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A Sluts Holiday

I had planned to start my slut weekend in earnest on Saturday, but a new follower warranted a change of tack. He was also a member of the club, and I messaged him about meeting up to see where the vibe took us. He was going to be there Friday and Sunday night. There was only one thing to do. I left work, ran a quick errand, went home to shower and I was off to the club. He had expressed an interest in meeting, so I was anticipating the weekend getting off to a great start. Long story short, after our introductions he proceeded to ignore me the rest of the evening. I wonder if he knows what he passed up?

I finished dinner and was contemplating my next move, when a dark handsome gentleman asked to join me at the table. We made the usual small talk while he ate; nothing specific but there was a good vibe. Last year I discovered my affinity for BBC, and this man quickly checked off several of the boxes. As we parted after he finished eating, I knew that this was not our final meeting. I would definitely be seeing more of him...

I wandered the halls and watched a few scenes. The crowd was sparse, so I decided to grab a seat at the bar to people watch and to be seen. After a few minutes, my dinner partner found me again. We walked the halls, continuing our dinner conversation, until we found ourselves at one of the open scene rooms with a chair and restraints. He said that he didn’t like being tied up or restrained and couldn’t understand the appeal. I explained that although I had only experienced light bondage, there was great freedom in being restrained. As a natural sub taking a dominant role in my vanilla life, being restrained turns over all the decision making and “responsible adulting” to my partner. Yes, it requires a great deal of trust in that partner, but the result is very liberating and it’s a great stress reliever.

He smiled and asked what else I liked. I told him that I loved being teased, especially my nipples as they are extremely sensitive. When he asked to see them, I happily lifted my lacy bra to expose my breasts for inspection. He lifted and squeezed them with both hands, sending an electric shock through me and lit the fuse that set my pussy on fire. I wanted more right then. All too soon he released them. I reluctantly slid my bra back into place, exaggerated the cleavage and carried on with the conversation. If that was his way of teasing me, I was going to return the favor. As we talked more, mostly about what his turn-ons were, he brushed his hand across the top of my breasts and asked if I would be interested in going to play. With three simple words, “I’d love to”, my slut holiday adventure was off! He took me by the hand, leading me down the hall to the red playroom. We kissed as we helped each other remove the cotton and lace between us, our hands exploring the smooth, bare skin underneath. Our contrasting tones made it even more erotic.

With all barriers now removed he sat on the edge of the bed, offering his thick black cock to me. I had felt the length and girth through his pants and underwear as we were undressing. I had already imagined wrapping my lips around it, feeling it slide into my mouth and then easing it into my throat. The moment was finally here! I leaned over and took the glistening head into my mouth. I let my lips move over the head and tighten around the hardening shaft before sliding back to the tip. Part of me wanted to tease a little longer, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to feel him pressed against the back of my mouth, stretching my tight throat to accommodate his length and girth. My pussy was throbbing and pulsing with every stroke. I wanted to cum, but even with a trickle of juice from my anxious pussy making its way down the inside of my thigh I focused on pleasuring my first cock of the night. My opportunity for release would come soon enough.

Because the club wasn’t crowded, the usual time limit on the rooms was a little more relaxed and I intended to take full advantage of that. I established a slow and sensual pace. My mouth and soon my throat engulfed every inch of his splendid manhood, over and over again. I could feel his body tense, relax, and then tense again, keeping his own building orgasm at bay. I was proud of myself for the recent improvement in my throat fucking skills. He reached out and began stroking and pinching my sensitive nipples in sync with me devouring his cock. Perhaps he was teasing me, or maybe he thought this would distract me from indulging my oral pleasure. Then he changed the rhythm of the nipple play, only to have me match it with my mouth.

