Prompt: Puckentine with scat play, which they both love.
ATTN: PORN DIRTY LEZZIE PORN!
ATTN: SCAT PLAY!
In the beginning we would have Nice Momma and Mean Momma. Even then there were days, only by appointment because even after how much I've grown with Sam's help, there were times when it was very easy for me to believe she might not love me anymore. I knew I would love her until the end of time. but I still expected her to get sick of me or to realize I was never worthy of love to begin with.
But as long as I was the one that requested it, or Sam gave me warning to get in the mood, sometimes my subbie side wanted Momma to be really mean and cruel.
Then I bought that strapless strapon and Daddy was born. The dildo was shaped kind of like a slightly crooked L, the short arm was just under half length and just about double thickness, it filled you up and kept the shaft anchored in you. Id used it myself a couple times and it felt like it was a part of you. you may not be able to feel along the length of it but it did feel rooted inside like it was yours.
Both the dildo itself was called Daddy but so was Sam when she wore it. Because there was something about being fucked in that way that brought out the worst in me. The most perverted and depraved. Seeing it whether in a drawer or seeing Sam with a long thick cock would throw me into the dirtiest most depraved part of my subbie soul. But if I was just in that mood I would always crave being fucked like that. There was nothing Daddy could do or demand of me that it wouldn't turn me on, or would be too far.
Jade once suggested it was because of what my brother did. That I wanted to relive the abuse with someone who I trusted and knew I was in control and could stop it if I needed to. And I didn't talk to her for two weeks. So keep that in mind before you try to analyze me.
"Bend the fuck over," Sam said, pointing at the table.
"Daddy, please," I said, "Not today. My tummy has been funny and I'm not as clean as you'd like."
My pants were already down so when she smacked my ass hard it left a big hand shaped red welt on my skin.
"Don't you tell me what I like. You nasty little slut." Sam said, smacking me again. "A dirty little slut like you deserves to have to clean all her nasty fuckslime off Daddy's perfect cock." *smack* "Don't you?"
"Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy." I said, getting into it.
*smack* "Yes what, slut?" Sam asked.
"Yes I deserve it, Daddy. I deserve to have to clean your dirty cock after its been in my slut asshole." I said.
"And you will lick it and suck it clean, no matter how dirty it is?" Sam asked.
"Yes Daddy." I said. "No matter how dirty it is I will be a good slut slave and clean it with my mouth."
"And, if its extra dirty, Daddy says I want you to slowly lick it clean with just your tongue? Savoring it and showing Daddy what a nasty slut you are. And if Daddy wants you to tell him how good your ass tastes and how much you love cleaning it from his cock?" Sam asked, grabbing my throat.
I tried to nod with her holding my throat and then I whispered, "Yes Daddy, whatever you want."
Sam slapped my face lightly and said, "Why?"
I answered, "Because the only thing I like better than cleaning your filthy dick with my tongue is being forced to."
"Good girl." She said in answer. "Now bend the fuck over." She pushed me over the table while kicking my feet apart. So my legs are more open.
"Spit on my fingers, slut." she said, holding up three fingers together.
I greedily licked them, then took them into my mouth getting them all slobbery. She rammed them back into my throat gagging me and I moaned without meaning to. This was so hot.
We had only recently admitted that this turned us both on. While we were each thrilled to find out the other one was thinking the same thing. There was enough residual taboo that we had been a little over-cautious about actually trying it.
"Fuck, you're nasty, I love it." Sam said. "I was gonna stretch you out and get you ready. But after that display…" And she forced the huge thing in my tiny puckered pink fuckhole. Reaming my ass in the truest fashion. I could tell just by the feel that she had lubed it with coconut oil, probably while distracting me with her fingers. So it slid in actually easier than it would have using my saliva to ease the passage. But it still was anal with a dildo bigger than the average cock and no preparation. Even though we did ass play nearly every day and did this exact thing at least once every two weeks.
With no preparation, as the head popped into my butthole it hurt worse than I could ever have guessed.
There was an immediate sharp surface pain, almost like being stabbed in the butt that mixed and meshed with a tearing feeling. But even worse and more enduring, there was a deep ache I can't even describe.
