“Oh! Hi, Daddy! What’re you doing …”
“Don’t you ‘Hi Daddy’ me! What were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you trying to get into even more trouble? You know what happens when you lie to me, Princess!”
“No! Please, Daddy? I wasn’t doing nothing!”
“That’s right! You weren’t doing nothing; you were doing something! Something you know you’re not supposed to be doing!”
“I was just … just lying in bed! Reading! Yeah, reading a book!” his wife defended herself quickly, picking up a book from the nightstand.
“And I suppose you were reading it upside down like that?”
“No, of course not!” she said, flipping the book right side up.
“And whose pink scrotum is peeking from under the sheets?”
“Oh! I don’t know how that got there!” she claimed, pulling back the sheet to reveal one of her largest dildoes.
“I suppose it has nothing to do with your disheveled panties and your sweet little pussy showing?”
“Um. No. It doesn’t,” she said, realizing she was losing the argument.
“Princess, what’s our rule about masturbating?”
“I’m not allowed to play with myself unless you’re out of town for a week or more,” she recited with a pouting tone.
“Very good. Now, are you going to keep lying to me? Maybe I should get the hairbrush?”
“No, Daddy! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!”
“Seems like I’ve heard that promise before.”
“Really! I promise! You can take this and throw it away!” she offered, tossing him the dildo.
“And what about the other dozen toys you have?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy! Please? I was just missing you so much! I didn’t know you’d be home early!”
“True, but you knew that this trip was less than a week anyway, regardless of the fact that I’m home a day early! And catching you playing with your pussy, when you know you shouldn’t!”
“You know I’d rather have you in here,” she replied, pushing the gusset of her panties aside and rubbing her visibly wet lips. “But if I can’t have you, then …” she finished, biting her lower lip.
“Show me!” he demanded, handing the dildo back to her.
“Oh, Daddy!? Do I have to?” she said, taking the proffered surrogate phallus from her husband.
“You’re going to get quite a spanking already, young lady. You might avoid the hairbrush if you do as you’re told!” he replied. He loved watching her masturbate, and she usually enjoyed being watched. Hopefully, the threat of the hairbrush would convince her to put on a show for him.
“Alright, Daddy!”
Leaving the dildo on the bed, she started with her fingers inside her panties, something she knew he liked. Seeing her hand disappear under the nearly opaque fabric, her fingers curling as she pushed them in further, and knowing what she was doing but unable to see it directly.
“I’m so wet for you, Daddy!” she said, fully invested in making him watch, the bulge in his tight slacks twitching and knowing he can’t have her now until she’s cum at least a couple of times.
He could see the back of her hand moving in circles beneath the panties that blocked his view, then groaned softly when he could tell her fingers had moved inside by how far into her crotch her jerking hand had moved. Her hand pulled the stretchy fabric to the limit before thrusting back inside. He realized she must have been quite wet when she started, as the squelching noises revealed.
“Ooo, can you hear it, Daddy? My pussy is soaking wet!” she said with eyes still closed, not needing to see his face to know the desire painted there. “Ohhh, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna … I’m gonna … watch me cum, Daddy! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Ohhh, fuucckkk!”
Writhing and panting, her body told of the pleasure coursing through it.
He wanted so badly to rip her panties off and bury his face in her teeming crotch, but he knew she’d do even better next time.
“Mmm, I wish it was you dripping out of me now!” she said as her juice inevitably spread to the pastel floral print of the cheeky panties she knew he loved.
Her fingers resumed the gentle massage of the glistening lips he could only see in his mind. Soft mews say her fingers aren’t enough, but still, they torment him, wanting to see her escalate.
“Mmm! Oh, these panties need to come off, don’t they, Daddy?”
His eyes glued between her legs, he couldn’t wait to see his wife’s perfect pussy despite the hundreds of times it’s been planted in and on his face in a variety of ways and positions. He involuntarily licked his lips as the panties slid down and off too slowly, and he wondered if he’d make it to the end of her performance before he simply must have her in his mouth.
Her eyes opened, knowing he wasn’t looking at her face, and she smiled at his lascivious look, knowing the longer and better she does now will ensure the same when he takes over, though she can’t wait either for the gratification he’ll provide.
The panties thrown aside, her fingers were back in her slit in a flash, traveling the deep valley between her plump lips and spreading them apart just to tease him. Two fingers found their way inside again, but after two quick lunges, she pulled them out and reached blindly for the dildo lying somewhere beside her on the bed.
“Ohh!” she pouted, “I need something bigger and thicker in me now! I wish it was you, Daddy!”
Holding it by the fake rubber ‘sac,’ she ran it lengthwise through her slit, twisting it up and down, coating it with her natural lubrication. Several times, she threatened to stuff it in, only to pull it away, giggling as it resumed twisting between her splayed lips while he groaned in frustration.
“Ooo!” she cooed, lining it up again, but this time pushing the tip in. “Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ungh!” she grunted as it slowly filled her up, an inch or so shy of full penetration. “Oh, Daddy! It feels so good, but you’re going to feel better, aren’t you? Oh, God!” she cried as she pulled it nearly all the way out and rammed it in hard. She repeated the stabbing thrust a few times before settling for a slow but accelerating cadence.
He loved this view he couldn’t quite see when it was him buried in her velvet tunnel. Her outer lips pushed inward on the instroke, and the minor lips clutched at it as it retreated while a froth of her milky nectar accumulated at the opening.
