'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.

The base of that fat butt-plug, the one that must have been asserting its presence inside your ass every time I poked you, is simply begging me to seize hold of it. I reach up, grab and begin to twist is back and forth to let you know I'm there. There's a squeak and a pause as the sensation registers, then you get back to gamely guzzling my length.

I tug on it, the flesh around the plug distending, as the bulbous item threatens to pop out of your ass. Then I plunge it back tight, to emphasise its intrusive presence inside your girly bottom. The action gets another muffled exclamation from you, which spurs me on to do it again, and again, shifting the plug back and forth so that your tight anal gateway is getting a proper workout.

Your sucking is speeding up as I use the toy to fuck you shallow. The sight of that tug on your anus, combined with your oral ministrations, is getting me back to fully loaded once more. I go so far as to pull it partway out, beyond the point where the plug's fat circumference stretches you the widest. Keeping the tip inside, I spit all over the rest of the bulb, twice to make sure that my saliva is dripping down the plug. Then I push that fucker back in, staring in delight as my glistening spit eases the journey, as your ass sucks up all the winking bubbles on that black surface. It's an exquisitely filthy sight.

'You don't like it?'

'Yeah, I fucking like it. Do it again and I'll show you how much.'

I repeat the action in full bumhole-stretching, glistering, slo-mo glory. You pay it by elongating your body, trapping my spit-sloppy erection between your big pillowy jugs and using them to hug that length so damn nice. Throwing in a tit-wank while I'm fucking around with your asshole – see, Alana? You can be a sweetheart when you try. I give myself over to the joys of the boob massage for a moment, before working the plug manoeuvre one more time.

The vision of your elasticated butthole, the movement of your gorgeous fuck-pillows on my shaft, the tongue flicks to my ball-sac that you're now applying – they all combine to render me granite hard, straining to get back to work. On this newest retraction of the plug, I keep on pulling, until it pops out and your ring springs tight-closed again – only not quite so tight as before. Girl, you are SO ready.

'Fuck…’ I say, ‘I love what you're doing, but get yourself back up here. I want you to sit your ass down on me.' I reach out with my tongue and rim your hole three-sixty, before sticking the tip inside you for one brief moment. 'And I mean your ass.' If I had the whole night to fuck around with you, I'd eat your ass properly, but there's a clock ticking and I've got to keep my priorities straight. So I whack both your cheeks and say, 'Come on, Alana, we both know what time it is.'

You move that ass (and the rest of you) into the desired position. With your tits now hanging above me, it's very fucking desirable indeed. 'It’s butt-sex-o’clock, isn't it, daddy?'

'Yup.' My hands close around your sexy little waist to support you.

'Well that's my favourite time of day.' You're gazing down at me, looking impossibly girlish in this moment, and doing that lip-biting thing again, as you raise your ass and reach back to position my rampant cock. 'Good thing you got me all ready.' 

I hold my breath. You're doing it too, as you press my head to your ring and apply pressure. My glans pops itself past that little hole's tight defences and then you just keep on descending, a look of utmost concentration on your face as you slowly impale your fine ass on my cock.

'God you're thick, daddy,' you tell me for effect, though your expression betrays that you’re genuinely finding it something of a challenge. One that you're equal to, however, because you sink most of the way to my base, your rectal passage clutching me in a deliciously tight grip.

'You like that, Jake?'

Do I like it? Fuck... 'Yes, Alana, I think we can safely say I like it.'

My hands fit themselves tighter around your waist and you sink onto me, strands of blond hair brushing my face, tits pressing into my chest as you home in close enough to tongue my mouth.

'You're in my ass at last, daddy,' you say in a breathy whisper. 'That’s where you should be.’

You rock on me, accentuating the sense of my thickness inside you, the stretch of my shaft against your tight anal walls. Your ass is accommodating the most of me now and you're shifting back and forth, getting used to me, working my dick with your anal muscles like a pro.

The graze of your hard nipples against mine is a bonus, as is your shallow panting so close to my ear. I slide my hands down from your waist and over your full cheeks, so I can massage those firm muscles in sync with your movement on me. As you rock gently on me, there's almost a tenderness between us. It's a feeling that lasts right up to the moment your lips brush my earlobe and you say, 'So what do you think your girlfriend's doing now?'

My body tightens. My hands clutch your bum cheeks like a warning. Don't go there, slut.

'She's no idea your cock's right up my naughty fucking ass, daddy.'

'Careful what you say...' The warning's explicit now.

