There's no time for sleep now

He is asleep in bed. Lying on his side, breathing deep; I know he is out to it.

I lay in bed next to him, cuddling in. My breasts against his back, my hand and arm resting on his chest. I deviously think to myself “Here’s my chance”, as a smile comes across my face.

I start moving my hand down and as I touch his stomach he flinches a little. I keep my hand still and stay there for a bit, not moving, listening to his breathing. When I think it’s safe, I move further down & I feel his briefs. My hand immediately targets his cock.

My hand still outside his briefs, rubs his cock. Tracing lines up and down his shaft with my fingers. I feel him harden at my touch. Moving further down I fondle his balls, enlarging his hard cock as he rolls onto his back. I adjust so he doesn’t lie on top of me and so I’m in the best possible position.

I grip his shaft with my palm and squeeze. His cock jerks involuntarily and he moans, still sleeping.

I gently trace circles around the head and then go back to rubbing his cock, jerking him off while he sleeps. His hips lift up off the bed slightly, encouraging me more.

I move my hand up to find the top of his briefs; I lift it up and slide my hand underneath. Carefully ensuring I don’t snap the elastic onto his stomach.

I wiggle my hand down and grasp his cock as I start to jerk him off. His cock twitches and grows harder with my touch. I vary from long, firm strokes to shorts one focussed on the head. I move down and play with his balls some more and his cock grows harder still. He moans as I make my way back up and continue jerking him. It doesn’t take long and he’s lifting his hips, removing his briefs.

Mmm….freedom of movement. I become more confident, holding him firmer, jerking him faster. And then he wakes up and realises it’s not just a dream. He groans at my insistent touch, raising his hips, fucking my hand.

I bring my hand close to my face, licking my palm and fingers before jerking him some more. He’s leaking pre-cum and lying back, enjoying being fucked.

I sit up and shuffle down the bed a little. I lick my lips slowly in anticipation of tasting him again.

Slowly, but eagerly I open my mouth and close my lips around the head, gently sucking & licking all at once.

I continue jerking him as I tempt him with my mouth. Easing his cock further towards my throat.

I jerk him faster as I suck harder, urging him to cum. He starts to run one hand over my leg when I force his cock as far into my mouth as it’s ever been. Leaking so much, tasting so good. Touching my tonsils, it gets too sensitive for him so I go back to jerking him off.

My hand moves faster and his hips move more quickly, fucking my hand. He groans more and his hips move up and down even quicker still. “Cum for me” I say.

With a few hard and fast jerks his cock is spurting. When he’s cumming, I can’t help but wish he was doing so in my mouth. He cums spurt after spurt landing on my hand and his stomach.

Still holding his cock I move my face up to his. “I love you” I whisper. “I know”. We smile at one another as I request “Kiss me”. And boy does he know how to kiss ;-)

Needing Him

*This is a post Daddy asked me specifically to write about, and from the particular angle I've written it from*

I needed it. I spent all day thinking about his hard cock. How good it would feel in my hands, how much I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me; I wanted to ride him until it hurt. I wanted to cum until I couldn’t possibly take any more. Oh how I needed to be fucked.

He arrived home to me playing the Wii. Little did he know that I was merely doing that to try and distract myself from how aroused I was. I wanted him to fuck me then; as soon as he got home. But he’d had a long day, so I was quiet, waiting patiently in the hopes that later he’d indulge me.

And he did.

The tv was switched off and while I went to the kitchen for a drink, he went to the bedroom. I thought he was getting ready for bed, until he walked out, cock in hand, jerking off. I smiled, and sighed a little, knowing what was coming.

Standing there jerking his hard cock, unashamed and so self assured. It makes me weak in the knees just watching. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Those lips of his, and the way he kisses me…mmmm pure delight.

I followed him into the bedroom. As he lay down, never missing a stroke, I joined him. I was lying on my side facing him with one hand on his chest and the other supporting my head. I leaned into him, listening to the sounds of him jerking, hearing my breath catch the more aroused I became. I kissed him again; deep, loving, hungry kisses. I needed to kiss him. It didn’t take long for my hand to find his balls; it never does. We continued like this for awhile; until I needed to be fucked.

