A Gift for Daddy

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“I brought you a present, Daddy,” Stephanie said, giggling, as we stood on the porch in the run-down neighborhood in the industrial part of town. The man standing inside was in the shade inside of the house and I squinted to get a look at him.”Eyes down,” Stephanie hissed, elbowing me. I did as she said and smiled inwardly. She was usually very submissive and proper when we were together and I felt the power balance shifting already. The door opened and I followed her in. Despite the disheveled city block, this house was immaculate inside and out. This was surprising, for some reason, but the real surprise came when we went down the carpeted stairs to the basement which was a fully-stocked dungeon; a St. Andrew’s cross in one corner, a cage, a wall of whips, paddles, etc. I tried to take in as much as I could with my head down, following Stephanie’s shapely bottom and legs into her Daddy’s domain.I had met Stephanie over ten years before and we had played together many times. A transsexual, I only ever spoke of her in feminine terms. Thus, I never sucked her “cock” per se but I loved the feel of her “clit” in my mouth. She had been in the service of her Daddy for a little over a year. I didn’t know much about him but knew he pleased Stephanie to no end. When she asked me to serve as a present to him for his birthday, I simply had to consent. “Take off your clothes and kneel here,” Escort Çukurambar she said, turning to me and indicating a mat on the floor.The air may have been a little cold but the real chill I got from stripping in front of a stranger. I set my clothes aside and kneeled.”Look upon me, slave,” came a low growl from accross the room. I raised my eyes to see Stephanie kneeling at the side of a high-backed wooden chair. Hell, it was a throne, really. The man sitting there was older, maybe in his sixties, with gray streaking his black hair. He was in incredible shape, his arms and chest well defined. He was shirtless but seemed to be wearing black leather pants that clung to him in all the right places, even while sitting.He turned to Stephanie and asked her, “Are you prepared to come out of chastity to do my bidding?””Yes, Daddy,” she said meekly, barely louder than a whisper. He wore several keys on a bracelet. She stood next to him, lifting her skirt to expose her “clit” encased in a plastic device. He unlocked the base and removed the shell. As soon as the air hit her, her clit began to swell.”Tell Me more about what you’ve brought Me,” he commanded.”This submissive,” she announced, “is a sissy and a slut. It loves to suck cock, eat pussy, and be fucked. Moreover, it loves when you tell it just what a worthless tramp it is. You can demetevler escort see, Sir, that its little cock is getting hard just by my talking about it.””Show Me how much it likes to suck My girl’s clitty,” he said, chuckling.She came to me, her clit tenting her skirt. My eyes went north to her eyes, seeing the mischievous look there. She hiked up her skirt, put her hand on the back of my head, and proceeded to rub herself across my face. My eyes closed and my mouth opened expectantly.”Beg for it,” he said. This sent a shiver down my spine. It was enough to fellate Stephanie, but it was another to admit how much I wanted to do it.And, I wanted it. I wanted to feel the soft skin of the head of her clitty inside my mouth. I wanted to feel the heat of the blood-engorged member. I wanted to feel full of her. I felt empty without it. I swallowed hard, licking my lips, and croaked, “I want to suck you, Stephanie.””What was that?” he said, loudly from across the room while Stephanie continued to tease me, rubbing her clit around my open mouth, like circling a drain.”I… I…. I want to suck Stephanie,” I said. “Please… I… I want it… I need it. Please.”With each “please” I felt Stephanie getting harder.Of course, the pauses and the hesitation were all for show. I wanted to devour her, to pull her into my mouth and pleasure her.She looked dikmen escort bayan to her Daddy and he nodded his ascent. Quickly, I was gifted with the feeling of her pushing past my lips and over my tongue. My lips locked onto her and she began pushing herself deeper into my waiting maw.She found a rhythm and was thrusting her hips in time, fucking my mouth. My eyes were closed and I was loving the feeling of being used by her, especially while being observed by the stately man across from us.Using me in front of her Daddy — and being out of chastity — must have been doing something for Stephanie as well for she was getting near orgasm much faster than I had hoped. I loved the feel of her in me and wanted it to go on for longer but I felt her testicles tightening and heard her breathing deepen.”That’s enough for now, girl,” he said. I was amazed at Stephanie’s ability to stop. She pulled out, a thin line of saliva going from my mouth to her clit momentarily; leaving my mouth feeling emptier than it had ever been.”Did it do well, girl?” he asked, leaning forward on his throne, looking closer at her saliva-covered clit.”Yes, Daddy. Very well,” she replied, catching her breath.He looked at me and said, “Crawl to Me.”I made my way across the floor, moving from the mat to the cold tiling, my erect penis bobbing between my legs as I went.As I arrived at his throne, he stood up. I saw the large lump in his leather pants and licked my lips. “Undo My pants,” he commanded.I unbuckled his belt, undid his buttons, and unzipped his fly. It took everything I had to not yank down his pants immediately.He fished his cock out of his pants and I was hit with the heady smell of man and leather.

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