With one hand on top of the other, both hands try to simulate the pounding her pussy would take if Daddy was fucking her, but without his body between her legs, it’s a meager substitute. Still, she could feel the climax coming as her hips rose off the bed to meet each jab of the oversized cock.
“I’m … I’m gonna cum again, Daddy! I’m … I’m cum … cumming!” she cried as a fresh batch of her syrup coated the stiff shaft. She continued with slower, shallower insertions until dropping it between her legs.
He watched her recover with fascination and a bit of jealousy for how much more realistic a woman’s masturbation can be. He particularly enjoyed watching when she’d stick one of her dildoes to the floor or wall with a suction cup and ride it to several glorious orgasms. She always told him afterward that it couldn’t possibly compare to him, and he believed her, but still.
She’d relaxed enough to open her eyes and give him a sexy, little smile, but just as he was about to climb on the bed and take her himself, she grabbed the rubber cock again, reached under the sheets for a bottle of lube she’d hidden until now, and coated the always-hard cock liberally after turning over with her enticing bottom raised high. With her shoulders supporting her, she reached back and, after teasing her rosebud open with her finger, squirted the lube in until it, too, was dripping from her pussy and falling on the bed.
Dropping the bottle, her finger soon disappeared into the tight hole, twisting and gliding to spread the lube for only a few seconds before she was pushing the tip of the dildo past her protesting sphincter. The grimace on her face told of her initial discomfort, some pain even, as she slowly pushed it in just a few inches before reversing direction and starting a slow, almost gentle, in-and-out motion.
He let her continue for a few moments, watching her face to see the pain turn to pleasure, and grabbed the discarded bottle of lube to coat his more-than-ready cock.
Her eyes closed; she hoped he’d take the bait. She smiled when she heard the flip-top cap of the bottle snap shut and then felt the mattress compress under his additional weight. She was practically giggling when he scolded her.
“Such a naughty girl! Fucking your delicious ass with a fake cock!” he accused as he grabbed the dildo she’d left stuck in, pulled it out, and replaced it with his before the gaping hole closed.
“Oh, God!” she cried as the abundant lube allowed a smooth, deep penetration. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I know you’re the only one who should fuck my ass! I’ll get the hairbrush now for sure! Ow!” she yelped with the first smack to her tightly stretched cheek.
“You need a good spanking, too, Princess, and that’s still coming!” he threatened after spanking alternate cheeks each time he pulled back.
A half-dozen thrusts later, he pulled out completely and spanked with one hand while burying the middle finger of the other in her winking anus, a placeholder for now, but surprised her when she felt him pushing into the other hole with one easy push.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried appropriately as both holes were now occupied, one going in while the other came out.
She loved this domineering attitude when he offered it, and this was an escalation of the best of those. Grunting with each punishing thrust of his cock, she was on the verge of cumming again when he pulled out and reentered through the back door again.
Reduced to incomprehensible gasps and cries, he enjoyed leaving her speechless, an accurate portrayal of the state of her blown mind. Random yelps accompanied the patternless spanks landing on her taut bottom. He listened carefully for when she was about to cum before he switched again, this time grabbing the dildo and shoving it into her ass along with his cock in her pussy.
Still wordless but not quiet, the volume of the gasps and grunts elevated quickly, and in seconds the feeling of his load being emptied into her pussy triggered her body’s surrender, bucking and trembling in response to an explosive climax.
The sight of her out-of-control body responding to his unique approach helped to calm him, a source of satisfaction nearly as potent as his own cumming. She was still quivering when he retreated from both well-used holes, setting off another shivering quake in her ravaged body.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said as she knelt to accept a comforting hug from her loving husband. “That was fantastic!” she said, kissing him passionately and adding, “Incredible!” as she lay her head on his shoulder. “You’re not still gonna spank me, are you, Daddy?” she asked with that cute little girl voice that told him that’s exactly what she wanted.
Shifting her body to rest against his left side, he grasped her waist, holding her upright, the slightly pink flesh of her naughty bottom fully relaxed, unlike earlier.
“You know you don’t get out of a spanking that easily, Princess!”
“Yes, Daddy. Ooo!” she yipped with the first of a flurry of sting-inducing spanks to her bouncing bottom. “Oh! Ow-ow-ow-ow!” she cried in a tone that spoke of her desire for more. “Oh, Daddy!”
Wrapping her arms around his chest, she stuck her bottom out, inviting the delicious pain she was afraid he’d forgotten about with the ad-libbed double fucking he’d given her but straightened up again when his hand slipped between her legs. Foreplay finished long ago; his hand grabbed at her crotch, fingers insinuating themselves between her still-swollen lips as he rubbed her pussy roughly.
“Oh, God!” she cried when he stepped up the pace of several spanks to one cheek before switching to the other while his fingers squirmed inside, leaving his palm mashed against the outside. “Oh! Ohh! Hoh! Hoh!” she gasped as her body stiffened in response to the pace of the spanking unlike any before, while his fingers pumped her sloppy wet cunt until the sodden mess was replaced by gushes of clear ejaculate splashing over his hand.
Switching back to hugging her tightly, he always loved the feeling of her quivering body against his after he’d given her all he had. She rested her head on his shoulder, the weight of her slack body in his arms.
“Mmm, I love it when you squirt!”
“Ohhh, me too! You know, it’ll be almost an hour before your brother and his wife get here,” she started with a sensual smile. “Again, Daddy?” she asked, knowing he couldn’t deny her.
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