Domming Daughter Dani – Part 5 of 51 – PEGGY PART TWO

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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Peggy sex was an exercise in Love-Hate.

She could suck my cock like a big eyed porn princess, no gag reflex at all. She could deep throat until the head of my cock jammed deep behind her tonsils. She could suck hard, fast, and for a long time.

The bitch, however, would not swallow a drop of cum. I could paint her face. I could starch her already starched hair. I could pump my sticky load all over her tits. I could finish off by emptying my nuts in her pill-protected pussy. But she had never swallowed a drop of my spunk. We were young. It was the 80s. It wasn’t unusual for a high school girl not to swallow, but it was annoying.

I begged Peggy to suck from her knees. I didn’t understand at the time why it was important to me to see her on her knees. She insisted on sucking either while sitting Indian style or laying down prone on the bed. Annoying.

And the world would fucking end if I went from her pussy to her mouth without washing my cock first. That was very sexy, lemmetellya. I always started in her mouth. Half the time I transitioned to fuck her. Half the time I just kept her sucking until I painted her.

I never mounted Peggy a single time that she didn’t act as if her pussy was going to break from the effort. Sure she was young and tight, but c’mon. After the five hundredth fucking, that pussy was not going to tear like rice paper. Peggy had a ridiculously low pain threshhold. She had big flapping labia lips she insisted on parting into a perfect pussy butterfly with two fingers of one hand while she worked my cock into her fuckbox slooooooowly with the other hand. The more impatient I was to fuck, the longer she’d take to let my cock slide past he tipping point where I could stroke all the way in. Then she’d lean back, make a sexy little “O” out of her mouth, and grunt while sawed in and out of her cunt. She wanted me to stay chest-to-chest with her while I humped, which made it tough to get a good pounding fuck on.

Peggy sat in the floor flat on her ass while I sat on the edge of her waterbed. Peggy paused to pick some lint off from under the crown of my cock head, which was already bright red in anticipation. My brick hard cock waggled and jerked. The anticipation of Peggy’s suck was maddening. Peggy dragged out the moment by running her fingertips all over my cock as if she was looking for more fuzz bits. Peggy wrapped her fingers around the middle of my cock and squeezed. It was the way she telegraphed her readiness. She looked up at me and smiled wanly. Her lips make a kissing pucker and her face leaned forward until that hot soft kiss landed tight against my dripping sperm hole. I saw her jaw working up a mouthful of saliva. Then her suck dropped fast and deep on my swollen prick. A shock to the system. From frustrating pricktease to hungry suckwhore in less than a second. My whole body convulsed in the transition. The hot pleasure of her tight slurp made my stomach drop and my head swoon. Peggy didn’t moan while she sucked. Peg was all business.

For no good reason, I had flashbacks to Caryn sucking my cock, but Caryn sucked from her knees, her tiny little feet folded under her curvy ass. Caryn moaned while she bobbed her too-soft, timid suck. I knew that was what I wanted from Peggy. Well, not the “too-soft” part, but everything else.

“Get on your knees,” I said to Peggy.

She looked me in the eye while her mouth worked a delicious figure eight pattern over my engorged cock head. She shook her head to say “No,” without relinquishing her suck. Then she went back to long, deep sword swallows.

“I mean it,” I insisted. “Just get on your knees.”

This time Peggy pulled her suck off my cock and stroked softly. “I told you before,” she said flatly, “I’m more comfortable like this.” 

My blood pressure started rising in my frustration. I hadn’t been told “No” by Caryn in months. I was used to getting whatever I wanted. I had been home to Peggy for less than six hours and I was getting pissed off already. 

“C’mon,” I said. “C’mon. Knees. C’mon, Peg. Celebrate me home.” (Yes, I cringe at the douchbaggery of it now, but that’s what I actually said.)

“No,” she said flatly again.

“Knees.” I said, the anger coming out in my voice.

Peggy stopped. She dropped my cock. I could see her temper seeping in at the edges of her expression. “Look,” she said. “Do you want a blow job or not?”

