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The sun was still shining brightly when Taylor left work for the weekend. She had dedicated herself to making sure that all of her tasks were completely done, during the week, so that she'd be able to feel the release, the true freedom from small voices in her head urging her to attend to work. Tonight, and the next two days, she could be just herself, the Taylor of pleasure and ease, not responsible Taylor. She stopped at a corner store and bought one of the locally-made ginger beers that she'd discovered. The first swing of it was fiery, tart, and sweet all at once, helping her shake off the morass of the working day.
When she got home, warmed by sunlight and Jamaican ginger, she noted the time, feeling the first spike of real anticipation shoot through her. Two hours to prepare. First, she lit a few of the beeswax candles, gently scented with bay, as she padded barefoot through the apartment, and put on some music, complex and melodious electronica, subdued but vibrant. She took a shower, drying herself off thoroughly with an exceptionally fluffy towel. The bathroom had two full-length mirrors, and she regarded herself steadily in them. Her long blonde hair, wet from the shower, lay over her shoulders, and she traced the delicate tracery of her collarbones with one hand. Her breasts, rounded and full, were set off by her single piercing through one rosy nipple. She loved the sight of that, the one permanent signature of her sexual self on her body, the little silver bar hinting at the depths inside her.
She took the time now to set up her phone, recording herself, the full length of her body captured by the camera but not most of her face--just her mouth. Dropping the towel, she caressed her breasts lightly, and then slapped her hands against them, the sound shockingly loud in the small bathroom. The sting of the slap was interpreted by her brain as simple pleasure, the pain transformed into a unique flavor of pleasure, distinct from other joys. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers for a moment, and then let her hands drop, enjoying how they had already hardened, jutting out eagerly. She slid her hands down her soft skin, across the softness of her stomach and the slope and curve of her waist to the bow of her hips, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, watching how her full thighs changed in arc with the movement, and how even when pressed together, a small gap appeared between them, drawing the eye. She turned her body, bringing her ass into view in the mirror, as full as her thighs, as rounded as her breasts, and she gripped it hard in her hands, feeling feminine softness over equally feminine, subtle strength below. When she released it, her handprints remained on her so-fair skin for a moment, a memory of what had just happened and a prediction of things to come.
She went to the bedroom and selected her outfit for tonight: A sheer, sleek set of bra and thong, fabric so thin and almost-not-there that it was far more revealing, far more sexual, than nothing at all. She went back to the bathroom to watch herself as she slipped it on, taking her time dragging the thong up over her long legs, settling the bra in place to capture her breasts. Then she went to her box of toys in the bathroom, pushing back the carved rosewood top and pulling out her glass plug and a bottle of lubricant. She drizzled the lube onto the plug, wrapping her hand around it to spread it completely over, and then bent over, one hand grabbing her ass and spreading herself open, moving the thong to one side, her other hand bringing the toy to her ass, grasping it firmly by the base and pushing it against her tight ring as she watched that sight in the mirror, her ass opening to accept the toy, seeming impossible as always, taking that thickness. Using the glass plug gave her such a clear sight of how she was penetrated, how she was being filled. There was pleasure-pain again as her body reacted to this invasion, this preparation, and she could feel the beginnings of the folds of her pussy getting wet. As she worked it all the way in she arched her back, breathed in deeply, and slowly pulled the thong back into place, the tight fabric pressing against the plug inside her.
She went back to her bedroom and put a silk robe on. With each step, she was reminded of the toy inside her, and her body urged her to put her hand on herself, to seek her own pleasure, but she demurred, she stored that desire and energy görükle escort (https://bursali.org) for later. She sat in her favorite chair in her living room, lit by a soft lamp and the quickly-descending rays of the sun, golden and orange, and started to read. The book was absorbing, and her mind traveled a sine wave, her attention first caught by the beauty of the words, and then, as she shifted in the chair, returning to an awareness of her body, and a growing anticipation of what was ahead of her.
An hour later, the notification on her phone chimed, and she saw that it was from him. She closed the book, put it to the side, and stood up, the plug that had been inside her for so long still feeling so thick, so present. She opened the message, and read:
--I'm on time, I'll be there in half an hour.
