The Struggle

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Posted by TheUnwrittenChapter in Short Stories on November 20, 2009  |  0 Comments More from this author  |

“Whatcha doing baby?” you ask me as you come out of your son’s room. “Nothin,” I reply, not even looking up, sitting up on the couch in my new silk grey and red playboy boxers and a wife beater. My head, feeling lighter from the braids you just put in earlier that day. You walk out in that long pink, polyester & nylon slip I like, looking incredibly hot with your hair gracing your shoulders. I pretend not to take notice, but in the back of my mind, seeing your every move As if the eyes had move to the back of my head to continue to watch you walk. “Thank you for doing the dishes,” you said sounding surprised as you waked into the kitchen. “Yeah, no problem” I say, still sounding disinterested, pretending to focus on the late night TV shows as I flip though the channels.

You walk over and kiss me on the check, in which I semi respond. You sit on my lap, and kiss my lips but I break away from your kisses. “Babe, I’m trying to watch TV”, I say in a whiny voice and kiss you on the forehead. You gasp, as you try to snatch the remote from my hands and I fight to hide it behind my back. “Daddy says not tonight,” I say sternly as I stare you in the eyes. You push off of me, mad as hell I expect, and begin to storm into the bedroom. “Of course,” I begin in a suave tone, “you can always change my mind”.

 

I hear your footsteps stop. You retrace your steps and I feel your eyes burn into the back of my head. I turn my head around and look at your face – so angry, pouty lips, eyes of death, a cute, sexy face all in one. Your eyebrow rises as if to ask me ‘How?’ and I just smile. “Work for it”. I found my voice dropped an octave and you responded exactly how I hoped you would.

“Remember, you asked for it,” seductively you say as you walk around the end table back towards me. I scoff at your threat. Cocky and confident in the fact that by the end of the night it’ll be you who will be begging me to stop.

“Watch your TV” you order me as you stare into my eyes. You straddle my lap, and wait for me to take my gaze off you before you begin to bite on my neck. I begin to move my hands to hold your arms, but you force my hands back down to my sides. “Sit on them,” you commanded. “Why,” I said with a smirk on my face. It’s cute when you think you can tell me what to do. “Because I said so”.

“I don’t have to,” I said, once again trying to raise my hands up. You bite down on my neck and drive my arms down with impressive force, much stronger than the push before.

“Sit on them. NOW,” your voice a mixture of aggravation and sternness. We stare at each other for a moment, attempting to stare down the other’s stubbornness. After another short moment, I maneuver my hands beneath my ass, and go back to watching the TV. Your tongue begins to slowly trace the side my neck, from my collar bone to my earlobe. Slow, deliberate, your hands creeping up inside my shirt, nails lightly grazing my ribs, the slow, sensual touching almost enough to distract me from the television. I take my eyes off and focus on you, which in return made you stop. “Watch your show baby,” you said in a tone mocking me; making me regret the fact that I gave you ammo to use against me. I lean forward to try and kiss you, but you pull away. “No,” you say as you look me square in the face. She’s serious, I think to myself, and return my eyes back to the screen. Two points for you, one for denying me my kiss and two for teasing me. Damn the weaknesses. As you slide down my leg, I almost jump out of the chair as your bare, smooth, cunt presses and rubs against my thigh. Another deliberate move no doubt, letting me know that underneath the slip is nothing at all. I quickly glance down at you, sliding off of me, biting, nibbling, and teasing every inch along the way. You’re eyes are staring back up at me, so I quickly look at the screen. I don’t want you to stop.

You nibble at my boxers, which is now starting to reveal the real reason I’ve been sitting on this couch with a pillow covering one side of my leg. You move the pillow, kissing the dildo though the silk, treating it as the most precious thing, careful kisses, caresses with your mouth.

