Ria's Writing: His...Again (Masturbation Monday: Week 202)

This is my first Masturbation Monday offering. I know, it's an egregious oversight on my part. This week's prompt inspired me to write the short story below. As much as I love the image, it isn't Facebook friendly, so I made up my own appropriate meme using a free-use picture. Many thanks to the always awesome Kayla Lords for hosting Masturbation Monday and Kilted Wookie (Zen Nudist) for the beautiful picture, which you can see here. To read all the other Masturbation Monday offerings, just click on the badge below the story.

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Ria ;)

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Warning: if Daddy Dom / little girl roleplaying, D/s, and name calling offend you, please read no further.

His…Again

By Ria Restrepo

It was all so familiar, and yet different. The passage of time had made it more significant. The waiting was more profound, the anticipation more potent. I knelt as I always had for him: on the rug just inside the entryway, naked, my knees spread wide apart so my shaved pussy was in full view, and my arms folded behind my back, my tits jutting out, my nipples already taut and prominent.

The reason for our separation didn't matter anymore—just that he wanted me again. It was heady that he even remembered me after so long and sought me out. Of course, I never forgot him or our special connection, but sometimes life keeps us from what we want most.

Hearing the door open, I lowered my head, my heart stuttering in my chest. His presence was tangible even before I saw him, overwhelming me the same way it always did. There was the unmistakable sound of him setting down his guitar case, followed by another bag. He took a few long strides into the room then stopped.

His drawn-out sigh sounded relieved. "I forgot how amazing you are."

Filled with immeasurable warmth and elation, I wanted to look up at him so badly it hurt. But I held my position, awaiting his command, trying to keep my breathing slow and even.

After what seemed like an eternity, he walked towards me until the only thing I could see were his well-worn blue jeans and scuffed brown boots. He reached down, took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and urged my head up.

Finally, I got to see the man who captivated my soul. His longish hair was more white than brown now and a few more lines enhanced his handsome face. He was the quintessential silver fox. And the fire in his blue eyes was even more mesmerizing than I remembered.

"Why are you here, babygirl?"

There was only one answer. "Because I missed you…Daddy."

He sucked in a breath, his gaze becoming more heated and intense. This was our favorite game. He was my fiercely dominant yet affectionate Daddy and I was his sweetly obedient but sometimes mischievous little girl.

The scintillating chemistry was still there, more powerful than ever. The air could've crackled with the sexual tension arching between us.

He dragged his thumb over my lower lip. "Show me how much."

Not taking my eyes off his, I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to the obvious bulge in his jeans. As I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against his already firm erection, he slid his fingers through my long tresses and gathered a handful at the back of my neck. He just held me like that while I nuzzled his covered cock, putting as much need and longing into the gesture as I felt. His other hand caressed my cheek with so much tender forgiveness that my heart leapt with joy.

Unable to have anything separating us any longer, I unfastened his fly and pulled his jeans down far enough to reveal his blatant arousal outlined in his boxer briefs. A wet spot emerged at the head of his cock and I put my mouth there, lightly sucking him through the soft cotton. His grip on my hair tightening, he released a deep groan that was the sweetest music, even more alluring than the songs he sang.

My lips and tongue traced his length down until I got to the warm softness of his balls and placed another kiss there. Breathing deeply, I filled my lungs with his intoxicating scent. Looking up at him again, I met his heavy-lidded gaze and nibbled my way back up. When I got to the head, I carefully grazed it with my exposed teeth.

Hissing out a breath, he tugged on my hair, pulling my head back and away from him.

"No more teasing, naughty girl." His eyes glimmered with hunger and amusement. "Or I won't let you come."

He knew that was the only threat that held any weight. I was too much of a pain slut to make the promise of a spanking an effective deterrent.

A gave him my prettiest pout. "I'll be good, Daddy. I promise."

He raised an eyebrow, but relaxed his hold on my hair a bit.

Slowly, I pulled his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock so it fell towards me. It was long, hard, and perfect because it was his. The tip glistened with pre-come and I couldn't resist licking him there, savoring his salty essence. His moan made my cunt tighten in sympathetic reaction. I was wet the moment he came into the room. But now I could feel my juices sliding past my cunt lips, sure to drip down onto the rug beneath me.

Wrapping my lips around him, I took him into my mouth, my tongue caressing the underside of his shaft. His hand tightened in my hair again, but he let me take him at my own pace. I leisurely devoured his length until he nudged the back of my throat. Wanting to take all of him, I relaxed into it, ignoring the urge to gag, and swallowed him until my nose brushed his thatch of hair.

"Fuck, babygirl. So good."

Proud that I remembered just how to please him, I lost myself in sucking his cock in long strokes. His breathing got harder and faster with my movements up and down his shaft. When I fondled his balls with my hand, he groaned. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

His obvious pleasure made my cunt throb harder with impatience. I was already so close. It wouldn't have been the first time I came from just sucking him off. But I had to hold off and wait for his permission.

As I watched him, he looked down with a burning intensity. "Do you want my come?"

"Mmm-hmmmm," I moaned around his cock.

"Beg me."

I released him, panting for breath. "Please, Daddy, make me your filthy little come slut again."

It thrilled me being called dirty names, but I was only ever his slut and I always knew he appreciated my selective sluttiness.

When he fisted his cock and began stroking purposefully, I knew what to expect. This was his favorite way to give me his come and I couldn't wait for him to christen me. I relished the tortured ecstasy on his face as he gave a final few strong jerks—just closing my eyes before a warm heavy shot landed across my face. He grunted as several more long ropes painted my cheek, neck, and tits.

Keeping my eyes closed, I wiped away a glob of come from the corner of my eye, then opened them to meet his gaze. As he watched, I coated my lips with his come and sucked my finger clean. Banked desire burning in his eyes, he watched my every movement as I smeared his seed all over my face, neck, tits, and stomach like the eager little come whore I always was for him. I'd bathe in his come if I could.

Just as I reached my pussy, he said, "Come for me, dirty girl."

Only too happy to finally ease the ache between my legs, I slid my come-coated fingers between my slick cunt lips, gasping as I touched my swollen clit. Under his ardent gaze, I circled my tender nub hard and fast. It didn't take long for me to go flying over the edge. I maintained eye contact the whole time by body writhed in bliss, showing him my intense pleasure and utter submission, giving him everything I had to give.

He smiled down at me. "Good girl."

And I was his…again.