Her quick fingers typed out the reply
--I'm making myself ready.
And after a beat, felt warmth as she saw
-- Good girl.
She shrugged off the robe, letting it pool on the floor, and went to the bathroom, and again set her phone up to record the scene. She bent, in the same ways as before, and slowly pulled the plug from her ass, inch by inch appearing as she tugged on the base of it, until it was out and her ass felt so empty, her ring moving, clenching and unclenching on its own, such an obscene and lurid sight. She put the plug in the sink, and picked up the phone, and sent the two videos to him. Then she returned to the bedroom, and took out a dildo and more lube from her nightstand, as well as a clever little device that was designed for suction on her clit--one can never have too many toys. This one was realistically shaped, silicone, as thick as the glass dildo but more yielding, and colored a festive gold. She lay down on her back on the bed, head and back propped up by pillows so she could see herself in the bedroom mirror--one can also never have too many mirrors--and spread her thighs open, reaching under herself, positioning the head of it at her ass. She marveled at how much more easily it slid in after the hour of preparing herself with the plug--but it still felt enormous inside her. She bit her lip and let out a soft moan as she worked it half way in, then pulled it out, watching herself closely.
As the pleasure from the ass-fucking she was giving herself began to build, she moved the other toy into place, switching it on, feeling the immediately shockingly intense sensation of it enveloping her clit, pulling at it, a rythm of suction and pulsing that she was never quite ready for. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, and she felt and saw the flush of arousal spread down her neck and chest. She moved her hips a little on each stroke of the dildo into her ass, her breath coming quick, and lost herself in the sensations, but kept her eyes fixed on the mirror. When her first orgasm came, she groaned loudly the sound of her pleasure mixing with the electronica, her hands barely able to keep the two toys on and in herself. The orgasm ebbed, and she took the toy away, recovering, taking deep breaths.
He had always said how beautiful her pussy looked with her ass full, and so that's what she concentrated on as she awaited him, her lips puffy from arousal, open and so slick with her own lubrication, pearls of desire sliding down the dildo pumping into her. She was so exposed like this, thighs flung wide, pinned in place by her own hands on the toys. She looked like a woman seeking only her own pleasure, and it gave her satisfaction and pride that this went deeper than that, that this was just the beginning, that she was being a good girl, following orders exactly and eagerly. When the last echoes of her orgasm faded, she put the toy back on herself again, and again came so quickly, so powerfully, and then put the toy aside again--each orgasm more intense, different.
She continued, and was still coming down from the fourth orgasm when she heard his key in the door, and again, she did not slow. She could hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom, and when he entered she flashed her eyes at him quickly, delighted by the smile on his face, the light in his eyes as he saw her laid out for him, and then returned her gaze to the mirror, as she knew he wanted.
"Look at you," he said, his voice a deep throb, a powerful engine idling low, "Being such a good fucktoy for Daddy, with your beautiful legs spread so wide for me." He undressed as he spoke, taking his time, unbuttoning bursa merkez escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-merkez-escort) his shirt as his eyes raked her, "Look at how wet you are from what you've done for me. How gorgeous your breasts look under that sheer bra, how full of need you are." He started to take slow steps to the bed, shirt off now, unbuckling his belt, "And most of all, look at your sweet ass getting ready for me. You've done exactly what I wanted." His pants came down, his boxers with them, and his cock was half-hard already and rising, firming before her eyes. He stood at the foot of the bed, and reached for her legs, took one calf in each hand, and pulled, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She lost her grip on the toy in her ass, but it was so deep in her it stayed there as he moved her.
He slid his hands admiringly down her calves, her thighs, filling his hands with her ass, his cock fully hard now, the head of it darkening in color as his lust filled him. Thicker than her glass plug, thicker than her golden dildo, it drew her fascinated eyes, thinking, "That is going to be inside me," a simple truth, a promise, a fulfillment. His fingers found the end of her dildo and pulled it out slowly. As he did that, his eyes traveled down her body to her exposed self, her pussy and ass on display, almost as palpable as touch. When he took another step forwards and she felt the warmth of his cock meet the wetness of her pussy, her heart fluttered, her arousal soared, she felt the gratification of the first stage of her journey completed, that she had done everything she could to prepare.
