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The following is a true account of a friends one night stand.
It was on a Saturday that I met up with a girl from a dating site. She
came off as intelligent, well educated, a shy bluestocking--traits that my
past experience associate with a bit of a freak. It's not just that
they're the ones you don't suspect, but they're the ones whose minds and
imaginations were stimulated by elaborate narratives while the more
conventional girls their age were chasing boys and having mediocre juvenile
sex. Did I mention she's 10 years younger and a petite 5'2"
brunette-exactly my type-and I'm a bit of a perv?
She came over to my place before we went out to dinner. Over two rounds
of margaritas we engaged in standard date talk before we split the bill,
and then I took her by the hand to lead her to a bar down the street.
Halfway into the first round I kissed her, and from the way she worked her
tongue in my mouth I knew it was on. We went from the bar to my place to
my couch, where her body clearly yielded to mine. I placed her on top of
me as I lay back on my couch so she could ride the clearly longitudinal
bulge in my pants. I ran my hands up her tawdry little black post-college
bar girl skirt to find sexy but plain black panties containing the cutest
little butt cheeks. I cupped one in each palm and mauled her gluteus
muscles, pulling her cheeks apart to get her mind thinking about being
penetrated. I whipped her skirt over her, told her to put an arm around
me, and carried her to the bedroom.
I got on top of her and threw her bare legs up over her head, pinning
them there with my weight while I kissed her. I imagined the stretch she
was getting and I knew she could feel my cock, still in my underwear,
pressing against her. I tasted cigarettes and margaritas in her mouth and
it made me harder and more confident that I could do whatever I wanted and
she wouldn't say a word. It's her turn, I thought, as I rolled over onto
my back and grabbed a fistful of hair at back of her head and nudged her
downward slightly. She knew what this meant-girls around college age
always do, girls in their late 20's like to play dumb-and she reached to
pull down my underwear, thoughtfully pulling completely them off from
around my feet. She leaned over and ran her hands over my abdomen, before
quickly taking my cock in both her hands and kissing along its length.
"Your cock is fucking HUGE," she said with a c***dlike tone of marvel and
delight at my rotund 8". Yeah, I know. I like it when they don't try to
play it cool.
She crudely jerked it with both hands as she pointed it upward and
sucked on my balls. Her tongue worked on the base of my cock concealed by
my sack-someone taught her to do that, I thought. She moved her mouth back
up and onto the head of my cock, barely getting the head in, and started to
bounce her head on it, deliberately making a perverse gulping sound as she
did so. Slurp on it, I told her. Immediately she pulled her mouth up,
spit generously on the head, and got back to work. The combination of my
instruction and her immediate compliance made my cock twitch noticeably in
her mouth. Jerk on it lower, I told her, and she moved her hand lower on
my cock while she slurped on the head. Then she did something I've never
seen a girl do before-while still slurping up and down my cock, she took
her left hand, grabbed my right wrist, and placed my hand on the top of her
head. Ohhhhhh that's some naughty shit, I said, and she giggled knowingly.
She sped up and I made startled wheezing and groaning noises in
appreciation. That's it, that's it, that's it, show daddy what you can do,
I said. She hummed in acknowledgement.
I don't know when exactly the daddy stuff started up, but at some point
one of us said something along those lines and it opened up the floodgates.
Ask me if you're doing it right, I said. She seemed confused for a second,
stopped, lifted her mouth off my cock, and repeated the line. No, say it
with my cock in your mouth. She giggled and slurped some more before I
felt the vibrations along my cock: "am I ooing it ight?" Ask daddy if
you're doing it right: "Athy am I ooing it ight?" My cock twitched again
and I lay back and let her work on me some more while she processed this
new trick I taught her. Promise me you won't tell anyone, I said. "I
pwomith I won dell anywon," she repeated more quickly and with more
confidence. Tell me you promise: "I pwomith."
