Blind Submission: A Sweet, Dirty Debt

The drive-through window slid open, and the familiar aroma of A&W assaulted my senses, a welcome distraction from the lingering heat of the previous night. My wife, Seraphina, had certainly left her mark, both physically and emotionally. The memory of her insistent pleas, her daring fantasies, and the sheer pleasure she derived from our shared exploration still throbbed in my veins. As I waited for our order, a wave of gratitude washed over me, followed by a potent surge of desire. She wasn't just my lover; she was a force, a catalyst, igniting a passion within me I hadn't known existed.

The thought of her, her body, her voice, filled my mind, pushing aside any lingering doubts or reservations. I had tasted her desire, felt her pleasure, and now, I craved more. The root beer arrived, fizzy and cold, but my attention remained fixed on the memory of our encounter. Seraphina’s words, her explicit requests, echoed in my ears – “Mommy’s good little cum slut,” “licking your sexy little asshole,” “eating my cum out of your ass.” Each phrase sent a fresh wave of heat through my body.

As I took a long swig of the root beer, my phone buzzed. It was Seraphina. "Where are you?" she texted instantly. A familiar thrill shot through me. I responded, "Just grabbed our order. There was a line, but it wasn't long. Hopefully not too long." The anticipation built as I waited for her reply. It didn’t take long before another message arrived, accompanied by a provocative mirror selfie. "Hurry when you can. Food's not the only thing I'm hungry for..." The image was undeniably her, a confident smirk playing on her lips, her body radiating an almost palpable heat. I chuckled, a deep rumble in my chest, and replied, “Daddy would LOVE to lick out whatever has gotten into his wonderful little girl.”

The next wave of messages was a torrent of explicit desires. "I don't know what's gotten into me tonight, Daddy. But I feel like I’m gonna need you to lick it out..." followed by another selfie, this time lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, a playful glint in her eyes. Then came the final, most audacious message: "I'm so horny, Daddy. I need to start playing..." I almost choked on my root beer. Her boldness was both terrifying and exhilarating. Responding without hesitation, I typed, "Daddy would LOVE to lick out whatever has gotten into his wonderful little girl."

Just as I finished sending that message, the server approached our car, bearing the weight of our food. The scent of fries and onion rings filled the air, a stark contrast to the fiery emotions raging within me. Discreetly, I moved my phone out of view, mindful of her explicit nature, and apologized for my distraction. The server, unfazed, simply wished me a good night and retreated.

With a quick roll of the window, I texted her, "Hope you’re enjoying your pussy, little girl. I’ve got the food, but I’m looking much more forward to the meal you’re prepping." The speed of our connection, the sheer intensity of her desires, was both addictive and overwhelming. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the precipice of something extraordinary.

Returning home, I found Seraphina already waiting for me, living up to her promises. She had taken off her clothes, revealing a body sculpted by pleasure and anticipation. Her legs were spread wide, a blatant invitation that sent shivers down my spine. "I couldn't wait," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Without hesitation, I darted across the room, setting the food down next to her on the bed, and dove between her legs without giving her a chance to move her hand. The heat intensified, and I knew that this was just the beginning.

"OHHHH, DAAADDY!" she moaned, her voice laced with both pleasure and desperation. And she was right. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a potent blend of sweat, desire, and something uniquely her. I began licking around her outer lips, savoring the taste of her skin, before sliding my tongue between her folds and heading for her clit. "Oh, fuck, your tongue feels good, Daddy! Mmmm." I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue before giving a long, flat lick back down and around her inner lips, then lightly pushing my tongue into her delicious pussy.

As she moaned and writhed, she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, her grip firm and possessive. "I want to taste myself on your face, Daddy!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anticipation. I obliged, slowly and deliberately, my tongue tracing the contours of her face, savoring every sensation. The heat built within me, threatening to consume me entirely. Her legs started grinding against my chest, sending shivers down my spine, and then, she slid her wet, glistening pussy onto my face.

The world narrowed to the sensation of her body against mine, the taste of her arousal, the heat of her touch. It was an overwhelming experience, a complete immersion in pleasure. I continued licking, my body moving in response to her frantic rhythm, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment. Her orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, a surge of raw, unadulterated sensation that left me breathless and weak. As she dismounted from my face, exhausted but satisfied, she lay beside me, her body still radiating heat.

“That was amazing, baby,” she said, her voice soft and contented. “I love that you have a fantasy that’s all about my pleasure.” The words hung in the air, a testament to the power of our shared desire. I leaned in and kissed her, savoring the taste of her arousal on my lips. “You deserve all the pleasure, my beloved, and I’m so thankful that I can be the one to give it to you,” I whispered.

As we continued to cuddle, I couldn't help but think about the promises she had made, the fantasies she had unleashed. The night was far from over, and I knew that there were still countless ways to explore our shared desires. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had found a love that was both passionate and fulfilling, a love that pushed the boundaries of pleasure and left me breathless with anticipation. The memory of her touch, her scent, her voice, would linger long after the sun rose, a constant reminder of the incredible night we had shared.

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