CHAPTER SEVEN
Tabitha
I move my mouth up and down along Daddy’s cock, thrilling at how he grows hard as can be and thrilling at the way he shudders and his breathing stops and starts until finally, I know he’s awake. As I stroke, I say, “Good morning, Daddy.”
He manages a sleepy, “A very good morning for me, little girl.”
I say, “I have nothing to be ashamed about and I’m living up to my obligations, Daddy.” Then, I put my mouth back on him. That’s something we negotiated. It has nothing to do with the blowjob, although we negotiated that, too. I get to wake him up with a blowjob, a start to finish blowjob, any time I want to and he agreed to let it be all about him when I do that. That has nothing to do with the words though.
I have to say those words to him every morning. In fact, it’s the first thing I must say to him, except for saying, “Good morning.” This isn’t the first time I’ve woken him up with my mouth and then when he’s awake said those words.
I believe it now.
I never thought I’d believe it.
Daddy was right, though. When I have to say it over and over, I internalize it.
God I love this man.
I want to tell him I love him but I guess I’m worried. What if he doesn’t say it back? I push those thoughts out of my mind and go about the blowjob with a great deal of eagerness, plunging down as far as I can go and then forcing myself to go a little bit more, even though he ends up in my throat. Then, I fight back the panic and very slowly and very firmly suck my way back up as he moans and I flick my tongue over the head. I’ve been working on it and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get all the way down before long. I don’t know why I feel so proud about that.
I caress his balls as I suck and then get an idea that seems almost crazy. I go down again as deep as I can and then suck my way back up. He moans and instead of licking the tip, I kiss it and whisper, “Daddy, can you help me?”
“Help you what, little girl?” he asks.
“I… I want to get all the way down,” I say. Jesus! My cheeks grow so damned hot I must look like a lobster. I swallow hard and say, “Maybe you could just, um, force the issue for me when I’m down there?”
He chuckles and says, “I don’t think you’ll ever stop surprising me.”
“Will you do it, Daddy?”
“Okay, little girl.”
I smile and plunge down. I’m about two inches from the base and can’t go any deeper because Daddy is very well-endowed. I try but can’t. Then, I feel his hand on the back of my head. He applies pressure and I get another half inch down. I make some noises and he pulls me up. “Are you okay?”
I giggle a little sheepishly. “I… I trying to tell you to keep pushing, Daddy. I want to go all the way down.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod and he says, “Okay, little girl. Slap my thigh if you need me to stop, okay?”
“I will, Daddy,” I say. There’s no chance at all I’ll slap his thigh. I kiss the tip of his cock and then plunge down again. I go as far as I can and Neil exerts pressure. I feel his cock slide deeper into my throat and then deeper. I feel panic rising but I don’t slap his thigh. He keeps pushing and then my nose is pressed right against him. I feel a surge of triumph.
It’s short-lived. He pulls me up again. I gasp and pull in air. “Again, Daddy!” I say and put my mouth on him once more. Again, after only a second or so all the way down, he pulls me up. I catch my breath and say, “Daddy… Please… This time just hold me all the way down. I’ll slap when I need to come up.”
“Are you sure?”
I don’t answer because I’m already on my way down before he finishes asking. I notice I make it a little deeper before he has to help me down, and that makes me feel even more triumphant as my nose presses against him. He does as I ask and holds me in place. I can’t believe how good it feels!
Well, okay, it’s darn terrifying. My throat is stretched and I feel like gagging. I also feel my lungs screaming for air and I feel panic rising.
I still love it.
I make myself count to ten. I make it to six before I slap his thigh. He pulls me up and I gulp in air. I can’t help but giggle a breathless and happy giggle as I do. “Daddy… Daddy!” I say. “One… one more time.”
I start for his cock but he grabs my head before my mouth closes over him. “Not until you can ask me without catching your breath.” I giggle and extend my tongue, running it in a circle around the head of his cock. “No fair, little girl,” he says, lifting me higher.
After I can breathe normally, I say, “Please, Daddy. One more time.”
I go deep and this time I almost make it to the base without his help. As he holds me there, I manage to get past my panic and even more my tongue a little bit. I make it to eight before I slap his thigh and when I come back up, I don’t ask again because I’m desperate to make him cum. I move my hand and my mouth together. When he cries out in climax, though, I go as deep as I can and I’m rewarded by a magnificent moan.
I force myself to suck slowly back to the top. I pull of and kiss the head and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” I always thank him after I give him a blowjob. It always makes me feel good. I kiss his cock again and say, “I have nothing to be ashamed about and I’m living up to my obligations, Daddy.”
“You already said that this morning, little girl,” he says.
I look at him for a moment and then I remember. I collapse on the bed and giggle like crazy.