Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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He walked me to the house quickly, letting me steady myself step-by-step
on the damp stone entrance. I loved holding onto his big arm and
shoulder, my heels definitely not made for anywhere but the house, and
maybe a stripper pole.
He knew a short code that he typed into the keypad. I hung on him,
staring at him, seeing myself so needy and horny from the drive, never
wanting to be out of physical touch with him until he's satisfied...
He opened the door for me and I stepped into the entrance foyer and swung
around back to him before looking into the house, intending to just drop
to my knees right there in the entrance...
"No, babygirl," he caught me, turning me back around forcefully and
leading me by my arm past the artwork in the short hallway and into the
open floorplan house.
I wanted to take it all in but I wanted him more, I needed him...his lust
was visible, tangible; an animalistic need, fully present and unlocked
from behind any superego facade...and I wanted that, I loved it, I had
engendered it and he was giving it to me as I was to him.
The taste and smell of him during the long drive, the long worship of his
cock that I've thought of obsessively for weeks; for miles one of his
hands gently stroking my hair as I sucked him in and out slowly on the
highway, lovingly, obediently, honestly.
Yes yes take me Daddy, take me, use me please, I thought as he brought me
around a large, smooth dark old-wood support post at the edge of the
kitchen area which looked down a few steps on a wide living room...I
glanced past him 'is that a painting?' I thought for just a split second
before he stepped in front of me, pushing my back against the post...
"Take off my belt, babygirl."
I reached out to him desperately, oh god yes yes Daddy..my hand moving as
fast as I could unbuckling the heavy black leather from the clasp and
then stepping to him, almost against him, coaxing it from around his
waist..suddenly close enough to hear each other breathing, both panting
with lust, I wanted to fall into his arms, wrap them around me for just a
second please Daddy? I begged silently to myself.
But he didn't, at least not yet. He took his belt out of my hands.
"Down to your knees, angel," he said in a low voice full of want
I dropped one leg at a time, using my back against the pole to help me
slide down, feeling the denim straining against my bent knees on either
side of the pole now, my pink heels , behind me. He stepped around the
pole behind me...and I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
"Arms behind you now, trisha."
Almost hypnotized with wonder, I moved my arms behind me on either side
of the pole, and felt Daddy start to tie my wrists together with his
heavy strong belt, much tighter than I had done during our FaceTime play.
As he tied me, I gaped at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living
room. It wasn't a painting as I had guessed - it was a forest. Behind the
house, the land dropped off considerably with a large grove of old, tall
pines, just a few dozen feet away from the back of the house, and at
least ten feet up or so was where the window started. I realized that if
I wanted to see ground, I'd have to step right up to the window and look
down.
Oh wow, Daddy was right, no one but us....and the owls maybe.
He stepped back in front of me and started taking his clothes off. I was
overcome with lust, watching him, offering my fuckhole mouth to him, held
open wide, pushing out my tongue, I raised my chin, moving my hips,
grinding my ass feeling Daddy's large acrylic plug pushed into me against
the pole, my arms tight behind it now, wrists starting to throb under
Daddy's belt.
Daddy was glowing; though the windows streamed the late afternoon orange-
from-blue winter sunset, but buffered by the trees, long shadows
growing...and Daddy now towering above me, thick strong legs....his shirt
is off, now his shoes, his pants, he's pulling down his boxers, oh god
Daddy yes yes Daddy I love your body, I love your mind, I worship
you...use me, please please don't let it stop please Daddy please I give
it all to you..
His cock was as hard as he was when he pulled my mouth off of it, about
30 seconds ago.
There was nothing more to say.
He took two steps to me and pushed inside me.
My mouth - and my throat - finding their place in the world pleasing him,
unable and unwilling to put up any resistance now, embracing the
submission to him, to lust, to the two jagged pieces of something smashed
or crafted that only fit perfectly together in exactly one direction,
together through pure desire and transgression...
His thick, angry cock filled my mouth, I closed my eyes as he entered my
throat finally. I waited the long drive, and the unbearable month, to
feel him again like this. How many times did I flash back to the hotel,
fantasizing about it happening more and more and ohh Daddy yes fuck my
face, fuck my whore face I thought.