The intensity finally forced a break. He wanted more, but so did I! He stood up and guided me to his place on the bed. I laid back on the bed as he sat beside me and lowered his head to my chest. As he licked and sucked at my stiff nipples, his hand moved deftly to my anxious wet pussy. He explored my swollen lips and my clit, which was standing up begging for attention. As his fingers entered my pulsing slit, I gave in to his gentle assault. Letting go the shuddering orgasm that had been building for so long, I drenched his hand with what felt like gallons of sweet pussy juice. He withdrew his hand as the flood subsided and stroked his beautiful cock with his now well-lubed hand. He then returned to my dripping pussy and fingered me again, asking me to squirt for him once more. I happily obliged and released another deluge of juice over his hand. As the powerful flow slowed to a trickle, he asked if I wanted to cum on his cock. The desire I had felt earlier to have him in my throat had moved south and I wanted to feel him deep in my throbbing pussy. I wanted to feel him stretch and fill my dripping cunt as he had stretched and filled my throat. How could I say no?

He guided me onto my knees and moved smoothly in behind me. He placed the head of his cock at my slit, letting the slick walls draw him inside. He pumped slowly at first, working my cum down the length of his cock. Soon he was fucking me with a slow, steady rhythm, allowing my orgasms to build, release, and repeat. (Note to you, my gentle reader: if a woman can remember how many orgasms she’s had, she hasn’t had enough!) Feeling my pussy relax to let him in, then contract around him as he plunged to his full depth and tighten even more to hold him there, I was in ecstasy. He began to pound me, fucking me harder and harder with every stroke, driving his massive cock deep inside of me, answering my pleas to “give me all of it”. I felt his body tense and his hands tighten their hold on my hips as he made one final fully penetrating thrust. For a split-second the world stood still, then I felt his cock explode inside me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. His cock continued to throb and pulse, pumping my pussy beyond full. I came once again, my greedy pussy milking every last drop from him.

He rolled onto his back beside me and I rolled over next to him. I ran my hands over his chest and legs as my mouth and tongue cleaned his softening cock. (I love the taste of mingled juices!) After a thorough cleaning and several aftershocks, he excused himself down the hall to the shower. I got mostly dressed and with unsteady legs slowly made my way to freshen up as well.

We met in the hallway and made our way back to the bar to refill our drinks. We parted ways, me heading to the smoking lounge, him to the hot tub. We agreed that we wanted to play again, me hoping that it would be later that night. Fate had other plans and although I did see him in passing again, it wasn’t meant to be. I can say that even just once that night was definitely worth it!

I walked through the club observing the couples and singles, watching their interactions and looking for the next opportunity. I was now in full slut mode, ready to be fucked by the next willing cock or indulge the next sexual temptation that came my way. As I made my way around the bar, I saw one of my regular play partners enter the room. It had been several weeks since our last play date, which was not necessarily a bad thing, but had left me wondering if I wanted to continue. Tonight, I didn’t care about that. I had already set my mind to fulfilling my slut fantasies. My throat and pussy were craving more, so his offer to find a room was quickly accepted.

The play between us had become fairly predictable, but I was hoping to change that tonight. Within a few minutes of our usual undressing routine (mostly us taking care of ourselves) he was positioned behind me, stroking my recently used pussy with his thick black tool. I was enjoying the wave of each orgasm, soaking his cock and balls with the combined cum of me and my previous partner. He rolled onto his back for a short break and I took the opportunity to stretch my throat a little more. He relaxed as I slid his thick cock into my mouth and I was soon working him deeper and deeper into my already stretched throat. I could taste the mix on him from my previous tryst and it sent a shiver through me from the recent memory. It’s a slut’s dream come true!

I was pushing my own limits, both as a slut and as a cocksucker with him tonight. I took him deeper and for longer than I had ever done before. Our previous encounters had all ended with a glorious creampie, but tonight I wanted fed and I was pulling out all the stops to make that happen. After an intense period of throat fucking, I stopped. This was to clear my throat, catch my breath and get a bit of water, but there was more to it. His breathing hadn’t changed, there was no verbal affirmation and I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or just bored. However, that was his normal response to oral so obviously he just isn’t a fan of it. From that point forward I focused on my other slut desires. I chose to just be a fucktoy for the remainder of the scene and focused on my own pleasure, knowing that he would be happy just breeding me. He IS a big fan of creampies!

I rolled onto my back and waited for the long, thick cock to once again send my body into orgasmic spasms and to ride each wave for as long as I could. He came soon after that, depositing his load just inside my well gapped pussy. How good it felt having my pussy used as a cum dump for the second time, and how excited I was fulfilling my slut fantasies at last!

