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by Tasia Winters


  I never wanted to let her go; wanted to hold her pretty little face on me until I passed out.

  She was mine.

  MINE.

  She loved it. She loved the way I used her.

  Her mouth was open as I came on her, screaming. She drank my juice while she came, mewling and begging.

  She cried my name.

  Domingo's cock like a force of nature inside of her pretty pink pussy. I know he was coming too, crying out as his cock spasmed and filled her with his white heat. I didn't have eyes for him, though. I stroked my pretty girl’s hair as she trembled and cooed. Tremors ran along her body, and she laughed. Her face was dripping from me, and she looked into my eyes.

  Her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.

  2

  Kira was bubbly and all snuggles and giggles on the way back to the house. We sat in the backseat, and she rested her head on my lap while I stroked her hair. Michal had treated us with the same level of courtesy as always- as if I hadn’t made my pretty girl service him only hours before. As we rode home, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “I’ll need your help in the morning, pet.”

  Kira looked up at me, sleepily. “Whatever you need, Mistress.” She had that sweet submissive look in her eye. It was hard not to smile. She had spent her evening being spanked and fucked to her edge, and here she was making it clear that tomorrow was on the menu as well.

  “No pet. I have a session with Master Victor in the morning.” I smiled at her. “I have an idea for Daddy, and I’ll need your help.”

  She grinned wickedly at me, and I laughed again.

  “No, sweetling. Nothing like that. I just need some help getting ready.” I traced a finger down her back and she sighed, nuzzling into my lap.

  I took her straight to bed when we got home. My girl had been through a long day, and I knew I would need my rest for the morning.

  Master Victor always demanded that I be at my best.

  It was 7:30 in the morning when Kira and I slipped into his room. Master Victor had met Domingo at his gym for a workout. I knew that was only part of it, however. My Daddy would ask Domingo about yesterday, testing him to see what he was made of. Typically, my Daddy was very careful of whom he did business with, and he was being extra cautious just now. Recent experiences had not all been good ones.

  “Unpack for me, would you, sweetling?” I tossed the small bag to Kira.

  She smiled sleepily at me, and went through my bag while I undressed.

  “This is a lot of rope.”

  I grinned at her. “It occurs to me that you are rarely the one doing the tying, sweetling. I thought we should get some practice.” I lay back on Master Victor’s bed and winked at her. “You’d best get to work.”

  It didn’t take my girl as long as I had feared to tie me exactly as I needed her to. She finished the job, gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and then left me, exactly as I had instructed her. I was surprised at how quickly she picked it up.

  As a result, I had to lie there and wait longer than I had expected for my Daddy. When he finally walked in, a wicked smile spread across his face.

  “Looks as if someone has left me a present.” I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide and innocent. It was, truly, the only way I could communicate with him.

  Kira had tied my arms together in front of me, and then tied them to my legs. I was completely bound and helpless, unable to even squirm. A pretty pink ball-gag was in my mouth, so I couldn’t even speak. I gazed longingly at him, trying to seem as coquettish and innocent as I could.

  Daddy walked around the bed. I could feel his eyes on me, devouring me. “A very pretty present it is too. Wrapped up well.” He trailed a finger along my ass cheek, and then dipped it briefly between my legs. He toyed with my sweet nub. I moaned around my gag. He chuckled darkly.

  “I suppose it’s my gift, to do with as I will. I’ll unwrap it later. Maybe tomorrow.”

  My wordless mewling was pathetic.

  “What’s that?” He walked around to the front of the bed, meeting my eyes. “You want me to open my present now?”

  I nodded at him, keeping my wide, wet eyes on him.

  He kneeled. His face was inches from mine. “I’m a very busy man. If I unwrap my present now, I’ll probably end up spending the day making her scream. I will fuck every hole she has. I will spank her and torture her pretty nipples.” His grin was wolfish. “Is that what you want?”

  I closed my eyes, just for the briefest of moments.

  God above, it was. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted it every day, for the rest of my life.

  I looked up at my Daddy, my eyes wide, and nodded.

  “Good girl.”

  3

  Master Victor had helped me push myself upwards so my ass was in the air. My legs were still tied together, and my arms were to the sides of them. Carefully, he put a pillow underneath my face so I was positioned well.

  Then, he undid the ball gag.

  “I like the way you look in a gag, sweet one. But I enjoy using your wet little mouth more.” He smiled. “Plus, if you have a gag in, I can’t listen to you beg, can I?”

  I whimpered my voice low. “No, Daddy.” I gave my lips the slightest pout. I looked up at him, keeping my eyes wide.

  He smiled. “That’s a good girl.”

  Master Victor unzipped his pants.

  I can’t describe how wet I always got just at the sight of his thick cock. He kept himself shaved, and was always smooth and clean. It wasn’t just his cock; it was also a weapon he wielded. A weapon he used to fuck me senseless. I felt myself dripping.

  “Thank you Master Victor.” It was all I had time to say before he took my mouth.

