she had convinced Him to go out to a costume party with her for new year's eve. she figured they had been working hard enough and the kids were all staying over with their cousins for the night. He had no real desire to dress up but it was hard to tell her no when she looked up at Him the way only she could. she promised that He wouldn't have to do anything but get dressed and they could leave whenever He wanted. He saw friends once they arrived and relaxed that He wasn't the only man feeling a little out of place in their outfits. He was wearing a black pinstriped double breasted suit jacket that slipped past His waist just the perfect length. His shirt was a nice pristine white which set off the black tie quite nicely. His pants matched the jacket and had the sharpest creases He might have ever seen. The shoes were of course black, highly polished with a slightly pointed toe which along with the jet black trouser socks she found to go with the suit. The black fedora sporting a slightly wide white piece of white fabric encircling it and the mock mini machine gun He was sporting gave Him all the appearance of a 1940's mobster. It wasn't vintage because rarely would a man have been as tall as He was but she had gone to great lengths to mimic the look for Him which is why it didn't surprise Him when He saw her once she was ready.
she had spent a few hours at the hairdresser instead of her normal in and out but she rushed up to their oldest daughter's room to get dressed away from His prying eyes. When He finally saw her He was just a bit shocked. she was in some pretty basic three inch black heels, her skirt was incredibly fitted moving graciously over her curves and pulling her legs closer together as it reached her calves. she'd be able to walk freely but it would be at the mercy of the skirt. He saw what He thought might have been a corset inspired top peaking from the fitted short sleeved jacket she was wearing that stopped at her hips and a pair of dramatic black silk gloves. her hair was sculpted into nice soft waves until it came together in the back of her head where it was pinned into big ringlets and captured in the old fashioned netting women used to wear when they had expended so much effort into achieving that look. He was sure the stockings were just thigh highs but He didn't have time to inspect them right now. He did not that she had found the lined pair to go with the outfit. If the material wasn't so glossy and she wasn't so short and busty the outfits would have been mistaken for one another. He briefly had a flash of stripping her and fucking her on the steps before she planted a kiss on His cheek and said let's go.
The party was fun for both of them. Neither had dressed up and gone out in costume for quite a while. He even drug her out on the dance floor during one of the WWII USO inspired numbers from the band. When He was ready to go she happily followed Him out of the place and back to their car. He was exhausted when He pulled into the driveway. He figured they'd set up in the bed and she would giggle while they undressed and fell asleep. she pulled Him toward the basement and asked for His help for 10 minutes and then they could go up. she asked Him to sit in the chair she was normally strapped to and He gave her a raised eyebrow for a moment before agreeing to have a seat. He looked at the clock and told her she had 8 more minutes and then it was bedtime. she nodded and then flipped on a cd, "i don't think i'll need more than five minutes Daddy."
He thought she was just going to listen to the music loudly and then be ready to go upstairs. He was wrong. she sat on His desk and started pulling off her jacket then began lipsynching with the song.
her hands travelled over her breasts and over her lap when the word waist was uttered. she'd clearly been rehearsing this to get the timing right and He was both impressed and aroused. she slid off the desk and walked over to Him. she sank into His lap and kissed His neck and cheek as blow your mind cooed through the speakers. He tried to hold her to Him but she shook loose and pressed her fingers to His lips in time with the music. she wiggled in His lap as He heard the words put your icing on my cake flood into the room and rocked her ass up and down His dick before she stepped away from Him. she turned back to face Him and bent over at the waist to toy with the bottom of her skirt. she smirked as she looked at Him from that position and whispered along with the cd. "i need a spanking cause i've been bad," parted her lips as she slid the zipper up on each of the last three words until it opened up around her in her hands. she toyed with a bit before letting it fall. she pulled Him out of the chair to dance around with her for a bit as the singing stopped. she smiled as He heard someone else say Daddy and shook His head at her that she found this song. Just when He was starting to enjoy dancing around with her half naked she pushed Him away from her and onto the spot she had occupied on the desk. she sauntered over to Him and quickly unzipped the pants she had clearly studied before she gave them to Him to wear. she had her bottle in hand when the music ground out "blow your mind." she freed Him as the singer demanded another spanking and wasn't totally surprised when He acquiesced. He spanked harder in time with the taunting from the song. she took the opportunity to sneak her right hand underneath her and unzip the zipper on her top. when she rolled over after her spanking she covered her breasts in her hand asked Him to put some icing on her cake as He leaned over to kiss her and the final chords of the song ended.
When the kiss broke, she was gunning for the spanking and drilling of a lifetime. "see Daddy i told You i just needed five minutes."
"I got your five minutes baby. He picked her up off of His lap and placed her on the desk. He pinned her hands above her head by the wrists with His left hand. His right acted with assistance from her lower body and wiggled her out of the frilly panties she was still wearing. His fingers invaded her pussy as soon as it was exposed. she moaned and smiled at Him.
"i thought it was bedtime."
He bit into her breast then. "Daddy has the right to change His mind whenever He likes." He bit and suckled so long that the bruise was already angry and puffy when He kissed it and moved on to her neck. she was struggling a bit but it was to get more of His finges inside of her and not away from Him like normal. He let go of her arms and removed His hand from her creamy center. He unbottoned His pants so His dick wouldn't get caught in the zipper and then fed it to her while she lay back on the desk. For some reason unknown to either of them the very stylized appearance was making them both a little hyper. He pulled out of her mouth and that all too familiar pop sound happened as she never wanted to let Him go. He pulled her legs off the desk and pushed her face down on the nice sturdy furniture. He slid inside of her without a pause. He didn't grab her hair like normal but He got a bit of a death grip on her neck and smiled as she started to mewl for Him. He fucked her harder and enjoyed the string of guttural noises that were supposed to pass for words that were spilling out of her. she bumped into the remote for the cd somehow and it started up again. The flashback of her undressing and working Him like He was her own personal pole set Him off. He let go of her neck and grabbed her waist. He ripped into her body as fast as He could stand it then.
her body flexed and tightened around Him. she would cum as soon as He said it was okay to but for now she was enjoying being plundered. she tweaked her nipples as best she could from the position she was in. He asked her which slice of cake she wanted iced and she giggled. she turned to face Him once He pulled out of her and opened her mouth. He smiled and let her have her bottle. He watched her hand pump His dick ever so slowly and wait for the flood of nut to wash over her tongue. He let go of a nice steady stream until He was emptied for the moment. "I guess the creamy filling was put on just then," He said chuckling into the mostly quiet room. her eyes opened and danced with a bit of delight that she had been thoroughly fucked and filled up with His cum. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her again. "I'm also going to have to watch you more carefully too. Whenever I leave you alone and think you are behaving you come up with things like this."
"am i in trouble Daddy?"
"None you can't work yourself out of darling," He said as He put His jacket around her and walked her up the stairs and to their bedroom.
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Name::red velvet From::Pleasure, Pain, United States
Yes i really AM a Black woman. i am a masochistic submissive who will perpetually find herself in service to a sadistic Dom. He makes all of this make sense. Because of the experiences i've had, i'm quite positive that when and if i marry it will be to someone that is my Dom/Daddy/Master whatever you want to call it. That may not be anytime soon but 24/7 is what i'm looking for in the future.