Fresh Meme Daddy

~Not new to NSFW~ •31 years old •Daddy dom/ soft dom •Sadistic pleasure dom •NSFW memes •TW: hard kinks •Nerdy and funny •Married •DMs open for friends only! #nsfwtwt

This sounds like a perfect little toy!

He’s got her legs spread wide, wrists pinned above her head, and that wicked little vibe pressed right against her swollen clit. “That’s it, princess… take it for Daddy.” Her hips jerk helplessly every time the toy pulses. She’s already soaked through the sheets, thighs trembling, soft broken whimpers turning into high, desperate cries. He doesn’t let up. Not when she begs. Not when her eyes roll back. Not when her toes curl and her whole body arches off the bed. “Too much—Daddy, it’s too much—” “No such thing,” he murmurs against her ear, voice dark and low. He switches the setting higher. The overstimulation hits her like a wave and she shatters again, gushing, sobbing, drooling onto the pillow as her mind blanks out completely. He keeps the toy there, slow and relentless, watching her fall apart. By the time he finally pulls it away she’s a wrecked, twitching mess, lips parted, spit trailing down her chin, eyes glassy and unfocused. Just his good little princess, ruined and dripping and completely gone for him.

You are all mine!

He held the door for her at the restaurant like she was the only woman in the room. Hand low on the small of her back, voice soft when he ordered for her, eyes never leaving hers while the rest of the table talked. Outside he walked on the street side, kissed her temple under the streetlights, called her his princess loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. People smiled. She glowed. The second the hotel door locked behind them the mask came off. He shoved her against the wall, one hand around her throat, the other already under her dress. “Look at my good girl all day,” he growled against her mouth. “Everyone thinking you’re so sweet. Nobody knows you’re my filthy little whore the second we’re alone.” He turned her, bent her over the desk, yanked her panties down and pushed into her hard. She was already soaked. He fucked her like he owned every hole, every sound, every wet slap of skin. “Say it.” She moaned it into the wood: I’m your princess outside and your whore when you want me. He came deep, kept her there, then carried her to the bed and used her mouth until she was shaking and ruined and still whispering daddy like a prayer.

I hope it will work this time!

The tower trembled as the heavy oak door splintered under Daddy’s boot. Lightning cracked outside, illuminating the chamber where the evil wizard had bound his princess, wrists above her head, silk ropes biting into soft skin, her thin nightgown torn open to bare the full curves of her breasts and the damp heat between her thighs. “Daddy…” she whimpered, voice thick with need and fear. The wizard’s last spell still hummed over her skin, leaving her aching, swollen, and desperately wet. Daddy’s eyes burned as he crossed the room in three strides. One hand fisted in the wizard’s robes and hurled him against the wall; the other already cupped her face, thumb stroking her lower lip. “I’ve got you, princess,” he growled, low and rough. His free hand shoved between her legs, finding her soaked and ready. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep while his mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss. She moaned into it, hips rolling helplessly against his hand. He freed her wrists only long enough to spin her around, bend her over the stone altar, and yank the ruined nightgown up over her hips. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, hot, heavy, insistent, then he sank into her in one relentless thrust, filling her until she cried out his name. “That’s it,” he rasped against her ear, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “Take every inch while Daddy ruins the man who touched what’s mine.” He fucked her deep and filthy, the wet slap of skin echoing through the chamber, her moans growing louder with every punishing stroke until the wizard’s final scream was drowned out by the sound of his princess coming hard around her Daddy’s cock.

He cupped her face like she was the only thing left in the universe that mattered. One hand slid into her hair, the other gripping the back of her neck, and then his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was desperate. Starving. Like he’d been holding his breath for years and she was the last molecule of oxygen left on earth. His tongue pushed past her lips the second she gasped, claiming her, tasting her, swallowing the soft broken sound she made. He kissed her deeper, harder, like he was trying to crawl inside her mouth and live there. She melted against him, fingers fisting his shirt, legs going weak as he backed her into the wall and kept taking. Every drag of his tongue, every soft bite to her bottom lip, every low growl that vibrated against her mouth said the same thing: Mine. You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go. When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, their lips still brushed, wet and swollen. His forehead rested against hers, voice rough and low. “That’s how a daddy kisses his princess when he’s about to lose his fucking mind.”

