each time you sink balls deep. Plus the licks and sucks of your wife on my clit as she switched between us, leads me right back up to the edge. Feeling me start to tighten even more around you, leads to you telling your wife to focus on your balls and ass. I’m not going to be the next one to cum no matter how much I beg. Teetering on the edge, I’m begging you to fill me with your seed, to plant your baby inside me, make your baby making whore. I need to feel your cum inside of me. Your steady thrusts turn into hard, abusing thrusts as you get closer and closer to filling my pussy with your cum. My attempts to focus on eating your wife’s pussy are long forgotten, my head too full of being used like a fuckdoll to think of anything other than cumming and feeling your cum fill me up. I feel her scoot up more to focus on your ass or your balls with her mouth, when I feel her hands move to cup your balls, I got my answer.

Finally, after what feels like hours, you tell her to focus on my clit again, you want me to be ready to cum in ten seconds. Counting down, with each number a forceful thrust, I feel myself starting to tip over the edge. When you finally hit one, and I feel a sudden warmth fill my pussy along with your voice telling me how I was such a good little slut to take all of you, I tip over with no return. Vaguely, I feel the multiple gushes rush out of my pussy to land on your wife, and I hear you cuss with how tight I got. I feel you softening, too, as you keep thrusting to further my orgasm until I’m shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up. I somehow manage, likely with help, to climb off of your wife to crash onto the bed next to her, legs splayed open displaying my well used pussy. I’m still trying to catch my breath as your wife sits up and asks how is fucking who for round two.

           It wasn’t unusual for you to find me and already be in the mood for sex. Nor did it take me very long to get on your level. Often times just telling me what got you worked up, well, worked on me too. Especially if you were teasing me, like now, by palming your length through your sweats (or boxers, or jeans, or even the one time with the suit pants), biting your lip, making bedroom eyes, and subtly flexing your arms (we both know I am a sucker for biceps and forearms). Hardly ever did it take all four tactics to rouse me, but this time I was giving you a run for your money.

           “You told me that a time or two ago about my hair. It took me twenty minutes to put it back together. We ended up not even going too,” at this point I folded my arms across my chest, over my tits, to show a point and hide your staring. If I had known, I would have worn a bra, and more than an oversized hoodie of yours. Hell, probably would have worn a parka if I could have. Painting my nails is a process that should never be interrupted. “So no, turn around and go jack one out in the living room or somewhere away from me and my nails.”

           All of the tactics somehow failing, which had never happened before, I could see your mind whirring with possibilities. Seeing how all four tactics are rarely all used without me giving in, you were having a hard time coming up with a fifth. Seriously, three of the tactics are used generally around when I start my period each month. All four have been used once and that was in the beginning of our relationship when you wanted me to finger your ass as I blew you (you didn’t even need to use them either, I just didn’t want to sound so eager to put my fingers up your butt). I knew I was in trouble when a calm certainty came about, completely sure of yourself, and my inability to deny you anything sexual.

           A quick peak at my nails and the clock next to where I was sitting on our bed proved that my nails were far from dry. Given that I use a super strong top coat in hopes of my nail polish lasting longer, it usually means that it takes three centuries to dry or it needs some special lamp. Of course, I opted for the option of time.

           “Since I’m already in our room, you don’t mind if I sit next to you, right baby girl? I won’t make any attempt to get too close to you or your nails. I will stay on my side of our bed.” With that, you took your time to get to your side, ensuring that I had a perfect view of your dick swaying under your sweats with every step. The lack of a shirt only further aided the view, the dark trail of hair connecting both of my happy places. You weren’t ropes of muscle, but you also weren’t skin and bones either. You were my ideal man. Something which you had every intention of exploiting to your best degree. You furthered my point when you met my eyes and let your sweats drop to the floor before climbing into bed, albeit carefully, to rest your back against the headboard. “See. Not anywhere near your nails. And since he,” with a pointed nod towards your dick, “isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I assume you don’t mind if I rub one out here.”

           At the sight of my flushed cheeks and parted lips, you knew that I had no intention of answering you, not even if I was forced to. Especially as your right hand went from behind your head, which allowed me a full view of your body, to your dick. You slowly, and loosely, started stroking your dick, the muscles bunching in your arm with each stroke. I was still able to hold out on helping you, but not by much. I saw you facial expression change from calm certainty with a side of arousal to completely confident with a main dish of arousal. You knew you had me. It was just a matter of time.

