say please

  whitman "whit" connolly | 51 | daddy | bi | votivehq  

[whitdaddy]

morganxpierce‌:

morgan tensed up at the feeling of his warm breath hitting the shell of her ear as he spoke. the smirk on her face was instantly wiped away, able to tell by his tone that he meant business and she was quite turned on by the fact that he wasn’t standing for her being a complete brat. morgan was used to getting whatever she wanted, easily that someone actually making her work for it had her aroused in ways she was sure she’d never felt before. she released a soft whimper at his promise and only hoped he’d hold up to it, the kiss to her head caused her to flutter her eyes and she moved with him, following his every command like the good girl he needed her to be.

she nodded and walked over to the bed, laying across the mattress on her tummy, just as he’d asked with her ass in the air, waiting for him. morgan shivered slightly at the light touches along her, hoping there was more to follow. “yes, daddy.” she moaned, though it was unintentional and her eyes widened, a bit surprised by the words herself.

    “that’s good, baby. that’s real good.” he watched her from where he stood and enjoyed the sight for a moment. his breath eased once her defiance alleviated. however temporary that may be. he kept his clothes on for now, even though he was growing hot and a little uncomfortable confined by them. this was a necessity not a part of the pleasure. once she was properly spanked for her attitude, then they could have some real fun.

    whit walked over to stand behind her. she had a nice ass, and it would redden beautifully. not prolonging the anticipation, he gave her a test slap across one cheek. there was a sound thump through the room as her clothing caught most of the impact. he pushed up her skirt to reveal her underwear. slapping her again. then again. her curves moved in lovely waves beneath his hand. whit smoothed his palm over the delicate make of her lingerie. it was pretty. he smiled to himself as the blush of her ass contrasted against its color. whit swung his hand down deafeningly. and again. then reversing to the other cheek. again, again and again. “how are those manners shaping up, sweetie? you maybe got something to say to me now?” his hand idly pet her red ass as he spoke. his fingertips traced every curve and teased the hem of her panties.

[whitdaddy]

quxnnmm‌:

She let out a surprised squeal as he picked up, an amused smile tugging at her lips, only to have it be replaced by a gasp at the smack on her ass. She felt herself be dropped unceremoniously on his bed, nightgown scandalously revealing her pink, wet pussy for him, one strapped sleeve dropping down to expose a breast, hard and ready for him to taste. She looked up at him in a wanton display of faux innocence, fingers tracing her lips as she took his form in, a quiver of anticipation running throughout her entire body.

“I’m a bad girl, Whit..” She murmured in reply, palming her breast as he watched her. “I just want to feel good.” She waited for a few moments before reaching out to stroke his cock, hands wrapping around the shaft. “Will you help me?” She ran her thumb across the head and couldn’t help the blush that crawled up her neck. She didn’t get flustered all too easily, but Whit always seemed to stir something inside of her that excited her to the point of breathlessness. She mewled and pressed a soft kiss onto the head of his cock before looking up through thick lashes. 

    “fuck.” the sight of her on the bed before him, touching herself and begging him for it was enough for whit to lose grasp on his control. he took some deep breaths through his nose and stroked his rock hard cock. “bad girls have to wait their turn to feel good.” his eyes watched her with a hooded gaze as she teased him. he swept her hair back and himself in her mouth. he pulled her hair as he met her eyes. so defiant and hellacious, her eyes burned through him and ignited his desire. he idly fingered the other strap off her shoulder so that her breasts were exposed. his fingers slapped at one mound, giggling them at his pleasure. taking one taunt bud between his fingers, he plucked her nipple and squeezed her breast. 

     his smile was encouraging as he eased his hips forward, slipping his length through her lips. “suck me good first. I’ll see what I can do about that little itch between your legs. might get pretty hungry myself after watching you do so well.” he licked his lips then bit down on his bottom lip. “you look so pretty with me in your mouth. i wonder what it’ll be like once I fuck you silly. bet you feel real good down there in that soaking wet pussy, don’t you, baby?”

[whitdaddy]

Text || Whit

Cassie: I think it said filet mignon? With potatoes, veggies, and garlic butter. That sounds so good.

WHIT: I think you know that's not what I mean...

