‘What are you?’ He says firmly.
‘I’m your slut, Daddy,’ I reply, trying to speak without removing his cock from my mouth.
‘Yes, you are,’ he says, lust dripping from his lips.
So much drool and sweat I can no longer tell them apart, my head bobs as I feel his hand run over my back. He eases my dress hem up and whack! A hand to the ass. I moan. I can’t help it, it escapes my throat before I can even think. Whack! Another. And another. He keeps going until I begin squirming.
‘Awww, does that hurt?’ He taunts. His voice painted with mockery.
I nod.
‘I think I’m going to take your ass and cum in there instead,’ he says. ‘You haven’t been a good girl enough to deserve my cum.’
‘Do you want me to cum in your ass?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I shake my head and gurgle a reply at the same time.
‘No you don’t. You want my cum inside you,’ he replies.
Even though I smile, he won’t see it because I don’t stop trying to edge my way deeper down his cock.
‘Good sluts go all the way down.’ His words echoing over and over in my mind.
‘Don’t they?’
‘Yes, Daddy.’
‘Yes,’ he repeats.
His fingers slide around my ass and find their way to my pussy, which of course is dripping. They slide inside and I let out another moan. It feels so good to have his fingers in me while I’m choking on his cock.
But he’s got other plans. Fingers lubed from my juices, he slides one into my ass. Then another.
I lift my head to take a breath and groan.
‘I didn’t tell you you could stop sucking, did I?’ He says forcefully.
I shake my head. ‘No, Daddy,’ and return my mouth to its place, trying to concentrate while I feel his fingers searching deeper and deeper. He knows this is my weakness.
‘You’re making a lot of noise… does this hurt?’
I shake my head, no. Quite the opposite. I think I’m going to cum.
‘Roll over onto your back,’ he says.
I do. And look up at his face.
Oh, that look.
He wants me. He wants to be inside me.
I lay back and spread my legs for him, as he adjusts and wipes sweat from his brow.
It’s so hot in here. Steamy. The windows fogged up very quickly. I gave up trying to retain any dignity long ago. Sweat and drool dripping from everywhere. For once I no longer cared how I must look. It was pure lust and want and need.
I wanted him inside me in any way. That glorious cock.
Entering me, he looks into my eyes.
Another new one for me, for once I meet his gaze and don’t look away in shyness. I know my gaze matches his. We feed each other. I undo my wrap dress so I can display myself to him. I want him to see all of me.
As he kisses me, my head bangs against the car door, legs wrapped around him trying to pull him into me. More, more, more.
‘I’m a more-ist,’ my ex had once said to me.
But I think he was wrong. I’m a more-ist. Any female that loves cock knows this feeling. That desire to feel full from the inside. Filled. My body is so receptive to him I crave him even whilst he’s inside me.
He pulls back. ‘Suck my cock.’
I scramble to find him with my mouth, no longer caring if anyone is around. It’s just us. He does that. Brings my focus so clearly to just us. Just that moment.
‘Do you like sucking your juices from me?’ He asks.
I do.
‘Yes, Daddy.’
‘Good girl.’ ‘Yes, that’s it.’ ‘That feels so good.’ ‘You just needed my cock, didn’t you?’
I nod.
He grabs my head and tells me to open my throat, and drives himself down my throat. I gag. No longer horrified at this natural response, I’ve come to love it actually.
‘Yes,’ he says. ‘That’s it.’
He pulls my head up by my hair roughly and says, ‘take a breath.’ I do. Then he shoves my mouth back down.
He’s so different to what I’ve known in the past. That mixture of beast I love, yet with the tenderness that’s always been lacking.
Even when he’s rough or hurting me, strangely he can also portray that he cares at the same time. It opens me to him like I’ve not experienced before. Brings all of me to the front. Feeling safe to be exposed.
‘I’m going to fuck your ass.’ ‘Go in dry,’ he says. ‘Move onto your hands and knees.’
I get into position. But when he feels my wetness he slides into my pussy instead. I lean back into him with each thrust as he whispers the words I was hoping for.
‘No, I’m going to cum in you.’
‘You want my cum, don’t you?’
I do.
‘Yes please, Daddy,’ I say. And mean it.
I don’t recall ever wanting to be constantly dripping with someone’s cum, but somehow he makes me crave it. The thought of walking around with his seed trickling out of me is something I never imagined I’d want so badly.
He rolls me onto my back and gathers himself up. Somehow he seems bigger. Fills the space. He looks in my eyes as he wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. I gasp and moan. I close my eyes, but then open them again as I relax into his grip. I look directly into his eyes and let go.
‘Yes,’ I say silently. ‘Yes, I am Yours.’
He kisses me as I whisper, ‘please Daddy, fill me with your cum.’
His body shudders as he does.