When you respond, thought, there's laughter in your voice. 'Careful? When's that gonna happen, daddy?' Your tongue snakes in and out of my ear. 'You'll be in bed with her tonight, knowing where your cock has been. That it's been fucking your little slut's amazing ass.'

Right – that's it, bitch. 

My hands release you only to reclaim your cheeks in a full double-clap. My hips thrust and my cock – so passive and lenient as you adjusted to me – thrusts hard into your rectal cavity, making you cry out. 

'That what you want?' I hold you in place and thrust again, searching deeper into your asshole. 'That what you fucking want?'

'Uh-huh, yes Jake.' I clutch your bum, my fingers pressing deep into that springy ass-flesh, and I cut loose with a barrage of cock strokes inside you that makes you scream aloud and dig your fingers into my upper arms. To think I was being gentle... My own rear tightens again, the full assertion of my glute and thigh muscles powering my cock towards the core of your ass until my balls are whacking hard against you.

'You know what?' I say, kneading your butt with both my palms as I ravish your nasty rear hole, 'I don't need 'Jake' anymore. I want you to call me 'Daddy', only this time I want you to fucking mean it.'

I fire another long hard volley of fuck strokes right up your girly American shitpipe, revelling in your stifled panting wails. 'God... Fuck... Oh... Oh… Oh… Daddy!!!!'

That's right, Alana. I may be a scumbag, I may be a cheating fucking bastard, but I'm also your Daddy and you're going to know it. I whack your ass, prize you off my cock and extricate myself from under you. 'Stay there. Don't move. Better still, stick that ass in the air.'

You thrust it out, that glorious backside, cunt visibly wet, but anus not yet visibly ravished. Well we'll fucking put that to rights. I’m going to wreak havoc on that sassy ass. Crouching right behind you on the bed, I prize my dick downwards to meet your hole and this time have the delight of witnessing the penetration. Inch at a time I slide myself inside you, observing my thick cock stretch out that helpless but hungry asshole, till I'm buried all the way. Then I grip your shoulders, lean in and fucking wreck you.

God yes. God fucking yes. I power into you, bottoming out on each downward-driving thrust, gripping that beachball ass and shafting like I'm trying to puncture it with my insanely hard fuck-pole. Take it, Alana, fucking take it. 

You're crying out fit to have the neighbours calling reception, clawing at the sheets, literally biting one of the fucking pillows. I screw your ass in a rage of fuck-lust, pound it till my lungs are fit to burst and my thighs ready to give out from lactic burn, even though my cock is still doing its savage work. When that happens, I push you flat onto the bed, climb similarly flat on top of you and – gripping your shoulders for traction – slam with all the power I've got left as far up your arse as I can possibly go. You're my little slut, you're my filthy bitch, you're my piece of fucking, fuckable ass and I'm going to ruin you for any other cock. 

Come on, Alana, take my fucking dick. Take it all. All I've got to fucking give you. Those mewling sobs just spur me on. That near-shredding of the bedsheets by your clawed fists just makes me drill you harder. And when one of your hands finds the wherewithal to slide downwards and access your clit, it drives me fucking demented. Shit, I thought my cock was cannoning into you too hard for you to frig yourself, but you've that pesky habit of proving me wrong. 

You love having your ass filled with hard cock way too much not to get in on the action. With me embedded so far up your back channel and you going nuts on your sopping cunt, we've got this covered. Holy fuck your sphincter muscles are doing good work too, even as my bulging length dominates your arse. They're trying for a good purchase on my shaft every time I dive. Your insatiable bitch ass is trying to suck the cum right out of me, and it's working.

That inevitable tide is rising, you see. I'm about to let go all over again. The only question is whether or not I pump it where I'm currently lodged so deep. There'd be something sublime in that, since you've been tormenting me with your perfect young bikini-clad bottom so damn long. But that would be to forego an even bigger tease – those exquisitely sculpted lips of yours, often the sole facial feature not obscured in your photos, with their 'come get me' twist of mockery.

It's so damn good ramming payback into your ass like this, but now that the second cumming is imminent, I know where I really want it to go. Pulling out, I stumble my way into standing on the bed, grabbing you by the hair as I find my footing. My other hand is already pumping my cock, as I drag you up into a kneeling position. 'Turn around. Face my cock.'

I'm jacking myself like fuck, fingers still woven tight into your hair, as you shuffle around to stare at the length that's just been assaulting your ass. Your hand remains busy among your wet folds and for a few intense moments we masturbate together like insane-asylum inmates, intent on nothing but orgasm. 