He quickly got up, stepping back to admire his handiwork, and grabbed a towel to clean himself up before I had a chance to move. It was then I realized that he had been so anxious to view my pussy leaking his cum, that he had taken quite a bit with him and deprived my pussy, as well as my mouth, of his full load (again). Although I usually enjoy cleaning up the mess I make, his previous reaction to my efforts had left me a bit relieved that my talents wouldn’t be further wasted. I instead reveled in my slutty satisfaction, getting partially dressed to make my way down the hall to the bathroom.

After getting myself cleaned up and somewhat presentable, I returned to the bar for water and headed to the smoking lounge, contemplating where to go from there. I was on a quest to find my first partner to see if he was ready and willing for another round. I wandered past the bar, hot tub and hallways, but he was nowhere to be found. It was getting late, so I took my leave and headed home. After all, I had another slut adventure already planned for tomorrow.

SATURDAY

I took the opportunity to sleep in a little and enjoy the feeling of my still stretched throat and pussy. I’d been chatting with a young bull online and we had a meet & greet once before. J and I met at a local park, but it seemed like everyone else thought that would be a good idea as well. Sadly, there was no opportunity to play that day. We talked and got to know each other and have been flirting since then. Now was the time to put things into motion.

I contacted him to see if he was available for a play date. He had plans for later in the evening but wanted to meet up in the afternoon...perfect! We made plans to meet at a different part of the park...lots of trails and secluded spots. My pussy was still wet and throbbing from the workout the night before, but the prospect of another cock sent her into overdrive. While I had not had the opportunity for a taste during our first meeting, I did get to touch, and the promise of what lie ahead fueled many fantasies.

We met at the park and took a short drive to the walking trails. We rounded a curve in the path and found the perfect spot, secluded from the main trails – far enough away from prying eyes but close enough to perhaps get caught. Another two of my favorite things – the great outdoors and the element of possible discovery. There was no stopping me now! Every step along the path was one step closer to what I was wanting... needing.

I turned and kissed his full lips, hands sliding over his chest and the back of his slim frame. My hands found their way to his long thick cock, already awakening under his khaki shorts. I sat on the grass still stroking him as he undid the button and zipper to allow access to my special treat! He sat down beside me, and we kissed as I freed his cock from the cotton restraint. Softly, firmly, I explored the length and girth of his throbbing member with my fingers. I could feel him getting even more aroused under my fingertips. I made mental notes of his response to each stroke and slight pressure change – all the places to explore and exploit with my tongue.

I caressed the tip of his rock-hard cock, spreading his precum over the head and sliding my hand down the sizable shaft to his heavy balls. As I gently squeezed and tugged at his firm sac, I slid down beside him and began licking off the salty precum. Slow deliberate circles around the swollen head, taking it into my mouth to then slide my lips back to the tip. With every stroke of my mouth, I engulfed a little more of his cock, using my tongue and lips to tease the sensitive areas I had discovered before. The deeper I took him, the more I wanted... deeper and deeper until the huge head was pressing at my throat, begging to be let in.

I relaxed my throat and took him in, slowly moving in and out, stretching a little more each time. I’d come up for air, bringing my lips to the tip of his cock, and then slide him in deeper, throat fucking him for a bit and then repeat. After the third pass, I was finally able to give him a long and proper throat fucking. I continued, stopping only to catch my breath, teasing his big, black cock the entire time. I was enjoying the sensations, the taste of him and at the same time fighting my own urge to cum. I only wanted to be fed! I wondered how long he would make me wait to feel his hot, thick cum flood my mouth?

I asked for a short break to catch my breath and get some water, before I began the next round. I was soon ready to once again feel that hot flesh between my lips, sliding into my throat, but he had other plans. He told me that he wanted some pussy. Who was I to argue? I again expressed that I really wanted to be fed today. He acknowledged my wish but confidently said that he was going to fuck me first. Well...okay...the opportunity for me to cum all over his beautiful cock was too much to resist and it would have been very impolite of me to refuse. ??

