I Like Taboo Sex
Looking out of the plane window I can barely contain my excitement. I am finally going to see Him, to see my Daddy. I have been waiting for this moment ever since we wrote to each other. I know I should try and relax and perhaps rest up before I get there, but I am too focused, too excited, and too nervous about seeing Daddy for the first time. Everything I have been training for online has worked up to this point and I am prepared for my Daddy.
After the plane lands and I exit, I still have that uneasy ‘landing’ feeling in my stomach as the butterflies whirl and twirl. I walk along with the rest of my fellow passengers towards the crowd of eager friends and family members waiting for us. I look around and easily spot my Daddy. I run into His arms and start to cry tears of shear joy. He whispers in my ear, “hello baby girl, I’m glad to finally be able to hold you close to me.” I cannot even respond through my jubilant tears. I am finally with Him. We stand there holding each other and after awhile Daddy says it is time to go get my baggage and head home. I grasp my Daddy’s hand and follow as He leads me to gather my belongings. After we get everything together we walk hand in hand out to the parking lot and find Daddy’s car. He takes me along to the passenger side door and leans down and gives me a long deep kiss as I still grasp His hand, never wanting to let go. He then opens the door for me and tells me to get in and put my seatbelt on. I do as I am told, and much to my dismay, release His hand so I can buckle myself in. He jumps in the car and drives us home. I stare at my Daddy the entire way home, afraid that He may disappear if I look away from Him for even a moment. He notices me staring at Him and a smile spreads across His lips. “I’m not going anywhere baby girl,” He says to me, and then we both laugh and giggle.
We soon arrive at Daddy’s house and I jump out of the car and grab Daddy’s hand again as we walk to the door. He unlocks the door to let us in. As soon as we are in the house I can feel Daddy’s eyes on me. I turn to face Him and I can see the longing in His eyes and instantly I am aroused and wet. “Let’s play,” says Daddy as He steps towards me and my insides churn for the longing I have for Him. “Take your clothes off slave,” He says in His deep alluring voice. I am no longer here to be His baby girl, but I am now His slave for Him to use as He wishes. As I undress, my eyes are cast down away from Master and I tremble slightly. This is what I have been waiting for, for all these long months. I need to serve my Master, the feeling courses through my veins. After I undress, I kneel on the floor with my legs spread, stomach in, chest out, hands at my side, and my head cast down. As I kneel there in front of my Master, my breath quickens slightly. Master has His ridding crop and He begins to slowly walk around me, inspecting His property. He extends the crop towards me and slowly traces patterns over my skin. He uses the crop to lift first one breast and then the other. Walking around behind me, He gently touches my back with the crop and moves further and further down and then out of nowhere He gives me a light pop on my ***. My ***** reacts to His touch by becoming increasingly wet for my Master. He walks around toward the front of me and I can hear Him pulling the zipper down on His pants. “Please your Master slave,” He tells me and I eagerly open my mouth to receive His bulging ****. I lick Him with gusto and relish the taste of my Master. I have dreamt of having Him in my mouth, of pleasing Him, and savoring His taste. I am full of joy as I feel His **** become bigger and bigger in my mouth. I relax my throat and take Him all the way in. He grabs me by the hair and trusts Himself harder down my throat. He quickens His paste as I continue to move my tongue around enjoying His taste. He ****, shooting His warm load down my throat and I swallow loving that He is pleased.
He pulls out of my mouth and tells me to rise. He leads me over to the coffee table and tells me to bend over top of it. He cuffs my hands and ankles to the legs of the table and then leaves the room. My *** is in the air and I can feel my wetness begin to drip down my leg. He comes back into the room, but I cannot see Him in the position that I am in. I hear Him walk up behind me and then I feel Him touch my hips and I feel Him begin stroking my ***. “Does my slave need to be spanked?” He asks me. My voice cracks as I reply “Yes Master, I do.” I feel the quick sting on His palm against my backside and my nerves are alight with pleasure. He comes down on me over and over again. Each stroke of His palm sends me ever higher and higher. My pleasure builds and my juices flow. I can feel my *** redden as the blood rises to the surface. Then, taking me completely by surprise I feel Him trust His **** inside of my *****. He is relentless in His pace. He ***** me hard and quickly. I can feel His huge **** sliding in and out and filling my ***** completely. Deep inside I feel myself climbing ever higher and higher. I am going to explode. I yell out, “please Master may I ***?” He replies, “No you may not, not yet.” I moan ever loader; I am so worried that I am going to ***, I can barely hold back. He pounds my ***** harder and harder and grabs my hair pulling my head back. “Do you need to *** now my ****?” He asks. “Yes Master, I need to ***!” I scream, praying that He will allow me before I erupt. I hear Him ask, “How bad do you need to *** *****?” “I need to *** Master, please let me ***. I feel like I am going to explode! Please let me *** Master!” I say through moans of ecstasy. “*** now, my cumslut! *** Now!” He yells His commands at me. I react instantly and burst around Him. My ***** tightens and bares down on my Master’s **** and I squirt over and over again. I feel Him shoot His warm load inside of me, which causes me to *** again and again. We are both breathing heavily and I can feel my body tingling as my head spins lightly. I have found Nirvana.
I come back to reality as I hear His voice, “You are such a good girl. You did so well baby girl.” My soul is filled with elation as I hear Him say that. He moves around my body and uncuffs my limbs from the coffee table. He helps me up and we walk over towards the couch. He sits down and pulls me into His lap. He holds me close and gently strokes my hair. “You did so good baby girl, you make me so proud,” He whispers in my ear. The rhythm of His touch against my hair and back gently sends me off to sleep. I am where I need to be. I am safe and loved in my Daddy’s arms.
