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“More tongue, Baby. Use that fantastic tongue of yours.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she obeyed. She would never disobey him, even when obeying was a challenge. Nothing worth having , nothing worth achieving, ever came without a challenge. That is what Daddy always said and she knew he was right.

Julie took the cock into her mouth again, determined to make it pleasurable this time. She let her tongue slip out and trace a trail along the bottom of the shaft to the tip, taking a moment to flick the underside and swirl her tongue around the head. A groan escaped the lips of the man attached to the cock. See Daddy, she thought. He’s enjoying it. I can be a good girl, Daddy. She stole a look and saw approval in his eyes.

The man groaned again as she continued to suck and lick. “She really is spectacular Bob. That mouth of hers, that tongue. Damn! You are a lucky man.”

“That I am, ” he responded. “That I am.” Then, turning his attention to Julie, “Come on Babygirl, show this old bastard some lovin.”

Julie was happy to hear her Daddy talk about how lucky he was to have her, although she knew that she was truly the lucky one to have such a loving and thoughtful Daddy. She would do anything for him and she knew he would always be there for her, supporting her, guiding her, loving her the way only he could.

As she went back to the task at hand she thought about her tongue and the fantastic things she could do with it. She had used it on many a man, and woman. She enjoyed it, the feeling of power she got from knowing how much pleasure she was giving them. It gave her pleasure as well. The feeling of a woman’s body reacting to her tongue lapping at her clit and invading her pussy. That was hot. The feel of a man’s cock going from soft to rock hard in her mouth with her lips firmly around it and her tongue swirling about the head. That was pure delight.

There were times, like today, when she couldn’t find the pleasure in it though. It wasn’t because her partners weren’t into it, often they were the ones being more vocal than not about how awesome she was. She did have a fantastic mouth and tongue, Daddy told her all the time, but it was not for everyone. It was different when it was someone else, though having him there with her helped. Just knowing he was there and hearing his voice helped her get past any initial nervousness or apprehension she might have, usually.

Today she couldn’t get into it. She sucked and licked, she caressed and kneaded, she opened up her throat and took every bit of him in. He groaned in appreciation enjoying every moment but she just couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. She imagined it was Daddy’s cock in her mouth. She loved sucking Daddy’s cock. To her, his was absolute perfection. Big and firm, but not too big as to hurt her jaw, and it was smooth, so smooth, with a little tuft of hair at the base. Julie closed her eyes and imagined.

The man’s groaning became louder and he started pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. She fought to keep up with him, to not just open up and let him fuck her mouth. She grabbed his ass and held him firmly, letting her mouth do the moving rather than him. She was more than ready for this to be over but she knew she had to do it right or Daddy would not be pleased. She had to show control and allow him to release at the right time.

“Are you ready Babygirl?”

She managed a nod while continuing her action on the man’s cock.

“Do it, Baby. Make Daddy proud.”

Julie knew what to do. She took the cock into her mouth with her lips about half way down his shaft. Then quickly moved her head back while her tongue kept pressure on his cock and flicked the tender underside of the head as it slid out of her mouth. A few quick strokes with the same movements, then it was time. She opened up her mouth, her throat, and took the cock all the way in. At the same moment she pressed one finger at the base of his scrotum behind his balls and inserted another well lubricated one into his ass.

“Arggg…” She felt the hot cum sliding down her throat as his body twitched and bucked trying to release every ounce. He was done.

“Great job, Baby. That’s my good girl.”

“Holy fuck! That was amazing! I don’t know where you learned those moves but you are one talented young woman.”

Julie gave him a little smile, thankful it was over. She couldn’t wait to get back to their hotel room, have a nice hot shower and snuggle with Daddy.



This week’s challenge was to make bad sex sound good. I may have come up with the challenge, but that does not mean I was able to meet it.
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It is amazing the power simple words have on us. Sometimes it is the manner in which they are said, but often it is simply our own perception.

Take cunt for example. Many people hate this word. They think of it as a crass demeaning word. I have a girlfriend who I’ve only ever heard say it once and that was when she was extremely upset about how another woman was treating her. I remember this incident because she prefaced calling her a cunt with an apology. Personally, I don’t consider cunt to be a bad word. I have one, between my legs, and I quite enjoy what it does for me. You can call me cunt or a cunt and it doesn’t bother me at all because even though you mean it as an insult that is not my perception of the word.

Another word people like to use as a put down for women is slut. How I feel about this word, or rather how it makes me feel, depends on the time and context. If I’m naked and there’s sex or play involved, call me a slut. A dirty slut. A greedy fuck slut. It’s all good. I’ll beg you to fuck me hard and the harder you do the more I want to hear those names, but in day to day life I don’t like it at all. A friend made an off hand comment this morning, “Good for you slut,” and it really bothered me. I didn’t realize why I was feeling the way I was until I opened the message again and saw the words. It made me feel bad. And why? It shouldn’t. I loved when he called me slut the other day when we were playing, so why should it be different now? He meant it in a positive way but I took it as a derogatory comment towards me. He calls me baby usually so slut felt a long way away from baby for a morning greeting.

Baby. Baby girl. Baby doll. Pet. Sweet Pet. I like these words. When you call me baby or pet I feel safe and taken care of. It wasn’t always this way though. There was a time when anyone calling me these names would instantly put me on the defensive. Baby? Pet? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not your baby, I’m not some animal. You think I can’t take care of myself or something? I tried hard not to be referred to as baby, not to appear vulnerable. Now I realize that it doesn’t mean I am weak or needy, even if I am. It means you cherish me and want to take care of me. It means you will protect me and keep me safe, just like parents do with their babies and owners do with their pets.

The way I feel when you call me your good girl, now that’s a very good thing. It’s similar to baby and pet but much, much better. My panties get wet just thinking about it. When you call me good girl I know I’ve pleased you, I know you are proud of me, I know I am yours. If you aren’t MySir, or someone else I have an intimate and caring relationship with, you can call me good girl all you want and it will do nothing. I had a fuck friend once who used to call me good girl because he had read here or on a profile somewhere that I liked it. He didn’t realize that he had to mean it when he said it and that I had care.

Ma’am is one of those words, or titles if you will, that can go either way as well. A used to call me Ma’am as a sign of respect. At first it was only when I was training him but then it became a constant title. It made me feel in charge and respected. That’s the idea behind a good title isn’t it? But then there are the snippy little checkout girls who call me Ma’am. I hate that. I remember the very first time someone referred to me as Ma’am. I was only in my late 20’s and we were out on the strip having a few drinks. I had needed some air and was sitting outside on a bench when a girl came up to me and said, “Excuse me Ma’am, but do you happen to know what time it is?” I walked into the bar and told my boyfriend at the time what had happened. He just laughed at me. At that time I pictured Ma’am as some old stuffy housewife being called that by her children’s friends when she scolded them about something. I still picture a housewife, but she has a whip in her hand and the handsome young pool boy worshipping her now.

Are there words that you find have an influence on you? Maybe one of these? Something else?



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