  He was salty-sweet. He fucked my throat savagely, like a storm. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything else but his cock.

  I didn’t care. This was bliss. This was what I had been born to do.

  He groaned softly. “Such a sweet bitch.” He buried his fingers in my hair, holding me so I had no power, no control. Tears and mascara spilled onto my cheeks, and my nose ran.

  Time drifted as Master Victor fucked my throat. I was a toy, a doll. My body belonged to him. I saw stars and visions due to lack of air. I sucked on him like a starved woman; like his cock was the last thing I would ever get in my mouth. Silently, I begged for his come. I wanted his salt to shoot in my mouth, wanted his white heat to spray all across my face.

  I wasn't even a person. I was simply something for him to fuck. He pounded himself into my throat, and my mascara ran down my face. I sobbed and sucked and gasped. I lost track of time, of breath, of pain. All that mattered was him. Him in my mouth. Him fucking my face, sighing, moaning, and telling me what a good little whore I was.

  Suddenly, he pulled out. Even as I gasped for air, I whimpered, bereft at the loss of him.

  “Please.” My throat was raw. I didn’t care.

  “Please what, little present?”

  “Please use me, Daddy.” My eyes brimmed with tears. “Please teach me. Please show me what my pussy is for.”

  “Are you ready for me to use your pussy, little toy?” He pushed his cock towards my mouth, and I gingerly licked him.

  “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.”

  Then he pulled away. Slowly, inexorably, he leaned down, so our faces were inches apart. I knew he could smell me on my breath.

  "You're a good girl." He leaned forward, kissing me. His other hand wrapped around my throat. Slowly, he squeezed, as his tongue pushed its way in my mouth. I whimpered.

  "You are right, of course. You belong to me, and I will toy with you however I please." He released my throat. "I’m going to untie you. I need you to be able to move so that you can show Daddy how a good little girl worships cock."

  His eyes were steel blue. I felt like I could look into them forever. My voice was a whisper. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.”

  He smiled.

  Once I was untied and my muscles stretc
hed, Daddy put me on my knees. The thick carpet was luxurious, and he walked around me, like a bird of prey.

  “What a sweet little bitch.” His voice was smooth like wine in summer, dark like a hunter in the night. Just the look in his eyes made me wet.

  My legs were spread, and I was sliding a finger over my slickness, looking up at his naked cock. My lips were parted, my words breathy gasps.

  "I want to suck on it, Daddy. I want to devour your cock." I was panting the words. Pleasure tore through me as my fingers danced over my pink nub. Already my desire was trickling onto the carpet. I didn't care; I needed him to fuck me.

  "Why should I let you suck me, little ‘Tasia? Do you think you deserve my cock in your mouth?"

  I rubbed faster. The scent of lust washed over me. "No, Daddy." I pouted. "I don't deserve your cock. But I need it. I need you to fuck my pretty mouth." I looked down, biting my lip. “But my wet pussy would be better, Daddy. I don’t care. I just need you inside me.”

  Master Victor chuckled. "What a good girl." He walked behind me, and pushed me forward. “Let’s put your forehead on the floor, little one. You can still play with your pussy; I just want to see your ass in the air.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I leaned forward, my ass in the air. I loved the smell of my musk in his room, loved the sounds I made when I rubbed myself for him. I moaned softly.

  He slapped my ass with his open hand. HARD. I whimpered again, and then I felt his cock nuzzle its way between my pussy lips. His fingers wrapped around my narrow waist, and he found my clit. His fingers started to dance, and I moaned.

  Oh. Oh, God.

  He was fucking me.

  He buried himself with one swift thrust, and I shrieked from the suddenness. “YES. Daddy, Thank you. Thank you...”

  Master Victor pulled my arms behind my back, holding me there, impaled on his thick cock. Slowly, powerfully, he began to take my wet pussy, holding me so there was no way I could get away. Thunder and sweet red pleasure tore through me.

  He chuckled, seeming to enjoy my whimpers.

  No matter how many times it happens to me, I don't think I'll ever get used to being fucked while being completely helpless. It’s an amazing turn on. I felt my salty water running down the insides of my thighs; I was so wet for him.

  Master Victor pulled me onto his shaft, murmuring obscenities the entire time. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto him. He felt huge, stretching my tightness as he fucked me. Still, his fingers danced, and I spasmed and trembled.

  I loved it.

  His voice was rough. "That's a good girl. You love being my sweet little girl, don’t you?"

  “Yes. Fuck yes Daddy. I love letting you use me.” I moaned and sighed as he plunged himself deeper and deeper inside me. It was as if my insides melted at his touch, and he played me like a musician. My whimpers were in no way feigned. I cannot even write the sounds that came from me; sobbing, begging, pleading.

  My body was his.

  "That's a good little bitch." His voice was strained, and rumbling. "That's exactly what you are for, isn't it?"

  "Yes, Daddy." My voice was strained. "This is what I am for."

