Ask Nicely

This episode contains verbal degradation and light choking practiced by two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion and research safe practices before attempting to do any of the acts you hear depicted.

“I’m so glad the water’s cold. Feels good. How long until we can eat?”

“Uh… Another hour, I think?”

“Oh my god, seriously? They’ve been cooking all day. Why do ribs take so long?”

“That’s barbeque, babe. You can’t rush art.”

“Okay, well, I guess that’s why my cake looks like shit.”

“No, no. It’s… it’s gorgeous. It’s a beautiful cake.”

“That’s nice of you, but it’s a straight-up lie. That cake looks messed up.”

“Well, at least cake can be ugly and still taste good. You can’t say that about a lot of other food.”

“True. My dad makes this lentil salad on the weekends that just looks like a straight-up pile of gray mush.”

“It’s good?”

“Beyond good. Ugly as hell, but so, so good. I need to ask him for the recipe, actually.”

“So, wait, is your ugly cake my special present?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well, you know it’s customary to give someone a birthday gift… on their birthday. Which is today. So…?”

“How about you just be patient? If you can wait seven hours for ribs, I think you can wait a little bit longer for your gift.”

You’ve been teasing me about this extra birthday present all day and I still can’t figure out what it is.

I thought it was the weekend away at this lakeside cabin you surprised me with. But you said that’s only part of the present.

I gaze out over the lake where a handful of other cabins dot the rocky shoreline. They’re spread out enough that you can only faintly hear boats coming in and out of the dock in the mornings or people around the firepit at night.

The drive out here felt long, even though it was just an hour away from home. Something about the endless miles of trees stretching out along the road made one hour of driving feel like three.

I wanted to do something low-key for my birthday this year. Something different than what I usually end up doing, which tends to be dinner with friends that inevitably turns into a night of bar-hopping and general debauchery.

You really nailed it with this place. This whole weekend, really. I could stay out here way longer than a weekend. Paddleboarding in the morning, grilling over the firepit for lunch, long afternoon nap, night swim, then do it all over again.

I could do this forever with you.

I still have no clue though what this extra present you keep talking about could be.

It doesn’t seem like you’re hiding anything, or like you’ve got some big surprise planned.

But you’ve been flashing me these little looks all day. Smirking at me, biting down on your lip like you know something I don’t. Reminds me of the look you usually give me when you want something particular from me when we’re in bed.

Mm.

You’re usually pretty bad at keeping secrets, but… I don’t know. Today you’re not budging.

The sun’s starting to fall and everything is bathed in a soft orange glow, including you. A breeze is picking up and skimming the surface of the water.

I watch you dry yourself off, slowly dragging the towel down each of your thighs. Squeezing it around your hair… then draping it over the back of the fold-up chair.

My eyes drift down to the strings of your bathing suit top dangling down the middle of your back. The curved line of your shoulders and the little divots at the small of your back.

I’m suddenly very grateful that we’re alone right now, that this trip didn’t turn into some rowdy lake weekend with our friends.

If it did, all I’d be thinking about is how badly I want to get you alone. How good it would feel to lick off every drop of water still clinging to your skin.

You catch me staring and you give me that look again. Your teeth drag across your bottom lip before you tip the glass bottle into your mouth. Your eyes never leave mine.

“Hey.”

You throw your towel at me and I barely catch it before it hits my face.

“I’m running out of guesses.”

“About your gift? I don’t think you’ll be able to guess it.”

You set your drink down and get up from the chair. There’s a deliberateness to the way you’re moving, like you’ve had every step planned in advance.

You walk up to me and slip your hands around the back of my neck, pulling our bodies flush together.

“It has to do with me.”

“Mmhm. Something we’re… going to do together…?”

“Getting warmer…”

I run both palms down your sides, over your hips, and settle them on your ass with a squeeze.

You brush your lips against mine, daring me to keep going.

“I’m listening…”

“Since you spoil me so much… I want to spoil you…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Right here.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

“Now?”

“Right now…”

“You know there’s other people out here…”

“They’re welcome to listen.”

You grab the towel off of the chair and spread it out on the grass. When you’re satisfied, you glance over your shoulder and nod for me to join you.

“Lie down for me.”

“You’re giving me orders? That’s new.”