I lay on my back and let my fingers wander to between my legs. I was dripping. I rubbed my bullet vibe over my clit for barely any time at all before I had to turn it on. It went straight to medium. I masturbated; teasing myself for a little until it was time for him to fuck me.

He teased me at first, gently pushing a little way in, making me want more. In and out with just the first couple of inches. And then he was all the way in and I was gasping for breath. I had been waiting all day to feel him inside me, to feel him fuck me.

He took it slow at first; fucking me with his whole length, listening to me gasp as he buried himself in me. He stay still, buried deep in me, my muscles contracting around his hard cock. Sucking him in, willing him deeper. And then, with no warning, he started pulling out. I cried out as he started withdrawing, surprised, sad, and even annoyed. My cunt was being emptied against my will. He pulled almost all the way out and then fucked himself back in again. I sighed with pleasure; loving the feel of his hard cock.

He continued like this; almost fully withdrawing and then fucking himself deep in me. The long, deep thrusts and the vibe on my clit were making me want to cum already. He pulled out just a little, then back in again. Fucking me deep with just a few inches of his cock. I could feel the bumps of his cock, the thickness at the base, and the pressure on my g spot. I raised my hips, fucking him back. Urging him to fuck me faster. Yes, today I definitely needed to be fucked.

He’s known me for long enough now to read my reactions and to know what I want. He started fucking me hard and deep, fully withdrawing and then plunging into me again and again. Arching my back, I turned the vibe up to high. He was deep in me when he stopped.

I clamped down on his cock as I started to fuck him. Working him in and out. It wasn’t long until he was fucking me again. Slowly and teasingly he pumped his cock in me. Making me want more. I shifted my hips, rocking with his movement and he knew what I wanted. It wasn’t long before he was plunging his hard cock deep in my cunt; making me want to cum.

He could tell I was getting close by my heavy breathing and groaning. He fucked me harder and deeper, edging me closer with each thrust. The more he fucked me, the harder I would clamp down, making him fuck me more. Until it became too much, and it felt too good.

I clamped down on his cock as I came. My body writhing with pleasure as each orgasm came and took over. I tried to get him to stop, I was too sensitive. That’s when he fucked me harder and even deeper than just a few seconds earlier. And he fucked another few orgasms from me.

I collapsed, exhausted and still spasming as the ripples went through my body.

Let me introduce you to my special talent....

Daddy has indulged me and spoiled me over the past few days. I’ve found something that I’m very fond of, and Daddy has allowed me to do it. In fact, He’s been making me do it. It’s no secret that I love to watch Him masturbate and help Him when He wants it. But all this has been taken to a new level.

Every one has their (sexual) ‘thing’. That one talent that you know no matter what else happens, that’s going to be your ‘thing’. You’re great at it, and you love it. I’ve never had a thing, until now. Sure, I liked doing stuff, but there was never one specific sexual act that I loved and knew I was great at. Now, however, this has changed.

With Daddy’s help, I have to come to realise that my ‘thing’ is sucking balls. I really enjoy sucking cock, but present me with a pair of balls that need some attention and I’m all yours. I’ll gladly spend hours down there and you’ll know when I’m really getting into it.

In the past three days, I’ve spent god-only-knows how long between His legs, teasing Him, tasting Him and making Him cum. Yesterday, I did all that I could to try and distract myself from thinking about sucking and licking His balls as He jerked. I was obsessed. I still am. As I sit here and write this, I’m wet just thinking about it. I want Him to come home and tell me that we’re not having sex tonight; that He’s not even going to use me; instead He wants me to get between His legs and give all my attention to His balls.

I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, and I wanted Him to know how much I wanted it again. He received this text message from me yesterday afternoon while in a work meeting:

“I need a repeat performance tonight handsome. I want to watch you jerk and then get you off with my tongue. Sound good? ;-)”

Daddy indulged me after dinner. He was at His computer, and I was sitting on the floor as I usually do, watching Him jerk. I’ve always waited until He’s told me He wants me to help, but the more I’ve been doing it, the more difficult it has become to just watch. Especially when He makes me get so close I can smell His arousal. It’s just way too tempting. But I’m a good girl, and I wait (as hard as it might be).