           “Ohhh, fuck baby. This feels so good,” you moaned out breathlessly. By this point, your pre-cum had leaked out and your stroking did a good job in spreading it around to only aid you. Your hold got tighter, making the sound of your strokes get louder and wetter. You were so confident that you had me, you stopped paying me any attention to focus on your dick. Your head was still against your other arm but now your eyes were closed, lips parted to let out every sound, every harsh exhale as your stroked yourself to completion. Or maybe I wasn’t even needed for this jerk off session. We both had a pretty good memory for our spank banks. This wouldn’t be the first time that either one of us would cum without the other, usually due to schedule conflicts. At that thought, I folded. I hated masturbating by myself, would rather wait until you could join or even just direct, just so that I could feel close to you. Nails could be re-done. Besides, I don’t need my hands to make you cum.

           You didn’t falter in your strokes, nor did you startle when you felt me suddenly move to straddle you. All without hands, too. My pussy was mere inches from where you were stroking your cock, I could almost feel the whooshing of air against my pussy. I had been so busy trying to not give in that I completely ignored my own arousal sings; my nipples were pebbled, noticeable through your hoodie while my pussy was leaking my arousal onto your cock as I hovered, only aiding in your stroking. I fully admit that it doesn’t take much to turn me on, not that I can’t behave, but your tease and how far you pushed me made it ten times worse than usual.

It wasn’t until I started to sink down on your cock that your eyes opened, and your lips briefly went into a smirk before I smothered them with my own. Nipping on your bottom lip, almost in punishment for my lack of a will power when it comes to you. As I bottomed out, quite easily due to how wet and turned on I was, I went from nipping your lips to meeting your tongue with me own. Adjusting to your size, the stretch of your think cock always making it a necessity, I started to grind against your cock followed by lifting my hips and slamming back down. By this time, I knew my toe nails were fucked, if they weren’t messed up from when I straddled you, they were now as I moved my feet every lift of my hips to offer balance. My hands were still half in the air after all, rather comically.

“Good girl,” you murmured to me, having broken off of our kiss. “I was wondering when it would take for you to fold. It’s a shame about your toenails. It’ll be a shame if something happened to your fingernails too.” At the same time, your hands from behind your head, where they went after my pussy swallowed your dick, to my hips. Your hips started to meet my own in a frenzy, your grip on my hips almost too painful as you helped me keep my speed. As I had opened my eyes to meet yours after you broke the kiss, I was able to see the pure animalistic need that appeared as you thoroughly fucked me from the bottom. It seems as though you held off from coming to find me longer than I thought, but in the moment, all I could think was how good your dick felt.

I gave in. Having almost lost balance and fallen off your dick, which we definitely can’t have, I moved my hands from being a mummy to rest on your shoulders, just slightly grasping a hold. This moved my breasts from lightly resting on your chest to help with balance, to out I the open. Something you definitely took notice of at they bounced with every thrust. This only further your need, mine too, as I now got even better leverage to move my hips. Occasionally, I would go against your hold on my hips to grind against your groin. Before allowing you to go back to leading me in the rhythm. Each time your dick bottomed out, your balls slapped against me, adding a slight sting that did nothing but further the knot being created in my stomach.

“Nooo, what are you doing,” I half whimpered, half moaned, as you stopped altogether. “I was enjoying that.” Turning to look at your face, I had been ogling your muscles that were tensing and relaxing from fucking me seconds before, your confidence was back and even more apparent than before. You got me right where you wanted me anyway, begging for your dick, so you had no reason not to be.

“Oh, I know,” cue the half smirk. “But you are going to like this even better.” Not a second after that, you somehow took us from cowgirl to missionary without detaching our connection or further messing up my nails that rested on your shoulders. “Now hold on.”

