Journal, story. Idk. It's kind of both LMAO ANYWAYS. There's this guy I've been talking to who is everythinggggg I'm looking for in a potential dom 🥲 Daddy af. My holes need him tbh. We matched on a dating app, but he's traveling rn. We've been sexting and talking about all the ways I want him to make me his personal fucktoy. He told me he wanted to me to write him a story depicting the first time we meet when he gets back and all the things he'll do to me

Bc of my fucked up sleep schedule and his European schedule right now, I've been staying up to all hours of the night fucking myself stupid while we talk. I'm exhausted and horny lmao.

Anyways, I had my vibrating plug in the whole time I wrote this. I used to be an RPer but haven't written shit in years. I'm RUSTY. I barely touched my pussy while writing it bc I knew I'd get distracted and end up playing with myself for hours instead of finishing it WOW THE DEDICATION.

I just sent it off and I'm so relieved at being able to touch myself. He should def be awake now and I'm just anxiously awaiting a response SO I THOUGHT I'D COME TO YOU GUYS FOR VALIDATION. Sorry, I'm verbose as fuck. I hate it sometimes. No editing has been made. I haven't even re-read this yet. Pls read this for me and let me know what you think.

I'm going to edge my pussy to your comments and messages 💕

Her body was buzzing with anticipation as the elevator ascended, beeping with each passing floor. Literally buzzing, actually. The thick plug in her ass was vibrating on full strength while she leaned into her companion's side, arms cicled tightly around his body as she tried to keep her wits together.

"That thing is loud," he casually commented, a hand drifting down to pat her ass. It continued under her dress, peeling the fabric up to expose the black base vibrating away inside of her. He pressed on it, and she felt the haze in her head growing cloudier.

Earlier in the evening, there'd been an entirely different plug nestled inside of her. The palpable tension between the two of them was immediately recognizable. She'd mentally rehearsed her introduction, but those plans flew out the window the moment he pulled her into his arms and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek. The two weeks of agonizing buildup suddenly felt like it was about to burst, but just as quickly, he pulled away and helped her into her stool.

His gaze raked over her body, head to toe, while she maintained her eyes on him, shrugging out of her coat to reveal a knee-length red dress that revealed just the right amount of cleavage.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she teased, leaning in and playfully planting her hands on his knees.

She couldn't help herself - after spending so much time squirming in her bed fantasizing about trailing her hands all over his body, all she wanted was to explore every inch.

Unphased, he slid a hand along the exposed skin above her knee-high boots and stopped just short at the edge of her dress. "Oh, I plan on taking plenty. So, what are you drinking?"

From there, it was a matter of maintaining her composure to keep from launching herself at him. Every sip of her cocktail just made the thick plug inside of her more and more noticeable, not that he helped in the least. To the casual observer, they were just a regular doting couple out on a date. With the ease and familiarity with which he touched her - brushing a lock of hair out of her face, caressing her side, or lingering a little too closely when he spoke - no one could've guessed it was their first time meeting. She always prided herself on her wit, but it was fucking distracting when she could feel the heat between her legs growing stronger with every playful caress. Suddenly, playful banter felt dumb in comparison to how badly she wanted to moan his name.

"Meet me in the hallway," he interjected in the middle of her perusing the menu for her next drink. "Bring your purse."

The butterflies in her stomach swirled faster and she immediately jumped to her feet. Flashing him a playful smile, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "Yes, daddy" before sauntering away.

His presence was felt the moment he joined her in the hallway. She may have feigned ignorance, but there was no denying the way the hairs on her arm came to life when she felt the warmth radiating from his body coming up behind her. A more gentle than expected kiss was placed on her cheek, before she felt a sudden deathgrip on her arm pulling her into the women's restroom. Even more unexpected, she only had a moment to register the discomfort of her back hitting the wall before his lips descended down on hers. The kiss was hungry, commanding, and she felt his fingers lingering threateningly around her throat, a warning to not fight his advances.

It was easy to melt in his embrace, to submit to his plundering tongue. His scent filled her senses and she felt a surge of excitement at finally being able to taste him. Not that she had long to get comfortable. Squeaking in protest as she found herself flipped around to face the wall, a thick, hardened bulge pressing into her ass before it was exposed to the cold air. She heard him exhale in approval as his fingers dug into the plump flesh, peeling her cheeks apart to admire the pink plug nestled in between.

"Hands on the wall. Ass out." She quickly complied, bending at the waist to perk her ass up. "Good girl! Stay quiet now." She didn't even jump when he swatted her ass.

Dizzy with lust, she could only moan as he gripped the slippery toy and slowly slid it out of her. It was slick with lube, and after the time she'd spent playing with her ass over the past week, he experienced almost no resistance as he popped it back in. Over and over, his movement quickened until he was fucking her with it, all while her breathing grew shallower and shallower.

"And where's the bigger plug we discussed?"

Wordlessly, she dropped a hand to her purse and pulled out the biggest plug she owned - a thick, black toy that measures nearly the length of her hand.

"In your mouth. Get it wet."