“Just do it.”

I lower myself down onto the damp towel and lie back. I can feel your eyes wandering over me as you crouch down.

I don’t know what’s happening… but I’m already getting a little hard.

You crawl between my legs and… run the flat of your tongue up my chest.

Small tendrils of loose hair from your messy bun stick to your skin. Your cheeks are flushed pink from the sun.

I drag my thumbs over your hardened nipples poking through your bathing suit. I want them in my mouth, but I don’t want to disrupt whatever this is that you have planned.

I guess I should let you take the lead, even though that’s pretty much the opposite of how we typically do things.

Your fingertips trace down my stomach over my shorts and… just caress over my cock.

Your eyes flicker down at my mouth and you bite your lip.

“You want me, kitten?”

“Yeah…”

“You want to take care of daddy?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You kiss down my neck… across my collarbone. Taking your time with every kiss as you move further down my chest.

I splay my fingers over your back and reach around to untie your suit. Your movements are seamless with mine as I pull away your top and expose your tits.

I reach up to touch them, but you guide my hands away.

“Mm-mm. It’s my turn to worship you, remember?”

Your nipples are hard against my chest you press closer into me… and trail your mouth down… further… and further.

I lift my arms back above my head as I watch you move lower. My hands bunch into fists and my nails dig into my palms.

Every few kisses, your eyes, dark and a little wild, meet mine. It’s a look I don’t see often, but one that I love.

You run your tongue over the droplets of water still on my skin. You’re taking your time with me, savoring every inch of my body.

You catch my nipple in your mouth and suck.

You smile as you run your tongue over my other nipple. Dragging your teeth over it, biting soft. And then hard.

Oh, god. I want to know if you’re wet… if your clit is aching to be touched…

My muscles flex under your fingertips and my hips buck involuntarily. I thread my fingers into your hair and grab that messy bun.

“Take my cock out, kitten.”

You hook your fingers in my waistband and pull my shorts off. My cock springs free, hard, and ready for you already.

“That’s what you do to me, kitten. You see?”

“Can I touch it?”

“Yeah, start stroking it. Go on.”

Your fingertips trace around my cock, but not touching it.

“Kitten…”

“Yeah, that’s it. Stroke it…”

You grip my cock around the shaft and slowly drag up and down…

“Both hands, kitten. Ah fuck, that’s it…”

You stroke your thumb over the head and drag it over those gorgeous tits. Teasing it against your nipples…

My head falls back against the towel. I rock my hips into your hand, matching your rhythm.

“I want to suck your cock. Can I? Please…”

My hand tightens in your hair and I guide you up to me, so your lips are inches from mine.

“Ask nicely, kitten. It might be my birthday, but it doesn’t mean you can forget your manners.”

Fuck, I love this game we play, this character you embody when we do this. So desperate for me, so fucking submissive.

“Go on. Be a good kitten and ask daddy.”

“Please can I suck your cock?”

“You need it?”

“I need it. I need it in my mouth, daddy, please, I—”

“Shh, shh, shh…”

I guide your head down lower, so you’re looking right at my hard cock.

I hold your head there so you can’t go any further. Teasing the head just inches from your lips.

“Open your mouth…”

You circle your tongue along the head as you slowly pump my shaft with your lips. When you take me all the way into your mouth…

“Ah, yeah. Take it deeper… that’s it. Worship daddy’s cock…”

“Good girl… you’re doing so well…”

You take me all the way down to the back of your throat. My hips buck and you run your lips down the length of me.

“F-fuck, kitten… you know just how daddy likes it. C’mere, come here. Stick out your tongue. Oh yeah… suck it, there you go… good girl.”

I reach for your waist and pull you up to me.

“I need to fuck you… Get up.”

I scramble to my feet and take your hands to help you up. I grab the camping chair and sink into it.

“Get over here…”

I spin you around and spread my legs. My cock’s so fucking hard it almost hurts.

I press my fingers over your pussy through your bathing suit. Rubbing against the wet material… drawing slow circles around your clit…

“You know I love to make you feel good… you know how good it makes me feel…”

“Oh, fuck—”

“Stroke you through your bathing suit… I can tell you want more… do you?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Look at you, gripping the armrest… your knuckles are white. Feels that good, huh?”

