Kristen gets up from the couch and I grab for the remote, hitting pause on the second porn flick we turned on tonight. We’d shared a bottle of wine. I knew she was horny, since earlier in the first film, unimpressed by one of the girl’s one-finger banging techniques, I shoved three into her to illustrate that cunts can take more.
Well, maybe not all cunts. But hers, obviously.
She was wet, and moaned a little, making a little mewl of protest when I slipped them out. My fingers came away with just a slurpy wetness and I wiped them on her leg. “That’s dirty, Daddy,” she cooed. She leaned in closer. “I like it.”
Now, I watch her ass in tiny blue shorts as she strides across the kitchen, and I rise and follow a few steps behind, waiting until she closes the door and I hear her lift the toilet lid to open the door.
“Daddy!” She squeals, laughing a little.
“Go ahead,” I say, standing close in front of her.
“You want me to … ” she sits, and I snake my hand between her legs, my fingers in a V on either side of her pussy lips.
“Do it.” I say.
“You want me to … pee? On your hand?” (She’s playing at acting reluctant. She has been asking for more water sports. And she is very dirty.)
“Yes.”
“I don’t know … if I can … ”
I don’t rub or stimulate her, just hold my hand there and wait. “You can do it. Come on, dirty girl.” Her eyes are wide and she’s giggling, body taut and poised, mouth open, a little agape at me, but turned on.
I hear it hit the water in the toilet before I feel it on my fingers, and I move my hand a little to touch the flow of piss. I feel it on my fingers and bring them closer to the lips of her pussy as she lets it go in a steady stream. I draw my fingers along her clit and she comes almost immediately, the pee stops as her spine ripples and she grabs at my bicep, then I hear more liquid hit the water, and I’m not sure if she’s squirting or peeing.
She laughs and bends her neck to touch her forehead against my chest. “You’re so dirty.”
I bring my hand up from between her legs. My fingers are wet. “Yeah. So are you, pretty girl.” I wipe my hand across her cheeks, use her face to clean off my hand.
She laughs. “Daddy! Stop!” She tells me later that piss on her face is different, it kind of stings. Like toner. I remind her that I frequently wipe lube over her skin. She likes that. Likes to leave it there so she is filthy all day.
“I’m done,” I say, and leave the bathroom, closing the door (a little more emphatically than necessary) on my way out.
She comes out a moment later and I’m on the couch like nothing happened. I press play and we return to the queer porn flick. A minute later, she points to the dried cum on her thigh and leans in to me.
“I like how you get me dirty.”
Kristen was doing that thing where she curls her back and writhes a little, looking up, eyes wide, at me from under her lashes, and I groaned inwardly and tried not to lose my composure right there.
“I like it too,” I say.
“Is it bad that watching porn is sometimes boring? Am I so desensitized?”
“I think it’s pretty great that our sex life is better than really good queer porn. I think we should …” I finger her thigh.
She bites her lip. “What are you going to do?”
I am so done with the flick. I swig the last of the wine. “Let’s go.” I don’t have to say anything else. She knows that is almost a command, a request, that means let’s go to the bedroom. I follow her and flick off the lights. She strips off her shorts and tee shirt and I pull my cock out of the jersey sheet bag I keep it in on my nightstand, strip off my tee shirt, jeans, and briefs, and put the harness and cock on.
“Get the blanket,” I say. She grabs the Throe, spreads it out onto the bed, and climbs up, lying on her side. I bring the bottle of lube, twist my legs up onto the bed and get on my knees, grab her thighs with my hands and pull her hips toward me so she’s at an angle. I pump the lube twice—once over the lips of her cunt, once on the head of my dick. I rub it slowly with my hand, showing off a little because I know she likes to watch me jerk off. Her legs are open on either side of my knees. Her cunt is mostly bare, her lips are pink and swollen.
“Fuck.”
I grip her inner thighs in my hands and poise my cock with my hips. Taking the cock in my fist, I use the head of my cock to rub the lube along her slit, rubbing it on her cunt, slick and smooth, and then smack her with it a few times, before I slide in. I reach up to her wrists and my hands fit so easily around them, she feels so small. She struggles against me, just a little, pushing back, but I have gravity and more than fifty pounds on her—we both know it’s for show. A request to hold her harder, a request to keep her down. We both shudder as I slide in deeper and put more of my weight down onto her, and she wraps her legs around me, her arms around my shoulders.
I vow to go slow, I keep repeating in my head, go slow go slow slow down go slow, but she feels so fucking good and she’s so wet and slick and pulsing around me so tight, and I’m so hard and deep, my hips start bucking and I don’t restrain them. She moans. I fuck her harder, reaching down with my right hand to lop my elbow around her calf and pull her knee up, her legs apart.
“Baby, baby, baby …”
I wish it was a given that I would fuck her like this until I shoot. I wish it was more consistent, to come inside her, to get off while she writhes. I still don’t know the secret formula. I’m so hard that I’m starting to feel blue balls, uncomfortably turned on with no release. She moans in my ear and squirms under me. I shift some weight onto my knees and spread my forearm out across her chest, pressing her down into the bed.
“Daddy, fuck me, please. Harder, please Daddy, please …”
She starts begging and I start losing it. I work my hips harder, pulling out and slamming back in, splaying my knees a little to get a better grip on the bed so I can keep my angle and friction. I put my hand over her mouth. She likes that. Her eyes plead and I hold her down by her jaw, cautiously but firm, and work my hips. I lift my hand up and she breathes in, and I close it back down on her mouth again, this time over her nose, too.
“Fuck, you feel good. I love how you take it, my good girl. That’s it, take it all the way in, give me that pussy, that’s my girl.”
I babble. She splays her hips open and gives me everything. I lift my hand from her mouth and she gasps, breathes in. I bring my fingers to her clit and she starts yelling, open mouthed.
“Can I come?”
She manages to get some words out.