He made a deep sound as he pushed the head of his cock inside her pussy, not words, not a groan or a growl, but something in between all three. A sound from the spine, from the ego, an expression of satisfaction and need at the same time. His hands were on her inner thighs, pressing them even farther apart, his gaze was directed at her pussy, and thanks to the mirror being slightly offset, she could see this too, her pussylips parted and stretched by his thick cock as he paused, breathing deeply, lingering on this first penetration.
She looked up into his face, and his eyes met hers, and she felt that shock of connection, that beyond their bodies their minds were meeting here, his orders, her preparation. Their two selves coming together in this moment and bringing with it the force of all their desire for each other before. She saw the intention in his eyes a moment before he pushed in further, and she braced and relaxed at the same time. His girth stretched her as his strong thighs forced his cock into her, a burning mixture of pleasure and pain, each mote of strain caught up in the fire of her need, folding back into the pleasure, coloring it and intensifying it. Deliberately, he pushed until every inch was inside her, and she reflexively put her hand down on her stomach, showing him, showing herself, how far he'd penetrated her.
"Good little slut, you were so ready to take every inch of me here. As ready as any girl could be," he said, his voice warm with desire and affection, "I love claiming your pussy."
He kept himself inside her for a long moment, his fingers caressing her thighs, and they both took a deep breath at the same time, and smiled at each other. Equally slowly, he withdrew his cock from her pussy, inch by inch, and when it reappeared in her view it was slick and shiny from her; it always looked right this way, as if this was its true natural state, hard, soaked in her. But he still picked up the bottle of lube that she'd left there at the foot of the bed, and added more, his hand pumping up and down his cock.
He put his cock at the top of her pussy, nudging her clit, still so sensitive from the toy, and moved it down, through her wet folds, past her entrance, down to her ass. His hands went back to her thighs, spreading her wider again, and she felt the blunt head of his cock push against her tight ring and her response was to open a little, her ass craving him, her whole body and self needing this, even as a part of her thrilled with nervousness, with disbelief that something so big could fit inside her.
"Take it," he growled, and bore down on her, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as his face changed, as she saw his own needs rising and asserting themselves in him. After an incredible moment of resistance, her ass accepted the head of his cock, bursa escort bayan (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-escort-bayan) but closed tightly around him in response. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he said, "It feels amazing to be in your ass, Taylor. To see you like this." Knowing she was pleasing him, the sight and feel of her was what he needed, she felt a wave of transformation, feeling a strange peace come over her, a total submission to what was happening. She'd prepared herself for Daddy, and now he was here, taking her ass.
She saw the muscles in his arms flex, and he leaned a little more over her as he pushed in farther. Even after a hour of the plug, a half hour of fucking herself with a dildo almost as large as him, the feelings were overwhelming, crashing bolts of pleasure, intensity of what would be pain except that it was so full of joy. She nodded in a tiny movement, and was rewarded by a smile on his desire-filled face. He pulled back, almost to her entrance, and looked down as he did so.
"It's incredible seeing your little ass take me," he said, simply, "So few women can," and with that, he was driving back in, hard enough to make her legs shake. The glory she felt in him saying that met with the cyclone of sensations he was giving her, and when he picked up the discarded suction toy and put it on her clit she came like a wave crashed over and through her, she had no clue what noises she made in that moment but heard his voice saying, "Yes, come with my cock in your ass like the sweet bitch you are." He dropped the toy on the bed, grabbed her thighs again, and then he was just fucking her, his cock incredibly moving in and out of her ass, every moment of it insanely challenging but bringing with it new horizons of pleasure.
"Daddy's using my ass," she thought to herself, a simple thought that rebounded inside her and she clung to as he fucked her, as his hands moved from her thighs to her breasts, squeezing them hard, tugging on her nipples. She grabbed her thighs in her own hands and held herself open for him, offering herself to him completely. He bucked his hips, his cock going deeper into her ass, and she saw that wonderful moment when his self-control over his body started to slip, when his movements became more feral, his face wracked with pleasure, his words ragged as he assfucked her.