She had a practiced little mouth and if I had let her work on it she
probably could have finished me off. But I needed to taste her clean, bare
little pussy. I grabbed her hair suddenly-she probably thought she did
something wrong--and pulled her head off my cock, rolling her over onto her
back. We kissed some more while I pinned her legs with my body and her
arms with my hands. I sloppily sucked on every last morsel of her ear for
a while, breathing hot into her ear, and whispered "I bet you'd like it if
I tied you up and slapped you around." Surprisingly quickly and curiously
she cooed back: "do it." I paused for a moment, continuing to work on her
ear and neck. Sex aside, this girl was cool, someone I'd see again. I
didn't want to get too freaky too soon and give her the impression I'm a
total Quagmire. On the other hand, in the next room I had a brand new
30-foot Japanese hemp rope that I never got around to using on my
ex-girlfriend. I wanted to blow this little bitch's mind and she was
asking for it. Do I really want to set a precedent that I'm just talk?
Her pussy would have to wait a minute.
I sprang off the bed, dragging her by her hand out of the room to where
my rope was. My chubby cock flopped in front of us conspicuously. I cut
the packing tape on the rope as I sat on the sofa and stood her in front of
me. She looked confused and uncomfortable, exactly what I had anticipated.
I found the bight and started making a harness. I knew with her size I'd
have some length left over to tie her arms too. The hemp had a strong
natural fiber smell that she inhaled to appreciate. I'm not a hardcore
rope freak, but I had done this a few times with girlfriends and knew a
thing or two. This time I was surprised how quickly the movements came
together and I could anticipate what it would look like. A few wraps
around, over and above the boobs, one down and up to pinch the tits
together. I aligned her wrists horizontally and finished the rest as a
wrist tie. I was proud. She looked good like this. I grabbed my phone
off my desk held it up, and took a body shot of her like this. The flash
fired but the picture didn't come out, and she told me to delete it. Fuck,
I thought, and put down the camera without more and told her to get on her
knees.
With a fistful of her hair in my right hand, I told her to chin up and
look at me. I quickly slapped her four times with my left, hitting
squarely on her cute little cheeks, before shoving her head onto my cock.
In your mouth, I said. She eagerly sucked up and down the head, happy to
have the hitting stop for now. Having her hands tied behind her threw off
her balance, but her posture straightened up and the sucking improved. She
even started slurping without having to be told. I let her work on me for
a little bit, challenging her to do a good job for daddy. Thrilled by the
power over her, I grabbed her hair off my cock as I had her before. I held
her there for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were wild and she
looked scared and aroused. I bet she's been tied up before, but not like
this. She liked it but she had no clue how far I was going to take it.
She'd bug out and cry if I got too much rougher with her, and then the
whole night is fucked. (I've been there before.) I slapped her again three
times, just as before, hard enough to prove a point but not enough to any
real damage. She winced, pulling away from me, but I held her in position
with my right. After the third she pulled towards my cock without waiting
to be prompted, having learned that's how to make it stop. What a smart,
kinky little bitch.
I lay back on my sofa and let her bob on me for a while, reveling in it
all, groaning some vague noise of ecstasy. She had to keep her back
straight and bob her neck over my cock in a way that was so servile and
erotic. I didn't plan on keeping up this rope bit all night, but I had
gotten my jollies and proved my point. I think it was just to confirm this
was reality that I gave another order: suck my balls, and she sloppily
complied. Fucking A. That's it, lick it lower, slurp on the head when you
do that. She skillfully worked on my frenulum with her tongue, backing off
just when it might get overstimulated. That's it, tell me you're a good
little cocksucker. "Mm a gud lil cothucker." Louder, I said, and then I
felt the vibrations all through my cock. After a while I stood her up by
her hair, grabbed the rope harness tightly from the back, and dragged her
back to my bedroom. I pulled tightly on the knot at the back to make the
scratchy rope constrict around her body before throwing her on the bed.
Before she could right herself I stepped back towards the stereo and put on
my favorite hiphop playlist.
"Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money."
I rolled her onto her back and wrapped an arm around each of her thighs,
roughly dragging her with her cunt up in the air and placed her ass on the
side of the bed. I hadn't forgotten about fucking her but at this moment I
had to taste her pussy. I felt obligated to reciprocate after her
enthusiastic cocksucking, and I also wanted her know that I wasn't going to
just take from her when she was restrained. Not her first time with me,
anyway. Kneeling by the side of the bed I pulled her pussy to my face and
sloppily sucked all over the top of her pussy. I stuck a finger in and
worked the clit from the inside, right by the g-spot. Her clit was swollen
and jutted upward, smooth, round, immaculate, clearly protuberant from the
surrounding flesh, not a hidden crumb lost in the folds. Wet and sticky
like okra. She responded with a low, surprised keen in a tone that only
petite girls can deliver. Her pussy tasted of notes of verjuice and
strawberry, and I delighted at how it had been recently shorn. White girl
pussy.
