Posted by: littlegirlyone | May 1, 2010

The Clit in the Back of My Throat

After my Daddy told me I could come in the shower, I trotted off to do just that. I also needed a shower; I was cold with sweat, and the end of my ponytail stuck to the back of my neck.

Hot water is even more miraculous than usual when you’re cold and sore. I stepped underneath the spray and sighed. I wish I could be one of those 5-minute-shower people, but I don’t think I’m capable.

There was no question in my mind how I would get off. The massaging showerhead tortures me daily. The little jets of water shoot out all over my body, and I get aroused. And most days, I don’t have permission to do anything else. But today, I did.

I twisted my washed hair into a low, wet bun to keep it out of the way. When I was done with all my routine stuff, I turned the water temperature down. I like really hot showers. Mark can’t even get in if I’ve set the temperature because it burns his feet. It also would burn my little pink pussy, I’m sure. So I turned the temperature to lukewarm, and changed the setting to massage. I unhooked the handle.

Lately, my favored shower-orgasm position is back against the wall, standing up. I like feeling the way my legs shake, and my knees buckle when I’m coming. But today, I couldn’t stop thinking about facefucking. And that just didn’t go with standing up. I needed to be on my knees.

I sank to the bathtub floor, and spread my knees wide, sitting back on my heels. I positioned the showerhead, and gasped as the first cool jet of water hit my tiny bullseye. I closed my eyes . . .

I didn’t hear the bathroom door open, but I heard his voice over the hum of the running water and my own rapid, shallow breathing.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing, don’t open your eyes. And, keep your hands on the showerhead.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I sighed. I heard the metal-on-metal hiss of the shower curtain moving. I heard the thunk of him stepping in: one foot, then the other. One hand grabbed at my head, and the loose bun fell apart. It was a knot of my own hair, with nothing holding it. I sighed through parted lips.

His other hand traced over my face. The water was insistent, vibrating my clit slowly, but closer, ever closer, to my first orgasm. I felt his thumb brush my lips, and opened my mouth further, inviting him to touch me there. I sighed happily as he pressed his thumb in, and felt his fingers wrap around my cheek.

“You remember how I wanted to train you, to change the way you come?” He asked.

“Yes,” I lisped around his finger.

“Well, today we’re going to find the clit in the back of your throat.”

I didn’t question it. If he said there was a clit in the back of my throat, I believed him. I opened my mouth wider.

“Good bitch,” he said. He pushed his thumb in and out of my mouth for a while, controlling my head with a fistful of my hair.

I shuddered against his hands, coming in gasps. That was orgasm number one.

“That’s too small, isn’t it? You like something bigger, don’t you?”

He tugged my head up and down in a yes, so I nodded. I didn’t know if he meant a bigger orgasm or a bigger thing in my mouth. It didn’t matter. He held me steady for a moment, and pulled his thumb out of my mouth, unhinging my jaw as he pressed down. I wiggled my tongue out and was rewarded with the head of his cock.

“Good?” he asked.

I sighed and nodded gently against his hands. His fingers were at my throat now, and his thumb pressed against my jawline. He still had a tight grip on my wet hair. I sucked in a deep breath for what I knew was coming, and he pressed his cock inside me, all the way to the back of my throat, and down down down until my nose hit his pubic bone.

I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried. My second orgasm charged, convulsing me against my hands. He held me solidly there, against his cock, feeling my throat constrict and relax.

“Good girl,” he said in the voice that makes me crazy with desire. “There’s the clit, see? It’s right there in the back of your throat.” He chuckled, and I came again, or maybe I just came harder. It was hard to tell if a new orgasm had started, or if his voice had just amplified the one I was in the middle of. I realized that I couldn’t breathe. It was a long moment.

I shrieked in air when he pulled his cock out. I couldn’t help it, my lungs were pissed. He pressed his fingers against my throat.

“See what I mean?”

He shook my head yes for me. I opened my mouth back up, and stuck out my tongue. He slammed into my throat again and again. My mouth made soft, squishy sounds. My pussy hummed at a peaked, overstimulated state. It felt like it was burning, and I wanted to take the water off. I started to vocalize this. He didn’t stop fucking my face, though. Not for a while. Not until I’d stopped trying and fell silent.

I only heard the shower and the messy noises of my mouth squishing around his cock. I thought about breathing when he pulled back, tried to time myself around him.

Finally, he asked “what is it?”

“I–it hurts, Daddy. Can I take it off? Can I stop now?” I meant the showerhead.

“Can you give me one more? I want a big one, piglet. Not some little token contraction.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Let’s see if we can get it from your throat, shall we?”

He didn’t wait for me to agree. He just started in again. Slamming, pounding. Forcing the back of my throat open around him. I tried to relax. He held me against his body, while I struggled back against his hands. My mouth squeezed around his shaft, my throat did the same to the head of his cock. He rocked himself against my face, making little shushing noises while he forced my body to keep him in.

“Come on, come now,” he whispered. I felt lightheaded, but my pussy obeyed. Clenching. Squeezing. My thighs started shaking, and as he pulled back to let me breathe, I moaned. Then he was in me again, sealing off my airway, violating my throat.

“Keep coming,” he demanded.

My body listened. I felt the orgasm being wrung out of me, taken. It felt like I came forever with my throat full of his cock. The clit he swore was back there, thumping and coming and proving her existence.

And when there was nothing left in me, he pulled his cock out.

“Good girl. You can stop now.”

He turned the water off behind my head. I slumped against the wall.

And when I opened my eyes, he was gone.


Responses

  1. My goodness LG, this was fantastic. I love how you explained everything like it was really happening, not just fantasy. I could really picture it while reading. Fantastic 🙂

    I like standing against a wall while using a shower head to masturbate as well. We don’t have detachable ones at school, but I’m trying to see if I can masturbate with it anyway. I’ve never tried being on my knees, but I’ll definitely have to!

    xx

    • Yay Kelsi! I was worried that I was being too subtle with the way I was bringing the reader inside my head. I’m so happy you got that part. I always wonder what it’s like for other people when they get off, and this was my attempt at bringing you all with me.

  2. Yes, the shower head.
    My favorite.
    Every single day.

    I loved how you described the clit at the back of your throat, “proving HER existence.
    Little things like that, worded just so, get to me big time.

    The whole scene was very erotic and raw.

    Damn, I need a shower and a man, STAT!

    • Thanks, Sapphire. It’s really great when people notice those little twists of phrase. I am so very glad you enjoyed it.

  3. LGO: You certainly know how to make a shower head into a sex toy although I wish you would have written about how long it took you to come down after that erotic experience. You are such a good write of eroticar.

    And speaking of a clit in the back of your throat, you may be too young to remember Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat but that was the premise of the movie. Or maybe you’ve heard about because it’s one of the most famous porn movies.

    And how tough is it on you when you take a shower and you’re not allowed to come?

    FD

    • It always takes me a while to recover after an orgasm set like that. I’m pretty sure that I dried myself off and dove into bed for a 2 hour mid-day naptime. It was awesome.

      I have heard about the Deep Throat premise (never did see the movie). But yes, I knew the clit in the throat was not my original idea. It’s always been a hot concept to me, though.

      And, I definitely get frustrated by the showerhead when I can’t come. Definitely.

  4. Very nice . . . the shower is such a nice place to play, and I’ve read about the wonders of a good showerhead for women before.

    Sorry for such a random question, but does he really call you “piglet?”

    XO

    • Thanks, Jim. The showerhead can be amazing. I have been getting off like that for a long, long time.

      And no need to apologize for asking random questions. He totally calls me piglet.


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