DADDY - Sex Stories

DADDY

*** I wake up alone. My jaw hurts and ass aches. I pull myself up to my feet. Sunlight washes through the blinds. I crack the door open and move down the hall to the washroom. I can hear the shower running. "No sneaking around, bitch." Mistress stops me. I hang my head and mumble, "I need to get cleaned up." "Mr Sherman's cleaning your bitch sweat off him. You wanna disturb him, go right ahead." I hesitate, then smile and nod. Mistress returns to her office. I turn the handle slowly and push the door open without a sound. Mr Sherman - daddy - is in the shower. My knees drop down to the cold bathroom tiles. I wait. The water shuts off and the frosted glass doors swing open. Daddy steps out, gives me a disgusted look. "The fuck are you doing here?" "I just wanted to thank you, daddy." He sighs. "Dry me, bitch." I grab the light blue towel and massage it around his body, soaking up every drop of water on his magnificent body. It excites me and my small cock goes a little stiff. He notices. "I get you hard, huh?" "Yes ." "What did I tell you about cumming?" "You say when, DADDYKINS!. I don't cum unless you tell me." "Good." He brushes past me, pulls the door open and walks off to get his clothes, shouting back, "Get in the fucking shower, whore." He still won't let me cum! I gotta say, as fun as he's been the last few hours, I'll be glad when he's gone. I can't wait to jerk off. Mistress is never this cruel! I step into the shower stall and turn on the warm water. I switch over ...

... to the shower shot and stick the tiny metal phallus in my ass. Warm water fills up inside of me. I let it out, flushing all the cum and lube from my abused asshole. I switch back to the main shower head and clean myself head to toe with vanilla caramel body butter. It feels so good. I dry off in the mirror. My face is bruised. My ass cheeks look like a horror movie. They'll heal. My next session with Mistress won't be for another couple weeks. Nobody needs to see this until then. I slip my arms into the pink bathrobe, and tie it off. I cross the hall to Mistress' office. She's fully clothed, a professional grey pant suit. She scribbles notes on business papers, likely realty contracts from her day job. She doesn't look up at me. "Clean?" I nod my head. She scribbles her signature onto the last paper and arranges them in a neat stack. She looks up at me. "At ease." I breathe a sigh of relief. She tosses her glasses onto the desk and leans back in her chair. "You did good. I knew it was gonna be intense, but you took it all without tapping out." "Thanks. I can't wait to get home and cum - finally." "Hmm. You know who that was?" "Sherman...?" "Kenneth Sherman. CEO of Accucom." I'm shocked, she sees it. "The whole party was his. All staff, mostly VPs." "Why?" His voice bellows behind me. "Why the fuck do you think?" He's back in his suit. Gold Rolex on his wrist. He looks every bit like the high roller he really is. He points to Mistress' desk. "You done?" She nods. "Just needs ...