"I'm going to fuck you until I come in your ass," he growled, "You... fuck it's so good." He shuddered out a long, deep breath and she thought he might come right then but instead he just got rougher with her breasts, pulling hard on them, using them as handholds as he fucked her, before moving one hand to her throat and squeezing hard, "Your videos made me so ready for this, need this," he said, his voice almost plaintive for a scintilla of time before returning to his animalistic growl of desire, "Such a hot little submissive fucktoy,"
His breath was pants and gaps, and so was hers, they joined together, masculine and feminine, dominant and submissive, her Daddy's big body over hers as he used her exactly the way he'd told her he would, exactly the way she'd prepared herself. His hand on her throat slid to the back of her head and positioned her to look right into his eyes, his face, as she saw the absolute wide man he'd become from the pleasure he was taking in her.
She urged him on with the only words she had left to her, "Yes, Daddy. Yes. Daddy." He groaned a desperate cry of release, and she felt the thickness of his cock throb inside her and she slipped her hand onto her pussy, a few strokes of her fingers over her clit tumbling her into orgasm too, feeling herself grip his cock inside her ass and causing his sounds to reach a new peak. His hot cum was flooding her ass, she could feel the pulse and jerk of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. His orgasm seemed to last for so long, to go through chapters, verses, starting with absolute dominant need, traveling through astonished pleasure as her ass held him, and finally his eyes going wide, the completion of his orgasm, of his narrative astonishing him with its power.
He remained buried in her for long moments after, his head bowing, chest heaving, his hands unconsciously caressing her breasts, her arms, her cheeks. She smiled, she sighed out a huge breath, and he smiled back. Slowly, he withdrew from her ass, and she felt so completely fucked, so totally owned, that she had submitted on every level and that he had taken everything and given it back. He looked down her body to her ravished sex and ass, back up to her, and bent down to kiss her, their first kiss of the night, tender and searching, as her hands came up to embrace him, to draw him down, wanting to feel his weight on her, the comfort and finality of Daddy on top of his girl.
The sun was still shining brightly when Taylor left work for the weekend. She had dedicated herself to making sure that all of her tasks were completely done, during the week, so that she'd be able to feel the release, the true freedom from small voices in her head urging her to attend to work. Tonight, and the next two days, she could be just herself, the Taylor of pleasure and ease, not responsible Taylor. She stopped at a corner store and bought one of the locally-made ginger beers that she'd discovered. The first swing of it was fiery, tart, and sweet all at once, helping her shake off the morass of the working day.
When she got home, warmed by sunlight and Jamaican ginger, she noted the time, feeling the first spike of real anticipation shoot through her. Two hours to prepare. First, she lit a few of the beeswax candles, gently scented with bay, as she padded barefoot through the apartment, and put on some music, complex and melodious electronica, subdued but vibrant. She took a shower, drying herself off thoroughly with an exceptionally fluffy towel. The bathroom had two full-length mirrors, and she regarded herself steadily in them. Her long blonde hair, wet from the shower, lay over her shoulders, and she traced the delicate tracery of her collarbones with one hand. Her breasts, rounded and full, were set off by her single piercing through one rosy nipple. She loved the sight of that, the one permanent signature of her sexual self on her body, the little silver bar hinting at the depths inside her.
She took the time now to set up her phone, recording herself, the full length of her body captured by the camera but not most of her face--just her mouth. Dropping the towel, she caressed her breasts lightly, and then slapped her hands against them, the sound shockingly loud in the small bathroom. The sting of the slap was interpreted by her brain as simple pleasure, the pain transformed into a unique flavor of pleasure, distinct from other joys. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers for a moment, and then let her hands drop, enjoying how they had already hardened, jutting out eagerly. She slid her hands down her soft skin, across the softness of her stomach and the slope and curve of her waist to the bow of her hips, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, watching how her full thighs changed in arc with the movement, and how even when pressed together, a small gap appeared between them, drawing the eye. She turned her body, bringing her ass into view in the mirror, as full as her thighs, as rounded as her breasts, and she gripped it hard in her hands, feeling feminine softness over equally feminine, subtle strength below. When she released it, her handprints remained on her so-fair skin for a moment, a memory of what had just happened and a prediction of things to come.
