'God, Jake, you're a fucker,' you inform me, laying ironic weight on my name and shooting one wicked glance over your shoulder. But you climb onto the bed anyway, thrusting out that ass as you do it, making sure I have a good view of everything you've got.
'See how pretty it is when you use my name?' I climb onto the bed along with you, and you meet my grin with a begrudging half smile of your own.
'When do I get to open my other present, daddy?' you inquire, one hand idly stroking the gift basket. There's one more box residing conspicuously within, and I reach across your naked body to retrieve it.
'Funny you should ask, little slut. Want to open it?' I hand you the gift-wrapped cube and you tear off the paper, chewing on your lower lip as you scrabble your new plaything free of its packaging.
'Oh fuck, daddy.’ The pupils of your pretty eyes dilate as you pluck out the matt-black silicon butt-plug. 'It's not even my birthday.' Then you stare at me, mock-earnest. 'It's pretty damn big. You're gonna use that lube, right? Please, Jakey?'
I choose to ignore the impudent extension of my name. 'God. Since you're asking nice, I'll even go get it myself.'
The bottle lies where you dropped it, having applied the lubricant to cock B. I fetch it swiftly and when I return, shove you flat, face-down on the bed. 'Pull those cheeks apart. Show me that hot little asshole.'
'Fuck, you're such a commanding daddy,' you say, as you reach back with both hands and spread your gorgeous butt cheeks to reveal that cute rear entrance. 'You talk to your girlfriend like this?'
'No. Just horny little ass-sluts like you. Now stay still.'
I dribble the lube down that ass crack, making sure most of it accumulates in and around your tight hole. I apply it to my middle finger as well, make sure I'm being a conscientious daddy.
Then with loving attention I press the tip of that same finger to your puckered little star and push my lubed digit into your asshole.
The sensation of your anal muscles tightening against the intrusion – to say nothing of the high-pitched squeak that emits from your throat – reinforces my cock in its hardness. Christ, I want to stick my dick in your ass right now, but I mustn't get ahead of myself.
Once I've wriggled my finger inside you enough to properly distribute the lube, once I've made you writhe and moan, I withdraw and reach for the plug. I coat it thoroughly too, then push the tip against your ring and take the utmost delight in watching it expand your cutesy bumhole wide before popping inside. Your ass swallows it hungrily, as you emit a breathy 'Oooooh fuck.'
'There,' I say, rolling you onto your back and spreading your thighs wide, as you eye me over the knuckle on which you're chewing. 'Your ass is all nice and full. You'll feel that when I fuck your cunt again.'
‘Mmmm – really, daddy? Well, why don't you get down to it, then?’
‘Don’t rush the moment, baby-slut.’ Propping myself over your body, I stare into your sexy eyes and stroke the tit I most recently abused, trailing my fingertips from there down your body – letting them snake their way to your silk-smooth mound. The attention of my middle finger on your clit sooths your ache to be taken – and by that, I mean taken as hard as you fucking deserve.
You know you deserve it too, for looking like a hot, tight piece of ass. For flaunting yourself – frustrating hard, desperate cocks everywhere you go. For teasing guys already taken and pushing them to wank off in secret – or to take out their burning lust on the girl they’re with, pretending that she’s you. Well tonight it’s caught up with you, admittedly because you’ve let it do so. You want to receive the punishment for your hot sins. You deserve to be spanked for them, fucked for them, used freely for them. Free use is your best use – and I’m the fucked-up priest who’s going to teach you that lesson. And hey, I’m not even Catholic.
It’s time. You're sopping wet, I'm throbbing hard. The biology is simple. It's a case of connect my sex to yours (which I do). Grip your thighs and thrust (which I do, hard). All the fucking way. Penetration in one single cunt-cramming motion. The reintroduction of my cock into your lust-swollen gash has an additional effect of course – that of pushing the butt plug tighter against your ass chute. I’m guessing that contributes to the gratifying volume of your scream. Let it all out, little bitch, there’s going to be a lot more of that.
Here I am, sweet slut – right in the fork of your legs and stuffed inside you as far as I can go. Holding the moment. Your face is flushed and mine’s wearing a snarl.
'Hi there, Alana.'
'Hi Jake.'
'See? That's not so difficult to say.'
'I know. Now cut the shit and fuck me like a daddy.'
'Anything you say, you fucking little slut.’
I ease out and plunge again, surging into you deep like g-force is compelling me right to your centre. I pull against that same force and slam back in again – pull and slam, pull and fucking slam – my exercise-honed body smacking into your taut but yielding frame every time. I grip your firm thighs, pulling them further apart so I can spear you, deeper, harder, my ass cheeks contracting tight on each flexing thrust. It’s whole-body motion, every muscle tensed in a commitment to shafting the fuck out of you.
