Disgusting Baby

The following is all consensual.

Hunter picked me up from work being the wonderful daddy that he is. We went back to his house and watched Netflix and had garbage pizza.

He let me lay my head in his lap while we watched our show. I like playing with his hands and constantly idly touching him. I was giving his hand kisses when he pushed his thumb to my lips. I knew what he wanted from me but I was too shy and embarrassed, afraid to misinterpret his intent.

“Open up, baby”

I let out a little whine in protest trying (barely) to assert myself that I didn’t need to suck his thumb.

“Baby”

I obediently opened my mouth and took his thumb.

“Good girl”

Little stuff is still scary for me with Hunter because it’s so new. But I was quite the happy baby sucking on his thumb.

After the show I begged to watch one more but he said it was bedtime and that we had to get ready for bed.

“Put your onesie on before you get in bed”

Another little whine escaped my mouth.

“And your paci too since you’re so whiny tonight”

I hated how much I loved it. My pussy was instantly wet by his condescension.

I did as I was told and we got into bed. Snuggled up under the covers daddy took my paci out. I knew what he wanted and I instinctively started sucking his cock. I was eager. I took my time, I was sloppy, I was doing it just the way he loves it.

“Daddy are you gonna fuck me?” I asked meekly.

“Is that what you want?”

I nodded eagerly. He got up and went to get a condom while I undid the snaps to my onesie.

I love when daddy fucks me. He slid in so easily. I was practically dripping. He started out slowly and began picking up pace. Eventually he was going in and out deeper and deeper. I got whinier and whiner as I could feel him filling me.

“Are you too little to handle daddy?”

I shook my head no in protest but I wasn’t so sure.

“Daddy doesn’t care if it hurts. You’re daddy’s little fuck doll and I’ll do to you whatever I want”

He grabbed my face and I flinched violently.

“Hold still”

It’s always hard to hold still when I know I’m about to be slapped, but I wanted to be good for him. Not once, not twice, but three times he slapped me. My nice loving daddy was gone and this was mean daddy, using me to get what he wanted.

Fucking me harder he lowered his face and began kissing me. Desperately I kissed back, enjoying the intimate exchange. He pulled back and instructed me to close my mouth.

He spat on my face. Causing disgust to run through my body. I hated it. I hated it so much. But my pussy betrayed me and I was instantly gushing. Daddy noticed and this only fueled him further.

Again he spit on me. I went to wipe it off but he grabbed my hands and pinned them down.

“Do you think you’re too good for daddy’s spit?”

“No” I said in the most defeated tone.

I felt totally violated, degraded, disgusting and oh so into it. I couldn’t help it. The more I hated the more I loved it. My fucked up brain can’t help but enjoy the things that make my skin crawl.

Pinned down, covered in spit, while daddy smeared it around with one hand directly on my face shoving it into the bed and the other around my throat he fucked me senseless. I was gone. Thrusting harder and deeper until eventually he came.

To which I hopped up and sprinted to the bathroom to scrub my face. Dried spit has got to be the worst feeling in the world.