She went to the bedroom and selected her outfit for tonight: A sheer, sleek set of bra and thong, fabric so thin and almost-not-there that it was far more revealing, far more sexual, than nothing at all. She went back to the bathroom to watch herself as she slipped it on, taking her time dragging the thong up over her long legs, settling the bra in place to capture her breasts. Then she went to her box of toys in the bathroom, pushing back the carved rosewood top and pulling out her glass plug and a bottle of lubricant. She drizzled the lube onto the plug, wrapping her hand around it to spread it completely over, and then bent over, one hand grabbing her ass and spreading herself open, moving the thong to one side, her other hand bringing the toy to her ass, grasping it firmly by the base and pushing it against her tight ring as she watched that sight in the mirror, her ass opening to accept the toy, seeming impossible as always, taking that thickness. Using the glass plug gave her such a clear sight of how she was penetrated, how she was being filled. There was pleasure-pain again as her body reacted to this invasion, this preparation, and she could feel the beginnings of the folds of her pussy getting wet. As she worked it all the way in she arched her back, breathed in deeply, and slowly pulled the thong back into place, the tight fabric pressing against the plug inside her.
She went back to her bedroom and put a silk robe on. With each step, she was reminded of the toy inside her, and her body urged her to put her hand on herself, to seek her own pleasure, but she demurred, she stored that desire and energy görükle escort (https://bursali.org) for later. She sat in her favorite chair in her living room, lit by a soft lamp and the quickly-descending rays of the sun, golden and orange, and started to read. The book was absorbing, and her mind traveled a sine wave, her attention first caught by the beauty of the words, and then, as she shifted in the chair, returning to an awareness of her body, and a growing anticipation of what was ahead of her.
An hour later, the notification on her phone chimed, and she saw that it was from him. She closed the book, put it to the side, and stood up, the plug that had been inside her for so long still feeling so thick, so present. She opened the message, and read:
--I'm on time, I'll be there in half an hour.
Her quick fingers typed out the reply
--I'm making myself ready.
And after a beat, felt warmth as she saw
-- Good girl.
She shrugged off the robe, letting it pool on the floor, and went to the bathroom, and again set her phone up to record the scene. She bent, in the same ways as before, and slowly pulled the plug from her ass, inch by inch appearing as she tugged on the base of it, until it was out and her ass felt so empty, her ring moving, clenching and unclenching on its own, such an obscene and lurid sight. She put the plug in the sink, and picked up the phone, and sent the two videos to him. Then she returned to the bedroom, and took out a dildo and more lube from her nightstand, as well as a clever little device that was designed for suction on her clit--one can never have too many toys. This one was realistically shaped, silicone, as thick as the glass dildo but more yielding, and colored a festive gold. She lay down on her back on the bed, head and back propped up by pillows so she could see herself in the bedroom mirror--one can also never have too many mirrors--and spread her thighs open, reaching under herself, positioning the head of it at her ass. She marveled at how much more easily it slid in after the hour of preparing herself with the plug--but it still felt enormous inside her. She bit her lip and let out a soft moan as she worked it half way in, then pulled it out, watching herself closely.
As the pleasure from the ass-fucking she was giving herself began to build, she moved the other toy into place, switching it on, feeling the immediately shockingly intense sensation of it enveloping her clit, pulling at it, a rythm of suction and pulsing that she was never quite ready for. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, and she felt and saw the flush of arousal spread down her neck and chest. She moved her hips a little on each stroke of the dildo into her ass, her breath coming quick, and lost herself in the sensations, but kept her eyes fixed on the mirror. When her first orgasm came, she groaned loudly the sound of her pleasure mixing with the electronica, her hands barely able to keep the two toys on and in herself. The orgasm ebbed, and she took the toy away, recovering, taking deep breaths.
