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I did as she asked, and she stepped off the bed, grabbing something from her closet. It looked like some fabric andsomething bright pink. It took me a minute to realize it was a strap-on.
She slid into the black harness with a long, pink dildo on the end. I grinned and she winked at me. “All dicks should be pretty.”
I nodded in agreement. They really should be.
After walking back over to the bed and grabbing some lube from her nightstand, she applied it to the silicone toy.
“So the thing about plastic dicks is they’re not as pliable as real ones, so if this is uncomfortable for you let me know and I’ll adjust, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
She slipped between my legs and positioned the toy at my entrance.
“Ready, baby?”
“So ready, Daddy.”
I gasped as she slowly filled me up.
“Does that feel okay, Lennon?”
“Better than okay, so good,” I moaned as she slid all the way inside.
“Good, that’s what I want to hear, Little one.”
She lifted one of my legs and began to slide in and out. The big base brushed my clit with each thrust.
This time it was my own cries that echoed around the room.
“Your cries are so sexy and you’re taking me so well,” she praised between thrusts.
“Daddy?” I asked, trying to keep from panting. It just all felt so good.
“Yes, baby?”
“Does this feel good for you?” I was worried. She’d given me the best orgasm I’d ever had and I wanted to make sure she felt good too.
“So good baby. The base is resting right against my clit, so every time I push inside your sweet pussy, it rubs all the right spots.”
“Oh, good,” I said, dropping my head to the bed.
Kay chuckled and pulled out of me.
“Noooo,” I whined, drawing out the word.
“Flip on your hands and knees, baby. Chest on the mattress and be careful with your wrist and shoulder. Let me know if they hurt.”
I scrambled to obey her, hungry to be filled again.
“Good fucking girl,” she praised, sliding back inside of me.
Oh my goodness. It felt even better this way. Kay worked her hand between us and pressed two fingers flat against my clit. “All Daddy needs you to do is lay still and let it feel good, okay? I don’t want you to move and risk your shoulder.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Kay renewed her thrusts with vigor. Each movement caused her fingers to brush over my clit and it felt delicious.
My toes curled and everything felt ten times better signaling my rapidly approaching orgasm.