“Take these off…”

I yank your bathing suit down to your ankles and run my palms up your ass.

“Fuck, daddy…”

“Come closer, kitten. Bend over. I want to feel how wet you are.”

“You love it, don’t you? Sucking daddy’s cock makes you so wet for me, doesn’t it?”

Your eyes flutter closed and you sway your hips against my fingers. I circle around your clit, still working it slow… applying pressure…

I slide my fingers through your folds and drag some of your wetness up to your clit. You push your hips back, trying to get me to slip a finger or two inside you.

But I don’t want to tease anymore. I need you, stretched out and filled with my cock.

Begging me to cum.

I take you by the hips and pull you down to me. I tease the head of my cock through your wetness, just pressing against your entrance.

“You ready for daddy’s cock, kitten?”

“Yes. Please… I need you to fuck me…”

I draw you down onto my cock, slow… inch by inch…

I can feel you shudder as my cock pushes further… and further into your pussy…

Your walls spread apart for me… they pulse around my shaft… and suck me in.

I hold onto your thighs, my nails digging into your skin as you bounce up and down on me. The sight of your ass rippling as you bounce against my cock is an image I don’t want to forget.

“Mmm, yeah take my cock, kitten. Take it all… You feel me inside you? God, I need all of you…”

I want you to feel all of me and the deeper I go, the more I feel your thighs tremble on top of mine.

“Relax… Let daddy’s cock stretch you out. Such a good kitten for me…”

My palms sink deeper into your hips and you grab my hands to steady yourself.

You take me so fucking effortlessly.

Just taking my cock and letting it stretch you. Letting it fill your pussy as I rock into you.

I love how slick and warm you feel against me. How you let me mold your body anyway I want…

“H-harder—go harder—”

I push further, harder into you, and watch my cock completely disappear in you.

I grab your breast with my free hand. Slide your nipple in between my fingers and squeeze.

“Oh yeah… yeah…”

I run my tongue up the back of your neck and taste the salt of your sweat and heat from the sun on your skin.

I slide my hand down your stomach… to your clit.

“Yeah, is that what you need? You need daddy to take care of that aching clit, don’t you?”

You cover your mouth, but I pull your hand away. I take your wrists and pin them behind your back.

“I want everyone to hear you. I want them to know how good I make you feel.”

“Breed me, daddy, please…”

My whole body goes rigid and a flush of heat goes through me. That’s like a code word we share, one that tells me you don’t want me to hold back.

“Lie down.”

You climb off of me and lie across the towel on your stomach. You push your ass up and gaze back at me.

Your face is flushed and there’s a look of desperation in your eyes as you push your ass up towards me.

I kneel down behind you and run my palm over your ass. I slide my dick through your folds.

“This what you want? You want daddy to fill you up with cum?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Yeah, this is exactly what you wanted, pretty girl? Daddy breeding his little fucking slut?”

“Oh god…”

“Daddy fucking his cum deep inside you? Breeding that juicy pussy?”

“Please…”

“Only daddy gets to breed you, huh? You’re mine. You’re all mine, aren’t you? Who owns this pussy? Who owns this fucking pussy?”

“You, daddy…”

“That’s right. That’s daddy’s fucking pussy…”

I reach and wrap my hand around your throat.

I brace myself on my knees, fucking you as deep as I can… My dick throbs every time your ass bounces against my hips.

“Fuck, that’s it. Moan for me, kitten. Let everyone know who’s breeding you…”

God, you’re squeezing me so tight… Rocking your hips back into my cock…

“Daddy… I…”

“You’re close, I can tell. Oh, you poor thing… you want to cum so badly, don’t you?”

“I need… to cum…”

“Not yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done with you…”

“Please, daddy, I need to cum! Please, please…”

“Cum, kitten. Cum.”

“Yeah, fuck! Fuck, fuck right there! Oh, baby…”

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it. I’m going to cum! Yeah, cum for daddy—”

My whole body is thrumming, buzzing with heat and wetness and pleasure and… so many sensations.

I turn over to face you. You look dazed… but you’re smiling…

“Fuck… fuck, that was hot…”

I wrap you in my arms and press my face into the crook of your neck.

“So… was that my present?”

“Yes. Plus the ugly cake, of course.”