He had her wrists bound tight above her head with the soft black rope, ankles spread and secured so she couldn’t close her thighs. His princess was already trembling, cheeks flushed, lips parted, looking up at him with those big, pleading eyes that only made him harder. “Stay still for Daddy,” he growled, dragging a slow hand down her stomach. “You wanted this. You asked for it.” He pushed into her in one deep, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt while she gasped and arched against the restraints. The rope creaked as she pulled, but she wasn’t going anywhere. He set a relentless rhythm, deep, hard, possessive, watching every flicker of pleasure and surrender on her face. “That’s it… take every inch like a good girl.” His hand closed lightly around her throat while the other gripped her hip, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Each snap of his hips drove a broken moan from her throat. He didn’t ease up until she was shaking, overstimulated, and completely wrecked for him, still tied down and completely his.

I would totally listen to your heart!

Daddy had her exactly where he wanted her, bent over the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, every inch of his princess on full display. He took his time working her open, first with two thick fingers sliding deep into her dripping cunt, then a third, stretching her until she was whimpering and rocking back onto his hand. “That’s it, princess,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Open up for Daddy. Every little hole is mine tonight.” He pulled his fingers free, slick and shiny, and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt, filling her completely. He fucked her deep and steady, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. When she started clenching and moaning his name, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed her knees to her chest. He lined up again and sank into her ass in one slow, relentless push, watching her face as she took every inch. Once he was fully seated he stayed still, letting her feel how full she was, then started fucking her hard—deep, punishing strokes that made her little holes clench and flutter around him. He switched between them freely, using her cunt, then her ass, then her mouth when he wanted her to taste herself on his cock, until she was a trembling, dripping mess and he finally came deep inside her, marking every hole as his.

Why are you even with me?!

Daddy tilted her chin up with two fingers, looking down at his princess like she was the only thing that mattered. “Open wide for me, baby. Take your treat.” She parted her lips obediently, eyes glassy with need. He fed his cock into her mouth slow at first, letting her taste him, then pushed deeper until the head nudged the back of her throat. She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk. “That’s it… good girl. Swallow every drop when I give it to you.” He started fucking her mouth in earnest—deep, wet strokes that made spit run down her chin. Her hands stayed on his thighs like he’d told her, nails digging in whenever he bottomed out. The wet sounds filled the room. She was choking and gagging and still sucking like she was starving for it. “Fuck...princess...” His voice went rough. He held her head still and unloaded straight down her throat, thick pulses of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed hard around him, throat working, eyes watering, not spilling a single drop until he finally pulled back. A thin string of spit and cum stretched from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Daddy wiped her mouth with his thumb and fed it back to her. “Perfect. My good little princess took her treat so well.”

He took his time marking her. Slow, deliberate strikes that bloomed into deep, dark bruises across the soft insides of her thighs, the curve of her hips, the tender skin of her ass. Each one a deliberate claim. When he was done he stood back and looked at the canvas he’d made of her body, breathing hard, eyes dark with satisfaction. Then he dropped to his knees. He pressed his mouth to the first bruise, kissing it with almost reverent hunger. Then the next. Then the next. Soft, wet, lingering kisses over every purple and blue mark, tasting the heat he’d left under her skin. He made a low, pleased sound against her thigh as he worked his way higher, lips dragging over each bruise like he was tasting a masterpiece he’d created just for himself. “Look at you,” he murmured against a particularly dark one on her hip. “My perfect little princess, all marked up for me.” Another slow kiss. “Such a pretty mess.” He didn’t stop until he’d kissed every single one.

When you can't get your mind to be quiet enough to sleep.... Fuck depression sometimes!

I just want the record to be set straight! No matter how much I tell you brats to behave, I don't actually want any of you to change. I want to start a fun fight, and I am exactly where I want to be! I love the back and forth!

Daddy’s hand tightens in her hair as he forces his thick cock deeper into his little princess’s throat. She gags wetly around him, spit running down her chin and over her tits while he snarls, “That’s it, baby girl, take every fucking inch. This throat was made for Daddy’s cock.” He fucks her face hard and deep, hips slamming, balls slapping her chin, holding her there until her eyes water and her throat convulses around him. When he finally pulls back she gasps, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, before he drives back in and uses her mouth like a perfect wet hole until he’s ready to flood her throat.

I am discovering how to win against you, brats!

He kept the black mask on the whole time, eyes locked on her through the slits while his hands pinned her wrists above her head. “That’s it, princess,” he growled against her ear, voice low and rough. “Take every inch for Daddy.” She whimpered as he thrust deeper, hips snapping hard, the mask brushing her cheek with every roll of his body. Sweat slicked their skin. He fucked her slow and deep at first, then harder, claiming her with long, punishing strokes that made her cry out his name. One hand slid down to circle her clit while he kept driving into her, the mask never leaving his face, dark, anonymous, completely in control. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Soak Daddy’s cock while I use this pretty little pussy.” She shattered around him, pulsing tight, and he followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her while the mask stayed firmly in place.

This sounds really fucking hot!

You get more flies with honey than vinegar!