           And I did. If I thought you were animalistic before, I had no words for how fast and hard you were thrusting into my pussy. The squelch sounds from my pussy only got louder and I could feel a mixture of my wetness and your pre-cum dripping down to make a puddle on the bed. I could only imagine how wet your balls were from slapping into me, which made the feeling of them slapping into me that much greater. My hands on your shoulders went from a loose, I-need-to-balance, hold to a I’m-being-fucked-for-my-life, hold on so I don’t lose my soul. My legs wrapped around your waist, feed resting on top of your ass, feeling how you tightened with each thrust. The ball that slowly dissipated with my disappoint of you stopping came back with a vengeance.  You were supporting your weight on your arms, allowing a gap between us, feasting your eyes on my tits that had their own jiggling in mind, occasionally looking down at my stomach that was jiggling just the same. You had the perfect body in my eyes, and somehow, you always said that I had the perfect body in your eyes, regardless of my jiggly parts. Rather than feeling self-conscious, I let the feeling of possession and love take over me, in between the tightening of my lower stomach.

           When your dick buried into me at the hilt each thrust, I moaned out, “I’m. About. To. Cum. Don’t. Stop.” What did you do? You stopped completely, not moving an inch. Pressing your hips against mine to stop me from bringing about my own orgasm. You brought your arms from pressing against the bed on either side of me to under my head, ignoring my whining and begging to please move all the while. After what felt like years of struggling for some kind of friction, I gave up with a huff. “I was so fucking close babe. Why?”

           This brought your attention up from where you were staring at my tits, to my face, giving you a slight smolder. “Well, seeing as how you didn’t want to have sex in the beginning, I didn’t think you would mind not having an orgasm either. After all, aren’t your nails more important?”

           I couldn’t tell if you were trying to appear innocent or just plain old furthering an agenda that I have no doubt you planned at this point.

           “Yes. I know. You know. But not want now they aren’t and I want to orgasm on your cock. Then I want you to call me your dirty little slut as you fill my pussy up with your cum. Then we are going to cuddle and I will give you all of the attention you can handle until you are ready to go again. Then we can have nice lazy sex to make up for both of our rudeness.” In my head, my words had backbone, they were words from a strong independent woman who didn’t need a man to cum. In reality, however, they were barely more than a plea for mercy hoping you took pity on me.

           “Hmmm. I don’t know. I don’t think bad girls,” you emphasized the last two words with two harsh thrusts, “should get what they want. So how about this. I’m going to fuck you until I cum and if you cum too, great. If not, well, I guess you have to mess your nails up further, huh? With how tight your pussy is right now, I wouldn’t doubt that you were still on the edge, I know I am. Now gimme a kiss and hold on.”

           I had been well and truly defeated. You definitely won this round of wills. So I offered my lips up for you to dominate and gripped your shoulders for dear life. The thrusts that I thought were animalistic were nothing compared to how your cock felt diving into my pussy. In hindsight, you were thrusting fast, yes, but not your full length. This time, though, I’m pretty sure I’ll need a band-aid for my cervix after the pounding your cock puts it through. I was getting your full length over and over and I could do nothing but hold on. There was no lifting my hips to match your pace, none of that. I was there to receive whatever pleasure you deemed fit to allow me and bring you to cum. Judging by the drool enticing kiss you somehow managed to keep up with, you weren’t not trying to prevent my orgasm. Just the opposite really. I knew I was done for when one of your hands moved from cradling my head to putting pressure on my throat. If I ever had any reason to doubt that you knew my body, every time we had sex and you somehow knew just the right thing to make cum restarted my thinking.

           “Mmm, that’s baby. Cum on my cock, clench your little pussy on my cock as it pounds into you. Are you gonna squirt? I think you might. My little slut is gonna squirt just from having her greedy cunt filled. So sensitive.”

           “Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck,” I moaned, if not screamed. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, please. Please.” Whatever rhythm you had before was gone. My hips were uncontrollably fucking myself on your cock and, as I could feel your balls tighten and dick start to twitch, I knew you were done for too. As the nice person I am, I decided to help you, “Ohh, yes. I want your cum inside me. Cum in your slut’s pussy. Yesssss,” I hissed out as I felt your cum shoot out with each sharp thrust into my pussy. Judging by how wet we both were, there was little doubt of me squirting and even surprise as the amount of cum that you pumped into my pussy, only for it to leak out with the softer thrusts following out big climaxes.

