h8me2day

Sometimes, if I’ve been on my very best behavior and he is really enjoying railing my asshole, I get to play a game of pretend for his amusement.

Sometimes, I’m so dumb and so wrong about everything that I wonder why you let me speak at all.

When we were at Petco and you picked up a can of squeaky tennis balls, I didn’t have to remind you that our dog won’t play with them. Of course you already knew that. I could have just said nothing.

When you told me maybe some girls wanted to entertain their Daddy with a game of fetch, I giggled and said you were joking.

“No Dummy,” you’d chuckled, “I’m not joking. We’ll go outside and enjoy the sun, the grass. You’ll have so much fun amusing me.”

But now here I am, the sun warm on my bare ass, the lawn soft beneath my knees. As I crawl back to you, having retrieved the ball from where you tossed it, I note silently that we are in fact enjoying the weather. I drop the ball at your feet where you’re sitting in a large Adirondack chair. Our dog, laying beside you, isn’t interested. I lean over to pick the ball up again, this time squeaking it loudly in my mouth a few times before dropping it in your lap.

“I told you you’d have fun. You’re going to wear my arm out at this rate.” You laugh and throw the ball again and slap my ass to give me the release command, making me lunge forward to trot off to fetch the ball again.

Outside playing fetch with Daddy, chasing my new tennis balls across the yard and chewing them to make the squeak loudly as I crawl back to you, dropping them at your feet over and over. I’m groaning with shame and humiliation, each squeak of the ball a loud reminder that I’ll do anything you want and have a great time doing it.

“Please, no…” my muffled groans plead with you while you move a giant hand beneath me, massaging my abdomen. I feel your breath, a hot growl in my ear, as my body tenses, the head of your cock aligning with my hole, “Oh yes, my little cockpocket. That’s it. Resist me.” I feel your cock slowly start tearing into me and my fingernails dig painfully into the flesh of my ass as I try desperately to open myself for you. I keep hoping you’ll stop for a moment to let me adjust to the humiliating fullness of your giant cock in my tiny asshole, but you don’t. Instead, it feels as though an eternity passes before you gleefully slap my ass and tell me we’re halfway there.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I realize my mistake and fresh tears and snot begin flowing from my face. “Arf arrrrf argh awooo!!” I desperately start barking, hoping to make up for the stupid mistake I just made. I arch my back, growling now, and painfully steeling myself to accommodate more of your cock.

The only thing that exists is your cock. I can’t think about anything else. The way you’re forcing it, dry, into my ass while I stupidly try to stretch myself wider is amusing you. You’re halfway in, laughing as I kick my feet uselessly. “Yes, baby. Kick kick kick. But don’t let go of that asshole. Hold it open for me.” I sob into the pillow. “No, don’t cry.. I want to hear you howl. Howl like Daddy’s hungry little bitch. Just think about how empty that belly is… How hungry you are..” I’m howling, my denied pussy leaking down my thighs. “Come on baby, tell me how hungry that cunt is. That tummy. Be Daddy’s good girl and tell me!”