A little while after I’d finished helping Daddy, I moved into the bedroom. I needed to masturbate. I needed to use my dildo and I needed to cum. He followed and surprisingly, not long after I started, He joined in. I was naked, lying on my back, legs spread diddling my clit. He was to the right of me sitting up with His legs spread so I could get a good view of Him jerking. I had my hand resting on His thigh, but not for long when He moved it. My hand was now sandwiched between the bed and His balls. I’m a smart girl; I took the hint and started playing with Daddy’s balls. We stayed like that for awhile; although I did get distracted enough to stop masturbating, I did start again though, this time with my dildo. Watching Him is truly mesmerising. I think at one point I even asked if I could climb between His legs; I at least told Him how much I wanted to.

He didn’t indulge my urges then, however it wasn’t long before He was moving and straddling my upper body, His balls hanging above me. What a beautiful sight that is. But as lovely as it was watching Him from this angle, I knew what He wanted me to do, and I couldn’t resist. I lifted my head up and started licking His balls, tasting Him, and teasing Him. I was fucking myself harder as I continued to slurp and lick. The temptation was too much; I just had to suck on His balls.

And suck I did. I used my tongue, suction and moved my head, just as if I were sucking on His cock. And as I continued, I fucked myself harder. He pushed His weight down onto me more, allowing me less room to move, forcing me to suck Him. My nose was against His flesh and His ball in my mouth. One hand was on my clit and the other was controlling my dildo.

He moved slightly so He could see me fucking myself better. I know He said something to me about how good it felt or how hard my lover (that’s what He calls my dildo) was fucking me, but I can’t remember now. As I think back, all I can remember is how wonderful it all felt. How I never wanted it to end and how much I wanted needed to do this every time.

He was jerking, looking down at me as I sucked on His balls. I tried to keep eye contact as much as possible; Daddy says I look like the true slut I am when I’m looking up at Him with His balls in my mouth. He also says that this is what I was born to do. It didn’t take long before it all got too much for me. My lover was fucking me hard and deep, and with my mouth on Daddy’s balls, I was being pushed over the edge.

I fucked myself harder, pounded my lover into me and in a matter of seconds I was cumming. I was cumming from sucking on Daddy’s balls and fucking myself at the same time. I was a good girl, I didn’t let go of His balls. Although for a few seconds I may have been temporarily distracted, I kept up the pace and rhythm. He let me continue for a little bit while I kept having orgasms, and then He pulled away. Kneeling above He jerked His hard cock, as I fumbled to get my bullet vibe on my clit.

Before long Daddy was jerking His cock faster; He was a man on a mission. For all my enthusiasm and effort, I was rewarded with Daddy’s cum on my stomach and as I came again.

But what made me feel the best last night? Sucking His balls? Watching Him jerk? My orgasms? No, none of these. I felt the best when He told me that I am the best He’s ever had.

I am one lucky girl who is very much in love.

And now I’ve found my ‘thing’. What’s yours?

Anniversary Part One

Yesterday was our 6 year anniversary. We were originally planning to have lunch together, but He didn’t think that would be possible with His work load. As it happened, He had a really sore back and ended up taking the day off. Even better than lunch! I got to spend the day with Him :-) We had quiet day most of the day, and it was raining. Our dinner plans went out the window when we realised the rain wasn’t going away and how cold it was outside. It wasn’t exactly lovely weather for a romantic anniversary dinner. But that’s okay, we decided a night in with a movie and other things would suffice. I managed to get Him to watch a chick flick! (Gasp) “Then she found me” with Colin Firth, Helen Hunt, Bette Midler, & Matthew Broderick. It was good. There were funny bits, serious bits, romantic bits, angry bits etc. And even He had to admit that it was better than He expected.

We ate dinner and watched the movie and then Daddy decided it was time for some fun. He set up the lounge room: towels on the recliners, lube handy (excuse the unintentional pun), coffee table cleared (I wasn’t sure why, but I sure found out ;-) ), and x-rated DVD in player. We were all set. As I was finishing my smoke He said “When you’re finished that, you can go and get your toys”. Being the good girl that I am, I did as I was told. I came back, “And you can take your pants off and get that bullet vibe on your clit for me”. I sat on a towel covered pillow in front of the recliner leaning against it as He sat on the other one to my left. He chose the vibe setting….strong enough that I definitely could have cum had I not behaved. He was jerking, but His leg was in the way, I couldn’t see. I wanted to watch Him. My mouth went dry, my cunt ached and my clit throbbed just at the thought of seeing Him jerk again. *sigh*

We alternated between watching the DVD while playing, and speaking to one another. I was informed that yes, I would be lucky enough to get an anniversary fuck later, but for the moment, He wanted to feel His hand jerking His hard cock. We continued watching the DVD while masturbating and I asked Him if I could watch. “No, not for the moment”, I was told. I could have sulked, given that I wanted to watch Him so badly, but I refrained. I knew I would get my chance, just not straight away.

