Daddy's Late Night Wish

It was late Friday evening, about thirty minutes before I clocked out of work. The day had been a relentless grind, filled with demanding clients and impossible deadlines, and all I could think about was Paula and the delicious anticipation of finally losing myself in her embrace. My cock had been a hard, insistent drum against my thighs all day, fueled by the mental images of her body, her curves, her everything. I needed to get home, needed to feel the heat of her skin against mine, needed to unleash the primal urge that simmered beneath my control. So, I did what came naturally: I called.

“Hello, sexy,” I rasped into the receiver, the words tasting like forbidden fruit on my tongue.

“Hello, Daddy,” she replied, her voice a low, husky purr that sent shivers down my spine.

“Oh, yeah!” I thought, “It’s on!” The thought of her, so close, so vulnerable, ignited a fire within me.

I told her about the stressful day, about how hard I’d been working, and how desperately I wanted to lose myself in her. “When I get home,” I said, my voice thick with desire, “be on our bed with your ass up and your face down, ass facing the door. Have that pussy ready to be fucked.” I knew she wouldn’t disappoint. She was a seasoned pro at anticipating my needs, and the thought of her already preparing herself filled me with a perverse pleasure. I loved the power dynamic, the complete surrender she offered me. “I know you’ll be self-pleasing for at least the next half-hour,” I continued, savoring the anticipation. “I absolutely adore when you’re in a ‘baby-girl’ mood. It’s like teasing a wild animal, holding back just enough to make the need even greater.”

“Yes sir,” she assured me, her voice laced with playful defiance. “Your pussy will be ready.”

“Good girl,” I said, hanging up the phone with a satisfied sigh. The drive home felt excruciatingly slow, each mile stretching out like an eternity. My cock grew harder with every passing second, a relentless reminder of the pleasure to come. I pictured her, a vision of sinuous beauty, her long, raven hair cascading down her back, her ample breasts straining against the thin fabric of her negligee. She was everything I desired, a goddess crafted from flesh and desire. And she was waiting for me.

As I pulled into our garage, the familiar scent of her perfume filled the air, a potent cocktail of vanilla and musk that sent my senses into overdrive. I shut off the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the pounding in my chest. The garage door closed with a metallic clang, sealing me in with my desires. I moved quickly, almost frantically, towards the bedroom, my senses heightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. As I approached the bed, my breath caught in my throat. There she was, exactly as I had envisioned, her body a masterpiece of curves and shadows. Her long, black hair spilled over the pillows, framing a face both alluring and knowing. Her ample breasts were exposed, a tantalizing invitation to touch, to possess. And her pussy, oh, her pussy, was a sight to behold – plump, firm, and glistening with moisture.

As I peeled off my clothes, she raised her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ve been waiting for you like a good girl, Daddy—and that big cock,” she murmured, her voice a silken whisper.

My cock was a solid stone, responding instantly to her words. Standing behind her, I pressed my entire length into her, feeling the heat radiate through her skin. She gasped, arching her back as she stretched to accommodate my size. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, intensifying the pleasure. It was a symphony of sensation, a collision of flesh and desire.

“Oh God, Daddy, fuck your pussy. Take it, baby! Take my pussy!” she cried out, her voice filled with both pleasure and pain. Her hips began to writhe, pushing against my thrusts, making each movement more intense. My muscles strained, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

As I continued to thrust, our bed slammed into the wall, the impact sending a jolt through my body. She screamed, a primal cry of ecstasy, as her muscles tensed and her pussy expanded. “You’re going to make me squirt, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice choked with pleasure. “Let me feel the release, let me surrender to your dominance.”

With a grimace of pleasure, I grabbed her hair with two hands and began to rhythmically pound her pussy. “Oh, Daddy, I’m cumming again! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY!” she shrieked, her body convulsing with each thrust. She squirted, a torrent of warm, viscous fluid that drenched my cock.

Normally, I could last longer, but the sheer intensity of her pleasure, combined with the heat of her body, made it impossible to resist. I could feel my balls pulsing, a sign that I was nearing the brink.

“Who’s pussy do you have, baby?” I asked, my voice strained.

“It’s your pussy; you own it!” she screamed, her eyes wild with abandon.

I felt a surge of power as I shouted that I was cumming. With one final, desperate thrust, I pushed my cock all the way into her tight pussy, and a massive wave of cum exploded forth, flooding her body. I could feel my cock pulsing, emptying its contents into her, a torrent of raw, unadulterated pleasure.

She moaned, a guttural sound of pure satisfaction. “Yes, baby, fill my pussy up. Cum in your wife, baby,” she pleaded, her voice weak with exhaustion.

We collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies intertwined, our breath mingling in the darkness. As I slid my cock out of her, a fresh wave of cum streamed out, covering our bodies in a glistening sheen. I pulled her close, burying my face in her hair, and we kissed passionately, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

“You fuck me so good,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction.

“Good! I want you sore so you know who owns that pussy,” I replied, savoring the feeling of complete dominance.

She said, “Believe me, I know you own it, sir.”

With a satisfied smile, I said, “Good girl.” And as we lay there, intertwined, surrounded by the evidence of our passion, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night was young, and the possibilities, like our desires, were endless.

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