Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 55

KEIRA’s POV

My body kept buzzing from the intense o****m I had just experienced. F**k! S*x with Clint was always amazing. I would not lie, I had missed this. I had missed Clint so much and I felt f*****g amazing he did not hold back with me.

My body was still riding out my o****m when Clint lifted me up and moved to the sitting room. There, he sat on a couch, while he sat me on his lap so I straddled him.

It seemed he was not done with me yet and I wondered what he had in store for me.

“Keira…” he called softly, rubbing his nose up and down my neck.

I hummed in response.

“I want you to help me get my mind off things,” he confessed.

My ears perked up in attention. Anything for him. Anything for Clint Homer.

“And how do I do that, Clint?”

He placed his mouth close to my ear. “Let me possess your body. Let me do things you have never imagined.”

Excitement zapped through my body like electricity. My p***y dripping from the memories of the last time Clint dominated me. I nodded vigorously like a little child that had been offered candy. I definitely wanted that again.

Chuckling, he turned me around. With both of my legs dangling on either side of his knees, my back against his chest, I was spread open, and from over my shoulder, he had a perfect view.

“Put your arms up, behind my neck,” he instructed.

As I reached and linked my fingers behind his neck, my breasts were lifted, and my nipples, in such overt presentation, hardened. I m****d. “Clint, I—”

“Shh.” His hands ran up my sides and I shivered and squirmed. “Don’t you dare move your hands. And it is Daddy to you.” He whispered.

At last his fingers went to my nipples, skimming over them, plucking lightly. My head lolled on his shoulder, my back arching, straining for a firmer touch.

“You had s*x while I was away, right?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Why?”

Still that tormenting stroking, plucking. “I—I was h-horny for you.” He lightly rolled both my nipples and my h**s rolled on his lap.

“You wanted me to do this?”

“Yes—no!” My fingers gripped convulsively behind his neck. “Harder, please.”

But he went back to just feathering the tips of his fingers over my chest. My control broke suddenly then and I clutched his left hand to my breast. Slap! His palm stung the inside of my spread thigh, hard enough that I was immediately blinking back tears.

“I told you not to move.” His steeliest voice. “Don’t disappoint me, pet.” I had just shakily replaced my arms when he went on, “Why did you do that?”

Pluck, pluck. “I—I could not help it.”

His teeth closed briefly on my ear. A caress? “Why can’t you help but do things like that, pet?”

Oh, gods. “Um. I…”

“Is it because you are an undisciplined slut?”

Unbelievably, I felt more heat rush through me, creeping up my neck and pooling in my exposed p***y. “Oh, please—”

Then he pinched my nipples hard, and held on. “Say it.”

Whimpering, clutching his neck, I repeated, “I can’t help it because—because I am—an undisciplined slut.”

His pinching grip relaxed and my nipples throbbed. He flicked them with his fingernails and the sting took my breath away.

His hands moved to cover the insides of my thighs, one leg hotter than the other, still stinging where he had punished it. I tried to squeeze my legs together but his knees did not give an inch. And then I watched his fingers slide up and rub over my outer p***y lips.

Oh, f**k. “Yes, please!”

“Such a needy cunt.” He pinched my labia between the thumb and first finger of either hand and spread me open.

I nearly lost it. My h**s bucked. I gasped hard. If he would just touch my clit!

“It needs you, daddy. Please, please…” I turned my face into his neck, biting and licking, wanting to writhe with abandon but frozen with anticipation.

But he just rubbed my p***y lips for another long minute, until I did writhe, and when he finally trailed a finger over my clit I felt a couple of tears spill down my cheeks.

“Poor little slut,” he whispered, and gave my clit another brief tickle that had me crying out in frustrated need. He turned my face up to his and I saw the dark desire in his expression. “You think you should get just what you want every time, right away, hmm?”

“No! I won’t! I will be d-disciplined, just please—”

Another stroke over my clit, another pause. Shit and f**k! If he did that just one more time, I would have come! My head thrashed on his shoulder. “You can punish me!” I blurted, desperate.

His hand forced my fevered, teary gaze up to his again. “You really want that?”

I craved nothing beyond his fingers bringing me off, and I cried, “Yes, yes!”

He slid one finger up inside me at the same time as he rubbed my clit in a firm circle and I came so hard I soaked his lap.

“Get on your hands and knees slut…I want you to crawl to me.”

I sank to the carpet, heat coursing to my crotch. I was so ashamed that I was willing to do this for Clint, that I wanted him this bad.

I slowly crawled across the floor, feeling his eyes on me, until I reached him, and positioned myself at his feet.

“I am going to give you the pleasure of sucking on my c**k for a while, isn’t that nice of me?” Clint smirked.

“Yes daddy, thank you.”