He bottomed out inside me for the first time, pushing his heavy body
against my face, my mouth held open by his beautiful cock, my suppressed
gags echoing in the room over and over...they almost sounded like I was
yelling, 'More...more....more!' as I grew dizzy with lust for him.
Daddy pulled out slowly after about 20 seconds..ohhh the first pop of his
wide head passing back through the entrance of my throat...his cock
solid
and soaked with streaks of sticky spit from deep inside me....I heard him
steady his breathing as his throbbing cock head bobbed just in front of
my open mouth....he had me where he wanted me now, and Daddy was going to
use me, not just in the way I had wanted, but in the way he wanted. I
guess maybe they are the same....
He stepped away and my watery eyes focused again at distance, the forest
was growing dark, still with a darkening orange glow from the very top of
the window but I could't see into the trees much anymore...it's just us
here...
Daddy came back quickly and lifted my chin, I realized that I was just
keeping my mouth open, wet and receptive to him...he had a bottle of
water, room temperature, and he poured me a mouthful.
"You've been working hard, princess, making Daddy happy, and now it's my
turn," he said gently but with a little warning in his voice. I gulped
down a mouthful; he gave me one more drink, then capped the bottle and
placed it down.
He came right back in front of me with his gorgeous huge cock about to
have time of it's life with just one hole, one slut - me. Oh my god yes
Daddy I accept, I accept...I'll take it all...no more doubts...I'm yours
I'm yours.....
I felt one of his strong hands on my head, his palm testing my hair,
gripping it, taking a handful and pulling it then releasing and a bigger
handful...Daddy leaned his other hand against the post, for leverage I
guess..
And he started. Daddy facefucked me, driving his cock inside me over and
over....for a while slowly burying it to the base and grinding into me,
and then a few short pumps halfway down and up...
Sometimes he was pulling out slowly just to thrust back in and others,
with his dripping cock head, teasing it with my throat's entrance pop in,
pop out, pop in, pop out, drawing out my moans of sissy lust and
emotions
for Daddy....
My throat felt stretched and pink, like Daddy's cunt should be...
sometimes he would push all the way down and out again so quickly that my
gag would come when he was already out of my throat and a loud echo of
my
submissive choking would bounce through the room which turned him on so
much... sometimes he'd push halfway in and hold it, then steadily pump me
in.....out...in...out.......he was using me for his pleasure, to prolong
it as long as he wanted to. I loved it.
He gave me a drink of water every 10 minutes or so, I guess, not really
sure to be honest. There was no time anymore, just Daddy, and me, Daddy's
cock and my eager, dripping mouth.
He was throbbing hard now, in that irregular pulsing way that means his
orgasm is right up against the wall and ready to break through....we were
both deep in our sub- and Dom-spaces, tuned into each others breaths and
muscles and movement and minds, and bodies......oh Daddy yes yes please
feed me, do it please, bond me to you Daddy, bond us together, make me
accept my love for you Daddy I need it and your slut is so fucking
hungry, Daddy, I'm so so hungry for you...please please Daddy...
He stepped to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of whisky from one of
the wall cabinets, my eyes glued to him turning my head to follow his
every step, needing him like nothing else I've ever needed before, his
naked body, glistening with sweat from the exertion of using me as I've
only dreamed of so many times, taking what I need to give him...
He came right up to me with his dripping cock and I opened my mouth wider
expecting him to fuck me again, but I felt a hand on my hair gripping it
and he pulled my head back, my mouth open to the ceiling.
I watched him take a drink right from the bottle, the deep caramel liquid
bubbling into Daddy's mouth. Then he leaned over me, just a few inches
from my mouth and, as he tightened his grip on my hair to keep me from
moving, he let it drip into me...oh Daddy...the first sting of the whisky
and Daddy Daddy take me, so dirty and hot and lusty, and always with the
surprises Daddy, pushing me making me say yes yes yes, Daddy always
yes...
He did it twice, and I felt the warmth of the sweet alcohol course
through me quickly, as if my body was saying 'get this booze to where it
has to go, now!' muscles relaxing, my lust coming out to face me and
guide me back to him....and wanting him more, always more....then he
swallowed some for himself and placed the bottle down on the floor next
to me.
He stepped back to me, and caressed my hair with one hand gently.
"You're my precious angel, trisha," he said with more lust than
tenderness...but I knew what he meant..