Our grassy spot had a bit of a slope to it, creating the perfect angle for a fuck from behind. I wiggled out of my shorts, bent at the waist, and with my hands and feet on the ground offered him full access to my dripping slut cunt. J was already positioned behind me, and immediately started rubbing the head of his cock between the swollen lips of my pussy. We aligned perfectly. He began to slowly fuck me, driving a little deeper with each stroke until I could feel his stomach pressing against my Irish white ass. I wish I could have seen it from a spectator’s point of view! As much as I wanted to hold off my orgasm, the second I felt him fully inside and against me I came, hard. Even with his considerable length my orgasm was so intense he had to grab my hips and pull me closer to keep me from squeezing him out. I could feel my juices leaking around his cock and from my angle I could see it slowly dripping from his still heavy balls. With my first orgasm subsiding and my now-gapped wet pussy offering little resistance, he began pounding me harder and harder. I felt another orgasm building and let him know as much. I still craved to be fed. While I truly enjoy the feeling of a cum-filled pussy, that was not my mission today. I was afraid that the strong spasms of my pussy around his cock would push him over the edge and the opportunity would be lost.

He grabbed my hips again and gave three short but powerful full thrusts. He pulled out as my pussy exploded and moved quickly to my side. As soon as I closed my lips around the head of his cock, my mouth was pumped full of the salty sweet treat I had been craving. When the first blasts subsided, I began stroking his stiff cock with my mouth, milking all that delicious cream from him and savoring every drop of it on my tongue. I swallowed my reward and proceeded to clean my juices from his softening cock.

As we dressed and prepared for the walk back to the car, we chatted about our next meeting. It was a three-day weekend after all, and there were still two days left. He reminded me that he had plans for that evening, so we discussed a meet up for the next day. We had established a level of trust, so this time it could be at my place and there would be less restrictions on my part – he could feed or breed this slut as he wished. I was secretly hoping for both. He said he would check his schedule and let me know. We parted ways and I returned home, grateful for the night off to let my body revel in, and recover from, the exertions of the last 24 hours. This slut would get even more elated as the evening progressed and found that my dance card was quickly filled again for the next day.

I arrived home showered and prepared for a quiet, relaxing evening. While thinking over the events of the last two days and amazed at how far I had come in my slut journey, I received a text from another play partner. Daddy introduced me to S early in our relationship and he is a trusted member of the circle. With that, S and I have more leniency in setting up our own play dates, as long as Daddy is kept aware of our plans. I texted him earlier in the week to set up a play date but had not heard back from him and was about to offer a raincheck for another day. He just invited me to his house on Sunday night! We always have intense sessions, and the anticipation of our next one quickly gave me shivers. S and I also have a very comfortable non-play relationship, so just hanging out together is always nice too. I had just confirmed the time, when I received another text from J wanting to play again tomorrow afternoon. I finessed the logistics and headed to bed with two play dates set up for the next day!

SUNDAY

I woke up way too early today. I put on some coffee and laid back down while I waited for the magic bean juice. My throat and pussy were still pleasantly sore and feeling well used. I was tired and yet invigorated from my slut escapades. I thought about what today held in store and it was impossible to lay still. When the coffee pot alerted me that my “get up and go” was ready, I fixed myself a cup and began my day. There were a few chores to do, and I needed to get a bag packed, since I was likely spending the night with S.

The morning went too quickly. At noon I texted J and sent directions to our meeting place. My place is off the beaten path, and it was easier to meet him there and chauffeur him back to my house. Meeting time was 2pm and I was anxiously awaiting our next encounter. Our outdoor tryst the day before had been short, but very satisfying and both of us were eager for more, this time in an uninhibited setting. J is truly a man of few words and by the time we reached the house, most everything had been said and we were both ready to “do”. We started shedding clothes as soon as we walked through the door. We laid on the bed, kissing, touching, and letting our mutual desire guide us to the next adventure.

