Dream
Part IV - the final part
My face is down and my ass in spread open in the air. All I can see is the light reflecting off the shiny white tile. It's cold. Then I feel you slap something cold and tight around my wrists.
Handcuffs
My wrists are on my back. They're tight, digging quite deeply into my skin. Almost uncomfortable.
Do I say something? I don't want to set him off again.
You inspect my holes and to your gratification, you see my pussy leaking luminous fluids of vindication. This makes your cock throb uncontrollably as you forcibly remove your pants and get low to reach me.
"Wow, and now you're teasing me. You skanks are all the same. Your mouth says one thing but your cunt says another. God, what am I going to do with you, you filthy slut."
You grab the chain linking the cuffs together behind me, and lift up, pulling my front half up. Im holding on your balance. Your other hand held my head up by my chin, forcing my ass to go up higher to meet you as you got on your knees and began to throw your whole body into my tight wet pussy.
"Arghhhhhhhhh!!", the sensation escaped my mouth. Penetrating so deep, deeper than anything I've ever felt before. The feeling of my guts getting rearranged and absolutely mutilated. I squeeze down on my stomach, but that only makes me feel you more. I can feel every groove, vain, and pulse of your thick pipe. As you slam in and out, the sound of my thick juices and ass clapping against you only echo louder. It only gets me wetter, and you harder. My screams make you pull my fully extended neck harder, making it difficult for me moan and agonize. My tits hit violently against each other. I'm about to cum.
"Already? Wow, it's only been 15 minutes! See, I know what you want... I know what you like." You release your hold and put my cuffed wrists in front of me. I'm now on all fours.
"Be a good girl, and throw that fat ass back for Daddy."
Something about your voice just makes me do what I'm told. Something in your voice makes me dripping wet. So like the good girl I know I am, I balance my wrists on the floor with my knees to get a good grip, and start throwing my ass back to your rhythm. This only edges me a second time until you realize and stop again.
"Ooo girl! You're quick huh, or am I just hitting all the spots?", you said confidently. "You don't cum, until I say so."
I'm growing to hate how accurate you are. I didn't want to like it, but I did. You stopped fucking me and brought me into the bathroom. You put my right leg up, thigh resting on top of the double sink and placed my cuffed wrists in front of me. You grabbed my hair, cocking my head to the left. You forced my vision into the mirror in front of me as you kissed my neck and placed your hand on crease of my hip, starting to power fuck me hard against the vanity.
You were talking hard, against your shut teeth, "Look into the fucking mirror. Look at you... Look at me as I have my way with you. Fuck, baby you're getting so wet."
You took your hand off my hip and reach under my arm to grab ahold of my bouncing breasts, as you bent me forward with my head damn there in the sink.
"You better remember who this pussy belongs to. Who's pussy is this?"
"Yours."
" -Daddy! Who's pussy is this!"
"Yours Daddy!"
"Tell me you need me!"
"I fucking need you!"
"Who fucking owns you?!"
"You do, Daddy."
"I said, who fucking owns you, bitch!"
"You fucking own me Daddyyyyy!"
And with my loud moaning and panting and running mascara came the thick cream pie you graciously left in me. You uncuffed me and I threw my arms around you, kissing you.
"Thank you for granting my prostitute fantasy, making it come true."
You kissed my forehead and slapped my ass, "You've earn it, cupcake."
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