He had always said how beautiful her pussy looked with her ass full, and so that's what she concentrated on as she awaited him, her lips puffy from arousal, open and so slick with her own lubrication, pearls of desire sliding down the dildo pumping into her. She was so exposed like this, thighs flung wide, pinned in place by her own hands on the toys. She looked like a woman seeking only her own pleasure, and it gave her satisfaction and pride that this went deeper than that, that this was just the beginning, that she was being a good girl, following orders exactly and eagerly. When the last echoes of her orgasm faded, she put the toy back on herself again, and again came so quickly, so powerfully, and then put the toy aside again--each orgasm more intense, different.
She continued, and was still coming down from the fourth orgasm when she heard his key in the door, and again, she did not slow. She could hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom, and when he entered she flashed her eyes at him quickly, delighted by the smile on his face, the light in his eyes as he saw her laid out for him, and then returned her gaze to the mirror, as she knew he wanted.
"Look at you," he said, his voice a deep throb, a powerful engine idling low, "Being such a good fucktoy for Daddy, with your beautiful legs spread so wide for me." He undressed as he spoke, taking his time, unbuttoning bursa merkez escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-merkez-escort) his shirt as his eyes raked her, "Look at how wet you are from what you've done for me. How gorgeous your breasts look under that sheer bra, how full of need you are." He started to take slow steps to the bed, shirt off now, unbuckling his belt, "And most of all, look at your sweet ass getting ready for me. You've done exactly what I wanted." His pants came down, his boxers with them, and his cock was half-hard already and rising, firming before her eyes. He stood at the foot of the bed, and reached for her legs, took one calf in each hand, and pulled, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She lost her grip on the toy in her ass, but it was so deep in her it stayed there as he moved her.
He slid his hands admiringly down her calves, her thighs, filling his hands with her ass, his cock fully hard now, the head of it darkening in color as his lust filled him. Thicker than her glass plug, thicker than her golden dildo, it drew her fascinated eyes, thinking, "That is going to be inside me," a simple truth, a promise, a fulfillment. His fingers found the end of her dildo and pulled it out slowly. As he did that, his eyes traveled down her body to her exposed self, her pussy and ass on display, almost as palpable as touch. When he took another step forwards and she felt the warmth of his cock meet the wetness of her pussy, her heart fluttered, her arousal soared, she felt the gratification of the first stage of her journey completed, that she had done everything she could to prepare.
He made a deep sound as he pushed the head of his cock inside her pussy, not words, not a groan or a growl, but something in between all three. A sound from the spine, from the ego, an expression of satisfaction and need at the same time. His hands were on her inner thighs, pressing them even farther apart, his gaze was directed at her pussy, and thanks to the mirror being slightly offset, she could see this too, her pussylips parted and stretched by his thick cock as he paused, breathing deeply, lingering on this first penetration.
She looked up into his face, and his eyes met hers, and she felt that shock of connection, that beyond their bodies their minds were meeting here, his orders, her preparation. Their two selves coming together in this moment and bringing with it the force of all their desire for each other before. She saw the intention in his eyes a moment before he pushed in further, and she braced and relaxed at the same time. His girth stretched her as his strong thighs forced his cock into her, a burning mixture of pleasure and pain, each mote of strain caught up in the fire of her need, folding back into the pleasure, coloring it and intensifying it. Deliberately, he pushed until every inch was inside her, and she reflexively put her hand down on her stomach, showing him, showing herself, how far he'd penetrated her.
"Good little slut, you were so ready to take every inch of me here. As ready as any girl could be," he said, his voice warm with desire and affection, "I love claiming your pussy."
He kept himself inside her for a long moment, his fingers caressing her thighs, and they both took a deep breath at the same time, and smiled at each other. Equally slowly, he withdrew his cock from her pussy, inch by inch, and when it reappeared in her view it was slick and shiny from her; it always looked right this way, as if this was its true natural state, hard, soaked in her. But he still picked up the bottle of lube that she'd left there at the foot of the bed, and added more, his hand pumping up and down his cock.
He put his cock at the top of her pussy, nudging her clit, still so sensitive from the toy, and moved it down, through her wet folds, past her entrance, down to her ass. His hands went back to her thighs, spreading her wider again, and she felt the blunt head of his cock push against her tight ring and her response was to open a little, her ass craving him, her whole body and self needing this, even as a part of her thrilled with nervousness, with disbelief that something so big could fit inside her.
