Morning Wedgie
You woke up not to your alarm, but to a sharp, insistent pressure between your ass cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open to see me, a wicked grin on my face, holding the waistband of your silk panties and pulling them upwards.
“Daddy!” you yelped, your voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing? That hurts!”
Your complaint was met with an even harder tug. The thin fabric was now buried deep, splitting your pussy lips and pressing firmly against your clit. You whimpered and squirmed, trying to alleviate the pressure, but my grip was iron.
“Don’t you dare move them,” I commanded, my voice a low growl. “You’re going to wear that wedgie all morning. Understand, Princess?”
You nodded miserably, a tear welling in your eye from the combination of pain and the sudden, overwhelming humiliation. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Now get up. I want breakfast.”
Getting out of bed was an ordeal. Every movement made the fabric dig in deeper. You stood up slowly, the wedgie forcing you onto your tiptoes slightly. As you walked toward the kitchen, the friction was relentless. The silk, already damp from your morning arousal and now from the pressure against your clit, was creating a maddening, torturous pleasure with every step. You couldn’t stop the little noises from escaping your lips—a mix of pained whimpers and needy moans.
“Daddy,” you whined, leaning against the counter as you tried to find a comfortable position. “It’s so... tight.”
“Is it now?” I smirked, sipping my juice. “I think my little slut likes it. I can see how wet you’re getting from here.”
Your cheeks burned with shame, but I was right. Your greedy cunt was soaking, the constant stimulation making your legs tremble. “Please, Daddy,” you begged, your voice cracking. “Take care of me. My pussy... it needs you.”
“Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’. “You’ll wait. An hour. Then we’ll see.”
The next hour was pure torture. You tried to sit, but that only made it worse. You tried to stand still, but the throbbing in your clit was unbearable. You paced the kitchen, a symphony of whimpers, moans, and pathetic pleas falling from your lips. “Daddy, please... I’ll be so good... just touch me... I need your cock so bad... you’re such a big meanie...”
I just watched you, amusement and raw lust in my eyes, enjoying your desperate performance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I checked my watch. “Alright, you’ve been a good girl. Take them off.”
You practically ripped the panties from your body, the relief so intense your knees buckled. But your freedom was short-lived. Before you could even catch your breath, I was on you, pushing you back against the counter. I produced a sleek, silver vibrator.
“Open up,” I ordered. You obeyed, and I didn’t hesitate, shoving the toy deep into your dripping wet pussy. You gasped at the sudden, cold intrusion. I adjusted it, making sure the curved end was pressed right against your G-spot.
Then I held up a small remote control. Your eyes widened in a mixture of fear and anticipation.
“And now the fun really begins,” I chuckled.
I flicked a switch, and a low, deep vibration started humming inside you. “Oh fuck!” you cried out, your hands flying to your stomach. It was an intense, pulsing pleasure that radiated through your entire pelvis. You started grinding your hips instinctively.
“Such a filthy mouth on my good little girl,” I teased, turning the dial up.
The vibrations intensified, and your knees went weak. “Ahhhh! Daddy! Too much!” you screamed, but your body was betraying you. Yor hips bucked, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Please! I’m gonna cum! You big meanie! You’re making me cum!”
“Did I say you could cum?” I asked, my voice hardening. I turned the vibrations up even higher.
Your mind went blank. The pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost painful. “No! Please, Daddy, no! I’ll be good! I won’t cum! I promise!” you babbled, tears of pleasure streaming down your face.
“You’re a noisy little slut, aren’t you?” I growled, suddenly grabbing your wrists. I pulled them behind your back and, with a speed that startled you, used a silk scarf from a drawer to tie them tightly together. “I think you need to learn to be quiet.”
I sat me down in a chair, your hands bound behind you, the vibrator still humming away relentlessly inside your clenching cunt. I then sat on the couch opposite you, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my massive, rock-hard cock. Your mouth began to water. I started stroking myself, slowly, my eyes locked on yours as you writhed in the chair, a prisoner to the pleasure I was inflicting on you.
“Look at you,” I grunted, fisting my thick shaft. “Tied up and stuffed, watching me play with what you want. So desperate.”
The sight of me pleasuring myself while you were helpless and buzzing was too much. The need to touch me, to taste me, was overwhelming. With a surge of adrenaline, you stood up, your hands still tied, and hobbled as quickly as you could toward our bedroom, desperate to escape the teasing and find some relief.
You didn’t even make it to the hallway. I was on you in a second, grabbing you by the arm. “Oh no you don’t, you naughty girl,” I snarled. I dragged you over to the couch and sat down, pulling you across my lap in one fluid motion. Your bare ass was up in the air, completely vulnerable.
“You think you can run from Daddy?” I asked, my voice dangerously low. SMACK! My hand came down hard on your right cheek. You yelped. SMACK! I hit the left one just as hard.
“You’re going to count,” I commanded. “And I want to see how many it takes to turn this ass a nice, angry red.”
SMACK! “One!” You cried out.
SMACK! “Two!”
I spanked you methodically, my hand raining down on your ass. The pain was sharp, but with each slap, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, courtesy of the still-buzzing vibrator. I counted through your tears, your voice getting hoarser. “Seven... eight... nine...”
By the fifteenth slap, your ass was on fire, glowing red. You were a sobbing, whimpering mess, but your cunt was clenching around the toy like a vise. I finally stopped, but the pain was replaced by something else. I leaned down and you felt my soft, warm lips press gently against your burning skin. I kissed every red mark I had left, my tongue darting out to soothe the sting. It was so tender, so loving after the harsh punishment, that you started crying all over again.