But strangely, suddenly, I wanted it even more. It hurt but I didn't care. And its not even like I was enjoying the pain, I definitely wasn't. I guess you can find something you don't enjoy incredibly hot, if you're in the right mood.
I knew by how quickly the stabbing tearing pain was gone that I wasn't actually injured, and I wouldn't care if I was.
I needed every inch of Sam's thick shaft in my bum. Like needed it, needed it. No fucking around. I needed Daddy to use me harder and more nastily than he ever had before. Maybe even more than I could even admit to myself.
"Yes, Daddy. Fuckin stretch me open. Fuckin tear me apart. Make me scream and squeal like your fuck whore pig then shut me up jamming your dirty filthy cock in my mouth. Make me cry. Make me beg , Daddy. Make me beg to taste your filthy messy rod." I moaned and groaned already crying both with pain and with need and loving every single cathartic second.
"That's what you are. That's all you are. Just my little ass slut. My little fuck hole slut piglet. My fuckin cum toy."
As soon as she said it, I loved it. I mean I loved the nasty name calling. I loved being called a slut, a whore, a fuck hole pig; I couldn't have been happier if she was saying 'all you are is my perfect angel of love'. I couldn't have been happier or more content if she asked me to marry her right then. This was so dirty. So nasty and perverted. But so hot and perfect in this moment.
As I looked at her, back over my shoulder, I saw her standing over me looking so strong and in control. I saw that she was looking at all my drool on her spitty fingers, then she half slapped me half pushed my face forward, wiping it on my cheek.
"Fuckin take it all," She said ramming that last inch and a bit into my red and tormented asshole.
The pain flared and I loved it. I wanted to yell, 'Yes Daddy, Make me take it all. Fuckin force me. Fuckin ram it hard. Make me scream and cry and beg.' but I knew better than to tell Sam what to do, even when it was what she was doing anyway.
"Good girl. Good little anal piggy," She said in her fake nice but really evil voice. "Are you ready to taste my dirty sloppy cock from your ass?"
"Yes daddy."
"Beg for it, slut." Sam said.
"Please Daddy, Can I taste it?" I asked.
She backhanded me. Then grabbed a handful of my hair on the return swing, pulling it. "That was not begging. Beg to suck it."
I looked back into her eyes, my eyes tearing up again. "Please Daddy, I beg you. Let me taste my dirty ass off of your cock."
She pulled my hair medium hard and slapped the other side of my head with her other hand, "Saying 'I beg you' isn't begging. Open your need to me. Your need to submit to my pleasure. Your need to be forced to suck my muddy cock straight out of your own dirty punished asshole. Your need for me to force my full length down your throat. Staining your lips and tongue with your filth and making you gag and cry. Now you get one more chance to beg me. Or I will stop this right now, wash us both up and cuddle you all night while you cry with pervert subslut need. Now look into my eyes and beg to suck me."
I looked into her eyes as she stood behind me. I knew my own eyes were anime big and round as I contemplated the horror of this ending without me finishing what we started. I tried to show her my need.
I opened my suck swollen whore's lips and spoke in the voice of a woman who knew what she needed. She knew her addiction and she knew who could give it to her. In the quivery panicked voice of a junkie asking for a fix she knew she couldn't pay for and probably wouldn't get. But needed so badly, I begged, "Please Daddy, let me taste it. Let me clean my foul whore's muck from your sacred cock. Gag me, hurt me, show me I'm yours. Please make me feel it down to my belly and taste it til it stains my soul. I know I'm yours… please prove it. Please Sam. Pleeease." The last word a whine of such powerful need that she took pity on me.
She slid the full length from my asshole and pulled me back off the table, pushing me to my knees as I turned.
Finally I faced the full length of it. Hard purpley red silicone with its embossed veins smeared and streaked with my filth. The smell hit me just a bit, but I didn't hesitate or question. I opened wide, centered the head on my waiting tongue and slid it all the way back. Forcing myself deeper before she had a chance to, gagging myself. Tasting it all.
The flavor was almost nothing. Bitter but not much worse than earwax, just different. And so hot, so so hot. I have never cum from having my throat fucked until I choked and my eyes watered. I never came from that til now that is. And I came hard. My pussy, my ass, even the pit of my stomach seemed to be involved as I gagged and cried and forced the last dirty inch into my mouth. Sucking and licking it clean.