I look down at you; your eyes closed, and watch you as my heart begins to beat faster. My mind races with a million thoughts, one in which almost convinces me to lose my hands and take over. But you must have read my mind, because you eyes darted back up at me. One last kiss and you stopped. “Come on! You’re kidding me!” I exclaiming, but you do nothing but look at me, one eyebrow raised, holding a part of me in your hands. I breathe a heavy sigh and stare at the screen, in which I have no idea what’s going on. “My, my, you naughty little boy,” you say in amusement. I close my eyes for a second and smile, and then return to the screen. I laugh to myself as I remember the strawberry flavored condom I also hid in my boxers as a treat for you. I hear the wrapper make a noise as you rip it open with your teeth. You damn whore, you know exactly what you’re doing don’t you? The men before me have made you a pro at this I think playfully in my head.

Never learning my lesson, I glance down at you, taking the condom into your mouth, and rolling it up on my dick, being very careful not to tear it. The site of it is enough to get me off alone, but you take your tongue and make circles around the tip. “Mmmh,” you softly moan. “But you taste better,”

I tilt my head back with a slight scoff at the remark. When I tilt my head back down again, I meet your eyes for a brief moment. Your eyelashes flicker in acknowledgement as you went back to concentration on my dick. I watched as your tongue did a thorough inspection of the shaft, licking in long strides, sweet, short kisses as a stamp of approval of places already checked. I watched with my might open as you took the head into your mouth, your hands holding my arms down, fighting against my urge to raise them up. After I give up struggling, I let go into watching you work, further up, and taking in more, my gaze transfixed on that pretty little head, taking such a long, thick, cock. You let go of one of my hands and grip the shaft, making sure I felt it move, maybe more so with every more you made. The bas pressed up hard against my clip, making me release a small groan, one I’ve been trying to repress to show I’m not interested.

My consciousness got lost in the moment of your head bobbing up and down my shaft, the pressure building, the friction increasing with each move, making it all as one, a part of me, and the feeling of it just grew too intense for me to watch. I tilted my head back, enjoying the pleasure you were providing me, work for it indeed, as you went faster, rubbing against me, the friction slowly making me lose control. You drive me insane, and before I knew it, my hands are in your hair, pulling you closer to me, squirming so much on the couch trying to push myself deeper into you. Right when you’ve driven me to a point where I’m about to explode, you yank your mouth off and stop.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” I yell, my head still hanging backwards, eyes in the back of my head. “Why the hell did you stop?” I asked, almost in tears. You smirk evilly at me, pulling my hands out of your hair. You stand up, straighten your slip, and tell me “Shhh…don’t wake the baby,” With a huge grin on your face, you skip into the bedroom.

I laid there on the couch, heart racing, frustrated as hell. No idea what I was going to do to you, maybe punish you the way you like it… paddles? Whips? Perhaps just my hand. I waited until my body regained itself, debating whether to finish the orgasm you started, pulled my boxers back in place, condom off, turned off the TV, and slipped quietly into the bedroom.

“You are so wrong,” I whisper as I pin you against the wall.

“Just doing what daddy asked,” you said after a few moments of kissing.

“Congratulations, you’ve got me all worked up,” I said sarcastically. Now, finish me,”

“Or what?” you said in a bolder voice.

“You can’t handle it if I told you,”

“So full of shit, all you do is talk. You’re just a big teddy-bear. You’re bluffing,” I fight to repress the smile, the smirk that would give away my secret. The secret that Nope, I have no idea what I’m going to do. But I failed, and you gloated at my smile and began to gleefully walk to the bed.

I pull you back, grab and hold your arms down, and kiss you hard. Just as you relax into the kiss, I lay my hand hard on your ass. You gasp quickly, a little shocked and just smiled at me. “Fuck me,” I demanded and you just stared at me. You shake your head and try to walk away towards the bed. I race towards the princess bed, pull you down with a force hard enough that you land in the perfect position, ass hanging off the bed. I struggle for second, afraid that I might have hurt you, but you give no signs of pain. You try to turn over, but I quickly slap your ass again. You let out a soft groan, and I give your ass another hard smack. I get behind you, pressing myself against your cunt, and begin to spank you, with quick hard slaps, one side then the other, not noticing that my hips have developed a mind of its own, and began pumping into you with each smack. “When-daddy-tells-you-to-do-something-you-better-do-it”, I said between hits and you squirmed from the pain. I calmed down, watch you move on the bed, “Yes Daddy,” you let out a repressive sigh and I lightly trace my marks with your finger tips. I stick one finger into you, watching your body pull up in response. I enter one more finger, then another, pumping them in and out of you. I slap your ass again, but this time, lightly rubbing and dragging my fingers around the area I just hit, getting you to relax the best you can with my fingers inside you, pumping with various speeds corresponding to if I was rubbing or spanking your ass. “Oh please daddy, I want you inside me,” you moan.