[whitdaddy]

tobiascainmore‌:

tobias tries sometimes, but he can’t help when he’s this horny to keep the excitement from his face—- it’s easier with poker, easier to keep that facade up, but right now he has a feeling that whitley sees it however, if he does the younger man can’t really tell.  a giggle erupts to the wrinkling of the others nose,   following out with a whine,   to that they’re not moving, to that yes, he had started this,   and  bad boy,  it did things to him,  brought such a warmth to his belly. his gaze drops from the escorts face down to the hand adjusting his belt and pants,  the urging prompts him up onto his knees.  his cock springs free to the exposed air of the room they were in.  tobias gasps,  shudders as the hand takes a hold of him,   “fuck,”  he mumbles,   “mmm,”  a roll of his hips head tilting back before with shaking hands lifts the hem and takes his shirt off, it stays close.  mostly because, it’s other eyes he doesn’t want on him, eyes that haven’t had a chance to see his scars but the hand stroking his growing erection is enough to distract him,  one hand moving to grip the couch back behind the other man,  “s’good, don’t stop.”

     whit was used to a few surprises once his clients got undressed for him. he wouldn’t say it no longer shocked him, but he perfected a neutral face at sudden sights. honestly, he was so caught up in the other man’s response and what he was doing to draw them out that he didn’t even pause to consider the imperfect skin. he pressed his lips to the center of tobias’s chest and kissed his hard body. his cock getting more aroused in his hand, whit pulled back to spit down on the shaft and add more give to the friction he caused with his palm. he stroked hard, loving the feel of the other in his hand. “g’damn, you son of a bitch, you like it? huh? look at this massive dick. got my mouth watering.” his tongue laid flat over tobias’s nipple, licking him soundly before pulling the bud into his lips and sucking hard. his teeth scraped across his muscled chest as he took on the other next. his free hand gripped the others ass and gave it a smack. 

[whitdaddy]

rockykey‌:

         “ but i’m always hungry for you. don’t you think you were being a little mean ? ” rocky asked, cocking her head before sending him a sweet smile. “ since you were mean, i’m going to be mean back. it’s only fair, right daddy ? ” her question was obviously rhetorical as she stepped up to him, leaning up to place a teasing kiss onto the corner of his lips. “ will you eat me out and let me ride your dick ? you won’t be able to touch, but … ”

     he didn’t really know how mean it was for her to offer herself up to him, restrained at all. but he’d take it. smiling devilishly, he raised his eyebrows in blatant interest. “I think that could be arranged, sweetheart. I think you’re going to have to undress us both first though.” he jingled his handcuffs. “I’m a little tied up at the moment.” his smile spread and his tongue came out to moisten his lips. trying to catch a bit of the taste of her she teased him with, he growled. “kiss me nice.” 

[whitdaddy]

tobiascainmore·:

there is a small ounce of PRIDE that wells inside of him as the older man discards the book that had once held of his attention. it’s a sensation that tobias knows will go to his head if he indulges it too much,  all that attention now focused on him, it gave him such a high.  that was one of the reasons why he could probably never give up his submissive side.  his body soaking up all that attention like it would evaporate so quickly.  “they’re books, they can’t talk,” his attempt at humor and really he can’t stop smiling,   “yes,”  proving a point he drug his index across the tip of the reading glasses,  “they’re hot.” but a distraction proves its way down the center of his torso just under his tee-shirt,  fingers dip and rise just behind his belt, the denim he wore,   tobias gasped when he risked a glance down,  a slight thrill,  “we doin’ this here or my suite?”   he really didn’t care which.

     whit could see toby brimming with satisfaction and it made him smile, but he kept his face relatively neutral for now. wrinkling his nose as the other pushed up his glasses, he blinked behind them and settled on hand around his waist. whit shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable under the man. “you started this, bad boy. we’re going to finish it right here.” with that, he loosened his belt and undid his pants. with the hand around his waste, he slid it under his ass and urged him to sit up on his knees so that he could work the pants down a little. enough to get his cock free. whit licked his palm and stroked the other’s member in a firm grip. “why don’t you take that shirt off. let me see you.” the soft flesh on his dick rolled in whit’s hand, and his eyes fell down to watch the motion. his thick texture feeling like clay to be molded in his hand. 

[whitdaddy]

martinjonesjr·:

     martin listened to every word with intent. his heart beat even faster than before and he didn’t think it was possible. the speech was encouraging and it gave him hope. but better than that, it made him feel a connection to the man. “ could you write that down for me so i can read it when i’m feeling bad about myself again? “ he joked with a soft chuckle. he took in a deep breath to gather the courage it took to lean in and press his lips against whit’s. it was a soft, tender kiss. his heart felt as though it might beat out of his chest. “i like you whit. i want you to do whatever you want to me.” he whispered against the man’s mouth. “make me yours.” 

     he laughed at that. “you can just come see me again if you feel like you need to hear it.” if the situation were different, whit would have surged forward and took control of the kiss. he would have grabbed him by the back of the head and deepened the lip-lock until he tasted every bit of him and his taste mingled with martin’s. but he let the other kiss him, his own lips pliant under his exploration. “it’s ok, martin. we can take it slow.” he started at the buttons of his own shirt, and when he was done, he pulled it off then tossed it to the side. next his hands came to the hem of martin’s tshirt. “you ready?”