What cultivated over who knows how long by yourself, a good half an hour of teasing alone, and an immeasurable amount of time of fucking, both our orgasms felt that they took eons to fully pass over us. Leaving us in the aftermath of sweat, cum, and pussy juices. Even though both of our bodies needed a shower, neither of us wanted to move from where we found ourselves; your dick softening inside of me while your arms wrapped around my waist with your head on my chest, your full weight offering me the comfort only you can bring. Our legs were tangled, although mine barely reached your knee with our height differences and positions. Not even paying mind to my sure to be messed finger nails, I was lightly running my nails over your scalp and back, or what I could reach of your back, before continuing the path.

Although both of us enjoyed our positions immensely, the drying juices were starting to get uncomfortable. You popped your head up to look at me, “Wanna take a bath with me? I will show you how a man does his woman’s finger-nails.”

“Give me two seconds love. I just found a perfect source that would tie two of my main arguments together perfectly and I want to cite it before I end up losing it.” Muttering to myself, “Now was it MLA or APA, and did the professor want accessed dates.” After struggling a few minutes, the first one is always the hardest, I turned around on the bed to find you at the door. You were staring at my boobs, presumably due to their jiggle as I turned around. I wasn’t wearing your thinnest shirt for no reason; my tits and nipples look fantastic. “Okay, what did you need?”

“Well. Since someone keeps procrastinating even after I told her not to, someone is getting punished. Her punishment will last however long it takes for her to finish her assignment, with every hour increasingly getting harder. Literally,” you show me what you were hiding behind your back. Our medium sized butt plug, just enough for me to feel the stretch but still be able to ignore it. “Now. You, baby girl, are going to turn around, pull your shorts down, ass up, and pull your cheeks open for me. I will, of course, lube you up. No complaining or whining. Oh. I’m your daddy now little girl.” Like I was going to complain about anything butt.

“Yes daddy. I am sorry daddy,” I puckered my lips for a quick kiss before doing exactly as you said and soon I felt two of your fingers slide the warmed up lube in and around my ass. Feather light touches. Just enough to tease me but still do the job of lubing my ass. I had to bite my hand to stifle my moans and pleas for more. More anything.

“Okay baby. I am going to slide in your plug,” I was hyperaware. One of the main reasons that we worked so well as a couple was due to how easily we could turn each other on. I could feel the plug coming into contact with my ass, could feel my ass clenching and unclenching, begging for it, as you continued to tease me.  “You are to leave it in unless I say otherwise. If you have to go potty, you may ask if I will remove it. Otherwise, your focus is to be solely on your essay. Do you understand?”

Too focused on getting the plug to enter my ass, I didn’t answer. I jolted at the smack across my ass, “I asked, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy. Yes, I understand. No removing my plug, if I have to go potty ask for your help.”

“Good girl.” My mouth was salivating, praise was one of my main kinks, which you knew. “Now. Pull your shorts back up and finish your essay. I will be back in one hour if you haven’t completed it.”

Doing as you said, I pulled up my shorts and dove into my research, the plug shifting with every move I made. My pussy was already dripping, anal play was a guarantee turn on for me. I was anticipating the next hour, as we both knew this essay would at least take three more hours, while worrying about being able to keep my concentration on the next step. I had found all of the sources that I needed, plus some, and was working on constructing my thesis based upon the information that I gathered when I felt you enter the room again.

“Shorts down, shirt off, oh, and socks off too. Come into the bathroom when you are done.” I was shivering with anticipation; I don’t think I have ever fumbled so badly to undress in my life. Slipping across the hardwood floor of our bedroom, I stumbled into our bathroom. “Good girl. Lean over the counter, perk your ass up.” As I walked over to you, I felt your eyes drinking in my body. From my hanging tits, to my plus sized tummy, down to my legs that you love to have wrapped around your waist, coming back up to watch my hips as they swayed back and forth. One of your favorite things is having me walk to you, mostly naked. Not even in high heels. I did as you asked, laying my head on my arms that were braced against the mirror, arching my back how I know you like it.

“You are taking this punishment so well, sweetie. I am so proud of you. No whining or complaining, and you left your plug in. My good girl.” I swelled with every word of praise. I loved being yours, whether it was your good girl or your dirty little slut. You knew it too, a quick glance at my puffy pussy lips proved it. “I am going to remove your plug, you are going to go potty, when you are done, I will wipe you. Then I want you back in the same position. Do you understand?”

