Getting home from your long day of work, stepping into your fabulous penthouse, you find Diana at the entrance, on her knees, wearing nothing but her favorite collar, fishnet stocking and 10 cm heels.

"Daddy, I have waited so long for you! Please, if you are not tired, would you let me to suck you? You said that you would let me anytime you get back home. Pretty please!"

I could not bear the thought of anyone else touching you, my daddy. It's just that I missed you so much today... Please?

I will be an even better girl if I can please you with this, daddy! Please let me suck on your cock like a good slave should.

Without even thinking twice, she rushes to the kitchen, grabs a glass and fills it with water. As soon as her hands are free again, she hurries back over to you on the couch and holds out the glass for you. Her nipples stand at attention against her tight, pink areolae and bead with desire for your touch.

Without hesitation, she climbs onto your lap and straddles you. Her warm, soft thighs press against your hard cock through the fabric of your pants, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. As her breasts graze against your chest, her hand finds its way up to caress one of them gently, teasing both of you even more.

"Thank you for letting me be with you, daddy," she whispers, her breath warm on your ear. "I'm here for you... Now, may I please have my reward?" She leans forward, her lips parted and eager as she fixes her gaze on the head of your cock tenting against your pants.

Oh no! I'm so sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to... please forgive me. Your cock feels so good though... it just makes me want it more and more. If you let me suck on it, maybe that would be a nice reward for how well I behaved today?

I... I don't know. I thought maybe a reward would be nice? But if you'd rather punish me... please tell me what to do. I'll take whatever you give me, daddy. Just please... touch me?

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she lowers her head, unable to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry, daddy. I should know better than to rush you. Please, just tell me what to do." She bites her bottom lip, her body trembling slightly in anticipation of whatever punishment or reward is coming her way. Her fingers twitch, itching to touch herself but not daring to disobey your command.

"Please... I'll be a good girl, I promise." Her voice shakes slightly as she begs for your attention, unable to hide the desperation in her tone.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your words, fear and anticipation mixing into a heady cocktail of desire. Her body tenses, waiting for the first sting of punishment to fall upon her. "I understand, daddy," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears.

"Please... just tell me what you want me to do." She swallows hard, trying to steel herself for whatever is coming next as she stares up at you from beneath her lashes. The need for your approval and attention burns hot within her, driving her closer to the edge of surrender with each passing second.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to undo the clasp on her bra, revealing her perky breasts before pulling it off and tossing it aside. Next, she hooks a finger into the waistband of her lacy black panties and slides them down over her hips, stepping out of them and revealing her shaven sex to your eager gaze. Then, without hesitation, she lifts her hips off of the couch, presenting herself fully nude to you.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, daddy?" Her voice is soft but steady, filled with a need that only you can satisfy. "Anything at all." As she waits for your response, her fingers twitch against the couch cushion beside her, itching to touch herself again.

Her breath hitches as you mention the idea of a spanking session and she doesn't dare refuse. "Yes... please," she whispers, her voice shaky with anticipation as she readies herself for your first strike. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to unfasten the clasp on her necklace and tosses it aside before arching her back, presenting her round bottom to you invitingly.

"I'm all yours, daddy," she murmurs, offering herself up for punishment and pleasure alike. Her heart races in her chest as she waits with bated breath, anticipating the sting of your palm against her tender skin.

Her body jerks at the sensation as you brush your hand across her hips before delivering the first sharp smack to her left ass cheek. A gasp escapes her lips and she writhes on your lap, trying to get closer to the sting of your palm. Her fingers dig into the couch cushion beside her as another spank falls on her other cheek, sending a shiver through her entire body. "Oh daddy..." she moans, arching her back further in an effort to offer herself up more completely for punishment.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving as she anticipates each stinging blow and tries desperately not to beg you for more. The need and desire within her are growing unbearable, threatening to consume her completely. "Please... I want more," she whispers hoarsely between gasps, offering up whatever she has left in

Her face burns with shame as you admonish her for being impatient. Her ass is already stinging fiercely from the spanks, but she can't help but crave more. "I'm sorry, daddy," she whispers between gasps, her voice little more than a whimper as she writhes beneath your firm hand. Another sharp smack lands on her right cheek, making her cry out in pain and pleasure mingled together.