It felt so degrading feeling her mouth stretch around the plug, but she didn't have time to dwell on it as he wrapped his arm around her waist and directed her towards the sink. One of his legs wedged in between hers to spread her legs apart while he pressed down on her lower back to bend her over the counter. Her scalp tingled with pain as his grip tightened in her hair and forced her gaze up to the mirror.

"Fuck your mouth," he growled against her ear. His hot breath made her skin light up with goosebumps. "Show me how badly you want to choke on my cock."

Watching the sight in the mirror only made her head grow fuzzier. So much time had been spent carefully putting her makeup together, applying the perfect shade of lipstick, only to now have it lightly smudged as she worked the plug in and out of her mouth. The image reflected back at her was almost a foreign sight. The girl's mouth dropped open - her mouth - as she worked the toy in and out. Her tongue slipped out and lapped at the length of the plug before she plunged it back in her mouth. She began matching the pace he was fucking her, pulling the plug entirely out of her mouth when he did so, and forcing it back in in unison. With the rose plug deep in her ass, he met her gaze in the reflection and pressed his thumb on the toy, forcing it deeper.

"That's it, baby," he hissed against her ear. "Come on, I know you can take cock better than that."

Whatever little resistance she had faded with the words of encouragement and she pressed her toy deeper against the back of her throat. He started to fuck her ass shallowly, just barely working the toy out before thrusting it deeply inside of her. So she mimicked the movement, her eyes watering every time she felt the plug's thick head opening her throat up.

By the time he was finally satisfied with her performance, a dribble of drool had trailed down on her chin and glistened on her cleavage. He pulled the toy out of her mouth and lined it up with her ass, carefully watching the way her eyes widened in the mirror as the plug eased its way inside of her. She was gasping for breath, but that quickly morphed to a squeal of surprise as she shallow thrusts deepened and the thickest part of the toy stretched her ass. The discomfort was only momentary before her ass swallowed up the entire length. He hard pressed the power button to turn the toy on.

And just like that, he pulled away from her, taking several steps back to admire the sight of his obedient slut bent over the sink, dazed and hungry for more. It was impossible to miss her glistening pussy on display for him, begging for its turn. She watched as he readjusted himself and pulled out his phone to take a few quick snapshots of the scene, waiting patiently for his next orders.

"Clean yourself up, little fucktoy. I'll be waiting for you outside."

He fiddled with his phone and the toy buzzed to life. A quick swipe on the remote app and it was on the highest setting. "Be quick."

And he was still fiddling with it even now on the elevator ride up to his place. She'd spent the car ride over narrating everything she'd felt in agonizing detail, answering his questions and emphasizing how eager she was to feel his touch. His hand never drifted from her pussy while she spoke. It was such a sharp contrast to the quiet anticipation she felt now, her head locked in a hazy headspace just waiting to drop even deeper for him, knowing she was about to debase herself even further.

He had a firm grip on her hand as he guided her through the hallways to his place. As soon as the door closed, she found her back pressed against it and his mouth descending on her.

A tug on her arms brought her crashing to her knees. Before she could register what was happening, a was already tangling in her hair, pulling her head towards his crotch while the other hand fumbled with the belt.

She didn't register his command, not when her attention was instantly locked on his hard, thick cock. She'd been so hungry for it in the past few weeks, and to have it in front of her now was like a dream come true. She gripped the base with both hands. As her tongue swept along the length of his cock, she found herself uttering an appreciative moan. Her journey back to the tip was accompanied by a trail of small kisses. She took a moment to swipe her tongue along the circumference of the tip before sliding her mouth down the length until she felt the tip backed into the edges of her throat.

Flicking her gaze up, she ensured eye contact was maintained as she languidly pulled back, trailing her tongue along the underside of his cock. It was almost second nature the way she anticipated his cock plunging into the back off her throat, holding her there, devoid of air until her fingers clawed at his thigh - such a sharp contrast to the teasing movements she opened with. Before she had time to settle, her mouth was suddenly empty, and a sharp tugging sensation on her hair and under her arm followed. She found herself upright and gasping for breath while his head was buried in the crook of her neck.

This time, he led her to the couch, stripping her of her coat along the way, pawing at her dress until the top slipped down to expose her tits. He immediately bent her over his lap and ran his fingers down to inspect her holes.

"Daddy..." she moaned, wiggling her hips with desperation only to have him force her upper body onto the couch. His hand held her head down, cheek pressed in place.

"Your pussy's already twitching and crying out for attention," he commented in a mocking tone.

He followed up, a series of light, teasing slaps connecting with her pink folds, splaying her wide to dip a finger inside, emerging glistening a moment later. “Must have taken so much willpower, sitting at that bar when all you wanted to do was ride my cock.” Two fingers plunged in where the first had emerge, crooking up towards her sweet spot, reminding her of her posture.

"Yessssss, dadddyyyyy."

Both of her hands gripped at a throw cushion as his fingers teased her pussy, filling her for the first time in hours. Hours and hours of pent up frustration suddenly bursting at the seams, her pussy squeezed instinctively. She knew her composure - or what was left of it - was melting with every passing second.