I moaned out a high squeal of needy sissy lust, coming from somewhere
deep inside me, unable to make words now, my mouth open wide and
empty...so empty.
Daddy fucked me, building to his orgasm, steadily for minute after
minute, long deep rapid pumps into my mouth as we became like some
biomechanical fucking machine, one part taking all the pleasure and the
other receptive in the extreme, lubricated by my deepest spit and desires
and my shame and everything I give up for Daddy.....
I was alternately overwhelmed with the lust and joy of giving in, and
finally finally giving it up to a man, to Daddy, to him, and with the
pain of all my years of repression being fucked out of my sissy head...I
was either yelling 'yes yes yes Daddy!' in my head as he fucked my mouth,
or sobbing, weeping in sadness mourning the wasted years of self-denial,
of pain that I just could not live with - that trisha couldn't live with
anymore.....but those two expressions, they looked the same with my
dripping, foaming mouth stuffed with his meaty cock and tears of dozens
of hard gags streaking my face...
I heard him call out once, "UGHHH!!," louder than I ever heard as he
suddenly gripped my hair tightly with both hands, planting himself
steadily, and thrust into my throat filling me, pumping into me, cum
spilling into my mouth as he pulled out but most poured right inside
me...swallowing, swallowing around him.....filling my emptiness in the
way I had asked for, with what I needed to be free, breaking me, making
me embrace who she is, who I am...
He pulled out so slowly and stepped away from me, leaving his shell of a
slut, his broken toy, her heart and throat bruised but happy...the pain
makes me forget, it makes us stronger.....
I was out of it, shaking slightly, my head forward, tears splashing on
the floor from my eyes, dripping from his whisky-and-lust fueled
finishing inside my throat.
"Thank you Daddy, thank you Daddy," I was repeating to myself, whispering
in a quiet, sobbing daze, when he came back after washing off quickly in
the master bathroom.
He was wearing new boxers and a soft black button down shirt with no
collar, the outline of his strong chest and shoulders visible...I felt
his hands untying my wrists, then his strong arms under my arms, helping
me to my feet, still in the baby pink platforms.
It was so strange; I couldn't look at him.
I wanted to of course, but I felt almost embarrassed at myself...Daddy's
long, deep facefucking had become so emotional, I felt like a bride who
just been deflowered and enjoyed it way too much... after a month of
waiting, and so much contact, texts, pictures, videos sent to him, and
all the work on my body, and Daddy Daddy on my mind every minute...
"Why don't you go put your things away in the bedroom, and put on
something pretty. Take your time, princess". He patted me on my butt, not
for pain but in a familiar way, claiming my body as obviously his
possession. Daddy's order snapped me back to him and out of my fog of
cockwhore lust.
"Yes, D...." ahhhh I choked on the words, coughing as my cheeks blushed,
and he laughed heartily, satisfied with his handiwork, and I hope with
mine too.
I rolled my suitcase into the bedroom, and opened it on the bed....oh wow
look at everything I brought for this trip...'all-girl, all-weekend'
said
Daddy and I was ready, so ready finally. I closed my eyes and tried to
just focus my mind, meditating on the strange calmness that seeped into
me now, standing here in my heels and jeans, my face still damp with my
spit...
We're home, trisha....
Then he stepped in front of me and pushed my back to the vertical beam
I stepped out of the entrance foyer and...oh wow what a view. A big open
floorplan with living room against the far wall of windows just looking
into the forest....from kinda high up...and a fireplace and big sofa
against the opposite wall...oh Daddy.....get the bottle out! I told
myself, no worries this weekend, we're just having fun like the hotel,
but for longer, kinky as fuck and whatever....and ohh I feel so good in
these heels and jeans, and the plug still reminding me every second of
who I give my body too, and the cage and all of it.......
I turned back from looking over the living room to the open kitchen and
strutted to the refrigerator, making a mental note that the here-and-
there fur rugs stop at the steps up to the kitchen area and I gotta be
careful....
Inside was a bottle of Prosecco, with a little card that read:
'D & T, enjoy your weekend at the Falls' in gold script
Oh it's called the Falls? Hmmm...I guess Daddy had been here before.
Wtf is that, some female jealousy? What is going on inside me?
