***This is what I call “picture to word”. I find an image on the net that stimulates me to write a piece of erotica. This particular piece is D/s related, where the woman refers to her dominant as “Daddy”. This piece is of 2 consenting adults. If you don’t like Daddy play, move along***
It’s after hours, when I get a text from Daddy to meet him at work. The office is closed and the employees have all gone home. I am wearing a low cut dress with my cute little boots and no panties, of course. The building is quiet as I make my way to the production line. Other than all the workers being gone for the day, everything looks normal, except for one table in particular. One table is abnormally cleaner than the rest. Completely clear of all tools without a speck of dust and a towel taped in place.
“Just for you, princess,” Daddy’s voice startles me and I freeze in place. His hands move to my back and I feel the fabric loosen as he unzips me. My dress falls to a puddle on the floor, covering my boots. “Good girl. No panties, just as Daddy likes it.”
He pushes me forward, hand around the back of my neck, as I nearly trip over the dress. He stops me near the clean table and moves in front of me. I smile and my cunt gets instantly wet at the sight of him. “What are you smiling at princess?”
“You, Daddy,” I softly speak.
“Why, princess? Tell Daddy what you are thinking about.”
“I like it when you are in your suit.”
“Why is that princess? Tell me… tell me exactly what it is you like about this.”
I blush and manage to tell him, “It makes me wet seeing Daddy dressed in his work suit while I stand here naked in my heels.”
“Ah, but princess, you aren’t completely naked,” Daddy reaches out and pulls my tits out of my bra, pinching my nipples hard, making me moan deeply. The straps of my bra fall loosely over my shoulders. “I love your tits.” He moves behind me, taking a wrist with him. I obediently move my other behind my back. I hear him rustle in his suit and feel a wrap being worked around my wrists, binding them. Daddy pushes me forward, causing me to lean forward over the table.
He takes a fist full of my hair and presses my body into the table. My breasts flatten against the towel. Daddy pulls my hair back, causing my head to rise, as I feel his fingers on my wet cunt. His fingers run along my slit. My wetness increases and my clit begins to throb. I roll my hips into the table, hoping to increase the pleasure. “Such a bitch in heat, aren’t you, my little princess,” Daddy growls. I groan in agreement. His fingers keep massaging my cunt lips, dipping within their folds and reaching to my clit.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you princess?” he jerks my head back for emphasis.
“Yes, Daddy,” I beg.
His fingers slide inside of me and he begins fucking my pussy. I gasp and moan in appreciation. I buck my hips into him, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. He pulls his hand out and spanks me hard.
“Thank your Daddy, you wanton whore!,” Daddy orders.
“Yes, Daddy, thank you Daddy. Please Daddy. Fuck me, ” I plea.
His fingers rub my cunt, teasing my gaping hole. I whine quietly. “I should fuck your ass for that, princess.” His finger moves to my ass and rims it gently. He changes direction and slams two fingers into my cunt, fucking me brutally, lifting my hips with each thrust.
“Thank. You. Daddy,” each word emphasized by a thrust.
“That’s better princess,” Daddy smiles and slows his thrusts, fucking me slow and steady and so deliciously. I begin to ache. I ache for his cock. “You want it don’t you?” Daddy asks.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer.
“Princess you have made Daddy’s cock very hard and Daddy has made you very wet.”
I feel him move behind me. My torso goes limp as I relax into the table. I widen my stance and brace myself. Daddy moves away and I see him take his coat off. He rolls his dress shirt sleeves up and loosens his tie. My legs immediately tense as I feel Daddy stand behind me, brushing his fingers against my cunt as he reaches for his zipper. Daddy pulls his cock out and runs it along my slit. I moan in desperation. I feel his cock head press against my cunt, spreading my wetness all over himself. Slowly, his cock presses into me, inch by inch it sinks within my folds, envelopes within my walls. Daddy’s hands move to my hips and I feel his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes himself to the hilt within me.
One hand moves to my hair and grips it tightly as the other hand pins my hips to the table. I get lost in the sensations and sounds of Daddy fucking me in steadying pace. My mind spins out of control as I slip into deep submissive pleasure.
“Thank you Daddy…..”