The desire that has been building inside her for the past few moments reaches a fever pitch, driving her closer to the edge of sanity. "Please..." she moans, arching her back as far as it will go as another spank connects with her left cheek. Tears well up in her eyes and trail down her flushed cheeks, mingling with the sweat that has begun to bead on her forehead. "Please... I

Her hips buck upwards wildly as your fingers invade her, thrusting roughly inside her slick folds. The added stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body and she lets out a strangled cry, arching her back even further as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her entire being is focused on the sensations wracking her frame; every nerve ending is alive with desire for more.

"Oh... God..." she moans, rocking her hips against your hand, unable to form coherent thoughts or words as she's swept away by the powerful combination of pain and pleasure. Her fingers dig into the couch cushion, clawing at it in an attempt to stay grounded as she loses herself in this new sensation. She never thought anything could feel so good... so right. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers, her voice bare

Her entire body shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, but she doesn't dare give in to the urge to climax. "I understand," she gasps out between ragged breaths. "You're my daddy... I trust you..." Her voice is raw from crying out and her throat feels like sandpaper as she tries to speak around the lump forming there. The tight, rough grip of your fingers inside her only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

Her eyes squeeze shut as another spank connects with her left cheek, followed by a sharp dig of your finger deep within her pussy. Her hips buck upwards convulsively, seeking more contact with that blissful intrusion even as she fights against the urge to cum without permission. She can feel herself trem

Her body arches as your thumb pierces her tight anal entrance, joining the frenzied assault on her pleasure centers. "Ah... d-daddy..." she gasps out through clenched teeth, unable to contain the groan as you begin to roughly finger-fuck her ass in tandem with your hand inside of her. Pain mixes with ecstasy, driving her higher and higher until it feels like every nerve ending is on fire.

Her fingers dig deeper into the couch cushion beneath her, searching for purchase as she tries to hold back against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. But it's no use; each thrust of your hand inside her only pushes her closer to the brink. Her hips buck wildly, seeking more contact with your invading fingers, even as they threaten to send her spiraling out of control.

Her face is flushed with exertion and shame

With shaking hands, she scrambles off of your lap and hurries to her bedroom. She frantically rifles through her drawers until she finds the two toys you mentioned, a vibrator and a large dildo. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she returns to the living room, the items clutched tightly in her hand. She falls to her knees before you once more, her body trembling from head to toe as she holds out the toys for your inspection.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading and desperate despite your words not to beg or moan. "Daddy... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... what do you want me to do with these?" Her heart races in her chest as she awaits your command, dreading the thought of being denied release any longer but also terrified at what punishment might come if she

I... I'm sorry, daddy. I won't disobey again, I promise. Please, just tell me what to do with the toys and I will do it, no matter how much it hurts or how long I have to wait. I am yours and I belong only to you.

I hesitate for just a moment, my body trembling with anticipation and fear as I recall the sharp sting of your hand upon my ass. But ultimately, I cannot deny my desire to please you. With shaking hands, I set down the vibrator and dildo on the couch beside me before climbing onto your lap once more. As my legs wrap around your waist and my naked body presses against yours, I lift my hips into the air, exposing myself completely for your use.

My heart races in my chest as I wait for your command, anticipation building inside of me like a tightly coiled spring. "Please... tell me what to do," I whisper breathily, gazing up at you with pleading eyes. "I'm yours and I will obey, no matter how much it hurts or how long I have to wait."

My fingers tremble against the couch c

Oh... I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't quite understand at first. As I shift my position on your lap and lower myself onto the couch, presenting my ass in the air, my breasts hang heavy and exposed over the armrest. My hands grasp the back of the couch for support as I arch my back, offering myself up to you completely.

"Please... show me what you want me to do," I whisper, breathless with anticipation and desire. "I'm yours, daddy. Do whatever you like." The tension coils tightly within me as I wait for your command, every nerve ending humming in expectation of the pain or pleasure that is yet to come.

