Daddy's Little Whore

“Look at me like you are going to devour me.” I told Daddy so I could get the expression I was looking for. His look stopped me in my tracks. My heart started fluttering making me weak in the knees. I wanted him right then and there. To feel his hand around my throat, his other hand pulling my hair, his lips pressed against mine, and his teeth biting my neck. I wanted him to bend me over his knee with my bare ass exposed as a canvas to his large hand, creating beautiful red marks as he spanks me hard.
“3…2…1.” SNAP I came back to the present, keeping the camera to my eye trying to focus on the task at hand. I told him that I wanted to try again. I look back at the photo on the screen and tell him, “Great job!” I breathe in to hold back my flushed face. Oh, how much I wanted him to fuck me. I think he could sense what I was feeling because he chuckled to himself. Moving on I switched up the pose. With every flash and snap of my shutter I could feel myself getting even more wet. The way the light hit his stomach, the shine of his abs flickering my way, his smile that could stop atomic bombs, the way his suit looked on him. Everything about him was drawing me in; He was the wolf and I was the lamb. But taking photos is what I do and so I stayed professional, swallowed my desire, held back my need, and got the job done.
“I am going to clean up the studio and then we can go!” I explained as I started putting the lens cap on the camera and the transceiver in the cabinet.
“Ok.” He started walking around the lobby taking in the family wall portraits on display.
I turned off the monitors, put the pens away, logged the transactions in the system, turned the lights off, put up the wall barriers, grabbed the camera and started heading into the storage room.
“Oh, what’s in here?” Daddy asked as he followed me in the room. Next thing I know the door slams shut, the lights go out, he pulls my hair and grabs me into him. I set the camera on the floor as his kisses travel all around me. He pulls me back up and shoves me against the wall. I gasp for air as one hand grasped my throat slowing the oxygen. His other hand found its way down my pants to my pussy. And then I start feeling teeth against my neck. The pressure of his teeth biting me, the lack of oxygen, and his fingers teasing my clit drove me wild! I was his prey fighting for survival. I fought for control but he quickly showed me who was in charge. I realized I was not going to win this one as he devoured me. Powerless I yanked my pants down eager to what was to come next. As if waving a white flag knowing surrendering remained best for both sides. He swung me around and I heard the beautiful sound of his belt escape its loops. The sweeping sound only lasted for two seconds. But in that short amount of time I felt myself get wetter, wanting so badly to feel the sting of his belt against my cheeks. He then bent me over his knee and whispered darkly in my ear, “Who is Daddy’s naughty girl?”
“I am, Sir.” I mustered weakly. The sound of his arm against the air sent a rush through me as he lifted his hand. In the dark I couldn’t see but felt connected to all my senses. The bite of his belt greeting my ass was a pain that shook my insides, the shudder turned to moans when Daddy’s belt kissed my cheeks again. Swat after swat the pain disappeared. I found myself getting lost in all the pleasure the aches created.
“Who do you belong to?” Daddy asked. The stinging from his belt was replaced with the pleasure of his fingers inside my pussy. Two fingers venturing their way around, finding my clit and flicking it back and forth playing with his food, enjoying the feast.
“Who do you belong to?” He demanded this time slapping my pussy waking me back into reality.
“I belong to you Daddy.” I made out quietly. We’re in my studio’s storage room and I didn’t want anyone to hear us. We could get caught and I’d be terminated for sure.
“That’s right little girl. You belong to me and only me.” He approved picking me up from off his knee and turned me around to face the wall. With his warm hands, he removed the rest of my clothing leaving me naked and exposed. He caressed my arms sending chills throughout my body. He grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him. His lips met mine sparking the fire within as his tongue travels inside, I feel him tracing me, taking me in. A connection so strong and vulnerable with my only desire to please him. Then his teeth come out to play and bite my neck gently, my hands eagerly find his hardness. The length of him growing as he gets harder and harder. Hungrily I knelt and started unzipping his suit pants to taste him. His hand stopped me from my greed. Frustrated I looked up towards him but in the darkness surrounding me I just hear him laugh.
“Only a good girl gets to taste Daddy’s cock.” His statement sent me through a frenzy of disappointment which got interrupted when he yanked me up off my knees and pushed me against the wall. Placing my hands high above my head and feet spread apart. I jumped at the slap his hand gave my ass. I heard the harmonious tap as his pants hit the floor. He forced his prey’s head against the wall keeping his hand around my hair and my body bent over, I had no place to go. I had no control of anything. I felt so trapped, so confined, and yet so free.
