Daddy

The last two weeks have been a blur. It has been a nonstop party of serotonin and prolonged orgasms. I met someone who gets me. Someone who fucks the same way I fuck. Someone who says every dirty thing I am thinking before I even have a chance to. Someone who knows how to dominate me and just what I need. This is a grown man who has 50 years on this Earth and is not afraid to be intimate with me. A man who knows himself and who he is and what he wants. And this man wants me.

He likes to take me out and show me off first before he takes me home to devour. I meet him wearing a tight red dress and black boots. Ponytail. Red lipstick. We go to a bar close to his place and have a drink, running our hands up and down each other’s backs and thighs. He loves to think that in an hour he will be fucking me after every guy in the place has lusted after my ass. He has me walk to the bathroom and back so he can see them sneak a peek at my tiny waist and blossoming behind. 

Then back at his place he has me sit on his face and smother him with it. His eyes are full of my ass, while underneath he licks my pussy wildly. I have been eating pineapple all day, and he grunts in satisfaction as he laps up all the sweet juice that flows out. Next I suck his monster dick, and he sighs and says, That’s a good baby. I am so small next to him, I feel like a baby. He is 6’4 and goes to the gym almost everyday. He could pick me up and toss me around like a ball if he wanted to. But he is gentle with me, that is until it is time not to be.  He lets me know who is boss right away, pulling out that dick the second he can to remind me of the frightening size of it. In the last two weeks, I have gotten to know it quite well and it brings me such joy, I sigh and swoon over it and kiss it and tell it how much I love it. I am not afraid of that big dick, as it slowly makes its way down my throat. Or when my pussy slides over it, and my tight muscle walls give way to it.

But first, I lay over his lap while he plays with my ass. My favorite. He pulls my dress up to my waist and fondles my booty’s fullness. Then he smacks each cheek with his giant hand. It almost hurts, but I like it. He tells me alternately that I am a good girl and a dirty little slut. He gives  smacks as either a reward or a punishment; I can’t tell at this point, and I don’t care. I am biting the sofa pillow beneath me while I writhe, and beg him to keep doing what he is doing. He talks nonstop, and it turns me on like crazy. 

You little slut, you just want to come don’t you? You don’t even care who does it. If you weren’t with me you would’ve fucked one of the guys at the bar wouldn’t you? I bet you wanted to take one home and fuck him in front of me, just so I can see you come. You would like to me to watch you get fucked, wouldn’t you?

And I would. I am up for anything if it feels right. And Daddy makes it all feel right. I will do whatever he says. If he says fuck that guy; I’ll do it. Eat that pussy; I’m in. Lick my asshole; I will go face first. I want to do it all with him. I want to come all over him and have him return the favor. I want to experience every pleasure, every numeric combination, every entanglement of limbs with him. 

He has a mirror next to his bed as big as the wall, and I can see him inspecting my ass and pussy while I am laying on my belly, legs spread. They both have his undivided attention as he takes little handfuls of butt fat and bites in. He runs his fingers over my asshole lightly and grabs lube from the dresser. Then he rubs it between his fingers and slides his thumb over my anus while his pointer finger is tickling my vulva. We both watch in the mirror as he is behind me, driving me wild. I come like this. Three or four quick flurries and get very wet as a result. Oh I have to give you this dick now, he says.  Then he puts his weight on top of me as he slides that anaconda into my slick pussy saying, Oh that ass! That ass feels so good. I am in heaven. 

I imagine us having all sorts of crazy adventures together. While he is fucking me I tell him every dirty thing I have been thinking. How I wish we did bring someone back from the bar. Then I could watch them both fuck me in the mirror. On all fours, giving Daddy head while the other is behind me drilling away. Oh you little slut, he groans, and smacks my ass. I tell him I want a woman with him. I would love to watch her face as she sees for the first time how big his cock is. We could share it like an ice cream cone, and lick up and down the sides when it gets runny. Then I would open her up for that massive dick, by licking her pussy with him until she begged for it. And I would watch as it pushed her open, as it does me each time, and kiss her lips, breasts, and clitoris while he does his work. 

This pussy was made for me, woman, he proclaims, as he approaches orgasm. And it was. I know it was. He promises me all I fantasize about and more. All the adventures in the Tropic of Los Angeles that await us. Yes, I cry out as we come in sync, Yes, Give me everything!  And, I, like the hopeless romantic slut that I am, fall. Truly. Openly. Fully. No safety net, deep in.