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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Riding the escalator, she could see a large white laminated card with IMMOGEN written on it. that would annoy Him, she’d make sure of taking that as a souvenir! The old guy, a chirpy Londoner straight out of Mary Poppins, took her bag and they walked from the side exit of St. Pancras towards his white taxi cab. The ride was slow and boring, almost half the length of her journey from the city. The Tube would’ve been quicker and easier but, hey, style and comfort what the hell, she thought. She was just impatient, she couldn’t wait to see Him, to greet Him in the lobby. As the car pulled up, she could see. Him as the automatic doors opened and closed, eyes alive and fixed on the white car. She leaned forward to exit and paused a couple of seconds, knowing the wait would irritate Him and she smiled yet also burned at the sight of Him visibly irked by the slightest delay. Striding out, she stood, hands clasped in front of her waiting for the driver to retrieve her bag, knowing the wait to hold her, to touch her, to smell her was driving Him ever so slightly crazy. At last she entered the lobby and he held out his arms warmly, and in she slipped, the perfect little dinky fit, embracing Him tightly. He knew all eyes were on them, He loved it.
“Daddy, I’ve missed you SO MUCH!” Imogen exclaimed loudly, twirling her hair and biting her lip seductively, as eyes crept over them a little more judgementally than before. Swiftly taking her hand and leading her to the lift, a slow and smouldering ride to the seventh floor. The metal doors closed and their eyes locked on each others. He had a look… she had tried many times to describe it, to Him, to her best friend, on occasional anonymous blogging posts where she bragged openly of her complete submission to him… however it came out in words never did it justice, it never failed to hold her gaze and within a minute, make the feeling rise in her stomach, a feeling as indescribable as the look, fear and desire, love and resentment, a myriad of emotions beyond definition.
The room was nice. Plain, but nice nonetheless. The week had flown, now she was here, with Him.
“Sit on the edge of the bed” he ordered, and knelt at her feet to untie and remove her boots. It was always a good sign. He loved her legs and having hastily removed her DMs, played a little with her feet before ferreting up in between them, tugging at her tights seam, finger entering her sheathed in soft nylon, warm and wet, wetter than he expected to find.
“So have you been well behaved this week, as I desired?” his finger, now poked through the sheer gusset, deep inside her, a second burrowing away to join it inside her. She shivered and moaned, resisting the urge to buck and allowing him to play with her now very wet opening.
“Yes I have, I even helped a lady off the train with her cases. Good as gold I’ve been!” A smile that couldn’t melt ice let alone butter accompanied her response. He hooked his fingers hard inside her, now on top her, legs splayed and dangling over the edge of the bed.
“I’ve not played Daddy, honest, I haven’t. And I’ve been so hot for you. So hot and ready for you”. Finger tips tenderly raking his face, eyes, tight on his, pleading for the inevitable.
“I know you saw what I posted Daddy. I was so hot for you Daddy, I made it for you when you were cross with me but you told me to behave, so I never had the chance to show you how much I missed you and how ready and willing I was when I saw you again. I’ll show you now.”
Imogen removed her tattered tights and dropped her kilt to the floor. So slight was she that her small tee shirt reached down as far as her knickers. Dropping to her knees, wildly swiping her clothes away, she reached up and undid His belt, unlooping it from His jeans as she did so. Doubling it up to half its length, opening her mouth wide, tongue almost touching her chin, she devoured a large double length of the belt, choking momentarily as she pulled it in and out of her throat. He was wide eyed, completely lost in her. A few lengths later, she removed it, looping it back through then dropping it around her neck pulling it tight and offering it to Him to take hold of it. As He reached out she let go, and raised a cheeky, wagging finger and in a deft movement, removed the tight black tee shirt over her head, pulling the belt back through and offering it back to him, smiling… smiling at His smile at the white bra, smiling at her behaviour. It was starting to go dark outside and she looked so fucking beautiful, on her knees wild hair and wilder eyes, bigger than the full moon, glaring up at him defiantly. Another last deft move and the bra was off and tossed across the room, hair bunching around her chest, she raised her hands and flicked it back to reveal her smooth white breasts, large and firm for her cute, slender frame. The triumphant pout of pleasing Daddy appeared as he stared down at her magnificent milk-white breast emblazoned in black marker pen HURT ME DADDY. When she sat on the toilet seat wet as the ocean, she knew the effect her scrawling would have. Wrapping a foot or so of belt around His hand, he pulled the belt tight, causing her to wince at the slight nip of it. He released it slightly and her eyes darkened as the look came over his face. Her dark eyes were pleading to be hurt, pleading for mercy, pleading for pleasure, for pain. Guiding her head to the perfect angle, He began to slap her, quite hard even for starters, every few times, landing a real stinger, all the time watching her, waiting for the regret, the agony, the desire, the full gamut of emotions to pass through her face from slap to slap. He’d slapped her before, hurt her but this was going beyond. The gif, the belt, she’d intimated what she wanted, what she came for. No holding back now, shit was going real.