"Take it," he growled, and bore down on her, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as his face changed, as she saw his own needs rising and asserting themselves in him. After an incredible moment of resistance, her ass accepted the head of his cock, bursa escort bayan (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-escort-bayan) but closed tightly around him in response. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he said, "It feels amazing to be in your ass, Taylor. To see you like this." Knowing she was pleasing him, the sight and feel of her was what he needed, she felt a wave of transformation, feeling a strange peace come over her, a total submission to what was happening. She'd prepared herself for Daddy, and now he was here, taking her ass.
She saw the muscles in his arms flex, and he leaned a little more over her as he pushed in farther. Even after a hour of the plug, a half hour of fucking herself with a dildo almost as large as him, the feelings were overwhelming, crashing bolts of pleasure, intensity of what would be pain except that it was so full of joy. She nodded in a tiny movement, and was rewarded by a smile on his desire-filled face. He pulled back, almost to her entrance, and looked down as he did so.
"It's incredible seeing your little ass take me," he said, simply, "So few women can," and with that, he was driving back in, hard enough to make her legs shake. The glory she felt in him saying that met with the cyclone of sensations he was giving her, and when he picked up the discarded suction toy and put it on her clit she came like a wave crashed over and through her, she had no clue what noises she made in that moment but heard his voice saying, "Yes, come with my cock in your ass like the sweet bitch you are." He dropped the toy on the bed, grabbed her thighs again, and then he was just fucking her, his cock incredibly moving in and out of her ass, every moment of it insanely challenging but bringing with it new horizons of pleasure.
"Daddy's using my ass," she thought to herself, a simple thought that rebounded inside her and she clung to as he fucked her, as his hands moved from her thighs to her breasts, squeezing them hard, tugging on her nipples. She grabbed her thighs in her own hands and held herself open for him, offering herself to him completely. He bucked his hips, his cock going deeper into her ass, and she saw that wonderful moment when his self-control over his body started to slip, when his movements became more feral, his face wracked with pleasure, his words ragged as he assfucked her.
"I'm going to fuck you until I come in your ass," he growled, "You... fuck it's so good." He shuddered out a long, deep breath and she thought he might come right then but instead he just got rougher with her breasts, pulling hard on them, using them as handholds as he fucked her, before moving one hand to her throat and squeezing hard, "Your videos made me so ready for this, need this," he said, his voice almost plaintive for a scintilla of time before returning to his animalistic growl of desire, "Such a hot little submissive fucktoy,"
His breath was pants and gaps, and so was hers, they joined together, masculine and feminine, dominant and submissive, her Daddy's big body over hers as he used her exactly the way he'd told her he would, exactly the way she'd prepared herself. His hand on her throat slid to the back of her head and positioned her to look right into his eyes, his face, as she saw the absolute wide man he'd become from the pleasure he was taking in her.
She urged him on with the only words she had left to her, "Yes, Daddy. Yes. Daddy." He groaned a desperate cry of release, and she felt the thickness of his cock throb inside her and she slipped her hand onto her pussy, a few strokes of her fingers over her clit tumbling her into orgasm too, feeling herself grip his cock inside her ass and causing his sounds to reach a new peak. His hot cum was flooding her ass, she could feel the pulse and jerk of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. His orgasm seemed to last for so long, to go through chapters, verses, starting with absolute dominant need, traveling through astonished pleasure as her ass held him, and finally his eyes going wide, the completion of his orgasm, of his narrative astonishing him with its power.
He remained buried in her for long moments after, his head bowing, chest heaving, his hands unconsciously caressing her breasts, her arms, her cheeks. She smiled, she sighed out a huge breath, and he smiled back. Slowly, he withdrew from her ass, and she felt so completely fucked, so totally owned, that she had submitted on every level and that he had taken everything and given it back. He looked down her body to her ravished sex and ass, back up to her, and bent down to kiss her, their first kiss of the night, tender and searching, as her hands came up to embrace him, to draw him down, wanting to feel his weight on her, the comfort and finality of Daddy on top of his girl.