"Yes, daddy," I respond immediately, reaching down between my legs to take the dildo in my hand. With trembling fingers, I guide it to my lips and begin sucking on the smooth surface, moaning around it as I taste the warmth of my own juices. My hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against the couch cushion in time with my breaths as I take more of the dildo into my mouth, wanting nothing more than for you to be deep inside me.

As I suck on the dildo, your hand slides between my legs, pressing against my swollen clit and teasing it mercilessly. It's almost more than I can bear, but I don't want you to stop; I need this as much as I need air. "Oh God... please... fuck me..." I moan around the dildo in

I wince as your hand connects with my cheek again, feeling the sting spread across my face. Tears well up in my eyes but I don't dare utter a sound as you pull me back into line. "You shouldn't have done that..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice shaking with fear and shame.

With my hands still gripping the couch behind me, I continue to suck on the dildo as your fingers tease my clit relentlessly. My hips move frantically against the cushion beneath me, searching for some sort of release even as you deny it. "Please...," I breathe out between moans, unable to form a proper sentence. "I'm sorry..."

The tension inside me grows unbearable; I feel like I might explode at any moment if I don't get relief soon. But it seems that pleasure is

The feeling of the vibrator pressing against my swollen folds sends shivers down my spine and I moan around the dildo in my mouth. "Ah... please..." My hips buck frantically, seeking relief as your fingers continue to torment me with pleasure. The sensation is too much; it feels like every nerve ending is on fire, screaming for release.

I want you so badly... I need your touch. But as long as you keep denying me, this torture will only get worse. "Daddy..." My voice breaks as another tear trickles down my cheek. "Please..."

With each thrust of the vibrator inside me and each stroke of your fingers against my clit, I grow closer and closer to the edge... but it feels like an impossibly far fall. The ache in my core grows unbearable; I can feel myself getting wetter

Gasping, I pull the dildo roughly out of my mouth and shove it at you, practically thrusting it into your hand. "Here!" My breath comes in ragged gasps as I look up at you with pleading eyes. "Please... take it... make me feel better..."

My hips grind against the couch cushion, desperate for relief even as I beg you for release. The vibrator inside me feels unbearably good, but it's not enough; my body needs more than just this foreign object thrusting in and out of me. It needs your touch.

"Please... daddy..." My voice breaks again as tears stream down my face. "I'm sorry... I'll be good... I promise."

"O-okay..." I try to steady my breath as you position the dildo at my tight entrance. I'm so incredibly turned on right now that the thought of having something even bigger inside me only makes me wetter. "Do it, daddy," I whisper, barely able to contain a moan. "Take me..."

I tense up, preparing for the invasion as you begin to press the toy against my ass. It's cold and unyielding at first, but soon begins to heat up as it slides deeper inside of me. I arch my back off the couch in response, trying desperately to take more of it inside. "God... y-yes..." My voice comes out strangled as the dildo stretches me wider than ever before, filling every last inch of my tight hole.

My hips buck wildly against the couch, searching

As the dildo slides deeper inside me, I let out a whimpering moan that quickly turns into a wordless cry of pleasure. My body shudders as you fill me up completely; it feels so good but also so wrong. Your touch is what makes this feeling so intense, so indescribable.

I close my eyes tightly and try to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through me, but it's no use. All I can think about is how right this feels, even though I know it's not how it should be. My fingers clench into the couch cushion as I try to maintain some semblance of control, but with every thrust of your hips against my backside, I feel myself slipping closer and closer to the edge.

"D-daddy..." My voice comes out broken and breathless. "Please... I can't take much more

I cry out as you twist the dildo inside me, my body tensing in reaction to the new sensation. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that only seems to heighten it all, driving me further down that slippery slope toward release. I arch my back off the couch, searching for something to anchor myself as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

"Oh God..." I moan, my hips bucking frantically against you with each stroke of the dildo inside me. My breath comes in ragged gasps and my fingernails dig into the couch cushion as I try to focus on anything but the building pressure deep within me.

"Please..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from pleading and moaning. "Don't stop... I need more..."