A little later He shifted His position on the chair, and voila, His leg was no longer in the way. When I looked up at Him from where I was sitting, and we started talking, I could see Him jerking. I managed to sneak a few looks, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be watching…He had told me no. I should know by now that He knows when I’m looking. “Would you like a closer look slut?” “Only if you will let me” I replied. “Only if you want it bad enough” He said. “Oh I do. I want to watch”.

I rearranged my pillow and scooted over. It was at this point that I’m a goner. I am no longer the Lucy of a mere few minutes ago. My focus at this point, is on Him. Watching His fist move up and down His shaft. Jerking Off. Fucking Himself. This is my subspace. I zone out to everything else, and as surprising as it may be, I have even stopped fucking myself with a dildo or dropped the vibe that is supposed to be on my clit. I am secondary. It’s no longer about me (if it wasn’t before, it definitely isn’t now). My goal, when I start watching Him masturbate, is doing to best job I can to please Him. To make Daddy cum. His enjoyment is my only priority.

Daddy made a surprising comment last night, when I asked Him if He was enjoying me watch. He said that He looks forward to me watching, more than He does the actual masturbation. Okay…why so shocking? I knew He liked it and really enjoyed having me there to watch Him, but more so than the actual jerk itself? Holy. Fuck. Okay, so I’m extremely pleased about this, but also shocked at the time. We masturbated some more in silence, well almost silence except for our breathing, our wet masturbation sounds and the hairy girl on the TV. Until He asked how my masturbation was feeling. I smiled and said it was feeling great. He asked if He should stop jerking and fuck me. “No, I want to watch you jerk some more”. He obliged, but only briefly. “I know you want to watch me jerk, but I want to use you. “Stop masturbating, get over the coffee table and get ready”.

Going Away and Phone Sex

So my exam went well (I think). We had 3 hours allocated and I finished in just under 2, so I think that's a good thing. Either that, or I fucked everything up and only thought I knew what I was doing. Anyway, I'll just have to wait and see when the term marks come out (next month). With any luck, cause I'm back in the town where I grew up, which is where I started uni, I should be able to get my assignment mark tomorrow (hopefully). The garage sale went well, and we made more $ than we thought.

So, I'm away from Him. And have been since Friday. I didn't want to come back, but loved doing so. As soon as I got on the road and into the swing of things, I was enjoying myself. I was driving alone, with the road ahead of me and the cd player turned up quite loud.
So picture this: I'm alone in my car, air conditioning on as the sun tries to make me sweat, the music playing loudly, and me singing at the top of my lungs. And I couldn't help but think to myself "This is great! Back travelling again, nothing but my thoughts and my music to keep me company". And as I'm singing along to Pink's I'm Not Dead album I wonder what it would be like to take a road trip with my girlfriends. Have I missed out on something because I haven't done this? Would a road trip with them be as much fun as I imagine it would be? Would we all be laughing, singing along, loving one another's company as I imagine we would be, or would it be different? I didn't care, the picture of us taking a road trip was satisfying. Truth be told, it probably won't happen, but in that moment I didn't care.

Now I'm getting off topic. It's been 3 days since I've seen Him. But only a few hours since we spoke. Friday night I was horny. I was back in my old bedroom and things were familiar. And what's the one thing I wanted to do more than anything Friday night??? I wanted to have phone sex with Him, just like we used to when we were living apart. It didn't happen. Daddy had stayed home from work because He wasn't feeling well, and He just didn't feel up to it :-(

This little nymph couldn't stop herself though. After she said goodnight to Daddy and went to bed, she pulled out her faithful friend, the large dildo and couldn't stop from fucking herself with it.