  He relaxed his work on my clit, and buried a hand in my hair. Within moments, his thrusts were practically lifting me off the bed. I leaned my head onto the pillow, arching my ass as far towards him as I could. Soon, he was steadily thrusting again, his cock like a hammer in my body. I was mewling and drooling into the pillow.

  “Daddy... please....” It was obvious that I was going to come from his cock alone. He understood exactly what I was saying.

  “No, little toy.”

  Then, he began spanking me. No warning, no word. His huge hand slapped my pretty ass while the other one held my hair. I squirmed and cried at the sudden fire on my ass.

  "I didn't say you could come. You didn't ask."

  My voice was all whimpers and whines. "Yes, Daddy. My come belongs to you. Please fuck your bitch Daddy. Please teach your toy how to take care of her Daddy's cock."

  “You don’t come until I say. You know that.”

  "Yes, Daddy." I moaned, feeling his hardness push into me. God, he felt so good. His cock was wonderful. He belonged here, buried inside me. I began to rock back and forth, my black hair running in rivulets around my face. I smiled and gasped as he fucked me, his cock igniting trails of fire everywhere he touched me.

  He was like a machine. His hands were back on my hips, and he was thrusting into me, his head rolled back. His cock was slamming into me, striking so fiercely it hurt.

  I didn’t care.

  “Yes. Yes, Daddy, yes.”

  These were the times I loved. He no longer even focused on me. My Daddy was enjoying my body, using me. He was taking his pleasure from me, and I was servicing him.

  This is what I was for.

  "Please, Daddy." My voice was a hoarse whisper. "Please come inside your baby girl. Please show me where your come belongs."

  He groaned his voice low and ragged. "I will, you little bitch. Rub yourself while you service my cock. I want to watch you come like the little slut you are."

  I gasped. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." I began to whine as I felt myself convulse.

  "Oh... oh, Daddy. God. Your cock is amazing." My fingers were flying. I began to whimper and moan as he thrust up into me. I felt him start to pulse.

  "Fuck. Oh FUCK. ‘Tasia, you are such a good little fuck."

  "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." My words were little more than high pitched mewling. I bit my lip, thinking I should stop talking.

  But oh, fuck, I couldn't.

  "Daddy, please. I'm your whore, Daddy. Please use my pussy. Please use your wet little hole."

  He moaned, long and low. His cock twitched inside me again, and I felt the tremors start deep within me.

  Oh, God. I wasn't going to be able to stop.

  "Please Daddy. Oh... oh, fuck. Please. I need to come on your cock, Daddy."

  It was like a storm in my body. It was like lightning. It was the song of angels and demons and things lost in time.

  "I didn't say you could come, bitch." He paused. “Beg me.”

  "I'm begging, Daddy. Please, give me your cock. Oh, fuck... fuck me. Teach your little bitch what her pussy is for."

  He grinned at me and started thrusting again.

  "Oh, Daddy. Oh... fuck your baby girl, Daddy."

  "Come, baby girl. Come like Daddy's good little girl."

  I wailed. His cock was like thunder inside me. I was coming for my Daddy. While he fucked me and held my hair, I was coming on his cock.

  I wailed. Salty water gushed from me as tremors ran up and down my body. I soaked him. My pussy squirted all over my Daddy while he thrust inside me.

  It seemed as if it would never stop. My body convulsed madly. Just when I thought it was over, his fingers found my clit again. I thought I would be too sensitive, but he was relentless.

  I screamed. I saw stars. I whispered secrets and forgotten memories.

  Breathe.

  I was covered in sweat and come and the smell of my Daddy. I couldn’t stop giggling.

  Breathe.

  "Thank you, Daddy." I was hoarse from screaming. I slowed my hips as he looked at me, his features soft.

  He held me with his eyes, as if he was a raptor and I was his prey. I drank in his handsome face, his sharp features. He reached out with a hand and caressed my chin, and I sucked on his finger.

  Wonderful, wonderful man.

  Then, he began fucking me again. He was fierce, pulling me onto his cock so forcefully that I couldn't help but moan in a great, staccato gasp. He devoured me with his eyes, his gaze roving over my beautiful tits, my red mouth, and the strands of night-black hair that hung around my face.

  Then, it was time. I was lost in his fucking. I didn’t care for anything except his cock. I forgot my own name. All that mattered was his pleasure.

  Now.

  With a long, wordless moan, my Daddy came inside me. He fille
d me with his white-hot come, with his thunder, with his strength. I felt him fill me, felt his wetness inside me as I still softly pulsed around him. He clenched my hair, he spanked my ass. I whimpered and moaned, begging him wordlessly with my body.

  "Yes. Yes, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you for making me your bitch."

  He smiled. I moved, and he lay down. I fell onto his chest, and he held me gently. My fingers traced their way through the hair on his chest.

  He smelled like happiness, like home. He smelled like everything I had ever wanted.

  “Are you ready for Tijuana, little pet?”

  I looked up at him, my December blue eyes meeting his eyes of summer sky. I was lost in his gaze.

  “Yes, Daddy. I will go anywhere with you. I will do anything.”

  Ever after.

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