Taking the Plunge Bk. 02 Pt. 06

He walked me to the house quickly, letting me steady myself step-by-step on the damp stone entrance. I loved holding onto his big arm and shoulder, my heels definitely not made for anywhere but the house, and maybe a stripper pole.

He knew a short code that he typed into the keypad. I hung on him, staring at him, seeing myself so needy and horny from the drive, never wanting to be out of physical touch with him until he's satisfied.

He opened the door for me and I stepped into the entrance foyer and swung around back to him before looking into the house, intending to just drop to my knees right there in the entrance.

"No, babygirl." He caught me, turning me back around forcefully and leading me by my arm past the artwork in the short hallway and into the open floorplan house.

I wanted to take it all in but I wanted him more, I needed him. His lust was visible, tangible, an animalistic need, fully present and unlocked from behind any superego facade, and I wanted that. I loved it, I had engendered it and he was giving it to me as I was to him.

The taste and smell of him during the long drive, the long worship of his cock that I've thought of obsessively for weeks; for miles one of his hands gently stroking my hair as I worshipped him in and out slowly on the highway, lovingly, obediently, honestly.

Yes yes take me Daddy, take me, use me please, I thought as he brought me around a large, smooth dark old-wood support post at the edge of the kitchen area which looked down a few steps onto a wide living room.

I glanced past him, 'Is that a painting?' I thought for just a split second before he stepped in front of me, pushing my back against the post.

"Take off my belt, babygirl."

I reached out to him desperately, oh god yes yes Daddy, my hand moving as fast as I could unbuckling the heavy black leather from the clasp and then stepping to him, almost against him, coaxing it from around his waist, suddenly close enough to hear each other breathing, both panting with lust, I wanted to fall into his arms. 'Wrap them around me for just a second please Daddy?' I begged silently to myself.

But he didn't, at least not yet. He took his belt out of my hands:

"On your knees, angel," he said in a low voice full of want.

I dropped one leg at a time, using my back against the wooden pole to help me slide down, feeling the denim straining against my bent knees, on either side of the wood now and my pink heels behind me. He stepped around the pole behind me, and I almost couldn't believe my eyes.

"Arms behind you now, Trisha."

Almost hypnotized with wonder, I moved my arms behind me on either side of the pole, and Daddy started to tie my wrists together with his heavy strong belt, much tighter than I had done during our FaceTime play.

As he tied me, I gaped at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. It wasn't a painting as I had guessed - it was a forest. Behind the house, the land dropped off considerably with a large grove of old, tall pines, just a few dozen feet away from the back of the house, and at least ten feet up or so was where the window started. I realized that if I wanted to see ground, I'd have to step right up to the window and look down.

Oh wow, Daddy was right, no one but us...and the owls maybe.

He stepped back in front of me and started taking his clothes off. I was overcome with lust, watching him, offering my fuckhole mouth to him, held open wide, pushing out my tongue. I raised my chin, moving my hips, grinding my ass against the pole, feeling Daddy's large acrylic plug pushed into me, my arms tight behind it now, wrists starting to throb under Daddy's belt.

Daddy was glowing; through the windows streamed the late afternoon orange-from-blue winter sunset, but buffered by the trees, long shadows growing. And Daddy now towering above me, thick strong legs...his shirt is off, now his shoes, his pants, he's pulling down his boxers, oh god Daddy yes yes Daddy I love your body, I love your mind, I worship you...use me, please please don't let it stop please Daddy please I give it all to you.

His cock was as hard as he was when he pulled my mouth off of it in his car, about a minute ago.

There was nothing more to say.

He took two steps to me and pushed inside me.

My mouth and my throat finding their place in the world pleasing him, unable and unwilling to put up any resistance now, embracing the submission to him, to lust, to the two jagged pieces of something smashed or crafted that only fit perfectly together in exactly one direction, together through pure desire and transgression.

His thick, angry cock filled my mouth, I closed my eyes as he entered my throat finally. I waited the long drive, and the unbearable month, to feel him again like this. How many times did I flash back to the hotel, fantasizing about it happening more and more and ohh Daddy yes fuck my face, fuck my whore face I thought.