Yes, I brought it back with me. Before I even left, I wanted to have phone sex with Daddy! (grins). Can you blame me? I mean, what's hotter than hearing that background noise, knowing He's jerking? (Okay, so watching it live is better, but I had to make do with what I had available). But this little slut got her wish last night.

We had a particularly hot session masturbating (and cumming) for one another last night. I know Daddy so well. At one point I described to Him exactly what I suspected He was doing. How He was jerking, and what kind of video He was watching while doing so. Was I right? Of course. You can't spend as much time as I do watching a man's masturbation sessions without getting to know His routines and rituals. What He likes to watch most, whether He's jerking slow or fast etc.

I loved having phone sex with Daddy. I always have. I even woke up many times through the night with my hand between my legs. My cunt was wet all night. And that's how I woke up this morning, with my hand between my legs, playing with my cunt, my fingers coated in my juices from finger-fucking myself while sleeping.

I've been such a good girl today. I haven't masturbated, although I've really, really wanted to. Maybe, if I'm good, Daddy will let me masturbate tonight. At least I hope He will ;-)

Lucy

Changes

Well I'm now a year older. In the past few days I turned 22. Isn't it funny how we say I'm a year older? When in fact we're only a day older than we were the day before our birthday (Stupid humans...lol). I had a relaxing day, starting with waking up next to Him (always good, but better on your birthday). I had asked Daddy the night before if He would make breakfast for me (nothing too difficult, just toast). And then I woke up and didn't really feel too well. So He didn't make me breakfast, but that's ok. Instead He made dinner for me, and that was yummy!

Through the day I was home alone. Got a few phone calls and texts from family and friends, but mostly just chilled out. I got a new cookbook as one of my presents, plus other kitchen stuff (you definitely know you've moved out of home when your birthday presents are now related to the kitchen somehow...lol). So I figured, "It's my birthday. I have a new cookbook. Let's bake a cake." And by let's bake a cake I mean me dancing to the music on my laptop. So that's what I did. I baked a chocolate cake (what you didn't think I was going to have anything other than chocolate did you? Self-confessed choc-a-holic here.)

Then, while the cake was cooling down I read quite a bit of the latest novel that's taken my fancy. Then it was time to ice the cake. I was debating whether whip up some cream to put on it, but decided that I wanted to ice it instead. So just after I'd finished that and sat down to do some more reading, Daddy comes home from work. And guess what He had bought for me? Yep, you guessed it....a lovely chocolate mud cake with cream on top.

I didn't bake my own cake because I assumed that He wouldn't buy me one. To be honest, it didn't even enter my mind whether He would or not. It was just a "I've got a new cookbook and it's my birthday. I'm going to bake myself a cake." And that's all there was to it. I believe I hurt His feelings by making one myself; that was not my intention. And as I told Him after He'd had a sleep, regardless of whether the cake I made was a birthday cake or just a cake, I enjoyed spending that time baking. So which was the better out of the two? The one Daddy brought home. Mine could have done with a bit more milk, but it was still nice. In fact, Daddy's cake is now all gone, while the one I made has hardly been touched. (No, I'm not a bad cook). It will get eaten. I guess you could say I got to have my cake, and eat it too :-D

Following dinner and watching some tv, it was time to get dirty. Sitting on my recliner, Daddy came over and I was lucky enough to show Him just how much I appreciated His nice, hard, cock. I sucked and licked His hard cock, taking Him deeper than I have before. And I would have spent longer if Daddy hadn't suggested we move to the bedroom. (I really wanted to try and deep throat Him...oh well, there's always another time.) After some playtime, I was treated to watching Daddy jerk as He came. (smiles)

Now it was my turn to play. I pulled out my big dildo/vibrator (only the vibe part doesn't work now, so it's really only a dildo), lay down on my back next to Him and started masturbating. Daddy helped by running His hands over my body, forcefully grabbing the inside of my thighs (which I LOVE), playing with my nipples (both gentle and hard), and kissing me. Mmm...how I love to kiss Him while I'm masturbating. Because I had spent quite a fair amount of time jerking Daddy earlier, my arm was sore. So every time I got close, my arm cramped up (Bloody uncooperative body parts!!). I pushed on through the pain and pumped my cunt for all I was worth. (Now it was a matter of principle as well). I looked at Daddy*, smiled and had my birthday orgasm (followed by a few more). He lightly touched my cheek with His hand and whispered: "You're so beautiful." My heart melted.