You’re shunting on the bed with every thrust I ram into you, your tits oscillating so hard it looks fucking painful. Yes, and that slutty cunt is juicing all over me, so that every time my balls crush against your ass I can hear the wet slap. You’re panting hard, moaning like a bitch, your hands reaching out to clench fistfuls of bed sheet.
‘God…’ you say. ‘Jesus…’
‘Yeah, you pray to them,’ I hear myself respond, as I move on you. ‘You pray all you like, bitch. Right now, your only god is my cock.’
‘You think, daddy?’ You have to force the words out, but score points for managing at all.
I grab your tits and then smack them, slap your pretty face for good measure and then go face-to-face with you, my erection still working like a full-throttle piston inside you. ‘My cock is your god, and you can worship it, you and your hot cunt.’ I grab your wrists and pin you hard to the linen surface, hips rutting like fury, dick plundering you hard. ‘See this bed? This is my altar and you’re sacrificing yourself on it now – opening up your cunt and letting your god fucking impale you.’ The words are insane, but I want you to take them in – to feel it every time my cock grazes your slick pussy walls, every time the head explores your depths and to know that in this moment you are owned. ‘Say it,’ I insist, sweat and flecks of spit landing on your face. ‘Admit it. You’re here to worship my fucking cock.’
You grab my back with both hands and press your fevered lips to my ear, tits plump and juicy against my chest. ‘You’re the one with the girlfriend,’ you hiss with all the effort you can muster. ‘And yet you’re on this bed fucking my cunt. So who’s worshipping who, daddy?’
Even in my hard-fucking state the words top me up with wrathful lust. ‘Goddamn you…’ I grip your shoulders and fucking wreck your hole, my face no doubt reflecting all the savagery I feel. ‘Fuck you,’ I say, as I lose all control. ‘Fuck you, you hot – little – fucking – bitch!’
Your fingers dig into my back, and you spit the sentiments back at me. ‘That’s right – fuck me. Fuck your little bitch, daddy. Fuck her, Daddy Jake. Fuck her good.’
I do it. I fuck you all the way, fuck you till my balls contract and I unleash in multiple surges, flooding your pussy with my cum. The sensation of all that pent-up jism exploding from my balls and gushing out of me into you is deliriously good. You’re climaxing too, drenching my cock and balls once more with your girly fuck-juice. Our sweaty forms lock together in a shuddering euphoria, as our juices slosh together in the tight space where I’m lodged between your legs. By the time I subside fully emptied onto you, my dick and your cunt still locked in unholy union, we’re both as trashed as a pair of rival marathon runners. It feels like we’ve both been sacrificed on the altar of Lust.
For some few panting moments we recover together, then slowly I extricate my still-inflated cock from the sucking mess of your cunt. It's trailing gluey strands as it departs, and satiated though I am in the short-term, certain practicalities kick in. Climbing off you and up the bed, I bring my marginally flagging member to your lips.
'My cock needs cleaning up, little slut. I know that's the kind of work you like.'
You don't argue. Hazy though your expression still is, your mouth curls into a smile before you take me in your mouth and begin dutifully sucking me clean. The sensation is almost too much – your tongue sliding and darting about me, lapping up the stickiness of both our juices, sending near-unmanageable shivers through my groin. I cradle your head with one hand to aid you in your attentions and go searching with the other for distraction from the shuddering sensitivity in my cock. My fingers find your cunt and I stroke your clit, before sliding down the length of your lips and back again.
You're moaning all over my cock now and I'm tunnelling into your snatch with two fingers, while massaging your clit with their pads. I'm focusing on driving your crazy to calm my own sensual overload and you're sucking all the harder as a result. Before I know it, your cunt is clenching again and you're losing yourself to another orgasm, mouth still wrapped around my slick and semi-erect shaft.
That hot juice of yours is welling around my fingers - not as dramatically as before, perhaps, but with a similarly intense reaction. 'Mmmmmmm - mmmmmmm - mmmmmmmmm...' Your frantic moans are sending vibrations right through me via my cock and balls, while your pussy spasms and oozes and clings. I love having my fingers in there amid the heat and the wetness of our now fully mingled juices.
Then the idea hits me while your body is lolling and your mouth still sucking lazily on my cock. Biting my own lip this time I thrust three fingers deep into you and scoop the sticky contents of your well-fucked cunt. As I draw the fingers out it pools in my palm – your juice and mine, still fresh and hot. You're lost in your post-orgasmic moans and have no fucking idea what I'm planning. When I slide my cock from your mouth and lean down to you, you assume we’re going to kiss and keep your lips parted to respond. I let my mouth hover on yours until my hand completes its journey from your cunt, then prize your jaw further down with the hand that's free.