~skip if urine is a turn-off~

Learning from my last mistake, as I can still feel your hand on my ass, I quickly agree. In a swift movement, you abruptly remove the plug, before giving my other cheek a soft pat. Given the green light, I quickly step to the toilet, not realizing how badly I had to pee until now.

“Ah, ah, ah pet. Only responsible grown ups get to use the toilet. You, my baby, are going to pee in the shower. I want your feet wide, your hands on the wall, and your back tilted. I want to see you piss down yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy,” I changed courses for the shower. Feet slightly wider than shoulder length apart, allowing a glimpse of my pussy when I bent over to put my hands against the wall. It took a few seconds, as I felt your gaze upon my pussy, but soon I was able to release, and a stream of pee slithered its way down my leg. “I am done daddy. Will you please wipe me now?”

“Of course my darling, thank you for asking so nicely. I will first wipe you, then I am going to turn on the water and ensure that you are completely clean. If I wish for you to move, I will move you myself. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” I felt the toilet paper you already had in your hand push up against my pussy, before wiping away any evidence that I was wet to begin with. Your other hand turned on the faucet. After you threw the used toilet paper in the trash, you took the sprayer of off its mount, before changing the flow of the water. Slowly, you moved the warm water from my feet, up to my thighs, before reaching my pussy lips. One hand spreading my lips open, the spray landing right on my clit. It taking all of my strength to not wiggle or ask for more. You slowly rubbed my pussy, moving up to my ass, taking all remanence of my arousal with the spray of the water. After a few seconds, I heard the water turn off, your hands lift my shoulders so that I am standing. I watch you dry my lower half off, taking the upmost care to not over-stimulate my pussy.

~you may continue~

“Remember how I had you stand before?” I nodded. “Words next time love. I want you back over there, same position. This time I am going to spank your ass until it is a decent shade of red, but do not worry love. I know your limit and I will not come close to it. You are just going to feel a sting for the next few hours. Afterwards, I’m going to plug you back up. Not going near any of your limits love. Do you understand?” I answered you, going to take the position you wanted me in. I loved spankings. Every time we had sex, which was a lot, I begged to be spanked. I lived for our spankings. There have been times where I have cum only from spankings. All of this, of course, which you knew. I felt every swat against my ass. Any arousal that you had washed off was back, if not dripping down my leg. By the time you finished, I knew I would feel the tingling of my ass for the rest of the night. Knew, too, that it would make the play later even more intense as I knew that there was no way you would let me cum until my essay was done.

“One-minute love. Up on the counter you go,” spreading my legs, you took a quick lick of my arousal straight from my pussy. I heard you hum at the taste. “Okay little one, slide your ass to the edge, I’m going to finger your ass open a bit more. May have you keep my cock warm while you work.”

“That sounds amazing, daddy. Can I have you and the plug?” I said looking up at you with a pout. Even on the counter I was still shorter than you. I loved it.

You grinned down at me, “As if I could ever refuse my snookums,” my giggle making your eyes sparkle down at me. “but you are going to wait a little while. That seems more like a reward for when you are almost done, doesn’t it?,” at my nod, you continued, “Okay baby. I am going to go get a bigger plug, the lube, and then I will come back. In the meantime, scoot back so that your back is against the mirror, and you can pull your legs up, lovey.”

“Mmmm. You got it babe.” Our playtime going from a daddy vibe to an us vibe. Purely us, cringey names and everything. Doing as you asked, I watched as you lubed the plug on your way over to me. Meeting my eyes for a moment to ensure that I hadn’t changed my mind. Contradicting how you pulled the plug out of me, you slowly entered the plug, inch my inch, meeting my eyes every few seconds to make sure that I wasn’t going to get overwhelmed. Once the plug was nicely settled against my ass, “I love you. And I appreciate you,” I whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“I more than love you. Now hop off and let’s go cuddle until you are able to get your essay done.” We walked into the bedroom; our hands intertwined. I watched as you got onto the bed, adjusting the pillows to create your perfect back rest. I climbed in between your spread legs and settled down, just able to feel your semi-hard on against my butt. “Let me know when you are close to finishing you essay, we can have you become my favorite cock warmer.”