As he began kissing and licking my nipples, I reached down and stroked his awakening cock. I recalled the sensitive places that I slyly found the day before and took advantage of that knowledge, slowly teasing and exploiting each one with my touch. I then shifted down and savored the taste of his pre-cum, feeling his young cock stiffen and swell even more, filling my mouth completely and once again pressing at the entrance of my throat. I relaxed and took him in, pushing past my gag reflex and swallowing him deep. I was enjoying the now-familiar feeling of taking every inch of his black monster, when he asked if he could fuck me again. He didn’t have to ask twice.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, offering him my soaking wet pussy. He gently pressed the large head to my swollen lips. As he entered me, the feeling was overwhelming, and I exploded. An audible geyser of juice gushed out of me. I pushed back on to him as the first wave subsided, the walls of my pussy pulsing around him.

We took our time, falling into a steady, pounding rhythm. J thrusting into me, and me pushing back until he was fucking me with the full length of his 9” cock. Every few strokes, he’d pull out to the very tip, allowing my pussy to release another flood of cum, and then return to our prior rhythm. My orgasms were nearly nonstop by now. We continued this way until eventually I felt him tense and drive his cock deep in my pussy filling me with his massive hot load. He stayed within my depths, his cock remaining hard as he worked the thick cream into every crevasse. Young studs and their stamina are a wonderful bonus for an insatiable slut. When he finally withdrew, I could feel the cum begin to slowly leak out of me. The escaping thick cream triggered small tremors all over my body. I spun around and began cleaning our juices from his glistening hard cock. I sucked and licked every inch, savoring the salty sweet goodness, massaging the shaft with my tongue, keeping his cock rock hard.

He gently nudged me away, guiding me back onto my knees and resumed the steady rhythm from mere moments ago. He wasn’t done with me yet! Thrusting into each other once again, I could not stop myself from begging to be fed. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth again and suck until he began to soften, teasing the last drop of cum from his balls.

We both took our time enjoying the sensations of each other, reveling in the second round of intense fucking, prolonging the orgasms building in both of us. I continued my requests to be fed but enjoying the feeling inside my pussy too much to stop him outright. What is a slut to do? After what seemed an eternity and a split second all at once, he pulled his cock from my pussy and directed me to turn on my side for my reward. The first drops hit my chin before I could get my mouth in position to receive his second full load, but I quickly engulfed the head and began sucking vigorously, fulfilling my craving and milking the last drops of cum from him. I wiped my chin and licked my fingers, not wanting to waste a single drop.

We both collapsed back on the bed, pleasantly exhausted, breathing heavily, and enjoying the aftershocks running through our bodies. We talked for a little while about nothing and everything. I caught a glimpse of the clock and realized that I needed, albeit reluctantly, to send him on his way. I explained that I had dinner plans, thanked him for my early dessert and we parted. Little did he know this slut had a fresh dick waiting for her.

I already had my overnight bag packed. I showered quickly, careful to only wash the outside of my still throbbing pussy. I wanted to prolong the feeling of the thick cream that had just been deposited deep inside me. S requested that I wear only a sundress and I was secretly hoping to feel yet another cock inside me before dinner. As I drove to his house, it was as if I could feel the cum in my pussy shift with each turn in the road. My mind raced and each thought increased the dampness between my legs. Would there be some prep in the kitchen? An appetizer on the deck? Maybe dinner would have to wait, and we’d share our own dessert first. The anticipation of what was in store for me was driving my slut brain crazy. I constantly shifted in my seat, trying to silence the pleas from my lap. I wanted to cum again so badly, my body tensing with every bump in the road. I was forcibly willing myself to contain the orgasm until my pussy was once again getting impaled by another enormous cock.

I knocked on the door and stepped inside – right on time. I was greeted with a hug and a kiss. An invitation to the kitchen for a drink. Damn it, just a drink. Did he know how thirsty I really was? To the deck for a cigar at sunset...leaning over the railing to view the river and offering him a nice view as well. Did he know I was wetter than the river? My hopes of getting any action before dinner were sinking faster than the sun. I made a few suggestive comments as we fixed our dinner plates and settled in to watch a movie while we ate. We chatted during the movie, but I wasn’t prepared for the slow steady breathing that signaled my evening of play had fallen victim to Morpheus. As much as I hated to admit it, my escapades of the last three days also began to catch up with me and I drifted off to sleep as well. We both woke up around 2am and headed to bed. I still had slight hope of a quickie before we fell back to sleep but convinced myself to be satisfied with the potential of “breakfast in bed”. We tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, and finally realized the reason for the restlessness. We were both naked, horny, and didn’t have to be up for work in the morning. Apparently, the power nap is what we both needed. So, with a few words and the knowing glance of past experiences, we headed to the playroom. I was getting wetter with every step.