After the plane lands and I exit, I still have that uneasy ‘landing’ feeling in my stomach as the butterflies whirl and twirl. I walk along with the rest of my fellow passengers towards the crowd of eager friends and family members waiting for us. I look around and easily spot my Daddy. I run into His arms and start to cry tears of shear joy. He whispers in my ear, “hello baby girl, I’m glad to finally be able to hold you close to me.” I cannot even respond through my jubilant tears. I am finally with Him. We stand there holding each other and after awhile Daddy says it is time to go get my baggage and head home. I grasp my Daddy’s hand and follow as He leads me to gather my belongings. After we get everything together we walk hand in hand out to the parking lot and find Daddy’s car. He takes me along to the passenger side door and leans down and gives me a long deep kiss as I still grasp His hand, never wanting to let go. He then opens the door for me and tells me to get in and put my seatbelt on. I do as I am told, and much to my dismay, release His hand so I can buckle myself in. He jumps in the car and drives us home. I stare at my Daddy the entire way home, afraid that He may disappear if I look away from Him for even a moment. He notices me staring at Him and a smile spreads across His lips. “I’m not going anywhere baby girl,” He says to me, and then we both laugh and giggle.
We soon arrive at Daddy’s house and I jump out of the car and grab Daddy’s hand again as we walk to the door. He unlocks the door to let us in. As soon as we are in the house I can feel Daddy’s eyes on me. I turn to face Him and I can see the longing in His eyes and instantly I am aroused and wet. “Let’s play,” says Daddy as He steps towards me and my insides churn for the longing I have for Him. “Take your clothes off slave,” He says in His deep alluring voice. I am no longer here to be His baby girl, but I am now His slave for Him to use as He wishes. As I undress, my eyes are cast down away from Master and I tremble slightly. This is what I have been waiting for, for all these long months. I need to serve my Master, the feeling courses through my veins. After I undress, I kneel on the floor with my legs spread, stomach in, chest out, hands at my side, and my head cast down. As I kneel there in front of my Master, my breath quickens slightly. Master has His ridding crop and He begins to slowly walk around me, inspecting His property. He extends the crop towards me and slowly traces patterns over my skin. He uses the crop to lift first one breast and then the other. Walking around behind me, He gently touches my back with the crop and moves further and further down and then out of nowhere He gives me a light pop on my ***. My ***** reacts to His touch by becoming increasingly wet for my Master. He walks around toward the front of me and I can hear Him pulling the zipper down on His pants. “Please your Master slave,” He tells me and I eagerly open my mouth to receive His bulging ****. I lick Him with gusto and relish the taste of my Master. I have dreamt of having Him in my mouth, of pleasing Him, and savoring His taste. I am full of joy as I feel His **** become bigger and bigger in my mouth. I relax my throat and take Him all the way in. He grabs me by the hair and trusts Himself harder down my throat. He quickens His paste as I continue to move my tongue around enjoying His taste. He ****, shooting His warm load down my throat and I swallow loving that He is pleased.
He pulls out of my mouth and tells me to rise. He leads me over to the coffee table and tells me to bend over top of it. He cuffs my hands and ankles to the legs of the table and then leaves the room. My *** is in the air and I can feel my wetness begin to drip down my leg. He comes back into the room, but I cannot see Him in the position that I am in. I hear Him walk up behind me and then I feel Him touch my hips and I feel Him begin stroking my ***. “Does my slave need to be spanked?” He asks me. My voice cracks as I reply “Yes Master, I do.” I feel the quick sting on His palm against my backside and my nerves are alight with pleasure. He comes down on me over and over again. Each stroke of His palm sends me ever higher and higher. My pleasure builds and my juices flow. I can feel my *** redden as the blood rises to the surface. Then, taking me completely by surprise I feel Him trust His **** inside of my *****. He is relentless in His pace. He ***** me hard and quickly. I can feel His huge **** sliding in and out and filling my ***** completely. Deep inside I feel myself climbing ever higher and higher. I am going to explode. I yell out, “please Master may I ***?” He replies, “No you may not, not yet.” I moan ever loader; I am so worried that I am going to ***, I can barely hold back. He pounds my ***** harder and harder and grabs my hair pulling my head back. “Do you need to *** now my ****?” He asks. “Yes Master, I need to ***!” I scream, praying that He will allow me before I erupt. I hear Him ask, “How bad do you need to *** *****?” “I need to *** Master, please let me ***. I feel like I am going to explode! Please let me *** Master!” I say through moans of ecstasy. “*** now, my cumslut! *** Now!” He yells His commands at me. I react instantly and burst around Him. My ***** tightens and bares down on my Master’s **** and I squirt over and over again. I feel Him shoot His warm load inside of me, which causes me to *** again and again. We are both breathing heavily and I can feel my body tingling as my head spins lightly. I have found Nirvana.
I come back to reality as I hear His voice, “You are such a good girl. You did so well baby girl.” My soul is filled with elation as I hear Him say that. He moves around my body and uncuffs my limbs from the coffee table. He helps me up and we walk over towards the couch. He sits down and pulls me into His lap. He holds me close and gently strokes my hair. “You did so good baby girl, you make me so proud,” He whispers in my ear. The rhythm of His touch against my hair and back gently sends me off to sleep. I am where I need to be. I am safe and loved in my Daddy’s arms.
By:
littleampgirl
Age:
22-25
,
Female