He bottomed out inside me for the first time, pushing his heavy body against me, my mouth held open by his beautiful cock, my suppressed gags echoing in the room over and over...they almost sounded like I was yelling 'more...more...more!' as I grew dizzy with lust for him.

Daddy pulled out slowly after about 20 seconds..ohhh the first pop of his wide head passing back through the entrance of my throat, his cock solid and soaked with streaks of sticky spit from deep inside me. I heard him steady his breathing as his throbbing cock head bobbed just in front of my open mouth.

He had me where he wanted me now, and Daddy was going to use me, not just in the way I had wanted, but in the way he wanted. I guess maybe they are the same.

He stepped away and my watery eyes focused again at distance; the forest was growing dark, still with a darkening orange glow from the very top of the window but I couldn't see into the trees much anymore...it's just us here...

Daddy came back quickly and lifted my chin. I was just keeping my mouth open, wet and receptive to him. He had a bottle of water, room temperature, and he poured me a mouthful.

"You've been working hard, princess, making Daddy happy, and now it's my turn," he said gently but with a little warning in his voice. I gulped down a mouthful; he gave me one more drink, then capped the bottle and placed it down.

He came right back in front of me with his gorgeous huge cock about to have time of it's life with just one hole, one slut - me. Oh my god yes Daddy I accept, I accept...I'll take it all...no more doubts...I'm yours I'm yours...

I felt one of his strong hands on my head, his palm testing my hair, gripping it, taking a handful and pulling it then releasing and a bigger handful. He leaned his other hand against the post, for leverage I guess.

And he started.

Daddy facefucked me, driving his cock inside me over and over. For a while, slowly burying it to the base and grinding right against my face, and then a few short pumps halfway down and up...

Sometimes he was pulling out slowly just to thrust back in and others, with his dripping cock head, teasing it with my throat's entrance pop in, pop out, pop in, pop out, drawing out my moans of sissy lust and emotions for Daddy.

My throat felt stretched and pink, like Daddy's cunt should be. Over and over, he would push all the way down and out again so quickly that my gag would come when he was already out of my throat and a loud echo of my submissive choking would bounce through the room which turned him on so much. Then, gripping my hair painfully, he would push halfway in,

and hold it,

and hold it,

then steadily pump his cock into me, in and out, in and out, using me for his pleasure, to prolong it as long as he wanted to. I loved it all.

He gave me a drink of water every 10 minutes or so, I guess, not really sure to be honest. There was no time anymore, just Daddy, and me, and Daddy's cock and my eager, dripping mouth.

He was throbbing hard now, in that irregular pulsing way that means his orgasm is right up against the wall and ready to break through. We were both deep in our sub- and Dom-spaces, tuned into each others breaths and muscles and movement and minds, and bodies...oh Daddy yes yes please feed me, do it please, bond me to you Daddy, bond us together, make me accept my love for you Daddy I need it and your slut is so fucking hungry, Daddy, I'm so so hungry for you...please please Daddy...

He stepped to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of whisky from one of the wall cabinets, my eyes glued to him turning my head to follow his every step, needing him like nothing else I've ever needed before, his naked body, glistening with sweat from the exertion of using me as I've only dreamed of so many times, taking what I need to give him.

He came right up to me with his dripping cock and I opened my mouth wider expecting him to fuck me again, but I felt a hand on my hair gripping it and he pulled my head back, my mouth open to the ceiling.

I watched him take a drink right from the whisky bottle, the deep caramel liquid bubbling into Daddy's mouth. Then he leaned over me, just a few inches from my mouth and, as he tightened his grip on my hair to keep me from moving, he let it drip from his mouth into mine...oh Daddy...the first sting of the whisky and Daddy Daddy take me, so dirty and hot and lusty, and always with the surprises Daddy, pushing me making me say yes yes yes, Daddy always yes...