We crawled into the middle of the huge bed, naked and enjoying the feel of the other’s familiar flesh. S knows that my nipples are always sensitive, and he was taking full advantage of teasing them. His trademark devious smile should have tipped me off to his playfully evil plans. Our comfort level, and knowing I was safe in his hands, heightened my anticipation level even further. He was forcing me to suppress, for a little while longer at least, the orgasm that had been torturing me for the last several hours. I tried several times to get a taste of his impressive white cock, but each attempt was met with a sharp pinch of my nipple redirecting my attention to the pain and pleasure he was giving my chest. I finally realized that he was determined to have me for his fucktoy tonight and I was quite alright with that. The next time he pinched my nipples, I gave in and the orgasm I had been holding in for so long gushed forth, drenching the towels beneath me.

As my spasms subsided, he guided me to my knees. I adjusted my position, preparing myself for the intense fucking I thought I was about to receive. I was resting my head on my arm, waiting to feel his huge cock wedge inside, stretching and gapping my slut pussy. I was not expecting him to reach between my legs and hastily rub my clit, unleashing another flood of juice, but it was a pleasant surprise. For a moment, I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings and drew my first deep breath to recover from the unexpected orgasm. He had been beside me during the initial surprise attack, but now he was suddenly behind me, thrusting his cock deep inside me, still stroking my clit and releasing wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

He toyed with me for the next two hours, making me cum almost continuously, either by the touch of his hand or the pounding of his cock (sometimes both). My pussy was stretched and filled as he fucked me deeper and deeper. We would stop occasionally, allowing me to catch my breath, get a sip of water and a smoke. No sooner had my full body tingles subsided than he was behind me again, stroking me with his hands and cock, triggering another round of nearly perpetual orgasms. He coaxed every drop of cum from my drenched pussy. As I reached orgasmic subspace, he pressed himself deep inside and I felt his cum fill my well used, throbbing cunt. I rolled on to my back, completely exhausted and relaxed, still quivering with endless aftershocks. I was allowed to give him a quick clean-up. He then continued to tease, no, torment my nipples; watching as I calmed from one aftershock and then brushing or pinching them, starting another wave of convulsions that I was too happily satiated to hide. The last pinch caused me to curl into a fetal position. I was completely spent. He said he was going to go watch some TV. Since my legs were in no condition for me to walk anywhere, I opted to stay right where I was.

Regaining conscious thought, I slowly uncurled, stretching my back, arms, and legs. My body felt so heavy. I sank into the bed, letting the tingles course all over my skin. My spirit, on the other hand, was flying high – I was reveling in the release. Not just the physical release of the pent-up orgasms that I had been holding back. Not just the release of the everyday responsibilities that had been my norm for far too long. No, I was also reveling in the metamorphosis of Rowan. I thought about who she was just a few short years ago, who she truly desired to be for as long as she can remember, and who she has finally become. Now there is someone in her life that not only allows her to be herself, but also encourages her. Daddy gives Rowan the freedom to be the true slut she longs to be and provides the safety that makes it possible. I thought about how she would react in any given situation and how she would take those experiences and let them guide and shape her going forward; how she would use them to evolve. Now here she was at last, and she is exactly who I had wanted and dreamt of her to be! I closed my eyes, small tremors still reverberating through my body from the recent thrill ride. I felt at peace and drifted off to blissful sleep, thinking and fantasizing about what would (or could) happen in the morning.

MONDAY

I woke slowly, still reeling from the night before. I had been well used and fucked until I couldn’t move and could barely think. It was glorious! I felt like I had slept for half the day, so I was very surprised to find that it had been less than four hours since I had collapsed into a quivering puddle. I lounged in bed for another half hour or so, enjoying the inner peace and utter relaxation that had taken over me. My very generous host was still sound asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen in search of coffee. Once the machine was happily bubbling away, I stepped out onto the deck. The brisk morning air had my skin tingling and made my nipples stiff. They were still tender from the night before, thus adding to the sensations. I was ready to cum again, but all in good time. My anticipation was rising like the sun. I just sipped my coffee, enjoying the edge and waited for Round Two.