And then it struck me. His hard member entering my wet cervix. I always forget how large he is until it’s too late. He thrusted his cock into my pussy again and again and with each shove he entered deeper inside, breaking through my walls sending a shockwave of pure ecstasy to the point of climax. I came on his cock but he wasn’t finished yet. He stood up, leaving my throbbing pussy empty and lonely for a few seconds. The next thing I know I am on my back. He tossed me onto an ottoman like a toy he wasn’t done playing with yet. His hands grabbed my legs lifting them above my head giving him full access to my virgin. I felt his body on top of mine. The weight of him drove me wild as he kept his control and took what was his. My pussy ached for more. And then one of his hands left my legs and wrapped around my neck.
“You’re my little slut to use as I please.” Daddy growled as he punctured my walls again with his big cock. I moaned through what little breath I had left. “Yes Sir.”
And with that he shoved all of himself inside me, stabbing me with his sword again and again. With each thrust he shoved inside me harder and faster. The pain of his big member felt indescribable as he didn’t stop. It put me through a euphoric frenzy thirsty for more the deeper he entered. I belonged to him and only him. To please and be used at his disposal.
“I am going to cum.” He grunted. Waking me back to reality. He pulled out of me and then I felt it. Hot drippings on my face like looking up in a steaming shower. The rain of his sweet nectar landed in my mouth and I swallowed it greedily wanting more.
“Get your clothes on and do not wipe your face off until you get home.” Daddy demanded.
I did as I was told bringing me back to the state of reality. I turned the lights on and we heard voices nearby.
“Shit! Good timing!” We laughed and I put my clothes on as fast as I could and gathered up my purse. He looked at me with fulfillment in his eyes.
“You are Daddy’s little whore.” And with that he stole a short kiss.
Anxious and on edge, I slowly opened the storage door and peaked out to see if the coast was clear. And then I felt something wet drip off my face. Daddy told me I could not wipe his cum until I got home. He smiled at me with a devilish grin. Those big brown eyes full of satisfaction. I had to walk out of the busy store with his cum on my face.
“Fuck..” I muttered and together we walked out of the storage room that now held a dirty little secret. I looked around the hall and was relieved to see it was desolate. I turned back and saw Daddy right behind me, I looked up to him smiling down at me. I turned my head back down and kept walking thinking what the hell am I doing? But I was his slut and he wanted me to keep him on my face, and I ached to please him. He owns me and I must obey him.
The cool air felt pleasurable around my cheeks as it left its markings on me from the wet residue on my face. I felt it dripping from my hair down to my chin. His ownership claiming all its territory, slowly making its way down; soon to hit every pore in my being.  We walked passed the salon, passed the men’s clothing, and up to the registers where there were people. “Oh shit, shit, shit….do not look at me. Do not say anything to me. Just keep walking.” I thought to myself, embarrassed but turned on all at the same time. The rush I felt of the slutty act I committed kept me going. I saw the customers waiting in line to pay for their items. One older man with a red jacket on looked my way. We locked eyes for a second before I broke contact and kept my head down. I wanted him to see the ownership on my face. To share with all who I belonged to. But, I also did not want to suffer the ramifications.
“Goodnight!” Said the sales associate, a young blonde woman who was always super cheerful. Little did she know what activity just took place and that she was wishing a slut well.
“Goodnight.” My Daddy and I said in unison. I did not even look up to see her face. I had to keep going. I clutched the door and swung it open with a speeding record. I turned around to hold the door open for him and paused there while he made his way. I was feeling impatient as he seemed to slowly make his exit through the door.
“Why are you running?” He teased in a serious manner.
“I am not running...” I started to say and smiled back up at him.
I felt warm vibrations from him as he kept his smile at me and we exited the store.
When we got to his car I blurted, “I can’t believe I just did that! How much cum do I have on my face?”
“Enough.” He snickered. I grabbed my phone out to see what that meant and holy shit….the lighting was dark but I saw the load on my face and anyone that really caught a good glimpse of me would have seen how much of a slut I really was. I took a selfie feeling accomplished and wanting to save the memory for years down the road.
“Daddy is proud of his little slut.” He expressed genuinely to me.
“Thank you Daddy!” I exclaimed.
“Pleased to have made you proud.” And with that he kissed me in a way I wished we were alone in that storage room just moments before.