From the next room, Lil' Kim sang, "you wanna be my main squeeze
nigga.doncha.you wanna lick between my knees nigga." In my drunken haze, I
thought, should I mention B.I.G. went to high school a few blocks from
here? Um, no. I sucked on her more hungrily, tongue-fucking her and
slurping on her bottom folds. My arms kept her from wiggling too much as I
probed her and moaned right into her, stretching her legs wider and pulling
her into my face as I tasted every part of her pussy. Her opening twitched
around my tongue and I felt her gush into my mouth while I hummed into her
clit. My hands reached behind her and untied the knot keeping her hands
restrained. I flipped her over haphazardly and quickly worked the rope
free, taking care the rope ends didn't flick her in the face.
I grabbed her roughly at her armpits and shoved her back on the bed so I
could properly mount her. I reached for the lube in my nightstand before I
thought of the line from Superbad: this isn't some shriveled old whore,
she's wet and good to go. With my left arm I shoved her right knee up by
her head, jerked my cock a couple times, and entered her. She whimpered at
the width but once securely in, I leaned over her, pinning her down by her
shoulders, and using my weight to fuck her more deeply. Knees up, you
little bitch, and she quickly complied. I pounded my cock deep inside her
a few times before she got a sense of how my length would feel inside her.
She groaned and moaned as I worked it the whole length, in and out, leaning
over her to suck her ears and neck slowly and methodically, as if I had
forgotten I was fucking her. We formed a rhythm where my cock would ram
in, I would grind coarsely into her mons pubis, before pulling back out,
giving a vertical dimension to my penetration and rubbing her g-spot. I
reached down, grabbed each of her hips, and held her ass in place as I
fucked her harder and more selfishly. Wrap your legs around me, I said,
and I felt little bare heels dig into my back.
We fucked that way for a while as she wrapped her arms around my neck
and hung on for the ride. I fucked her with deep, shallow strokes,
periodically withdrawing almost completely before ramming it home. Tell
daddy it hurts, I said. Say please stop. She complied in perfect
character. I placed one hand over her head, the other over her mouth, and
held her in place as I drilled deeper into her, making her groan in pain
and submission. I placed my hand over her neck as I thrusted in and out,
and without prompting she said "choke me." Tell daddy he can choke you if
he wants to, I said. I started fucking her twice as hard and fast, making
her voice waver vulnerably as she said "daddy you can choke me if you want
to." I bent my index and middle fingers and drove the knuckles into her
neck, leaving the airway open but compressing the blood vessels at either
side. I held them there for about 15 seconds, giving her a good head rush
and probably scaring the shit out of her. It's not really my thing, but an
ex- loved it, and I'm prepared to deliver if the request is made. I backed
off to let her her come down. She knows I'll go there; that's enough for
now.
This little slut got her kicks, now it's my turn. I pinned her down by
her shoulders again and fucked her like I was jerking off with her pussy,
long, fast strokes alternated with quick deep pumps. Tell daddy he can
come inside you, I said, and she complied with a tone of delight. I could
tell by her snugness and how she responded to my thrusts that my cock was
stretching her out uncomfortably, but she wasn't complaining or slowing me
down. I reached behind her head and got a fistful of hair as I felt my
orgasm approaching, clenching tightest right as my first shot entered her.
I groaned loudly, as each shot left me, her tight cunt smothering my cock
in my own hot come, creating an even hotter climax for me. I was probably
loud enough for my neighbor to hear through our shared bedroom wall. I
caught my breath on top of her, careful not to crush her frame, eventually
rolling over onto my back. Suck me clean, I said, and without surprise or
hesitation she sat up and got to work, grasping my deflating cock with her
hand, licking and sucking at the mess of come and pussy juice, humming
happily as the taste saturated her mouth. God, I thought, it's nice when
they just follow instructions.
After that, my memory gets hazy. I fell asleep and awoke a little after
4am. My cock was hard and I saw no reason not to have another go. She had
fallen asleep on her back, so I reached down and slowly, gently, stroked
her marble of a clit. Going to warm her up and stick it in there, I
thought. She sighed deeply and then awoke but obediently held still so I
could continue. My fingers traced the bottom lips of her opening and it
was obvious she wasn't going to take long. I worked a finger in slowly,
letting her accommodate it before gradually increasing speed and depth.