“Do I want a blow job?” I asked. The animal frustration of my throbbing cock mixing with the anger of a dusty couple’s spat surfaced for the umpteenth time and set me off. I kept thinking “Caryn wouldn’t pull this shit on me. Caryn would do as she’s told.” 

“Do I want a blow job?” I repeated with incredulity. “Yeah I want a blow job. I want a blow job from a girlfriend who doesn’t act like a fucking prissy bitch, that’s what I want. I want you to act like you know you’re mine, that’s what I want. I want you to suck my cock from your goddamn knees, Peggy. That’s what I want.”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “Fuck this,” she said. She shifted off her ass and stood up. “Jerk your own cock. I don’t fucking care. Fuck this bullshit. I’m getting dressed and I’m going to Dixie’s house. You can stay here. You can leave. You can go to Mars, I don’t fucking care.”

I was furious. I’d been mad at Peggy before, but never as boiling hot as I was at that moment.

“Peg, knock it off,” I said. “Get back here.”

She bent over to pick her panties off the floor. “Fuck off,” she muttered. 

**snap**

Too much testosterone. Too much bullshit. My balls were too blue. Frankly, I had too little to lose. 

As Peggy leaned up with her panties in her hand I stood up off the edge of the bed and my fingers jammed hard and deep into the Frito of crunchy hair on the top of her head. Her eyes bugged with shock as I pulled her face upwards to mine.

“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.” I spat through my teeth. “Now.”

“OW! Skip you’re hurting me!”

“Now!” I jerked her head backwards and she naturally folded down onto her knees.

“Fuck. Skip! Fuck! OW! Stop --” 

While keeping a tight grip on her hair I jammed my cock forward and silenced her. I stuffed rock hard cock all the way into her mouth and as far down her sassy bitch throat as I could until it wouldn’t go any farther. I told you Peggy could take a cock in her throat deeper than any other cocksucker I’d ever had to that point, but I was two-plus inches deeper into her jaw than I’d ever been before. I didn’t let up. I just kept pulling and twisting her hair tighter and thrusting my prick harder. After a long count, maybe ten seconds, Saliva began boiling out of the corners of Peggy’s mouth. Her eyes flashed wide with panic. Her face flushed a deep red and her fingernails began to claw at my thighs. I released her just enough to catch a breath. As soon as she had an air gap she started to scream. My cock went back in her gullet with vengeful determination. There was still a good inch of cock left before my balls smashed into her lips and by God, that last inch was going in that bitch’s stretched mouth, somehow.

Another ten seconds and I could see Peggy was in real trouble; The panic in her expression; The force with which she was trying to push off my thighs to escape my strength. She looked terrified.

I kept my grip on her hair and pulled my hips back until my cock popped out of her mouth, coated with a long looping sheen of goopy white saliva still attached to the lining of Peggy’s mouth. She gasped for air and spittle sprayed everywhere. My cock twitched hard and high, flinging saliva strings over her tits neck and face.

“You gonna get with the program, now, Honey?” I growled at her. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

“Pwah,” she gushed an unexpected second wave of saliva over her bottom lip. It cascaded down her chin and onto the slope of her tits. She looked up at me with murderous eyes. Her eyeliner mixed with tears and began to streak down her round cheeks.

“Skip you fucking asshol--” 

Crack. 

I heard the sound before I even realized I did it. I had slapped her. Not terribly hard, but it sounded impressive. I had never hit a girl before that moment. Peggy screamed meekly a beat later. She looked at me again, this time with total bewilderment.

I couldn’t believe I had actually done it. But there was my hand, hanging in the air on the other side of her face where I’d frozen in shock at my own barbarianism. My overriding instinct: Beg for forgiveness. Drop to my knees and apologize profusely. Do whatever it took to get back on the “right” side of the metaphorical line I had just crossed.

Craziest damn thing, though. This inner voice sounded off inside my head. “Don’t back down. Double down.” 

And then my frozen hand moved backwards across Peg’s cheek. The backhand blow was purely symbolic. There was only the minimum impact to Peg’s face. One time, years before, I’d accidentally cracked her jaw much harder while we were play-wrestling and after the initial “ouch” registered, we went right back to playing grabass. But even if it was more symbolic than sadistic, the backhand slap was highly-effective symbolism. To this day I’m sure it was the backhand that got me through the tricky moment. 

