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shikinah -> Good Morning Daddy (10/22/2013 8:06:18 PM)
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You open your eyes and I am not there. Your immediate thought is "Where is this bitch?" But within seconds of that thought you feel my presence near your feet. I am curled up in a fetal position with your cock in my mouth like a pacifier. A slight smile of pride comes to your face and your reaction is now, “Ah, there’s my girl,” you say to yourself. You reach down and begin to stroke my hair to let me know you are awake. After about three strokes my eyes open and I immediately begin to suck.
I was becoming needier of you. Not just your time and attention but feeding off of you. You were like a nursing mother for me. Always wanting your cock in my mouth and feeding off your seed. But this was not the time to think about that. You would reap would you sowed at this moment. I am so child-like with you. You love my dependency, but you also know there is a grown-ass woman in there that doesn’t need you.
I continue sucking and before long all your morning build-up has risen to the top and released to me. Filling my mouth and now my belly. Never missing a stride or drip. I take it all in. You are well pleased. I slowly draw back off your cock, look up at you and smile. You look down at me, stroking my hair, smiling back and say, “Good morning my pet.” You motion for me to come up to you. You kiss me on the forehead and I lay my head on your chest. I take you all in. Your scent, your feel, your breathing pattern because I know it won’t be long before you move and are gone for the day. I am clingy, gently rubbing your chest, with my one leg draped over your legs. As soon as I sink in you move my hand off your chest, and get up without a word.
I watch you walk away to the shower and before long you disappear into the bathroom and I hear the shower going. I want to stay in bed and imagine you will come back and bring me to an orgasm, but there is no chance of that. I have been on orgasm denial for over five days now because of bad behavior. I got mouthy with you over a discussion we were having and would not stand down. You refuse to argue with me and decided to teach me a lesson. You would eat my pussy and not allow me to cum. You would fuck me and not allow me to cum. It has been torture. I would beg you and your answer was always the same, “No bitch! You will learn.” I start to touch myself and think maybe I can bring myself to orgasm before you come out of the shower, but at that moment I hear the shower stop. I jump up, grab my robe and head to the kitchen to make your coffee.
I return to the bedroom with coffee in hand, you are waiting, expecting me. I place the mug in your hand with my eyes cast down, “Thank you,” you say. You set it down, tell me to look up and when I do you grab me by the neck. “I know you touched yourself, and I know what you were thinking.” you say.
“What the fuck?” I think to myself. “What is he? A mind reader?”
“I know you my pet. You are wantonly little slut and I know very well what you crave.” I close my eyes when you say that which is true. I am your wanton little slut. My appetite has grown for you to spank, fuck and take as you please. You have done a good job training and molding me into my authentic self.
“I will take your orgasm tonight.” you state in a stern voice.
With your hands still around my neck I smile and respond, “Thank you Sir!” That taking may not be pleasurable for me, but nonetheless, I will find release at your hands. You gaze into my eyes for five more seconds then kiss me. First gentle pecks, then opening my mouth to yours while sliding in your tongue. I can taste the minty mouthwash. My tongue meets yours desperately seeking refuge. Releasing my neck slowly, you caress my face then you step back. I know that look. It is intoxicating and tells me everything I need to know.
“Be prepared when I return tonight.” Is all you say and you leave for the day.
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