“Open your mouth” He barked and her jaw dropped in immediate compliance. He’d had her like this before but had never pushed her over the edge. Popping three fingers inside, snaking them along her tongue to the back of her mouth making her gag, he retreated then lost in the haze forced them right down her throat. He could feel they’d gone beyond her epiglotis, with very little resistance. Imogen herself was hot and ready and so lost in attacking her with his hands was He, He was barely aware of her slowly wanking his rock hard cock. Fidgetting to a perfect angle she opened her mouth and let go, slowly edging her tongue out to make room for the onslaught. She looked so fucking good, he thought. So many times he had fucked that sweet mouth, so hot and wet, deeper and deeper each time but now it was time to take it all. Gripping her head hard to allow for less resistance, he slowly edged it in until it was as deep as it had ever been. She felt the grip tighten and steadied herself for the whole lot. His groan of pleasure reverberated around her head and she fought the grip of his hands, not to resist but to take it deeper, effortlessly swallowing it deep into her throat, like a pro. No not like a pro. Like His slut, His plaything, His. Soon they were locked in motion, Him thrusting her wriggling compliantly to take it perfectly, the tip of her nose pressed firmly against his stomach. He could feel the cum rising, feeling as if he could trace its exact path from his balls through into his body and heading for the tip, fast. Blocking the urge, He pulled out but Imogen knew His feeling well. Working herself into a lower position, she wriggled lower at his feet, almost beneath him. With sweet encouragement, she yelled
“Cum for me Daddy. Cum for me”
She knew the drill. Her wide open mouth and wide open eyes got Him every single time. Staring Him right in the eye, she raised her open mouth tenderly, engulfing His balls and slowly jerking away at His hard cock. Swivelling them expertly with her tongue, she let go of His cock, knowing He would take it from her, wanking furiously now, her soft tongue motion getting faster, delicate balls swimming around her wet mouth, a hand grabbing her hair clenching and letting go as the pleasure of her tongue took over His senses, sucking just one ball now, tightly but gently, tongue snaking out and underneath him, wet and slimy, balls now resting on her nose, tongue heading lower and lower, jerking it harder now, hands on the back of His thighs as Imogen’s tongue entered Him, a mad flurry of obscenities and it was the point of no return.
“CUM FOR ME DADDY! CUM FOR ME CUM! CUM!” she cried out, loudly except the words were formed by her stretched open mouth and the movement of her tongue, forming the words whilst deep inside His ass. She felt the first jet buck over her shoulder and trickle down the small of her back but was quick to act and the feeling of her tongue exiting Him in a flash and laid outstretched before the tip of His cock made Him shoot wildly, shaking as His knees buckled under the intensity, her the perfect slut, mouth swathed in cum, which she held fully in place in a little pool on her tongue, whilst He gathered his senses. Urging her to her feet with a gentle pull of the belt, their lips met in a passionate exchange, the spunk swirling back and forth between them until they eventually came to a halt, and she gulped down like the good girl she had promised to be all week. Noticing the considerably less volume, she looked up sweetly!
“DADDY!!” she giggled, excited and proud. Before he went to swallow, in her typically wrap-around-your-finger sweet voice, she asked “can I have a little more please, Daddy” and he drooled half the amount back onto her sweet pink tongue and they both gulped together, like He was taking some horrible medicine with her to give her encouragement. As He looked out of the window into the London dusk, she stepped away, down the side of the bed and fiddled with the switches until one of the sidelights by the bed was left on in the room. Rolling over onto her back, she played with the belt, mentally reliving some of its usage and grinning wickedly to herself before removing it from around her neck and laying it out full length by her side.
“Daddy. Did you bring the cane as well?” The anachronism of her sweet, dulcet tones and the words she was saying really rang around His head. Fucking hot. She smiled sweetly again and thumbs in her knicker-edge, tugging them down, rolling, legs in the air with a whoop of excitement like she was on a roller coaster.
Gazing very intently and parting her legs she looked up at him as He looked down to inspect for the first time, how neat a job she had made of shaving her sweet little pussy. She couldn’t help but give off a low, dirty giggle as she saw the look on his face, staring almost open mouthed at her smooth mound on which she had scrawled ‘FUCK ME’ and ‘HURT ME AGAIN
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