“It’s not about what you want,” I say sternly. “Daddy told you to do something and you didn’t. You made me angry.”

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be good,”

“You fucking cunt liar,” I say with force as I smack your ass again. “You know I hate it when you lie to me,”

“No! I promise...oh!” I smack your ass again,

“Liar,” I say, and another blow from my hand. “You always lie, I’ll fuck some respect into you yet!” and I bring my hand down hard and firm. I pull my boxers off, slide into you with such ease, your pussy soaking wet, I lick my lips with anticipation of getting to taste the river that runs from between your legs, but not now. Holding onto your hips, I pound into you, smacking your ass and then thrusting faster. “Oh yes, yes daddy! Harder!” as you wish I think and I squeeze you hips, pulling you onto me even more, slamming into you harder, and almost hard enough to knock you flat on your stomach.

I feel myself losing control inside you again, “Oh shit,” I hear myself mumble. “Whose fucking pussy is it?”

“Oh, it’s yours daddy, yours,” I smack your ass again and pound harder into you.

“What are you being so quiet for? I didn’t hear you, whose it?” smacking you ass again, as I thrust harder into you.

“Oh God! Its yours , it’s your pussy,” I laugh and smack your ass again. “Whose? Come on, scream my name,”

“Shit! It’s yours, oh God it’s yours... Oh fuck,” close enough, I think to myself as I listen to you fight to maintain control. Making myself more aroused every minute and just when you’re about ready to lose it, I pull you hair, making your whole body curl up towards me, and say “Fuck me now bitch,” I stop moving but you ass keeps pounding into me, “FUCK ME,” I scream as I slap your ass again.

“Oh!” you moan, “Daddy please!” you cry out, still pounding that golden brown ass onto me. I smack your sensitive part, the part where your thigh meets your ass. You give a loud cry, and halt for a minute as I climb onto the bed. I lay down on my back, staring at you. You climb on top of me, facing away from me, slowly bouncing up and down my dick. “Faster,” I yell, quickly smacking your ass. “Now you’ll do as I say, you’ll do just about anything, faster!” I yell again, followed by another smack. You give a loud groan, but go faster as told. You fucking little pussy bitch, fuck daddy harder…”

You screamed my name so loud; I expected to get phone calls the next day. But I didn’t care, you were so fucking sexy, and always had a way of making me feel incredible, the way I always wanted to feel. With as much bouncing and moving, I fought so hard to not come sooner. The friction pressed against my own cunt once again making it feel a part of me, like no one else can, made me bite down hard on my lip as I cam inside you, trying to hold back my yell as I exploded inside you. Grabbing hard on your hips, pulling you down on me, trying to force myself deeper inside you. I hold onto you as my body lets go of much built frustration from the whole night.

You explode, coming all over me with such violent force, my legs drip of you, a mixture aroma of your wetness and mine. You turn around and collapsed on me, in my arms. “It’s ok baby girl, I love you, I got you,” Your legs trembled as I held you tighter, gentle kisses on your neck, lips, stroke of my hand calming you down.

“I love you… sooooo fucking much,” you said in a half dozed state. “Did you come?” I kissed you on the forehead,

“Shhh, rest baby, I love you,”

“I love you too,” you said snuggling up closer to me. Daddy’s little girl, sleeps like an angel in my arms. Silly little girl, you make me come all the time; mentally, physically, every moment with you is like a state of ecstasy.

“When I wake up….” You begin sleepily, “you are so gonna get it,”

Ok baby girl, ok.