I'm not sure when you reach yours exactly, because my own rush is all-consuming, wracking my body as I clutch your hair right at the scalp and pump out fresh gouts of cum. Endorphins are firing all over my body as my cock empties me of jism; I can hear your excited exclamations as well and through screwed-up eyes witness cum plastered thick all over your mouth and chin. The last of it spurts from me, landing messily between your tits, and my body sags and crumples down into the same kneeling posture as yours.

Your tongue is lapping around your mouth, scooping up what I've just shot all over it, and your fingers continue to frig in a flurry of wetness. I rest my hands on your thigh and shoulder respectively, as you push yourself towards orgasm one last aching time (in my presence at any rate).

Poor you, you look like you need help. Hey, did I say I wasn't here to be nice? Well I'm not a total bastard either, so I slide two fingers into your cunt and suck hard on one of your nipples to speed you to your destination. It takes two, three minutes maybe for you to ride your ecstasy all the way to the final shuddering stop.

‘Fuck, daddy.’ 

For a while there's nothing but the panting breath of recovery from the both of us.

‘Yeah, little slut. Fuck is right.’

Gradually we come back into each other's focus.

‘Hi Alana.’

‘Hi Jake.’

There's a secret-slut/dirty-daddy kind of acknowledgement between us. Just a moment of it, before the truth of my situation asserts itself in my brain.

‘Jesus. You any idea what time it is?’ There's a bedside clock-radio which you check, reporting back. ‘Really? Fuck. Whole other kind of fuck.’

‘Out late for a school night?’

‘Yup. She won’t be expecting me to stay at the party too late.’

‘Party?’

‘Oh… yeah.’ I don’t think I even mentioned to you my chosen excuse for not coming straight home after work. ‘Birthday drinks,’ I explain. ‘I’m not even close friends with the guy and I’m driving, so no reason to stay out late.’

‘Sounds like a dull party. This one was a much better choice.’

‘Agreed.’

You slap my flank. ‘Better get your cheating ass in the shower, daddy. You stink of naughty sex.’

We take our fuck-weary selves to the en suite bathroom and are soon power-jetting away all the fluids we’ve secreted over each other.

‘Make sure you wash all my girl-cum out of your hair,’ you warn, slithering your soapy tits against my ribcage in a most distracting fashion.

‘I will do. I expect you’ll want me to soap your ass, after having fucked it so hard.’

‘Sounds like something you want to do, daddy.’

You’re not wrong and I do pay your unfeasibly round bottom some final slippery attention, directing water jets attentively up both your shafted holes. Never say I can’t be a gentleman.

‘So,’ I say once we’re rinsed and towelling ourselves down, ‘your little family business trip is almost over. I hope you feel everything’s been concluded satisfactorily. Particularly tonight’s business…’

You glance over my still naked body. ‘Yeah, well I wanted to make sure I got a good return on my investment.’

‘Oh I see. With a view to investing some more?’

‘Potentially,’ you say. ‘We’ll see, won’t we?’ And you bend down to dry your foot, giving me an emotionally affecting view of your flexing ass.

At the door once I’m fully dressed, you entwine your still naked self around me and whisper in my ear. ‘I’m going to be sleeping like this, Jake. Think about that all the way home.’

I do, of course, to the extent that it interferes with the cover story on which I’m elaborating in my mind. Thankfully none of that matters much. My girlfriend is almost asleep by the time I insinuate my guilty-ass self into the bed she and I share.

‘Good party?’ she mumbles, as I settle myself.

‘Yeah, it was okay. Going to be tired in the morning.’

‘Get some sleep then.’

‘I will.’

I glance at my phone before settling under the covers and notice the Telegram message you’ve sent me. It includes a photo, I see. Like so many times before I click to view, heart accelerating, with my oblivious girlfriend asleep next to me. It’s you – or rather your thighs forked, with your gift dildo visibly deep in your cunt, the plug similarly reinserted in your ass.

We all carried on the party without you, reads the message. Shame you couldn’t stop over. Guess the boys here will have to fuck me through the night instead of you. Sleep well, daddy.

Goddamn, I type. I thought 2020 was a bitch, but it’s got nothing on you. Night, little slut. Fuck yourself good and think of me. We both know you will. No ‘Hmmm maybe’ about it.

I consider the words a moment, smile, and hit Send.

THE END