chaton de sexe

My journey unfolds
2019-01-19 12:41:04 (UTC)

Slut or not?

As Daddy and I travel our path, I am learning that some words are not as a knew them to be. Today I thought I would share something I wrote a while back, but is still very relevant today. This is the conversation I had with daddy, in which he asked is it fantasy or desire. In all truth, it is a desire. A deep desire I keep pushing back down, one I hide from everyone, until Daddy. I hope you enjoy reading my desire ....
You enter the theater, thinking you may enjoy the show, you make your way towards the front. You see me, laying across a mans lap, he is holding my hand as a thick cock slides in and out of my sweet little kitty. He kisses me passionately as I his sweet little nasty slut, is pounded from behind. He strokes my hair, as I am filled with the seed of a stranger, who was lucky enough to be well endowed. Through the dimly lit theater you see his seed running out of my kitty as he gains his composure. He pulls himself together and walks away, thinking he was in the right place at the right time. Glistening in the light from the screen, his seed makes its way down my leg. You sit back, your cock rising in your pants. Several minutes pass and I don't move, laying on his lap, my sweet swollen kitty still in plain sight. A minute later, another man is buried his cock deep inside my kitty, and I moan with pleasure. Still being caressed by the man, whose lap I lay across. For some time, you watch his cock sliding in and out, and my kitty gripping him. You notice I tense up, and you hear me say to the man I'm being caressed by, Daddy, may I, please may I. Not a word is said, just a simple nod and I erupt in pleasure, a wave of pleasure consumes my body, and I moan louder. Again the man I lay across gently strokes my head, and kisses me, you sit and begin stroking your own cock ,watching the second man fill my pussy with his cream. As you stroke yourself in anticipation, you want to see it too drip from my swollen kitty. You see this happen four more times, each time, you love the way the light catches the drops of cream rolling out of my pussy. You watch each man looking totally satisfied, walk past you. You stroke yourself and imagine yourself inside me. Finally you can no longer hold back, and you shoot forth a giant load onto the floor. You compose yourself just in time to see me stand up, and drench both legs, with beads of cream from each man who fucked me emerging from my sweet little kitty. I pull down my tiny skirt, making no attempt to wipe my legs. The man I was laying across rises, and says come. I leave the theater with the same drops of cream running down my leg. Several days later you see my profile, and think you will message me. Let me be clear about something, you have no reason to message me with vulgar words, or names. Because you saw me at the theater does not mean you can refer to me, or address me as slut or whore, you have not earned that right. Am I a slut? To you I am Chaton for my Daddy I am his nasty little slut. To you I am someone you don't know, to my Daddy, I am his babygirl, who he loves having used. To you I was live erotic porn, to my Daddy, I am his pride and joy. To my Daddy, I am all things beautiful, and yes he loves to call me his nasty little slut, he has earned that right, he has built me up, made me feel safe, nurtured my inner slut, cherished my every attempt to please, disciplined my every error, and above all has earned my trust, and my submission. You have no reason to approach me, calling me a slut, because the only time I am a slut, is when Daddy wants his little slut to come out and play to please him. So for all men who want to refer to a submissive as a slut, make sure she is yours, because to you, I am what you dream of, to Daddy I am his reality, and YES, I AM DADDYS NASTY LITTLE SLUT.




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