"My needy little pussy makes all my decisions for me! I can't help it, I--" she broke off with a grunt as a third finger slipped into her, plunging deep inside her greedy hole.

"No, baby," he growled, breath heating against the skin of her neck, just under her ear. He moved the hand holding her in place to seize tightly around her throat, denying her the luxure of breathing. "I make all the decisions for you now.

He set a languid pace working his fingers in and out of her. "Your pussy belongs to me - all your holes belong to me." She moaned as her pussy stretched around his fingers, thrusting her hips up to allow him easier access. The fingers dipped into her pool of wetness with ease, taking no time at all before he was fucking her deeply. Wet sounds intermingled with her moans, and he quickened his pace to hear the sounds her sloppy pussy was making for him.

Until he stopped suddenly, his fingers buried to the hilt. "At least...that's what you said right? Why don't you remind me? Tell me what your fuckholes are for." His voice was harsh by the end, betraying his own urges, a hint at what breaking her did to him.

"I-I want to be your fucktoy! I want to belong to you. To be used by you whenever you want." Panic was settling in as the words poured out of her mouth. She was so desperate to get his fingers moving again. "Pleaseeee, daddy. Slut me out. Own me. Train my body to be used for your pleasure."

He pulled tightly on her hair as she spoke, forcing the arch in her back to bend further until her ass was high in the air for him.

"I need you to use me as you please. Hurt me." She whimpered when his fingers suddenly withdrew from her. "Spank me, choke me - whatever you want! I promise I'll be such a good girl and take it. All of it."

Her stuttering speech was suddenly interrupted by several insistent smacks on her pussy.

She sucked in a breath to steady her breathing, but no matter her attempts, she couldn’t stifle the whimpers of pain. Her legs flexed and jerked against her will every time he squeezed down on her clit. And it was all but impossible not to scream when he gave it a barrage of sensations that made her vision blur and every muscle in her body tingle. When it was evident his slaps wouldn’t stop, it was like a dam burst and all the pent up frustration he’d put her through came flooding out.

Pressing her face into the couch to muffle her screams, she suddenly felt a sharp slap harder than the others. "I didn't say to stop talking."

"I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’m sorry!" She was struggling for breath in between jumbled pleas. “Fuuuuck. I want you to fuck my face until I'm desperate for air. Fuck the thoughts out of my head. I need you to think for me. Decide for me."

A whiny moan, punctuated by another anguished scream as she felt his hand crashing down on her pussy. Her skin felt like it was on fire after so many strikes, and yet with all her squirming, she could feel her thighs slick with evidence of her arousal.

“I want to be such a good girl for daddy. Take your cock in my ass as hard as you want. Stretch my ass out with toys and your fist."

His fingers suddenly curled around her chin, coaxing her mouth open. Two fingers plunged down into the confines of her throat, cutting off her air supply and half-muffling her whimpers as he slid the plug out of her ass with his free hand. The veins on his wrist jumped as he pumped the invading fingers in and out of her mouth, reveling in the strangled sobs and garbled gasps. He pulled them out of her drooly mouth and switched his attention to her ass.

Peeling one cheek apart, he pressed his wet fingers around her puckered hole. It only took some slight nudging for her ass to open up to him. "Such a fucking good anal whore," he mumbled, fingers sliding into her with no resistance. As soon as he felt her ass clenching around his fingers, he worked his fingers back up to the same speed with which he'd invaded her mouth.

With her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her fading thoughts locked away in a distant corner of her mind, her body was already betraying itself. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his fingers, bouncing her ass back to meet each thrust.

"Please, please, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass," she begged, turning her head to fix him with a longing look.

The gentle smile he flashed her gave her a sense of hope, before he dashed it completely by withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the plug. She heard the clinking of his belt being undone before she felt it around her neck followed by a harsh tug that guided her off the couch and onto her knees on the floor. Daddy didn't waste his time plunging his cock in her mouth, guiding the movement of her head with the belt.

He plunged in slow, unhurried, a low, soft groan of appreciation slipping from his lips as he watched her small little mouth stretch to accommodate his cock. Her eyes widened when the thickest part of his cock slipped past her lips, but he pulled back, languidly stroking his cock in and out at that midpoint, enjoying the wet, guttural sounds she was making.

With every inch she swallowed in her wet mouth, she felt her body tingling with joy and pleasure, especially when she noted the signs of of enjoyment he was displaying. The pleasured groans, the way his hips bucked and plunged his cock deeper into her mouth, how the tip brushed against the back of her throat and the glean in his eyes when she suppressed her gag reflexes - all signs that served as reminders that the wonderfully fuzzy sensation in her head and tingling in her pussy were where she belonged. She swept her tongue along the underside of his cock, teasing every inch of flesh she could muster while the tip prodded harder at her throat.

Eyes rolling in the back of her head, she relaxed her jaw as he withdrew, sucking in a desperate breath before he thrust back in. Again and again, his pace quickening while the tension in her body eased and her jaw slackened, until it felt like she had faded out of consciousness and her entire being focused on being the perfect throat sleeve.

"That's it, baby," he hissed. "The night's still young. Hands behind your back. You're going to work for my cock in your ass."