It is a typical Saturday morning. You have just gotten out of bed.
The sound of spatula, pan and sizzle from the kitchen as you see me cooking us up a nice full English breakfast.
Buttered toast, hot sausages, bacon, beans, grilled tomatoes, and eggs with cheese and mushroom, just the way you like them. You walk up behind me and give me a peck on the neck, I smile and turn back giving you one on your forehead.
I ask you to sit down at our table on the balcony, neatly laid out by me, plates, glasses and all.
You do as I bring you all of it, a smorgasbord of delectable delights on this crisp morning. I pour you a tall glass of chilled cold coffee and we sit down to dig in…
The birds are chirping, as we eat, talk and laugh our way through the meal. Soon, with clean plates and the last bite of my toast, I finish up and lean back in my chair in contentment. I look at you, with adoration and a hint of something else flashing in my eyes.
“Clear the table,” I say without any kind of tone or enunciation.
You are a bit startled, but of course comply for no other reason than that I asked.
You stand up and begin to clear your side, before coming around to mine. You take mine away as well, all the while as I look at you with a steady gaze. I sip my cold coffee as you return from the kitchen. I continue to look outside our balcony at the buildings next to our high-rise.
Reaching down, I unzip the fly on my jeans, and pull out my thick and veiny cock.
“Strip,” I say, without even looking at your general direction.
Not expecting it, and yet not sure as to what I had in store, you hesitate.
Perhaps it was you mind hard at work, or the years of training that I had put you through, but the thought of my belly being full, now instantly reminded you to empty my balls.
I look at you now, stroking my hardening cock slowly for emphasis, with full eye contact and a hand wrapped around my meat pole as I stroke it. The visible glisten of my precum now at the dome of my shaft.
You begin to undress, taking your top and little short skirt off, till you stand there, naked at the edge of my balcony. Your glittering eyes, yearning for the chance to have your luscious lips doing something absolutely incorrigible. Full, heavy breasts heaving as their dark chocolate tips harden with excitement. The full bush covering your womanhood as your wide, birthing hips taper behind you at a pouting derriere, jutting out.
I see you now, getting down on all fours as you crawl to me, with your round ass up in the air with almost feline sensuality. You get under the table and rub your face into my thigh, asking for permission to proceed.
I stroke the top of your head with my palm in approval, petting you, as you begin to rub your face up against my shaft. The heavy, musky scent of my precum is intoxicating to you, as you feel a tingling sensation at the back of your neck, making its way to your now painfully hard nipples and an electric slit that is now getting wetter by the second.
I slide my leg forward casually, as you straddle it with delight, rubbing your tits on my thighs, while you gingerly hump my shin. Your face now completely engrossed in the bliss of my manhood rubbing up against it, as you unconsciously purr in satisfaction.
In the years that we have known each other, I had changed you. In the moment that you find yourself now, under the table, naked, at the edge of an open balcony, sucking my cock, it dawns on you, just how much. You have never felt this good, the sensation of your hard tips rubbing up against my denim covered thigh, as your dripping cunt shags and humps my shin. You taste my essence, the manhood that your body desperately craved for so long, now in your mouth as you slobber all over it, pleasing it as you hear my rumbling groans of satisfaction.
Bobbing your head up and down on my shaft, you use your tongue to pleasure me at a greater level of whoredom. As your body transformed under my sexual treatment of you, with bigger tits, rounder ass and an overall whore-like voluptuousness, your mind changed too, learning to please your master unlike ever before. Your life force being fed and nurtured with each second your suck on my hard member throbbing in your mouth.
These words send a wave of pleasure and fear through you. You know you must and that you want this, but to do it and not cum? You would just have to bear it. You nod with my hog in your mouth your drool dripping all over my lap as your hand finds itself between your soaked thighs and bush, your fingers split open your delicate fruit, before I take your chin in my hand, and make you look up at me.
You frantically nod your head as your finger penetrates you, deep within, curling upwards as your cunt is stuffed. The waves of pleasure intensify as you unconsciously begin to hop up and down on it while grinding your clit on my leg, at the same frequency as my cock enters and pulls out of your mouth.
You suck on it so good, creating vacuums that you imagine your wet sloppy cunt would now simulate if my cock were in there.
Right there, in that moment, you feel yourself come close to an orgasm, the scene of you under the table, sucking cock naked with a finger up your cunt as you pleasure yourself, makes you feel like a real whore, with a real whore’s body. The slut that you are wants this and wants me to show you off like this, being a good little whore who does whatever her master desires, begging him to do it more. The wetness emanating from your cunt now dangerously fluid as my groaning rings true in your ears. You are about to make Daddy cum.
Faster and faster you pump my cock with your filthy fuckhole mouth, sucking it as if your life depended on it, as I feel the cum rising to the shaft from my balls, the intense wave of pleasure about to spurt out from my tip and into your mouth.
Simultaneously, you feel your own pleasure rising, the sounds of my imminent orgasm, coupled with the plight you have of having to make yourself cum to Daddy’s lewd abuse of you, makes you drip with shameless indulgence. You could not hope for a better way for Daddy to use you so, to make you his little fuck toy to get his rocks off. To cum inside your pretty little wet whore mouth so that you can clean it up good for him, glazing your big round bimbo tits for it to get smoother and even bigger for Daddy’s next suck-off. You feel the little squishy part in your cunt swell now, as you continue pressing and pulling it, my hand resting on the back of your head, as I push your mouth down on it hard, spurting my hot jizz into the back of your throat with a loud roaring orgasm. The tears welling up in your eyes, as your struggle to breathe, gagging on the full mouth of cock. But you press on, pumping your little wet whore cunt, until you cum too, spasming uncontrollably as your finger keeps snapping up and down in your shivering twitching, cumming cunt, till your clit rubs itself raw against my denim.
Without a single drop to spare, you collapse under the table to one side, naked and twitching, as you swallow my cum at your throat. Licking your lips while the world around you goes dark, and you feel my pull you out from under and pick you up, leading you to our bed for a sleep well deserved.