With much less procedure than before, I climbed on top of her and started
fucking her deep. I wasn't going to last long and I didn't really care.
It hurt her more this time, but she didn't protest as I pinned her down and
pounded her, grabbing her by the backs of her knees and shoving her legs
out of the way. As I felt my orgasm approach I made shallower, faster
thrusts which made her wince slightly less. Working up to more forceful,
less considerate thrusts, I came violently inside her before I promptly let
go of her legs and sat up.
I went to pee, drank some water, and turned the music off. She sat up
in a head fog and I think she was impressed when I brought her a glass of
water. We slept in spoons position until morning with my hand on her hip.
I felt so masculine and she felt so feminine. It was nice.
In the morning, we started up again but before I could fuck her too
deeply she winced. Sensitive, I asked? She said it was OK if I didn't go
too deep this time-what a sport. I got off her and lay on my back while I
shoved her head down for some morning head. She was used to this and knew
just how to warm me up. I could tell she remembered the things I told her
before. Tell daddy he can come in your mouth, I said. "Oo an come in my
mouf, athy." Say it again, I said, and she complied. God damn this girl
was fun. I don't typically come from blowjobs so I pulled her off me,
reached for my lube, and started jerking myself off. Without being told,
she started sucking my balls, and I guided her head into position right as
I started shooting. The first spurt hit her on the nose, she gracefully
took over and jerked the rest into her mouth where she swallowed
efficiently. Watch your fucking teeth, I said in my best no-nonsense voice
as she licked the head clean. She paused as if insulted, then complied and
continued, just as my ex- had the first time I used that line on her.
("How dare he," she told me she had thought. Yeah, I said. But you
continued. And you watched your fucking teeth.)
Before an afterglow could set in I asked if she'd like some coffee and
sprang out of bed to clean up. The rest of the morning was standard and
leisurely. Locating underwear, brushing hair, checking phone messages,
coffee, bad morning TV, flattering comments on my book collection. I had
not yet recalled everything that transpired the night before; the rope on
my bedroom floor started to bring it back, and I smirked.
It was on a Saturday that I met up with a girl from a dating site. She
came off as intelligent, well educated, a shy bluestocking--traits that my
past experience associate with a bit of a freak. It's not just that
they're the ones you don't suspect, but they're the ones whose minds and
imaginations were stimulated by elaborate narratives while the more
conventional girls their age were chasing boys and having mediocre juvenile
sex. Did I mention she's 10 years younger and a petite 5'2"
brunette-exactly my type-and I'm a bit of a perv?
She came over to my place before we went out to dinner. Over two rounds
of margaritas we engaged in standard date talk before we split the bill,
and then I took her by the hand to lead her to a bar down the street.
Halfway into the first round I kissed her, and from the way she worked her
tongue in my mouth I knew it was on. We went from the bar to my place to
my couch, where her body clearly yielded to mine. I placed her on top of
me as I lay back on my couch so she could ride the clearly longitudinal
bulge in my pants. I ran my hands up her tawdry little black post-college
bar girl skirt to find sexy but plain black panties containing the cutest
little butt cheeks. I cupped one in each palm and mauled her gluteus
muscles, pulling her cheeks apart to get her mind thinking about being
penetrated. I whipped her skirt over her, told her to put an arm around
me, and carried her to the bedroom.
I got on top of her and threw her bare legs up over her head, pinning
them there with my weight while I kissed her. I imagined the stretch she
was getting and I knew she could feel my cock, still in my underwear,
pressing against her. I tasted cigarettes and margaritas in her mouth and
it made me harder and more confident that I could do whatever I wanted and
she wouldn't say a word. It's her turn, I thought, as I rolled over onto
my back and grabbed a fistful of hair at back of her head and nudged her
downward slightly. She knew what this meant-girls around college age
always do, girls in their late 20's like to play dumb-and she reached to
pull down my underwear, thoughtfully pulling completely them off from
around my feet. She leaned over and ran her hands over my abdomen, before
quickly taking my cock in both her hands and kissing along its length.
"Your cock is fucking HUGE," she said with a c***dlike tone of marvel and
delight at my rotund 8". Yeah, I know. I like it when they don't try to
play it cool.
