Hunger

“Daddy, it’s starting to hurt. Please let me cum!” I begged.

Daddy placed his right hand around my chin and caressed my quivering bottom lip with his thumb.

“Spank your clit, baby girl,” he said, grinning.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. I began to tap my clit, both with my palm and my fingers.

He slipped his cock back into my mouth and took my hair with both hands this time, and started to thrust.

“Keep tapping your clit for me. If you feel the need to cum, stop tapping and squeeze my thigh. Squeeze my thigh now to show me that you understand,” he said.

I squeezed his left thigh in response.

“Good girl. Tap away, baby,” he said, thrusting faster now, hitting the back of my throat each time.

I tapped my clit in time with his thrusting, but soon needed more. I wanted to cum for Daddy. A wet mess was building inside of me and I wanted to show Daddy how good I was. My clit was throbbing to cum and each tap elicited more wetness on my sloppy, wet fingers. My mouth tightened around his cock as the need began to build.

“I am going to fill your mouth before you can cum, baby girl. Keep your mouth open and suck on me just like that. I promise it will be worth it,” he groaned.

Tears began to well in my eyes again as I whimpered around his cock, displaying my extreme frustration.

Daddy’s eyes went dark as I moaned and whimpered with his cock in my mouth. He gripped my hair tight and fucked my mouth, balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I loved the way his cock filled my mouth, and eagerly awaited for him to empty his cum down my throat. My focus turned from my own frustration to Daddy’s cock fucking my mouth.

I lost track of my tapping – I think I started to tap even faster as I looked into his eyes. When he smiled down at me, I knew I was pleasing him, and I moaned deeply around his shaft. His breathing quickened and he moaned loudly. I moved my left hand from his thigh to his balls and squeezed them. He groaned and pushed deeper into my throat. I tugged them lightly, looking up at his face, tears running down my cheeks. Daddy groaned again, then threw his head back, and I knew he was about to cum.

I pushed my head down to the base of his shaft and as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat once more, his cock swelled and throbbed, then the first jet of cum shot into my throat. Daddy groaned again and his body shuddered as his cock spewed strands of cum over and over. The grip in my hair loosened as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock and he slowly pulled himself from my mouth. When he pulled out completely he smeared the tip over my lips, letting me clean off everything left behind. Cum dribbled from my mouth and I licked it up greedily.

Daddy took a deep breath before taking my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

“Lay back now, and cum for me,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said and lowered myself onto my back.

He lay between my parted legs, compressing one beneath him, and gripped my other thigh to hold my leg wide and still against the bed. My pussy opened: exposed, aching, and in desperate need. The pale skin of my labia had turned dark pink. I was swollen, and so wet. My clit bulged and throbbed as anticipation reached its peak. Daddy lowered himself between my legs and breathed in my scent, then exhaled slowly, blowing on the hood. My nails clawed at the sheet beneath me, longing for his hands and mouth.

Sensing the intensity of my hunger, Daddy pressed his tongue flat against my clit. I thrashed my hips but was unable to move beneath his restraint. I felt my warm juices flow out of me and on his tongue. He moaned in response and lapped at my wetness like a dog drinking water on a hot summer day.

“Daddy! Fuck! It feels so good!” I shouted.

My voice wavered and my eyes began to roll back into my head, as he continued to furiously lick my swollen, slippery clit.

“Cum for me, baby. You’ve been such a good girl. Cum for Daddy.”

The urge was uncontrollable. My first orgasm surged through me, seizing my muscles. I began to convulse as the waves crashed over me. I reached for him to steady myself and grabbed two handfuls of hair to hang onto while riding through the intensity of my orgasm. I attempted to kick my legs as his tongue continued its dance over my sensitive bud but I only made him use more of his weight to restrain me.

The final rush of my orgasm washed over me, only to find another following close behind. Daddy buried his tongue into my pussy and lashed wildly into every intricacy of my walls.

“Ooohhh Daddy, I am going to cum again!” I cried.

I gripped his hair and pressed his face hard into me. I wanted to clench my legs closed so badly, but he held them open, leaving me vulnerable to all the sensations rippling through my body. I started to quiver as the need to cum became stronger and stronger, until I could not take it any longer. I released the grip in Daddy’s hair and began to shake throughout my body. My moans turned into howls and my cunt poured like a fountain onto Daddy’s face and into his mouth.

“Daddy! Oh fuck! It won’t stop!” I shouted, trying so hard to wriggle from his grip.

I could not come down from my orgasm. It peaked once, then tapered, and peaked again, only harder, than tapered once more. I lost complete control of my faculties and lay there, limp, feeling the waves wash over me as I surrendered to my euphoric state.

When my orgasm finally subsided, Daddy raised his head and grinned.

“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked.

I could not speak. I moaned in response, which caused him to chuckle. He loosened his grip on my leg and rolled off of the other so I could move again, not that I was planning on moving anytime soon.

Daddy raised himself to his knees and was stroking his once again hardening cock.

“Turn over, baby. Daddy wants to play with all of his slut’s holes this morning,” he said.

Slowly, I maneuvered myself on my stomach. I could barely hold myself up, but the thought that he was already hard again was enough to keep me conscious. I pointed my ass in the air and propped myself on my elbows and looked back at him.

“Daddy?” I asked.

“Yes, baby girl?” he replied.

“I’m still hungry,” I answered.