I quickly poured two glasses, thinking I might get one down before Daddy
comes back in, but he was there, with our two suitcases and my duffel
bag.
He had that look in his eyes as he placed the bags against the entrance
wall, focused entirely on me, looking back to me at nearly every second.
And I stared at him, and of course I blinked first remembering the two
glasses of sparkling courage in front of me.. I picked them up and
offered one to Daddy from 20 feet away..
He turned to me and walked straight towards me, steadily and I kept my
arm raised with the glass of Prosecco bubbling away.
He took the glass and we began something, like our own ritual, that we do
to this day. We drank and looked at each other, silently, turning each
other on just by knowing what's coming.
We had done this at the hotel kinda by accident I thought, but then we
did it on FaceTime and now here. I mean we both like to drink a little so
that helps that one of us isn't falling over after a sip.
But I wasn't thinking about all that then; I knew that when we finished
this glass, I am Daddy's. I have waited for the courage to try a fraction
of this experience for a few years, and now I'm in. Wait till I give him
my gift.
"Trisha, help," I thought, don't you freak out now bitch, I thought, he
better do something quick cause this is really intense....
Daddy put his glass down, and then I did just a short gulp later.
"Take off your sweater, princess."
He turned away and went back to his suitcase, rolling it into the what I
would find out is the master bedroom.
I felt kinda naked there with the big picture floor-to-ceiling windows
behind me and only the owls looking in, and only a bra on my top.
"Bra too," he called out from the room, and I took that off too.
He came back in with a velvet pouch around the size of a small purse, and
put it down on the countertop.
"You are amazing baby," he said stepping to me, putting his rough hands
on my newly hairless smooth skin, feeling my curves in the too tight
girls jeans (really girls, you never told us, hehe) and flicking my
piercings. "All this in a month," he said when behind me, starting to
plant strange soft kisses on my ears and cheek and neck...
Is this the feeling that every girl wants? To be felt up by someone you
are falling for hard, and feel trusting and joyful and full of lust at
the same time...
"I want you to wear something for me while we're here. Something
special."
He stepped back a foot or so to pick up the velvet pouch and opened the
drawstring. Out fell a baby pink heavy leather collar, with a brass
padlock, the keys still in it.
He looked at it on the counter, and looked at me. I knew what I had to
do, what's the most obedient thing... I took two little steps closer to
him and picked up the collar, unlocking the lock, handing him the keys
and lock, and pulling the strap from the buckle.
I splayed it open, ready to take me, with both hands raised in front of
me and offered it to him to put on me.
Daddy grinned, the biggest smile I had ever seen on him yet, almost the
biggest ever. He walked to me and let me raise my hair well off my neck
and lower my head for him.
I felt the leather and Daddy's busy fingers, feeling me in such a
vulnerable spot, him over me, protecting me, and using me, and i love it
I need him...
He pulled the strap tight, and I felt it going into the buckle and around
his hands came and he followed with the strap to the locking metal D
ring
that went through it and one of the slits, and he placed the lock there
and locked it and took out the keys.
And I lowered my hair, and raised my head.
We stared at each other.
"I'm yours, Daddy."
"I know you are, princess."
He took my hand and walked me down to the living room, right in front of
the window. It was all trees...I mean what a view...so many and so
private, unless you are a bird in the trees I guess.
so purposefully that I thought he was going to bowl me over like a
linebacker.
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I was scared and quickly put the glasses back down on the counter, and
instinctively raised my arms for protection.
He grabbed them and forced them open, throwing my arms to the side and
wrapping his around my torso, reaching behind me to get a fistful my
hair. He pulled my head back and buried his face in my neck, biting and
tasting me, and devouring me.
I pulled myself into him, my arms wrapped around his big shoulders and
head, being demolished by his lust, being the recipient of it and the one
who unlocks it for his pleasure...I give myself to you Daddy.
I felt deep passionate feminine feelings for him, yes yes of course I
love being his slut and the ride up was us too, but so is this, and this
is in a way harder cause it doesn't feel like a kinky game...it feels
like me, like her
And she needed Daddy. We tore each other's clothes off and I even laughed
maniacally for a few seconds in pure lust and joy and realization that we
were acting like people in love, but fuck also fuck that right now, I
thought..
I'm bout to get fuuuuckked girl...
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