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If
I get some positive feedback I will post some more on this next week. Still
looking for Misty, either on line or in real life.
"Daddy, Daddy?" Misty cuddled
up to me in our bed. It was about a week after we went to the county courthouse
and made it official. She was my girl now and I
intended to take advantage of that every single day.
It was early morning. We were still
getting used to each other, exploring how it was going to work out. I didn’t
truly expect her to play the part of a young girl all the time and we had come
to have had several conversations of a more adult nature. That was just fine
with me. I hoped to mold her and also to find in her a real partner.
“Hey Darling,” I kissed her bruised lips.
We had indulged in a violent missionary fuck before going to sleep and her lips
were swollen and you could see she had cried a little while going to sleep.
“How’s my baby pussy this morning?” I was truly concerned she would be okay.
“Oh Daddy,” she pouted for me and her
hand found my morning Hard-on. “I am fine and ready for whatever the day may
bring. Daddy,” “Yes?” “I know it’s your birthday,” she pulled her hair out of
her eyes. They glistened and she nuzzled me a little. “How do you know that?” I
asked, mildly surprised. I usually just forgot about the date; after your youth
it is just a marker.
“It was on the form we filled out, Daddy.
You remember.” She rubbed my Boy, very sweetly, and licked her lips. “I
wanna give you something for your
birthday you have never had.” “Oh really?” I lay on my back, “I have been
sucked in the morning before, and by you, I might add.”
She got up on one elbow. “I want to take
your piss. I want to give you my mouth as a receptacle for everything your
precious Cock, my Lord and my Master,
produces.”
I looked at her and smiled. It wasn’t
really something I had ever imagined doing, but I was gratified by her devotion
to me and to that part of me that keeps me alive. I nodded my head, “Yes,
little one. I will piss in your mouth, but you must swallow it all so there is
no mess. I will go slow.”
Misty’s beautiful smile was like a light
turning on. She blinked and licked her lips and moved down the bed. She brought
my Penis to her mouth and took it in. Her tongue moved over it and I said,
“Wait baby girl, you can’t flick it until I get it going.” I relaxed my
bladder, and full as it always is in the morning, I started to spurt my urine
into her mouth. I held her face between my hands and let a little at time go
into her mouth. She grimaced and I could tell it was not exactly the nectar of the gods for
her, “Do you want to stop?” I asked her.
She shook her head violently, NO.
I pissed in her mouth for a very long
time, going slowly and just reveling in being worshiped. When the piss was gone
she started tonguing me, and her hands took my scrotum and played like feathers
over my testicles and my perineum. I could feel the sap rise in the stem and
started fucking her mouth, driving my Cock deep down her throat and holding Him
there so that she started to gag, then pulling Him back and giving her a few
seconds to recover, then doing it again.
When I came it felt like twenty or thirty
ropes of semen flew down her throat but it was probably only a dozen. I just
lost track as the sensation of coming waved over me over and over again.
It was looking like a wonderful birthday
and I hadn’t even remembered the day.
I gathered her in my arms, “We will do
some beautiful acts today, my lolita-girl. If you are willing I will give you
some marvelous pain, make you cry, and make you come.”
“Yes My Daddy! Hurt me so very bad. Make your
Boy big and mean and I will cover Him with my tears. I know the more you hurt
me the bigger He gets, so I want you to hurt me until He is as big as a
baseball bat. Then,” She batted those eyes at me, “then I want you to fuck my
ass for a long long time, until I am too weak to walk and there is blood.” She
kissed me deep, lots of tongue, “Happy Birthday my Wonderful Cruel Daddy.”
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