Here in the U.S., it’s Tax Day. Let’s all celebrate by reading a dirty story! Apply your own agony/angst/frustration metaphors as necessary. —D.R.
"Hold on, babygirl, I know you can do it," he said. His face was red but his voice was even and calm. Eerily calm.
He gripped my legs tightly while he pumped his hips, thrusting his thick cock inside me, inside my aching and wet pussy.
I bit my lip. I breathed out forcefully. Repeat. Repeat. Think calm thoughts, I told myself. Don’t let your body take over the way it wants to.
I wasn’t allowed to cum that night. No orgasms at all, not even if I begged.
He watched my face with his steely eyes. With each groan, with each stroke that caused me grief and frustration, I swore I felt him get harder.
I felt the familiar tingle and knew that I was moments away from cumming. I hadn’t cum in days now. I was aching to cum. My pussy was desperate to cum. My Daddy the sadist knew this.
It all started with a lazy afternoon on a hot day and I walking around in a sundress for no other reason than to keep cool.
"Take off your clothes," he told me nonchalantly. I’d just walked in the room and wanted the attention even though I knew it would lead to frustration.
"Lie down and hold your legs up," he told me. I dropped onto the bed and held my legs.
He inspected me and teased my pussy. He must have seen how wet I was, how much my body ached for an orgasm.
He ran his fingers lightly over my pussy as he talked, spreading the wetness, occasionally hitting my clit. Every time he did, I jumped and gripped my legs for dear life.
"I’m going to fuck you today because I need to cum, babygirl," he said. His fingers didn’t stop the agonizing stroking.
I groaned in protest.
"But Daddy! I need to cum, too," I said. Stroke, stroke, stroke he continued.
"No you don’t, babygirl. Your orgasms belong to me, now. You only get to have them when I say so. Understand? If you don’t, perhaps we could reinforce the rules a bit more. Perhaps, say, another month without an orgasm might drill that in?"
He did not stop stroking. I moaned loudly.
"No need, Daddy. I understand," I said, breathing loudly, trying to calm this ache he caused between my legs.
"Tonight is about my pleasure. Understand?" he asked. I shook my head.
Then he was inside me, pleasing himself with every stroke. He fucked me hard and fast. I knew his stroke was to please himself, but it felt good inside my denied pussy.
He stopped, held for a moment, and stroked slowly. I moaned in protest.
"Please don’t, Daddy,"
He stopped again and put his finger on my clit, circling it slowly.
I screeched and felt a tear run out of my eye. I could barely form words but managed to squeak out a “Please, Daddy…”
He stopped and continued fucking me. I could feel his urgency building and knew he was close to cumming. And then he was there, shooting his seed deep inside me, inside my aching cunt. I screamed in relief.
He pulled out and, as I am required to do, I licked his cock clean. When I was done, I spread my thighs wide and breathed heavily, wanting so much to calm myself, to calm this need that possessed me.
Daddy put his arms around me and held me tightly. He kissed my neck.
I love it when he does that.
"I’m so proud of you, babygirl. So proud."