(mis)adventures in sex

After weeks of weekends with fighting, family, moving, and general business, we finally had a perfect weekend again.

I’ve been calling him Daddy for about a month now. My Daddy has been good at taking care of this little girl this weekend. Daddy moved into a new apartment this weekend, it’s almost like a fairytale house. It’s a little cottage up on a hill, surrounded by trees, quiet as a whisper (sometimes Daddy and I whispered in there just for fun). It is a magical place that has no memory of others for either of us. This little cottage will only hold stories of Daddy and me and all the fun things we do there. No other boys, no other girls.

On Saturday, right after Daddy had fucked me good, I told him I wanted him to hurt me. Actually, that’s wrong. I begged Daddy to hurt me. I told him I just wanted to be hurt. Daddy had just cum inside me but was still surprisingly hard. I think it made him super excited to think of hurting and fucking me more, with his cum still in me to keep me wet.

He smacked my breast over and over. Sometimes it would hurt so much that I would hold his hand down and cum so hard. The pain fueled my orgasms. He kept hitting me, watching me cum with hungry eyes. He told me he wanted to put his dick in me. He thrust hard into me, smacking my breast as the red marks bloomed to the surface.

He had me turn over to pull my hair and choke me from behind. The thought of Daddy having control of my breath made me cum even harder as the loss of oxygen brought me to the brink of black-out.

He didn’t cum again, the fact that he was still so hard after cumming the first time was amazing in itself. But it was pretty damn awesome. I was crying when we were finished. I curled up into his arms and snuggled in the splendor of Daddy hurting me so much.

On Sunday, I told Daddy I wanted him to be mean to me. I wanted him to verbally abuse me and hurt me more. I was already half naked, nothing on but a shirt. He told me he was going to have a cigarette and then come back in.

Daddy got on the bed with me and asked me what I was doing. I was playing, I said.

“You know you’re not supposed to do that without asking.”

He started spanking me. Hard.

“No!”

I got feisty. I was moving around and Daddy had to hold me down pretty good to keep me from doing so. But I still fought back. He stuck his fingers in my pussy as I told him “No” over and over. I kept fighting.

He took my hands and held them down as he spread my legs with his elbows. Daddy started licking me. I could barely keep myself from cumming as I continued my No’s.

Daddy pulled up on top of me and slid himself inside of me. I told him that he couldn’t do that. “It’s not yours!”

“It’s my pussy to fuck.”

He kept fucking me hard. I kept telling him “No” but he kept fucking me, telling me that it was his pussy.

Daddy sustained only an accidental knee to the chin and a little bit of sore penis.

I have a very happy little girl smile on my face, a hickey on my left breast, red marks on my right breast, and a very sore vagina.

I can’t wait to play more next weekend! :)