Peg looked at me with stunned, bewildered silence. 

“Wrap your lips around my prick,” I said through my teeth, “and if you so much as blink at me wrong, I’m going to beat your ass unconscious and you are going to wake up ass-raped. Are we clear? Are we clear?”

“Clear,” Peg whispered, frightened.

“You’re going to suck my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Peg blinked. “Yessir.”

“And because you pissed me off you are going to swallow every drop of my cum, aren’t you?”

Peg’s eyes got even wider. She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn’t shake the words loose. 

“Aren’t you?” I repeated.

“Yessir.”

“Suck!”

And she did. Peg stayed on her knees and she sucked cock like her life might just depend on it. She sucked with machine-like intensity. I had the stamina to hold off an hour if I was getting a great blow job. Hell, I’d sat in a chair and made Peg suck for two hours before, suck until her lips were swollen and blisters formed on her gums. That night the momentum of the intensity of the rough sex was way too powerful to resist. I didn’t last five minutes until my prostate skipped and all that power and delicious control broiled up and out of my tight balls and gushed into Peg’s throat. 

She tried to keep up with the waves of spurting come. She really did. But I didn’t stop squirting and she eventually missed a swallow that set her choking. She coughed her way off my still-twitching cock and my last shot went directly into her open right eye. 

“Uhg,” she said when her airway cleared. “That tasted nasty. I need a glass of water.” Peg pushed up and stood up. She started to walk out the door of her room. I wasn’t ready to let her go.

“No,” I said. “I worked hard to get my essence inside you. You’re going to lay with me for a while and let it work through your bloodstream first.” 

Peg looked at me suspiciously. I’m sure I was doing the same. For all I knew she was going to run naked out her front door screaming “Rape!” to the neighbors.

I sat on the edge of the waterbed and pulled Peg up and onto my lap. I lay back with her into the big unbaffled waves of the old-fashioned waterbed. We bobbed for a moment and then we both swam across the gelatinous rhythms toward the headboard and pillows. Once we arrived in our positions, Peg pulled a comforter over her legs and I spooned behind her. Neither of us spoke. The silence was viscous. Peg sniffled and began to hitch with cries. I felt terrible. I wanted to apologize. I bit my tongue instead.

‘Y-you’ve never been like that to me before,” she sobbed.

Don’t back down. Double down.

“Yeah,” I said. My arms tightened around her and my fingers started a gentle massage of her outer boobs. “That was a bit intense wasn’t it?”

“That was mean. You were mean.”

“Maybe,” I said. My mental wheels spun for the words that would get me safely to the other side of the awkward moment. “I was wired pretty tight.”

“I d-don’t understand.”

“I haven’t jacked off since the last time I saw you. What? Three month ago? On the Patio furniture after Jimmy left? Remember?”

Her sobbing stopped. She sniffed snot. “Seriously?”

“God’s honest,” I lied. 

“You haven’t come a single time since then?”

“Nope. Saving it for you.”

Peggy spun in the bed to face me. Her eyes looked me over in the moonlight coming though the window. “Oh my God. You are totally serious. Awww. That’s sweet..” She measured my expression again with her stare. “No wonder you were such a fucking hard-on all night. No wonder you came so hard. I was wondering if you had a couple of midgets hidden in those big balls of yours.” She giggled. 

Bingo! At that moment I knew I had escaped the consequences of my rough sex wrath. I had a mind blowing power sex session. I came harder than the Johnstown flood. I got some long needed payback on three years worth of Peggy power struggle issues. And I had gotten away with it. 

So I doubled down again.

“You picked a really shitty night to press my buttons,” I said.

Peggy sighed. “Yeah, I guess I did.” [Insert sound effect of slot machine paying out here] “I’m sorry. Nobody likes a pricktease.” [Clang clang clang!]

“And I’m sorry things got a little out of hand,” I said. I kissed her. She kissed back. I pushed her mouth open with my tongue and wrestled her little pink cocklicker. My hands went back on her tits.

“Can you hang on just a minute? Peggy asked. “I have to pee.”