I helped you up, untying your hands. I then cupped your face in my hands and kissed you, a deep, possessive kiss that stole your breath. My mouth moved from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting, marking you as mine. You were putty in my hands, all the fight gone, replaced by a desperate need to please me.
You dropped to your knees before me. “Please, Daddy,” you whispered, looking up at me. “Let me make out with your cock.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. You took my massive member in your hands and worshiped it with your mouth. You kissed the tip, swirling your tongue around the slit, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking. You licked up and down the thick vein on the underside before taking as much of me into your mouth as you could. You made out with my cock like it was your lover, sucking and licking, moaning around my thickness.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled you up, ripped the buzzing toy from your aching pussy, and threw you onto your back on the couch. I spread your legs wide and positioned my huge cock at your dripping entrance.
“I’ve been waiting all morning to fuck this greedy cunt,” I grunted, and then I slammed into you.
I went balls deep on the first thrust, just like I wanted. The sheer size of me stretching you so wide after being teased for hours sent you over the edge instantly. “FUCK! DADDY!” you screamed, your back arching off the couch as a massive orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clamped down on my cock, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. You came so fucking good, your vision blurring and your body convulsing.
But I didn’t stop. I let you ride out that first climax, your body trembling and twitching, and then I started to move. I pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the head of my thick cock inside your pulsing entrance, and then I drove back in, slow and deep. The deliberate, powerful strokes were a different kind of torture. Each push forced a guttural moan from your throat.
“Look at you,” I growled, my voice a low rumble. “Already cumming like a little whore and I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”
I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against yours. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with your cries of pleasure and my moans of lust. I grabbed your legs, pushing them back until your knees were almost touching your shoulders.
The new angle let me go impossibly deep. You felt my cock head press against your cervix with every powerful thrust, a delicious, aching pressure that made your eyes roll back in your head. Your first orgasm had barely subsided when a second, even more intense one started to build deep in your core.
“Daddy! Oh god, Daddy! Right there!” you screamed, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch cushions. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
I grunted, a sound of pure animal exertion, I started hammering into you, my balls slapping against your ass with each punishing stroke. The pleasure you felt was so sharp, so absolute, it felt like pain. Your body was no longer your own; it was a vessel for the ecstasy I was giving you. The coil in your stomach tightened to an impossible degree, and then it snapped.
Your entire body went rigid. A silent scream tore from your throat as your pussy convulsed around my thick cock. Your toes curled, your back arched into a perfect bow, and your vision exploded into a shower of white light. You could feel your cunt gushing, soaking my cock and the couch beneath us as you came harder than you ever had in your life. “DADDY! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR BIG COCK!” you finally managed to shriek, your voice hoarse and broken.
I fucked you through it, my relentless pace never faltering, drawing out every last second of your bliss until you were a limp, sobbing, trembling mess. But I still wasn’t done with you.
I pulled out of your drenched, quivering pussy, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Before you could protest, I flipped you over onto your stomach and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass up into the air. I grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back.
“I’m not finished with this greedy little cunt,” I snarled in your ear. “Daddy’s going to fill you up.”
I slammed back into you from behind, the new angle making you cry out. I was so deep, so thick, you felt like you were being split in two. I used your shoulders for leverage, holding you in place as I began to fuck you with wild, primal abandon. One of my hands snaked around your body to find your clit, and I started rubbing it in tight, harsh circles.
The stimulation was too much. You were already so sensitive, so overwrought. “No, Daddy, I can’t! I can’t again!” you sobbed, but your body was already responding, your hips pushing back to meet my brutal thrusts.
“You can and you will,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to cum on my cock one more time. You’re going to milk the cum right out of me.”
My words, combined with the brutal fucking and the expert manipulation of your clit, were your undoing. A third orgasm, different from the others, crashed over you. It wasn’t a sharp explosion but a deep, rolling wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Your pussy clenched and rippled around my cock, a rhythmic milking that you had no control over.
“That’s it, you are MY fucking slut! Milk Daddy’s cock!” I roared, my thrusts becoming erratic.
You felt me swell inside you, and then I let out a guttural groan. My cock throbbed violently, and you felt the first hot, powerful jet of my cum spray deep inside my cunt. It was followed by another, and another, an endless flood of warmth that filled you completely. The feeling of being so full, so claimed by me, sent you into a final, shuddering climax.
I collapsed on top of me, my body pinning you to the couch, my cock still buried deep inside you. We were both panting, our bodies slick with sweat. I stayed there, plugging my cum inside your pussy, just like you loved. You could feel my heart beating against your back.
After a long while, I started to soften. I slowly, gently, slid out of you. The feeling was incredible, a strange emptiness followed by the warm, sticky trickle of our combined fluids leaking out of your abused, satisfied cunt. I pulled you to me and we both watched, mesmerized, as the naughty stuff pooled on the couch cushion beneath you, a testament to the raw, filthy, amazing morning we had just shared.
I wrap my arms underneath you and scoop you up, your head rests on my chest. I carry you to our bedroom as you wrap your arms around my neck. Your eyes getting heavy as you are being rocked as I walk. I lay you down on the bed, your eyes open sleepily and you smile at me. I smile back as I lay down next to you, I move my hand and brush your hair out of your face. I kiss your lips softly as I whisper to you, “You are my good girl, you are amazing, and I love you Buttercup.”