She crudely jerked it with both hands as she pointed it upward and
sucked on my balls. Her tongue worked on the base of my cock concealed by
my sack-someone taught her to do that, I thought. She moved her mouth back
up and onto the head of my cock, barely getting the head in, and started to
bounce her head on it, deliberately making a perverse gulping sound as she
did so. Slurp on it, I told her. Immediately she pulled her mouth up,
spit generously on the head, and got back to work. The combination of my
instruction and her immediate compliance made my cock twitch noticeably in
her mouth. Jerk on it lower, I told her, and she moved her hand lower on
my cock while she slurped on the head. Then she did something I've never
seen a girl do before-while still slurping up and down my cock, she took
her left hand, grabbed my right wrist, and placed my hand on the top of her
head. Ohhhhhh that's some naughty shit, I said, and she giggled knowingly.
She sped up and I made startled wheezing and groaning noises in
appreciation. That's it, that's it, that's it, show daddy what you can do,
I said. She hummed in acknowledgement.
I don't know when exactly the daddy stuff started up, but at some point
one of us said something along those lines and it opened up the floodgates.
Ask me if you're doing it right, I said. She seemed confused for a second,
stopped, lifted her mouth off my cock, and repeated the line. No, say it
with my cock in your mouth. She giggled and slurped some more before I
felt the vibrations along my cock: "am I ooing it ight?" Ask daddy if
you're doing it right: "Athy am I ooing it ight?" My cock twitched again
and I lay back and let her work on me some more while she processed this
new trick I taught her. Promise me you won't tell anyone, I said. "I
pwomith I won dell anywon," she repeated more quickly and with more
confidence. Tell me you promise: "I pwomith."
She had a practiced little mouth and if I had let her work on it she
probably could have finished me off. But I needed to taste her clean, bare
little pussy. I grabbed her hair suddenly-she probably thought she did
something wrong--and pulled her head off my cock, rolling her over onto her
back. We kissed some more while I pinned her legs with my body and her
arms with my hands. I sloppily sucked on every last morsel of her ear for
a while, breathing hot into her ear, and whispered "I bet you'd like it if
I tied you up and slapped you around." Surprisingly quickly and curiously
she cooed back: "do it." I paused for a moment, continuing to work on her
ear and neck. Sex aside, this girl was cool, someone I'd see again. I
didn't want to get too freaky too soon and give her the impression I'm a
total Quagmire. On the other hand, in the next room I had a brand new
30-foot Japanese hemp rope that I never got around to using on my
ex-girlfriend. I wanted to blow this little bitch's mind and she was
asking for it. Do I really want to set a precedent that I'm just talk?
Her pussy would have to wait a minute.
I sprang off the bed, dragging her by her hand out of the room to where
my rope was. My chubby cock flopped in front of us conspicuously. I cut
the packing tape on the rope as I sat on the sofa and stood her in front of
me. She looked confused and uncomfortable, exactly what I had anticipated.
I found the bight and started making a harness. I knew with her size I'd
have some length left over to tie her arms too. The hemp had a strong
natural fiber smell that she inhaled to appreciate. I'm not a hardcore
rope freak, but I had done this a few times with girlfriends and knew a
thing or two. This time I was surprised how quickly the movements came
together and I could anticipate what it would look like. A few wraps
around, over and above the boobs, one down and up to pinch the tits
together. I aligned her wrists horizontally and finished the rest as a
wrist tie. I was proud. She looked good like this. I grabbed my phone
off my desk held it up, and took a body shot of her like this. The flash
fired but the picture didn't come out, and she told me to delete it. Fuck,
I thought, and put down the camera without more and told her to get on her
knees.
With a fistful of her hair in my right hand, I told her to chin up and
look at me. I quickly slapped her four times with my left, hitting
squarely on her cute little cheeks, before shoving her head onto my cock.
In your mouth, I said. She eagerly sucked up and down the head, happy to
have the hitting stop for now. Having her hands tied behind her threw off
her balance, but her posture straightened up and the sucking improved. She
even started slurping without having to be told. I let her work on me for
a little bit, challenging her to do a good job for daddy. Thrilled by the
power over her, I grabbed her hair off my cock as I had her before. I held
her there for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were wild and she
looked scared and aroused. I bet she's been tied up before, but not like
this. She liked it but she had no clue how far I was going to take it.