My cup was empty, and I turned to go inside for a refill. I was met at the door by S, sipping his own cup of coffee and heading out to enjoy the view from the deck. After a good morning kiss and getting my refill, we sat and chatted about our plans for the day. I was heading to a family picnic in the afternoon. He debated between running errands and going fishing. By the time we finished our coffee, a third option for him surfaced, and he was “ready to go”. How could I refuse the opportunity for breakfast in bed? We walked back to the playroom, and it was time to repay him for the night before.

I laid beside him and took the head of his cock gently into my mouth. I caressed him with my lips and tongue, savoring every inch of his awakening manhood. It grew longer and thicker as I began a slow, steady rhythm, taking a little more with each pass, licking at the base and massaging his balls, withdrawing only to tease around the thick head. I was going slow, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible for both of us. I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth – the soft sensitive flesh responding to the touch and pressure of my tongue. The hardening shaft was begging for even more attention as my tongue was flicking along the sides. He was responding to the slightest change of pressure, angle, touch and taunting the entrance to my throat. I was momentarily lost in my own pleasure, enhanced by his moans of appreciation.

My sudden urge to release the orgasm that had been building all morning brought me back to the moment. I wanted to feel him completely in my throat, I wanted to cum, and I wanted both to happen at the same time. I pressed his cock to the top of my throat, drew a deep breath, exhaled, and pushed the huge head past my gag reflex. I relaxed and let my throat expand to take as much of him in as I could. I pumped the head in and out of my throat, relaxing the muscles to take him deeper and deeper. I’d stop for a quick breath and begin again, engulfing more and more until I was accustomed to his girth. I was throat fucking him with ease until my lips could press firmly against the base of his cock. This was the moment to release my pent-up orgasm. As I came, I heard the sharp intake of air and a guttural groan that signaled he had felt my release as well. Although my mouth was full, I was all smiles on the inside!

I continued to take him to the brink of orgasm and then back off a little to tease him. He asked for a break, and I was happy to do so, since that gave me one also. I also knew that I was delivering to him the same level of intense pleasure that he had provided me the night before. When he was ready, I began again. Slowly at first and then increasing pressure and intensity, until I was again sliding him in and out of my throat. My efforts and pleasure were soon rewarded with a mouth full (several mouthfuls, actually!) of the sweet and salty nectar that I had been craving. I held him in my mouth, using my tongue to milk every drop from his throbbing cock. As his orgasm subsided, he relaxed back into the bed. I continued to gently suck on his cock, feeling him soften against my tongue. Suddenly, his whole body was wracked with the deepest shudder, and I knew that my oral skills were deeply appreciated. I moved up to lay beside him. He was still shaking slightly, mumbling something about “sucking out his soul”. I smiled, having pleased him so well and knowing that for my final adventure of the weekend, Daddy would be very proud of his little slut!

Postscript

S recovered more quickly than I had, and we meandered back to the kitchen for coffee and then out to the deck. To my surprise, I received a video call from Daddy following up on both of us! Daddy instructed me to go over to the railing of the deck and cum again, which I did with absolute pleasure. I think S was quite surprised by this but accepted it as normal. I did as I was instructed, giving S a very good view of what was happening; I could hear him regaling Daddy with his thoughts about the last hour or so. When I was finished, I returned to join in the video chat, immediately showered with praise from Daddy. I love to hear the pride in his voice and see the smile on his face. He has been with me on every step of this journey, always with the greatest support, admiration, patience and love. I have always done my best to please him, even throughout my training, always pushing myself further to make him proud of me. This moment – seeing him beam with pride, still encouraging and supporting me in a way that no one had ever done before – this moment is my true reward.

If someone had told me two years ago that this would be my wonderful and amazing life, I would have told them they were crazy. I owe Daddy everything for not only allowing me to live the life I’ve always wanted and couldn’t have, but for teaching me how to achieve it and encouraging me to do so. Daddy has my unending love, support and respect for all that he has given me.