He did it twice, and I felt the warmth of the sweet alcohol course through me quickly, as if my body was saying 'get this booze to where it has to go, now,' muscles relaxing, my lust coming out to face me and guide me back to him...and wanting him more, always more, and that cock, Daddy's cock please please...then he swallowed some for himself and placed the bottle down on the floor next to me.

He stepped back to me, and caressed my hair with one hand, gently.

"You're my precious angel, Trisha," he said with more lust than tenderness, but I understood.

I moaned out a high squeal of needy sissy lust, coming from somewhere deep inside me, unable to make words now, my mouth open wide and empty...so empty.

Daddy pushed into me again, making love to me, building to his orgasm, steadily for minute after minute, long deep rapid pumps into my mouth as we became like some biomechanical fucking machine, one part taking all the pleasure and the other receptive in the extreme, lubricated by my deepest spit and desires and my shame and everything I give up for you, Daddy...

I was overwhelmed with the lust and joy of giving in finally, finally giving it up to a man, to Daddy, to him, and with the pain of all my years of repression being fucked out of my sissy head.

I was either yelling 'yes yes yes Daddy!' in my head as he fucked my mouth, or sobbing, weeping in sadness mourning the wasted years of self-denial, of pain that I just could not live with - that Trisha couldn't live with anymore. But those two expressions, they looked the same with my dripping, foaming mouth stuffed with his meaty cock and tears of dozens of hard gags streaking my face.

He suddenly gripped my hair tightly with both hands, planting himself steadily, and thrust into my throat filling me, pumping deep inside me. I heard him call out, "UGHHH!!" louder than I ever heard as he came; Daddy's hot cum spilling into my mouth as his cock head pulled out of my throat for just a split second, but most poured, pumped right inside me, down my throat...swallowing, swallowing around him...filling my emptiness in the way I had asked for, with what I needed to be free, breaking me, making me embrace who she is, who I am.

With both hands, he held my head and open mouth against him, his cock buried deep inside my stretched, grateful throat, as he fed me his last drops, Daddy's cock pulsing with pleasure and satisfaction.

He pulled out so slowly, letting his cock head rest in my mouth as I panted warm deep breaths around it. Then he stepped away from me, leaving his shell of a slut, his broken toy, her heart and throat bruised but happy...the pain makes me forget, it makes our love stronger...

I was out of it, shaking slightly, my head forward, tears splashing on the floor from my eyes, dripping from his whisky-and-lust fueled finishing inside my throat.

"Thank you Daddy, thank you Daddy," I was repeating to myself, whispering in a quiet, sobbing daze, when he came back after washing off quickly in the master bathroom.

He was wearing new boxers and a soft black button down shirt with no collar, the outline of his strong chest and shoulders visible. I felt his hands untying my wrists, then his strong arms under my arms, helping me to my feet, still in the baby pink platforms

It was so strange; I couldn't look at him.

I wanted to of course, but I felt almost embarrassed at myself. Daddy's long, deep facefucking had become so emotional, I felt like a bride who just been deflowered and enjoyed it way too much. After a month of waiting, and so much virtual contact, texts, pictures, videos sent to him, and all the work on my body, and Daddy Daddy on my mind every minute...

"Why don't you go put your things away in the bedroom, and put on something pretty. Take your time, angel." He patted me on my butt, not for pain but in a familiar way, claiming my body as obviously his possession. Daddy's order snapped me back to him and out of my fog of cockwhore lust.

"Yes, D...ahhhhh," I choked on the words, coughing as my cheeks blushed, and he laughed heartily, satisfied with his handiwork, and I hope with mine too.

I rolled my suitcase into the bedroom, took a deep breath as I closed the door behind me, and tossed the suitcase on the bed...oh wow look at everything I brought for this trip. 'All-girl, all-weekend,' said Daddy and I was ready, so ready finally.

I moved my hand to my neck remembering him inside me, closed my eyes and tried to just focus my mind, meditating on a strange calmness that seeped into me now, standing here in my heels and jeans, my face and chest still damp with my spit, the taste of his cock and cum present in my mouth.

We're home, Trisha...

—to be continued