Daddy's hunger for sluts

I always trust Daddy and don't question His judgement as a submissive bisexual I am always wanting to please Him yet I am hungry for girls, I love go watch Him use and abuse girls. I like to stroke their hair as He hurts them, I like to lap up the pleasures He allows them and I enjoy sharing His cock.

This one is of His own finding and she needs to be abused hard. I have never met her but know we have a lot in common. 

I have been working all day and had headed over to Daddy's. I was told to strip and lie down, whilst a female friend sat entertained at the edge of the bed with a tub of ice cream. 

My legs spread wide, my pussy soaked and ready, I feel like a dirty filthy fuck puppet as She watches me  bucking my hips. I start to find my sweet spot moaning lightly as I build the rhythm. 

He picks up the phone and starts to command the slut on the other end of the line. He looks at me with a wicked yet stern grin and the submission sinks across my skin. The giggling halted and my playfulness frozen. 

Pushing the magic wand against my clit He begins to work it, my hips buck automatically as He reaches my clit and holds it in place. I cry out and want to beg silently I ask over and over again knowing I need to learn to be patient He makes me feel easy and wantingful. 

commanding us both I hear her moan down the phone as He reaches in and grabs my throat, stopping my cries and controlling my breathing. This is how I like it, the brutality making me even more wet. I like it when the choice is taken away from me, Daddy does not ask He simply does. The magic wand squirms at my wet hole as I know what is about to happen. 

Holding it my head becomes light, my breathing still not my own choice, holding it I feel the energy building below. As I cum the air rushes to my lungs the feeling pulses through my body and overpowers my limbs. I'm soaking, and pleasured. Grateful to the evil man i call Daddy! As He growls and commands me, He has taken what is His. 

I'd like to lay like this all evening but we have company and our take away arrived whilst Daddy used me and the slut on the phone. 

He really should set up a Filthy Daddy hot line. 

A few weeks later I find myself standingat the platform as her train pulls in I know it's going to be a filthy weekendbut that’s for another time ...