You're still not aware what's going on – not until I open my palm, set my fingers to your lips and empty the entire cocktail of jism and cunt-juice right into your pretty mouth. Your eyes widen in astonishment as it all floods in and as I seal your jaw shut with my messy palm, clamping it over your mouth. My final action gives you no choice but to savour the sticky, musky goo that's just slithered all over your tongue.
'Taste us, little slut,' I tell you. 'Enjoy us.'
A delirium clouds your eyes, your head drops back, and you visibly work the liquid offering all round your mouth, like it's gourmet cuisine. My palm makes a slick path from your mouth down to your throat and I give you the inevitable follow-up instruction:
'Now swallow it. Swallow us.'
Your eyes meet mine and with great deliberation you obey. Your throat muscles contract and relax gorgeously under my palm and I share the exact moment when you drink it all down. Then your tongue snakes out, you impossibly greed bitch, and you lap cat-like what's left from my palm, your face utterly alive. Christ, you fucking love this shit!
It's a mark of my sheer appreciation when I lower myself to you and carry out a clean-up of my own, drawing my tongue over your chin, letting it slither around your lips, even flickering over the cum-splotched end of your nose. And yes, I make sure you see me swallowing all traces without flinching.
'Fuck, daddy...' Your voice has a rare breathlessness to it. 'You're a dirty, dirty boy.'
'Surprised you then?' I can't keep the smugness from my grin, and it proves my undoing.
'Yeah. You did. Now let me give you a reward.'
'What's that then?'
'Roll over, daddy. Get on your back.'
After the filthy stunt I've just pulled, I don't feel in a position to argue. I roll over to face the ceiling, realising what's on the way right before it happens.
'You're so devil-may-care, Jake. You don't mind eating your own cum,' you say, throwing a leg over me and straddling my chin. 'I cleaned you up good, so now it's your turn. Come on and lick me out.'
The delectably pretty cunt I've wanked off to in photographic form is right before my face. I have one good look at your cum-slimed lady-zone before it descends on my mouth and fucking smothers me.
Jesus Christ in the foothills, it's overwhelming. I clamp my hands to your ass for support, as you slither your soaking gash all over my nose and mouth.
'Come on, daddy, turn and turn about. Lick your baby clean.'
Even if I could think of a comeback, there'd be no saying it – not with your cunt riding my face. Your sharp scent is flooding my nostrils, your taste – and my fucking own – is all over my tongue. There's nothing to do but thrust upwards into you and lick out all that's still there. Our mingled juices slide down my tongue to the back of my throat, thick, tangy and salty.
You're giving me no quarter – sitting bolt-upright, humping my fucking face, no doubt pulling deliciously on your tits, if I could only see it to know for sure. I gorge myself on you – like there's any other choice – and catch what breath I can through my nose, while you go for broke, getting yourself off on me. Suffering fuck… You're really going to get yourself off and I know what that means.
Your butt works on me like my cock pumped inside you not long before, your thick folds mashing against my striving lips and tongue. I can hear your breathing quicken, your moans rise in pitch, those tones escalating rapidly. 'Oh God, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, daddy, I'm gonna squirt all over your face. Oh fuck, daddeeeeeee...'
Your cunt blossoms and bursts and your fucking juice floods my mouth, spilling over my chin and into my nose, inundating me. You writhe and squeal and hump your ecstasy, no doubt loving it all the more because you're nearly drowning me in the process. Jesus fuck – payback is a crazy sexy bitch.
You ease off me at last and sit your ass on my upper chest, giggling to yourself while I lie and gasp in air, your juices still draining down the back of my throat. 'That's what filthy fuckers get,' you tell me, and in the circumstances, I can scarcely be mad at you.
'Fair enough,' I gasp, my mouth full of your acrid-sweet taste. 'Just know this filthy fucker's not finished yet.'
‘Oh? Really? Whatcha got for me, Jake? Bring it on.’
It's been an evening for bringing it – and taking it in return – so I don't hesitate in acting out my plan. 'Spin around. Suck my cock again, get me hard. Properly hard.'
'So demanding, daddy. You're lucky I like your cock.'
You climb about, placing your long limbs either side of me in reverse and sliding all the way down, tits against my lower stomach, mouth rapidly ensnaring my reinvigorating dick. Your cunt and ass are positioned directly above my face. While the gentlemanly thing to do might be to feast some more on your dripping folds as you start to suck rhythmically on me, I've recently drunk my fill of you. Besides, there's another game I want to play.