“Good. Then get your mouth on my c**k.”

A low m**n escaped my lips as I took his c**k into my hot mouth. I could taste some of his cum already starting coating the head of his d**k. I swirled my tongue around it, licking all over the head, then working my tongue further down his shaft.

I reached one of my hands up Clint’s thighs and got a hold of his balls, massaging them with my fingers, pulling on them, rolling them around each other, and squeezing them gently. Gradually I worked my tongue down to the base of his c**k, and started tracing his balls with my tongue before sucking one into my mouth. I continued working the other one with my hand, now using my other hand to stroke his c**k.

“Sheesh, that feels nice, Keira. I love that. Don’t stop.” He rambled.

Opening my mouth wider to accommodate him, I took both balls into my mouth, sucking on them, running my tongue alternately around and between them while working my hand up and down his shaft.

After several minutes of this, I released your balls from my mouth. I worked my tongue back up to the head of his c**k and wrapped my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth, taking it deeper and deeper into my throat until my lips met his balls.

Again and again I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, feeling his c**k throb against the roof of my mouth. His hand found the back of my head, occasionally grabbing a fistful of my hair.

Suddenly he pushed hard on the back of my head, thrusting into me, driving his c**k deep into my mouth. I felt the head of his c**k explode against the back of my throat, his c**k jerking and twitching, spewing his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed immediately.

In a flash, he stood from the couch, pulling me along until we got to his room. There he provided ropes and had me spread my legs, tying each of my ankles and wrists to a wall post. He tied me in a way I faced the wall.

Next he presented a blindfold, which he placed over my eyes, tying it securely behind my head. I heard him move about for a few more minutes and I wondered what he was doing.

Excitement shuddered through me, until suddenly, a leather belt slashed across my a*s, causing me to jump. “Ah!”

He whipped me with the belt again, setting a steady pace which brought low m***s of desire from me.

Slowly and gradually, he began to bring the belt down a little harder and faster each time until I was whimpering and moaning loudly.

“Daddy please.”

My body tensed with the need to cum. My cunt dripped wet with my juices running down the insides of my thighs and stringing from my cunt to the floor. I whimpered my pleas until he stopped spanking me and rubbed my a*s with his large hands.

“Does my little slut want something?” I asked

And before I could say anything, Clint resumed his assault on my a*s, the sound of his belt slapping against my flesh resonated through the room.

Harder and faster he spanked me, until my moaning and whimpering became a high-pitched wail.

“Daddddyyyyy! Pleaseeeeeee. I want to cum.”

“Don’t you dare.” He growled, instantly stopping the spanking.

I heard the clatter of objects somewhere in the room and heard his footsteps approach me again.

“You love pain, don’t you my little naked whore? That was why you disobeyed me, right?” He asked.

When I wanted to answer, he shushed me. “Shhhhhhhh.” And with a snap, he cut off my ankle . “Don’t make a sound.”

One hand found my waist and he pulled me until I was bending slightly. It did not take long before he stuffed a long shaft into me. It felt too good, almost like his d**k. A dildo.

I was still getting used to the feel of his shaft when I felt Clint’s c**k inside of me. I almost yelped in pain. F**k.

My eyes closed as the pain and pleasure merged, my heels digging into the floor as I lifted my cunt to receive them. They both actually felt good inside of me, and I wished Clint did not ask me to be quiet. I wanted to scream with pleasure.

I panted with need as he held my shoulder and thrusted inside of me. Uncontrollably, I pounded my naked a*s up and down for dear life. Being f****d by a duck and dildo was going to take some getting use to.

I was finally getting my release. I drifted off into a world of my own as my cunt began clutching and spasming around the two c***s. It was enough to trigger the most intense o****m I had ever experienced.

“F**k! yes yes. Give it to me. Yesssss.”

Just like that, daddy. I wanted to say.

I g*****d, remaining just on the verge of cumming, holding my o****m at bay until he gave the word. He continued f*****g me relentlessly until his c**k started to explode inside me.

“Cum all over my c**k, slut. Do it”

My body bucked against his as we both came together convulsing in spasms, and my cunt squeezed every last drop of cum from his c**k until we were both satiated.

Clint released my p***y from the fullness of his d**k and dildo and I saw stars. That was f*****g amazing.

“What do you say, whore?”

“Thank you, daddy.” I smiled at him.

He gave me a passionate k**s and asked me to shower so he can clean up too. I limped to the bathroom, my p***y humming from pain and pleasure. F**k. I wondered if I would heal for days.

I stopped at the bathroom door when I remembered an important piece of information.

“Nothing happened between me and Jeremy. I kept calling your name and he left in anger. But this was fun.” I smiled, turning around and disappearing into the bathroom.