Crawl To Me

“You wanna know why they think they can touch you like that, princess?” Randell asked, one hand grasping on to my ass as the other grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Because you’re acting like a little slut, grinding your cunt across my thigh to get off, ruining my pants, and now getting fucked in front of all Daddy’s friends.”

The man tugged even harder on my nipples. I moaned out, brows furrowed together. Heat gathered in my core, and I closed my eyes, feeling so good right now.

I loved the feeling of him inside of me, using me for his pleasure, submitting completely to him.

“But that’s not true, right, princess? You’re not an innocent slut.”

      “No, Daddy,” I said.

      “What are you then?” he asked me.

      “Daddy’s dumb little whore.”

      Wrapping a hand around the front of my throat, he pulled my upper body off the table and closer to him. “That’s right,” he said into my ear, his voice husky. “You’re Daddy’s little whore, who loves to get her tight little cunt fucked in front of all these other men …” He thrust hard up into me.

“All these men who will never get a fucking chance to feel how tight your pussy gets for me because it’s mine.”

 My pussy tightened around him, and I moaned out.

Grasping another fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back slightly, still pumping into me.

“You’re going to be a good cum slut for me, sweetheart, and let Daddy’s friends come on your cute little face.”

      “Yes, Daddy.”

      “Tell them that you want it,” Randell said, tugging back and forth on my hair. “Beg for it.”

     

I glanced around at the men on the couch. “Please, give it to me,” I pleaded, clenching around him. “Please, I need it so bad. I want you to cover my face, put it in my mouth, in my hair, all over my tits.”

      The CEO stood up and walked over to me, stroking his cock against my face. He rested a hand on the top of my head and pulled it back slightly.

“Look at me. Keep those big eyes open the entire time. Don’t close them, no matter how much cum sprays all over this face. If you’re a little whore, you’re going to take cum like one.”

      My pussy tightened at the sound of his words, and Daddy pulled on my hair to hold my head back.

I stuck my tongue out and nodded my head, keeping my eyes wide and trained on him the entire time.

He stared into my eyes, at my lips, then toward my bouncing tits and came all over my face, his cum squirting out onto my cheek and to my forehead.

My eyes shut almost instinctively, and he slapped me hard across the cheek. “I said not to fucking close those eyes.”

He rubbed his cum all over my face as punishment, messing up my mascara and making my eyelashes sticky.

      After I opened my eyes back up, Daddy pulled me closer. “Be a good girl. Listen, follow orders, and you won’t be punished like that again. Do you understand?”

      “Yes, Daddy. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

      He gently rubbed my face where the man had slapped it. “Good.”

      I stared up at each man as they came all over my face, on my eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere and anywhere they wanted to come.

When the last man pressed his cock against my cheek and came all over my face, his cum squirting onto my cheek and up onto my forehead, Daddy grabbed my hand.

      “Come here.” He sat me on his lap, grabbed a cloth from beside him, and wiped the cum off my face.

“Did I do good?” I asked, resting my hands on his shoulders.

      “You did so good, Celene. So good.” He continued to wipe the cum off my face with one hand, rubbing small circles on my hip with the other as he stared into my eyes.

      My lips curled into a small smile, and I closed my eyes, letting him clean me off.

After grabbing a glass of water from a waitress, he held it to my lips. “Drink this.”

      I grasped the cup and sipped it through the straw, the cold water making my warm insides feel good. When I handed him the glass back, he placed it on the side table next to me.

“Would you like to stay a bit longer or get home?” he asked me.

      After looking around at the other men, I curled up into Randell’s arms. “Home,” I said, feeling exhausted. “But I want to come back. Soon.”

Randell scooped me up into his arms and stood. “Soon, Celene. I’ll take you back soon.”

     

       

The next day, he invited me on a meeting with him and naturally I said yes.

“Celene, do you know why I brought you here?” Daddy asked, taking my hand and leading me into a conference room, where all my father’s coworkers and bosses sat.

He shut the door behind us and ushered me further into the room. “Hmm?”

“No,” I said, gulping.

 My father must’ve been somewhere in the building, so close. If he caught me with his bosses and the rest of his coworkers, my life would be over.

He would scold me so hard, quit his job, and drag me halfway across the continent to somewhere new.

      Daddy began unbuttoning my button-up top, exposing the lacy black bra that he told me to wear this morning. After pushing it off my shoulders, he laid it on an empty seat at the head of the table and pulled down my skirt, folding it and setting it beside the shirt.

I glanced around at the heated and hungry stares. “What are we doing?”

“This mouth belongs to me, but this morning”—Daddy grasped my jaw—“you’re going to use it to suck off everyone at the conference table while your father gives a presentation today. And you’re not going to stop until they shoot their cum all over your face.”

My breath caught in my throat, the warmth building in my core.

      “When your father is finished with his presentation, you’re going to crawl out from under that table, and your face had better be covered with cum. I want it dripping down your cheeks, in your hair, mixed with your mascara, all over your fucking body. I want you to be ruined.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, excitement rushing through me.

“Your father should be here soon,” he said, pulling out his chair for me to crawl under. “Why don’t you get a head start? You have an hour to make every one of these men come today. And if you don’t, you’ll get punished, Celene.”

He gently brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” I whispered, dropping to my knees and crawling underneath the spacious table.