Enjoy a delightful mix of sports and sweets with Football Sundae.
As I slumber soundly, my dream takes a turn towards jumping on trampolines at an indoor park. In my fantasy, I collide with another woman, and upon falling, we apologize and embrace, kissing each other's boo-boos. However, in this bizarre dream, our boo-boo kissing leads to making out, and the next thing I know, I'm caressing her breasts while her finger penetrates my most intimate place, reserved for my husband, "Daddy." She pushes harder and harder, her expression turning impish, and the dream transforms her finger into a large dildo, causing discomfort. I wake up panting heavily.
I soon realize that, in reality, my husband is penetrating me in my sleep.
"Morning, my princess," Daddy greets me with a smile. "Looks like you had an interesting dream," he continues as he continues to thrust into me.
"Good morning, Daddy," I respond, feeling an orgasm building.
Daddy then explains the rules, invalidating the use of "Daddy" in favor of "Sir," which I'm not happy about, but not exactly ready to risk getting into trouble. "Good girl," he growls, thrusting harder and deeper into me.
I need relief, but cannot cum or pee due to Daddy's insistence that I hold out.
At one point, I exclaim, "Daddy?" seeking permission.
"Yes, baby," he responds.
"I need to relax, Daddy. I can't hold it in much longer. I need to both cum and pee," I cry out in distress.
Daddy insists that I hold off on my cum and pee, not wanting to rush or interrupt the pleasure. He has a tight grip on both of my breasts, using them for added leverage to thrust harder. My sore pussy is aching due to the prior night's spankings. My cervix feels stretched from Daddy's ceaseless thrusts.
The bed thumps against the wall with each thrust, one might imagine it's reaching exhaustion.
"Baby, are you okay? You sound upset," Daddy asks, seemingly unaware of my situation.
Tears begin to well in my eyes, and I cry out, "Daddy, I need to pee, please let me go."
"I know it's difficult, but don't forget the rules. Don't let it out. Look at those bruises on your pussy. They are clearly exciting you, aren't they?" he asks with an impish look in his eye.
He thrusts even harder, pushing my body towards an excessive limit. The bruises may be the reason he's bringing up his grotesque behavior.
"No, Sir," I gasp as I cry more, and tears flood my eyes.
He continues to slam into me, making it seem like His dick could dislocate my cervix. The pain and frustration eventually trigger tears naturally.
"I don't want to!" I nearly scream, pleading with my eyes while sobbing.
"I know, little one, but you've done a good job being my good girl. I'm going to let you go. But -" he warns.
"Please," I beg, praying for release.
He then starts to press on my pelvis, "Do you need to go, my love?"
I nod, pleading with my eyes.
"All right my sweet. You've done well. I'll let you go," a sinister smile forms on his face. "But you're going to suck my dick clean while you pee."
I agree and dash to the bathroom while he makes his way there.
"Don't start peeing until I'm in you, little miss. I don't want you to make a mess. You wouldn't want that, would you?" he teases, reaching the bathroom before me.
I can't sit, out of fear that my body will go into an uncontrollable state if he doesn't get there. [
Daddy tends to take his time entering the bathroom. I assume a sitting position, allowing him to insert his dick into my mouth. It has a delightful taste, a combination of semen and pussy. Despite the awkward situation—sitting naked on the toilet as he feeds me—I'm greatly enjoying the physical pleasure. Concentrating on peeing becomes a challenge with his cock in my mouth, though. I've never realized I might consider peeing while peacefully urinating prior to this. Thankfully, I finally complete my mission.
My father approves of my performance and encourages me to let him tend to me like a baby. I pray he won't suggest donning a diaper like that one occasion I was being exceptionally uncooperative.
My father and I relax in the shower, as he mindfully cleanses my body, including my hair. He dries me and prepares my coif in pretty ponytails; we remain naked.
Daddy urges his penis towards my mouth, and I fondly accept it only for him to deny me. "No, pet. Not now. You can taste your daddy's binky later."
Feeling disappointed, I attempt to display my contempt by contemplating crying. His erection is a visual indication that my strategy is a success. While resisting the temptation to submit to his demands, I stand in the corner, awaiting his command.
Any attempt I make to alter this situation would result in His erection, so instead, I'm instructed to hold still in this corner and not move a muscle, leaving me vulnerable. Some afternoons, this serves as a punishment, and others it simply entertains him while he performs tasks he doesn't want me present for. I'm unsure which category today fits into but comply nonetheless.
"Lift your dress so I may admire your bruised cheeks, babygirl!"
I obey, lifting my skirt and exposing my bare bottom, which is a sea of bruises from last night's "impact session." The bruising conditions me, exuding an irresistible attractiveness to Daddy.
"Remain still and make no motion. I'm very proud of you, my good girl." Daddy's deep kiss makes my soul awaken with a sense of joy, stimulating my feminine feelings. He follows this with a forehead kiss and approves of my meekness.
The stockade bench has been transported into the house by Daddy, as I glance at this object of misery.
He directs me midway between it and his chair. With my skirt lifted, Daddy adjusts the device, securing me in place. My shoulders and waist are bound, allowing me only to wiggle my fingers and toes. I remain fully clothed, with the exception of my now-free breasts.
I spot his gesture using a remote to activate the football game while chuckling, "Entertain me during these commercials, princess."
I fret about the long duration of the game, as it demands complete silence. Halfway into the game, some sort of entertainment is provided when he once again impales my mouth. I scream into his dick, the intense vibrations felt by him. My dad quickly releases his semen into my throat. This oftentimes sparks a lengthier encounter, which leaves me luxuriating in the afterglow. However, this time, his sperm is expelled for the convenience of the commercial break, I imagine.
During the subsequent advert break, he rubs capsaicin all over my bruised butt. The sensation feels life-threateningly painful.
Through another sponsorship, Daddy places ginger into my anus.
During the fourth break, capsaicin-flavored nipple clamps are applied, each with a small weight, which are then fitted to my nipples.
I remain silent as I endure a full football game of cruelty. Given his sensual techniques inside the stockade, I'm not certain I can survive.
During the commercial break, Daddy took out his camera and took close-up pictures of me and my entire body.
Throughout the entire game, I was his plaything, and the type of torture he chose typically involved pain. During a few breaks, he used the wand on my clit, prohibiting me from reaching orgasm, but during one of the breaks, he deceived me and said I could cum as long as I climaxed before the commercial ended. Not only did I cum before the commercial finished, but when Daddy didn't take the wand off, I squirted all over the floor. He kept the wand on me for the entire duration of the next commercial break.
Towards the end of the game, when Daddy's team was losing, he took out the ginger from my butt and replaced it with his own cock. He pounded my ass through the entire fourth quarter. When the other team scored again, Daddy slammed his dick even harder into my ass, faster and faster until he came at the same moment the final buzzer indicated the game was over.
Afterwards, Daddy turned off the TV, removed me from the stockade, and sat me on his lap for some cuddles. He mentioned that I was a great little toy for him and asked if I would like to get ice cream as a reward. I agreed, and he said, "But..."
uh oh!
"First, I'm going to seal my cum in your ass with a plug, and then I'll go clean up," Daddy grinned.
This is exactly what we did.
At the ice cream shop, I ordered coffee ice cream with oreos in it while my dress rubbed against my sore breasts, aware that if the wind blew even slightly, the people around us would see my bruised ass with no panties and a plug in it.
This made me look around at all the other ladies in dresses and wonder what they might be hiding under theirs.
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