[whitdaddy]

rockykey‌:

         “ the problem is that i’m lacking a certain person’s attention, ” she purred into his ear, moving her body away from him his tickling. “ i didn’t say that you could touch. ” there was no point in trying to play anymore games with him now that she’d already gotten him to come with her, leading him to her room. “ i actually really did have a question to ask you, but you know —  i kind of like having you all handcuffed like this. i’d like to take advantage of it, if you’re not too terribly busy. ”

     he made a noise of remorse and smiled back at her. turning to face her once they were alone, a coy little grin flirted with his lips. “I didn’t mean for you to feel lonely, baby. just wanted to make you hungry for it.” his teeth peaked out from his smile as his brow went up suggestively. extending his cuffed wrists, he shrugged at the observation. “you got me where you want me. it’s your move, rocky doll.” 

[whitdaddy]

xcassie-fowlerx‌:

She bit her lip, looking down at him, helping to position herself over his mouth as he ate her. “O-oh… oh my god…” She bit her lip, holding the back of the bed for support as she sat on his face, his mouth working to pleasure her. “Mm… Fuck…” she moaned, pursing her lips and breathing hard. The way he used his mouth was unbelievably and she didn’t want it to stop until she was coming hard into his mouth.

     he took her weight happily, his mouth moving more ambitiously over her sex. working his jaw, he gave her all that sweet motion she needed to get riled up. whit lapped up every drop of desire she produced for him, and he wanted more. he wanted it all. smacking her ass one good time, he urged her to ride his face as his own tongue threaded through her pussy like he was made to do it. he began to hum, real low and deep, as the vibrations were delivered right do to her clit. 

[whitdaddy]

Text || Whit

Cassie: Pretty good! Just got off work. You wanna grab dinner?

WHIT: depends. what's the special tonight?

[whitdaddy]

martinjonesjr‌:

    “no no, i get that. it’s just-” martin sighed and averted his gaze, it was easier to open up without looking into the man’s eyes “i hate how ordinary i am, you know? my story’s been told millions of times by millions of different people. i used to think i was the only one that felt this way or went through the things i’ve gone through, but turns out a lot of people have homophobic fathers and distant mothers. there’s nothing unique about me. my life’s been lived before.” his cheeks became warm but he gathered up the courage to meet the other’s gaze once again. his tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips, his hand absentmindedly finding its way to rest at whit’s chest. “are you an actual daddy, though? do you have kids?” he asked, his curiosity only growing with each answer. he let out a soft chuckle and nodded. “yeah, i do. i used to take my computers apart when they broke and it frustrated me because i couldn’t make sense of how a bunch of green boards did all that.”

     whit thought about it then shook his head. “there’s only one you. I’m sure you heard that before. it’s a good one. maybe no one’s ever told you that before. just because you recognize your story in someone else doesn’t make you any less. you want to be one of a kind? guess what. you are. you don’t have to look far past the end of your nose for anything you want. what makes you feel not as unique is looking any further. we all struggle. we all co-exist with similar demons. just because you recognize the devil’s tune for somebody else doesn’t make your fight with him any less meaningful. because there’s still a chance you’ll lose. that other kid you recognized doesn’t lose your battle. you do. if he wins his, you don’t win. it’s inspiring, but you still got a bet to win.” he chuckled and wiped his face, very aware of how much like some crossroads pastor he sounded like. “no, I don’t,” was the short answer. whit looked back at martin. “yeah. that’s right. such insignificant looking small things can do a hell of a lot more than you think.”

[whitdaddy]

jennywalkerr‌:

“Which one? Too kind? Or a good listener?” Jenny moved her stool closer, then thanked the bartender as her drink was slid across the counter. “Too kind because you actually give a damn–not exactly normal around here.” And Jenny wasn’t the type to open up–not to anyone. She sipped her drink thoughtfully. “I’ll be honest, Baby, you don’t look like the kind of man who wants to pull up a seat and ask you about your day. You look like the kind that wants to tie you to his bedposts.” She shrugged. 

     “can’t a guy be both?” he countered. he sipped his beer and sat there thoughtfully a minute. “how do you know if someone is a good listener? I’ve had people sit there and star off into space. hell, they could have been thinking about laundry they had to do or counting each little spec of dust on the counter, you know? how do you know they’re listening? or just thinking about themselves. or waiting to talk.” he shrugged. “you’re right, I’m a listener. but what’s a good one for you? I want to take you out of your day and let you look back at it like an outsider, like me listening to it and show you what it really was. good and bad. then I want to make you think about something else... does that make me kind?”

