Reminiscence : BDSM Daddy's Little Slut

Daddy's little slut was kneeling on the floor fully clothed looking up at him while he stroked his cock.

"Stand up," he ordered and she stood hands at her sides, waiting for more directions with a glazed look in her eye.

"Take your clothes off," She did, shirt and bra coming off easily, pants following soon after.

"We don't need that on." He said and snapped the elastic of her panties. She blushed and took those off as well. Turning around she kneeled between his thighs once again.

"You want this big fat cock slut?" he asked.

"Yes Daddy, I want that big fat cock, badly Daddy."she replied nodding excitedly. Her eyes firm on his cock and moving her hands down his thighs while her pussy became wetter at the thought of it in her mouth.

"Mmmm, good slut," and he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She moaned and felt her pussy gush again. He shoved his round head deep into her throat and she opened her mouth wide as he started to slowly fuck her face.

"Good slut, take that big thick cock, take all of it, open that mouth wide." He instructed her as he slowly fucked her mouth. She moaned and gushed again, opening her mouth as wide as possible and allowing his head to slide back and forth down her throat. She moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure at being used so.

"Such a good little cock sucker," he praised her while using her mouth. His hands reached down to caress her breasts and pull at her nipples. She moaned, moving her head up and down on her own.

"Faster slut," he demanded and she bobbed her head more quickly, taking his thick cock nice and deep, tasting precum against her tongue groaned loudly and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. she whimpered, panting, her pussy so wet and still gushing in pleasure.

"Have you been a good girl slut?" he asked and she blushed, nodding her head.

"Yes Daddy, I've been a good slut."

"Mmmm, you like to be a good slut don't you?" he said caressing and pinching her nipples. She moaned and gasped as he played with her tits.

"Yes Master, I do like being a good slut." she whimpered and moaned, spreading her kneeling thighs wide and feeling the air on her wet pussy.

"Does my slut want a spanking or a paddling?" he asked and she whimpered, trying to put her thoughts together for an answer.

"A paddling Daddy, please?" she replied begging.

"Good girl," he said and stood up while she knelt. Her mind focused and feeling the blank stare of sub space. He came back and sat on the bed, a ping pong paddle within arms reach.

"Come here slut," he said indicating his lap and she got up and knelt over his lap, leaning her upper body on the bed across his knees. She blushed and whimpered, feeling him caress her ass. Her body was tense with anticipation, her pussy so wet she knew he would feel it on her thighs.

"And how have you been a good slut?" he asked, caressing her ass cheeks over and over.

"I've fucked," she stated and blushed.

"Is that all a slut needs?" he laughed and she felt a crack against her right ass cheek. She whimpered, her body tensing in pleasure and pain.

"Some days Sir," she gasped and felt his hand caress her slapped cheek.

"How much did you fuck yesterday?" he demanded and she blushed again, her head hanging. He slapped her other cheek and she gasped her pussy clenching as he repeated on the other right after. Her body fluctuated against him and she moaned.

"Just once Daddy."

"Not good enough," he stated and began to slap repeated one cheek and then the other, over and over, her pleasure building, her body shaking just lightly and she arched up as he slapped and pressed into her right ass cheek. She screamed out, biting her cheek, feeling the pressure and gushed, feeling the juices of her pussy.