She'd bug out and cry if I got too much rougher with her, and then the
whole night is fucked. (I've been there before.) I slapped her again three
times, just as before, hard enough to prove a point but not enough to any
real damage. She winced, pulling away from me, but I held her in position
with my right. After the third she pulled towards my cock without waiting
to be prompted, having learned that's how to make it stop. What a smart,
kinky little bitch.
I lay back on my sofa and let her bob on me for a while, reveling in it
all, groaning some vague noise of ecstasy. She had to keep her back
straight and bob her neck over my cock in a way that was so servile and
erotic. I didn't plan on keeping up this rope bit all night, but I had
gotten my jollies and proved my point. I think it was just to confirm this
was reality that I gave another order: suck my balls, and she sloppily
complied. Fucking A. That's it, lick it lower, slurp on the head when you
do that. She skillfully worked on my frenulum with her tongue, backing off
just when it might get overstimulated. That's it, tell me you're a good
little cocksucker. "Mm a gud lil cothucker." Louder, I said, and then I
felt the vibrations all through my cock. After a while I stood her up by
her hair, grabbed the rope harness tightly from the back, and dragged her
back to my bedroom. I pulled tightly on the knot at the back to make the
scratchy rope constrict around her body before throwing her on the bed.
Before she could right herself I stepped back towards the stereo and put on
my favorite hiphop playlist.
"Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money."
I rolled her onto her back and wrapped an arm around each of her thighs,
roughly dragging her with her cunt up in the air and placed her ass on the
side of the bed. I hadn't forgotten about fucking her but at this moment I
had to taste her pussy. I felt obligated to reciprocate after her
enthusiastic cocksucking, and I also wanted her know that I wasn't going to
just take from her when she was restrained. Not her first time with me,
anyway. Kneeling by the side of the bed I pulled her pussy to my face and
sloppily sucked all over the top of her pussy. I stuck a finger in and
worked the clit from the inside, right by the g-spot. Her clit was swollen
and jutted upward, smooth, round, immaculate, clearly protuberant from the
surrounding flesh, not a hidden crumb lost in the folds. Wet and sticky
like okra. She responded with a low, surprised keen in a tone that only
petite girls can deliver. Her pussy tasted of notes of verjuice and
strawberry, and I delighted at how it had been recently shorn. White girl
pussy.
From the next room, Lil' Kim sang, "you wanna be my main squeeze
nigga.doncha.you wanna lick between my knees nigga." In my drunken haze, I
thought, should I mention B.I.G. went to high school a few blocks from
here? Um, no. I sucked on her more hungrily, tongue-fucking her and
slurping on her bottom folds. My arms kept her from wiggling too much as I
probed her and moaned right into her, stretching her legs wider and pulling
her into my face as I tasted every part of her pussy. Her opening twitched
around my tongue and I felt her gush into my mouth while I hummed into her
clit. My hands reached behind her and untied the knot keeping her hands
restrained. I flipped her over haphazardly and quickly worked the rope
free, taking care the rope ends didn't flick her in the face.
I grabbed her roughly at her armpits and shoved her back on the bed so I
could properly mount her. I reached for the lube in my nightstand before I
thought of the line from Superbad: this isn't some shriveled old whore,
she's wet and good to go. With my left arm I shoved her right knee up by
her head, jerked my cock a couple times, and entered her. She whimpered at
the width but once securely in, I leaned over her, pinning her down by her
shoulders, and using my weight to fuck her more deeply. Knees up, you
little bitch, and she quickly complied. I pounded my cock deep inside her
a few times before she got a sense of how my length would feel inside her.
She groaned and moaned as I worked it the whole length, in and out, leaning
over her to suck her ears and neck slowly and methodically, as if I had
forgotten I was fucking her. We formed a rhythm where my cock would ram
in, I would grind coarsely into her mons pubis, before pulling back out,
giving a vertical dimension to my penetration and rubbing her g-spot. I
reached down, grabbed each of her hips, and held her ass in place as I
fucked her harder and more selfishly. Wrap your legs around me, I said,
and I felt little bare heels dig into my back.