[whitdaddy]

jennywalkerr‌:

She certainly could. “You’re too kind,” Jenny said, following the man to the bar and taking the stool beside him. She’d never taken this man to her rooms before–or gone back to his–but she had seen his face around and heard the stories. He knew what he wanted, and Jenny had always been attracted to confidence. “Whiskey, please. On the rocks. You’re a good listener, you know.” 

     he followed behind her and ordered their drinks with a wave to the bartender. “I never understood that. what does it mean exactly?” he turned to her genuinely asking. for whit, it was no big deal to shut up and focus on another person. he liked to know what was going on for them. if he could, he liked to have some kind of effect on them after if it was good or bad news. the human connection everyone was so hungry for was pretty simple to find if they would only listen more often. 

[whitdaddy]

martinjonesjr‌:

   he nodded and hummed thoughtfully. he took in every word and studied them in his mind. relief washed over him as he came to the conclusion the man wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want to. the hand over his own sent a shiver down his spine and he tried his best to let out the breath that caught in his throat. “i like older guys. i know, i know– daddy issues and everything. what a cliche, right?” he chuckled under his breath. “do you date outside of work, whit? what’s your life like?” he pried further. he wanted to know more about how the other’s mind worked. “are you into the whole daddy thing and whatnot?”

     “you see, I don’t like that. don’t shame yourself like that. who in the hell has a great relationship with their father anyway? I hated my old man, but I don’t dwell on that. sure, it comes up, but don’t compartmentalize yourself. you like older men? that’s just fine by me.” he smiled at the other and caressed his hand then drug his hand down the other’s arm to come down by his side. whit gave him a shrug. “it’s part of me. I don’t put much thought or value on it. it’s something I do, and yeah, I enjoy it.” a chuckle rose from his chest. “you like to explain a lot of things, don’t you, martin? you like to know how they work?

[whitdaddy]

Text || Whit

Cassie: Hey there mister. How are you?

WHIT: can't complain. you?

[whitdaddy]

xcassie-fowlerx‌:

Cassie nodded, laying down on her stomach so that her ass was in full view. She spread her legs apart to present herself to him as best she could. She rested her head on her folded arms, waiting for what would happen next. She felt her heart pounding as she waited, not knowing what would come next. That’s what she liked about Whit; he always seemed to surprise her.

     whit took a moment to enjoy the view. then he crawled over the bed and laid himself down between her legs. hands on her thighs, he guided her down until the flat of his tongue dabbed her soft lower lips. it was quick and hot and wet as his hands sought a better grip on her legs. his grin spreading as his mouth closed and he watched her sweet pussy hovering above him. 

[whitdaddy]

morganxpierce‌:

morgan had never even considered booking a daddy escort, mostly because she enjoyed playing the dominant herself more often than not. that isn’t to say she wouldn’t submit. it had crossed her mind numerous times and she’d definitely had her fair share of hook-ups that involved her letting go and just enjoying herself rather than being in control of everything around her. she needed that sometimes, especially since her life outside of votive was so hectic.

tonight, she was feeling something a little different, wanted to experience something she’d never truly felt before and that was giving her partner total power. it was worth trying, if she didn’t like it, she didn’t have to ever try it again, that much she knew. though once her escort for the evening had arrived, she could already tell this was going to be a lot more fun than she’d assumed it would be. morgan couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from her lips the moment whit started to order her around. the only man she ever felt she had to respect was her father, otherwise it was usually earned and not easily. “i think you’ve got this all wrong. i always get what i want. when i want it and i don’t really care how i have to get it.” morgan replied. “if i want it. it’s mine.” she hadn’t even realized she had been holding in her breath until whit moved in closer to her, determined to make eye contact. morgan’s bright eyes focused on his and the stern look on his face turned her on in ways she was sure nothing else ever had. “no.” she answered simply. “you heard me the first time.”

     ordinarily, whit would love nothing more than to spoil his girl. but this one had a chip on her shoulder. a very unpleasant and dangerous chip that stirred up his not so nice side. a side he tried not to use at the cost of pampering the client too much. if they were going to get anywhere with this, he’d have to deal with it before he got to the good part. or at least, his favorite part. 

     her laugh awakened his ire, and his mouth set into a line. he stepped up once more until they were standing side by side. his head inclining down to whisper in her ear, his voice was hard. “this is how this works. you get what you want when I get what I want. not a moment before. and when I’m happy,” his hand moved around the back of her neck with a soft squeeze. “you’ll be so fucking happy you won’t be able to walk right for days.” his face nuzzled her hair as he placed a firm kiss to her head, his hand pulled her neck toward him. when he released her, he moved to stand behind her. not touching her again. “now go lay on the bed. tummy down. feet on the floor. you’ll need a spanking.” he skirted the back of his hand over the curve of her ass. a light touch compared to what he promised. “then you’re going to be polite. then you’re going to cum until you can hardly breathe.”