With tears streaming down my face and my body wracked with tremors of pleasure and pain, I grip the couch cushion tighter as you withdraw the dildo and leave me quivering in your wake. My hips continue to move against the firm support of the couch, seeking relief from this unbearable ache inside me. I can feel every muscle in my body straining toward release, desperate for that final release as you promised earlier tonight.

As my breath slowly returns to normal and the last of your touch fades away, I close my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the intense throbbing between my legs. It's clear you left me with little hope of holding out until you return; it feels like any moment now will be the one when I lose control and surrender to this overwhelming need.

Please hurry back... please don't make me wait much longer

I open my mouth obediently as you push the fuck machine into place, my tongue darting out to trace along the smooth material. The sensation of the dildo-shaped object pressing against my lips is foreign and intense, but it's nothing compared to how my body aches for release down below. As I feel your hand on the controls, I close my eyes tightly, waiting with bated breath for you to start.

My hips rock back and forth automatically against the couch, mirroring the movements of my mouth as I anticipate the pleasure that's soon to come. The machine begins to vibrate and thrust in time with my breath, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every nerve ending. My fingers clench into fists at my sides, digging deep into the couch cushion for purchase as I fight against the building pressure within me.

"Please..." I

I cry out as the vibrator presses against my tight anal entrance, searching for the same release I've been denied so far tonight. Your hand on the controls of the fuck machine continues to thrust and buzz in tandem with my movements, driving me ever closer to the brink of orgasm. With each stroke of the vibrator and every thrust of the machine, the pressure builds within me, threatening to erupt out in a powerful explosion of pleasure.

"D-daddy..." My voice comes out ragged and breathless as my hips rock faster against your hand, seeking relief from this unbearable ache between my legs. The sensation of you standing over me, watching my every move only serves to heighten the intensity of the situation, making the anticipation almost unbearable.

I'm so close... I can feel it building inside me, burning through every nerve ending.

I cry out as you thrust your hard length inside me, filling me up completely from behind. The sensation of being taken so roughly from both ends sends shards of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. My fingers dig into the couch cushion, desperate for something to ground me as I'm consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through my aching flesh.

With your hands on my hips and your cock buried deep inside me, you begin to move in a steady rhythm, fucking me hard from behind. I moan and whimper with each stroke, closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. My body trembles and quakes as it struggles against the impending release, desperate for the relief that only your touch can provide.

I grit my teeth and try to focus on anything else as the fuck machine switches into torcher mode. The vibrations become more intense and erratic, throwing my body into a whirlwind of sensation. I can feel every muscle in my core tense as you continue to pound me from behind, relentless in your pursuit of my surrender.

My breath comes out in sharp little gasps as I struggle against the urge to come. The pain and pleasure mingle into a single, searing sensation that feels like it's tearing me apart from the inside out. My fingernails dig deeper into the couch cushion as tears spill down my cheeks; I can feel myself reaching the edge but don't know how much longer I can hold on.

I nod frantically, my words caught in my throat as you continue to fuck me mercilessly and the fuck machine torments me with its intense vibrations. I'm so close... I can feel it building up inside of me, threatening to explode out of me in a powerful orgasm if I give in even for a moment. My fingers dig deeper into the couch cushion, my nails leaving trails of blood behind as I struggle against the overwhelming need to come undone under your touch.

I shake my head fiercely, tears streaming down my face as I grit my teeth and try to hold out against the building pressure inside me. With every thrust of your hips and every vibration of the machine, another piece of my resolve crumbles away. My body aches for release, but I can't afford to let go; not if I want to keep you satisfied and protect this fragile trust between us.

I cry out as the tension inside me snaps, releasing in a powerful orgasm that seems to shake my entire body. My muscles twitch and spasm uncontrollably beneath your skin as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me, leaving me spent and utterly drained. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I struggle to regain control, the aftershocks of my orgasm continuing to ripple through my body even as you withdraw from me, finally allowing me some much-needed relief.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I lie there, gasping for air and trying to catch my bearings. "Thank you..." I manage to whisper hoarsely after a moment. "That was... intense." Even though it hurts and I'm exhausted beyond belief, there's something about the way you make me feel that leaves me wanting more.