Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

“You can’t tell, either.” Her lips curve into a sultry smile. “It’s our secret now, Daddy. Together.”

It’s all I can take. The muscles in my back knot. My balls tighten and jerk. The sweet look on her face ruins me, fucking ruins me, and my cum waits no more.

It surges up my shaft, pulsing out of me, filling her sweet wet cunt until it’s dripping out onto the bedding below. The force of my orgasm makes the room spin and my vision blur, but I don’t stop.

I keep moving in and out, my cum, her wet arousal and virgin blood churning together as my climax pulses through me in waves.

I’ve never cum so hard or so long. My liquid love fills her to the brim and my throat is raw from my own grunts and growls. The pleasure I feel in this moment is like the cherry high people describe from their first hit of heroin.

The only difference is, I know this is going to get better and better. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing this high, I know it. Her pussy has wrecked me.

She squirms under me, her eyes wide. I know how savage I must look.

I feel savage.

“This has been my dream for as long as I can remember. Why didn’t I find you earlier? I guess I couldn’t. Because up until not long ago, you were jailbait.”

I pull her legs down, easing out of her, then I shift myself over her body, straddling her, gliding forward.

“I’m going to reward you now for being so good.”

My heavy ball sack runs a path over her belly, up her chest until I straddle her neck and stroke her flushed cheeks. My balls look at home hanging over her face.

My little angel parts her sweet lips and flicks her tongue over the tight skin.

“Suck me clean,” I hiss.

My cum, her virgin blood, her sweet nectar all together for my love to taste.

She angles her head, her eyes unflinching, focused on my cock and balls. She doesn’t hesitate. My sweet dirty girl laps at my ball sack then a moment later, I stuff them into her mouth. They’re fucking big and she moans, coughing, her eyes watering.

I pull them out and bend over, my weight resting on my hands as I push my cock over her face.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth now, baby. But, you have to catch my cock first. No hands…mouth only.”

I watch as eagerness lights her eyes. She fights to trap my cock in her mouth as her hands clutch at the outsides of my thighs. I shift my hips, making her struggle, her tongue out, lips wide as she chases my dick around her face.

“Keep going. You catch it and it’s yours to suck.”

She fights for a long moment while I slap my shaft on her cheek, her neck, her nose.

“Please…” she whimpers as I toy with her. “You’re going to poke my eye out with that thing.”

I grip the base and slap her pink cheeks with it, back and forth, hard, as her mouth seeks its prize, playing a cruel game of monkey in the middle with her lapping tongue.

“You like getting your face slapped with my cock, baby?”

“Uh huh,” she mutters as I bring the hard length down onto her cheeks again and again.

Tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes, drifting down in tiny clear rivers into her dark hair and I take mercy on her. Holding the tip to her mouth, I push it between her eager lips, listening to her satisfied moan.

The first hard consuming snugness of her mouth wrapped around my shaft makes me spasm. I clench my muscles and fuck her face. My cock head smacks the back of her throat, the gagging sound muffled under my body as my balls bounce off her chin.

But she doesn’t stop. She knows how to lick me clean. A few minutes later, I give her some relief, drawing back, allowing her a long, slow breath as she smiles up at me.

“Welcome home, Daddy,” she mewls like a temptress, then takes me back into her mouth, her tongue working in circles just under the tip, her lips tight, the suction strong as I bump up on another massive climax.

I groan as another release rocks my body, spurt after spurt of my warm sticky seed filling her mouth. Watching her swallow is like arriving in paradise.

“One more hole to go, sweet little one, and all of you will be mine.”

Chapter 16

Chastity

Diary Entry Now at My Desk

Dear Diary,

What a week. It’s better than I imagined.

Daddy is sweet, and loving and hard and demanding. I feel myself changing every day we are together.

I stand taller. Don’t let people walk over me because I know he has my back. He moved all my stuff into his apartment as well. Let me put out anything I wanted wherever I wanted. I have to admit, living in his place is way more fun. We’ve been baking together too. He likes me naked when we do and it’s sort of fun. I wear a little apron and put on a show.