We fucked that way for a while as she wrapped her arms around my neck
and hung on for the ride. I fucked her with deep, shallow strokes,
periodically withdrawing almost completely before ramming it home. Tell
daddy it hurts, I said. Say please stop. She complied in perfect
character. I placed one hand over her head, the other over her mouth, and
held her in place as I drilled deeper into her, making her groan in pain
and submission. I placed my hand over her neck as I thrusted in and out,
and without prompting she said "choke me." Tell daddy he can choke you if
he wants to, I said. I started fucking her twice as hard and fast, making
her voice waver vulnerably as she said "daddy you can choke me if you want
to." I bent my index and middle fingers and drove the knuckles into her
neck, leaving the airway open but compressing the blood vessels at either
side. I held them there for about 15 seconds, giving her a good head rush
and probably scaring the shit out of her. It's not really my thing, but an
ex- loved it, and I'm prepared to deliver if the request is made. I backed
off to let her her come down. She knows I'll go there; that's enough for
now.
This little slut got her kicks, now it's my turn. I pinned her down by
her shoulders again and fucked her like I was jerking off with her pussy,
long, fast strokes alternated with quick deep pumps. Tell daddy he can
come inside you, I said, and she complied with a tone of delight. I could
tell by her snugness and how she responded to my thrusts that my cock was
stretching her out uncomfortably, but she wasn't complaining or slowing me
down. I reached behind her head and got a fistful of hair as I felt my
orgasm approaching, clenching tightest right as my first shot entered her.
I groaned loudly, as each shot left me, her tight cunt smothering my cock
in my own hot come, creating an even hotter climax for me. I was probably
loud enough for my neighbor to hear through our shared bedroom wall. I
caught my breath on top of her, careful not to crush her frame, eventually
rolling over onto my back. Suck me clean, I said, and without surprise or
hesitation she sat up and got to work, grasping my deflating cock with her
hand, licking and sucking at the mess of come and pussy juice, humming
happily as the taste saturated her mouth. God, I thought, it's nice when
they just follow instructions.
After that, my memory gets hazy. I fell asleep and awoke a little after
4am. My cock was hard and I saw no reason not to have another go. She had
fallen asleep on her back, so I reached down and slowly, gently, stroked
her marble of a clit. Going to warm her up and stick it in there, I
thought. She sighed deeply and then awoke but obediently held still so I
could continue. My fingers traced the bottom lips of her opening and it
was obvious she wasn't going to take long. I worked a finger in slowly,
letting her accommodate it before gradually increasing speed and depth.
With much less procedure than before, I climbed on top of her and started
fucking her deep. I wasn't going to last long and I didn't really care.
It hurt her more this time, but she didn't protest as I pinned her down and
pounded her, grabbing her by the backs of her knees and shoving her legs
out of the way. As I felt my orgasm approach I made shallower, faster
thrusts which made her wince slightly less. Working up to more forceful,
less considerate thrusts, I came violently inside her before I promptly let
go of her legs and sat up.
I went to pee, drank some water, and turned the music off. She sat up
in a head fog and I think she was impressed when I brought her a glass of
water. We slept in spoons position until morning with my hand on her hip.
I felt so masculine and she felt so feminine. It was nice.
In the morning, we started up again but before I could fuck her too
deeply she winced. Sensitive, I asked? She said it was OK if I didn't go
too deep this time-what a sport. I got off her and lay on my back while I
shoved her head down for some morning head. She was used to this and knew
just how to warm me up. I could tell she remembered the things I told her
before. Tell daddy he can come in your mouth, I said. "Oo an come in my
mouf, athy." Say it again, I said, and she complied. God damn this girl
was fun. I don't typically come from blowjobs so I pulled her off me,
reached for my lube, and started jerking myself off. Without being told,
she started sucking my balls, and I guided her head into position right as
I started shooting. The first spurt hit her on the nose, she gracefully
took over and jerked the rest into her mouth where she swallowed
efficiently. Watch your fucking teeth, I said in my best no-nonsense voice
as she licked the head clean. She paused as if insulted, then complied and
continued, just as my ex- had the first time I used that line on her.
("How dare he," she told me she had thought. Yeah, I said. But you
continued. And you watched your fucking teeth.)
Before an afterglow could set in I asked if she'd like some coffee and
sprang out of bed to clean up. The rest of the morning was standard and
leisurely. Locating underwear, brushing hair, checking phone messages,
coffee, bad morning TV, flattering comments on my book collection. I had
not yet recalled everything that transpired the night before; the rope on
my bedroom floor started to bring it back, and I smirked.
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