Filth at Gun Point

With eyes wide & an arched brow, I stared back at my Daddy who aimed a gun directly at me...

Intrigued & feeling extra bratty, I decided to test my luck. I playfully rolled my eyes... "And what are you gonna do with that?" I asked sucking on my bottom lip.

I'm not sure if he knew...

I eyed the dangerous piece of metal & plastic from the view on Daddy's lap...
He had been messing around with this new piece he just recently added to his collection & naturally I was right there with him per usual.

I won't say guns are my favorite, in-fact, for the longest time I’ve been pretty opposed to them so
I'm not sure what made me so inclined to do what proceeded next, but the urge was unarguably over-whelming...

I licked the barrel. My wet tongue leaving streaks of saliva all over the cold, metal & hard black plastic. As soon as I did it I understood the impulse.. I wanted more... I slowly licked the tip of the gun again while my daddy watched me expectantly: "Good Girl" he said. I quietly wondered why he wasn't as surprised as I figured he'd be. Later to that question he answered "You're my baby, I know you nasty"

…He ran the gun over my eager tongue & lips. Calmly, he pushed the hardware into my mouth further as I rounded my lips around the contours of the metal. I began to slowly bob my head back & forth, emulating movement as if it were his hard cock in my mouth instead. I didn't see the difference. They both turned me on wildly. I stared back at him, my eyes glazing over from the way he hadn't taken his off me the entire time. Secretly I was trying to read his mind-- without thought, I cocked my head to the side as if I were a dog trying to figure out if its owner did indeed mouth the words: "outside?"

Almost instinctively he ordered me to the floor, never letting me leave the guns sights. I lowered myself onto the soft grey area rug of my apartments old dusty hardwoods. There was such a tranquil air surrounding us. Maybe it's because this flick had played in my head before & as if now in this moment I was having the realization that it was actually happening.

I looked at Daddy, waiting for my next round of instructions.

I had on an all black ribbed bodysuit that luckily unbuttoned at the crotch. Daddy motioned with the gun for me to spread my legs. I obeyed, positioning myself directly in front of him, I softly toyed with the buttons to my body suit.. He bid me to play with myself. I happily obliged, speaking: "Is this okay Daddy?" & "I'll do whatever Daddy wants" with wide, lustful eyes as my head cocked again as I let my fingers explore the slick wetness induced by being told to play with myself at gun point...

I looked on in awe as I watched my daddy stroke himself through the jeans he was wearing...

"Look at my princess" he breathed as he delicately laid the gun to the side, made his way off the sofa & brought his face down to my sex.

I suppose enough was enough because after that extreme filth ensued.

with passion.

The Kinky Cook

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