superbowl weekend – Exploring Desires

“Baby what are you doing?” Turning on the tv as you walk in blocking my view of the big game.

“Nothing..” as you kneel down on the carpet looking up at me.

“Baby? Do you need something?” I flip the channels to find the superbowl pre game.

“Mmm yes Daddy……” a litttle smirk

“And is that need of yours the reason you have only your bra and panties on?” giggles spill out as you nod and look at my lap.

“Baby the game is going to start soon, just tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want a snack.” your hands move over my bulge as you unbutton my jeans.

“Mmmmm and does daddy have the treat you are looking for?” I feel you reach in my briefs and pull out my soft thick cock. Your tongue teasing the tip as you lean over it and gently suck on it. My eyes rolling as I lean back as watch you sucking wildly like you are starving for it. “Fuck baby go on then….just like that, take what you need.” I groan as my hips rock against your mouth. I hear and feel the POP of your wet lip coming off my cock as you stand quickly and yank your panties to the side. You turn and sit down as my cock slips in your soaked little slit. “Baby have you been playing?” I knew you had but I loved to hear you say it. “Yes Daddy, I know you want to watch the game but can you do it like this?” You start to lift and fall on my raging hard cock. I growl a bit and cup your ass and tit. “Oh damn you babygirl, you know I can’t resist your sexy little body on me….” I feel you hold my knees and slam your little cunt harder and faster. “I know Daddy….and I just need to feel it in me sometimes”

The game started but all I was watching was your bottom rocking on my stomach. The only thing I could hear was your whimpers and moans over the cheering crowds. The only thing I felt was the wetness of each orgasm spill on me as you kept fucking me. “Daddy pleaseeee, I have to feel it in me, fill me Daddy.” and with a heavy burst I empty my seed deep as you push down and squeeze my cock in your womb. “Holy fuck baby yes!” a slow rocking of your hips as you claim it all. “Who’s winning Daddy?”

“Daddy is baby, Daddy is winning!”

I had given you a laundry list of things to do while I was at work. The house was a wreck and it was superbowl weekend, friends and family would be over to eat, drink, cheer. You were not exactly the most motivated when it came to hosting a gathering but I however took pride that everyone would prefer to be at our place.

I called you on my way home and I could tell by the “stretching” in your voice that your lazy ass had done nothing. I hung up irritated and drove a bit faster to get there. As I opened the door I heard hurried feet and it made me smile, you knew I was going to give you hell but you were going to make a last second attempt to prove you had been working today. Into the kitchen I set down my keys and saw the dishes in the sink. Grumbling I walked down the hall to the laundry room. I could hear things being tossed in as I stepped into the room. Bent over pulling underwear out of your basket I lost any chance of scolding you. You always find a way to get out of your chores.