Lucy

*I used to hate looking Daddy in the eye as I had an orgasm. For some reason, there was just something about it. Like it was too personal or something. I don't know. I can't really explain it, I just didn't feel totally comfortable with it. Of late though, it's a different story. Now I'm absolutely loving it. I love looking deep into His eyes while I moan and wiggle. And I want to do it again.

Daddy and His Little Girl

Daddy requested a massage to help ease his shoulder, neck and back pain. I obliged; anything to help Him be in less pain. I tried massaging out the sore spots, while also giving an overall pleasing massage. Between the bits that hurt I received comments like “Oh, that’s nice” or “Mmm, that feels good”. This little girl obviously did a good job…the massage itself went on for quite awhile and after he turned over onto his back I was rewarded with a grin and “How about a blow job?” Well who can refuse an offer like that? I know I couldn’t.

I got down to business as quick as I could. (Eager little beaver aren’t I?). I licked and sucked Daddy, and jerked Him while sucking on the head of His cock. I love being able to bring Him to full arousal just with my mouth. Mmm, the joy of getting Him hard, feeling Him grow in my hand and mouth. Tasting Him, teasing Him, pleasing Him. He was leaking. I gobbled down His pre-cum, savouring the flavour, loving it. I looked up at one point and saw Him watching me. I felt proud. And then before long, He instructed me “Get yourself wet slut”. I was still fully clothed at this point, and was feeling a little overdressed. Needless to say the clothes came off as quick as they could.

Daddy put His cock ring on as I lay down on the bed, legs spread, hand between my legs. His cock and balls look so much better when He has his cock ring on. I smiled when my hand snaked between my legs and started working on my clit. I was dripping already. There’s nothing like being told to suck and lick His cock to get me wet and ready. I LOVE doing it! He jerked His hard cock for a little, before climbing on top of me. His cock entered me easily, and soon I was full.

I continued playing with clitty. “That’s right, play with clitty”. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I’m not fucking you tonight am I slut?” He asked. “No, you’re using me”, came my breathly reply. “That’s right”. I just smiled, enjoying the sensation of Him using my cunt while I rubbed clitty. It had been so long since we played. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well all week, and although I had been horny, I refrained from playing, knowing this was coming. He used my cunt hard, all for His own pleasure. I was furiously rubbing away as he used me, one hand between my legs, the other holding onto the headboard, never wanting this to end. He could see my hairy pit. He jerked Himself off in my cunt, looking at my hairy underarm. And then He came. Daddy pushed His hard cock into me, filling me. I was His good little girl. (smiles).

By this point, I was hungry. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I was diddling clitty fast now as He gloriously sucked and licked on my nipples. Pulling them up away from my body with His mouth. Squeezing my tits hard with His hands. I was in heaven (almost). He continued while also biting my neck and shoulders (Yum!) and with each passing second I was getting closer. “Come up here” I asked, wanting to kiss Him. Those hungry kisses I need. Those hungry kisses that tell Him I’m getting close. He broke away and moved to my neck some more and then to my ears. Nibbling my ear lobes, probing them with His tongue. Alternating between left and right. He moved back down to my nipples. And as good as that felt, it was taking me away from orgasm.

I was furiously rubbing my clit, wanting to cum. “Daddy wants to hear you moan.” God I love knowing He wants to hear me cum. He continued on my nipples, licking, sucking and rubbing His teeth over my piercings. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted Him to go back to paying attention to my ears. I wanted to feel Him nibbling and probing again. “Go back to my ears” I demanded, without a second thought. A few seconds later I added “please”. (I am a little girl with manners after all).

He moved back up, starting off with the nibbling. But before long His tongue was probing and I was being sent over the edge. I was moaning and groaning, rubbing clitty like there was no tomorrow. “Cum for me sweetie” I think He said at one stage, though I’m not too sure. It wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning, rubbing clitty with abandon and cumming. I orgasmed long and hard, loving the sensation of his tongue in my ear. As I came back to earth I just looked at Him and smiled. “You’ve never had that reaction before.” He said. I just smiled again. What can I say when it feels that fucking wonderful?