Daddy’s Friend

Daddy felt bad about cancelling our date, so he decided to make it up to me. He likes to keep his girl well-fucked, so he lent me to one of his friends.

I met Daddy’s Friend (hereafter to be referred to as D.F.) at Starbucks. I climbed into his car and we drove the 5 minutes to his place. As soon as we stepped through the door, he grabbed me.

“So, you like to be used.”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, kissing my neck and sliding his hands up my legs, under my dress. I was still panty-less.

“You are bare underneath, huh?” He slid a hand over my mound. “And wet and ready.”

“Always,” I responded before he kissed me on the mouth. He pulled my dress over my head, then took off his shirt.

“We need to get me ready, too,” he said.

I unbuckled his pants and gave him a quick hand-job before he told me to suck him. I got on my knees and did as I was told, trying to take him all in but having a little trouble because he was so big. I licked up and down his shaft and sucked him into my mouth until he told me to stand.

“Right there,” he said, pointing to the pillar in his dim, cavernous house. I bent over against it and moaned as he entered me from behind. It only took a few thrusts until I was screaming. He fucked me like that for several minutes, then straightened and pulled out of me, pulling me up with him.

“Welcome to my place,” he said, leading me into the living room. He steered me towards the chaise lounge at the far end of the room. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said.

I did as I was told.

He fingered my wet pussy from behind until I came, then pushed his huge, hard cock inside me. “Ahhhh!,” I screamed as he started to fuck me. He thrust in and out, over and over, and I pushed back against him. When I was about to come again, he did something no man I’ve been with his ever done: He stopped.

I am a good girl, so I did not complain, and I’m glad I didn’t.

He rammed his fingers inside me, against my g-spot, over and over until I squirted an insane amount. It was like a scene out of a porno (which I guess my life kind of is, ha). When I was done squirting, he frantically rubbed his entire hand over my pussy, rubbing me off until I was ready to go again. Then he slid his cock back inside me and we resumed fucking, my pussy squeezing his giant cock with every thrust.

Once again, when I was about to come, he pulled out and fingered my g-spot. I did not know it was possible to squirt more than once in such a short amount of time–it came out like a flood. He did that to me twice more–filling me, then using his fingers until I squirted, then rubbing my pussy fast and hard before entering me again. Eventually he asked, “Are you ready to take it all?”

Um, that wasn’t all of it? “Yes,” I gasped, and he drove into me with his entire length. Oh my god.

He fucked me hard until I was practically sobbing, thrusting against me until he came. I collapsed as he stood over me, pulling me up into an embrace. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he whispered in my ear, “That. Was. Beautiful.”


11 Comments on “Daddy’s Friend”

  1. thosebadshoes says:

    Totally gona re-read this later, in private…..

  2. The Kinkster says:

    You gave me a hard on with this piece of yours… He totally screwed you like shit. Wow!

  3. advizor54 says:

    You have some very nice friends. 🙂

  4. The Kinkster says:

    Wish it were me instead of him. Sighs. 😛

  5. […] D.F. and I have been planning a kinky date. Not going to say much except that it will involve rope, teasing and porn. He didn’t have much time this week and we wanted to see each other, so we decided to meet up a few days ago for an hour of straight fucking. It was intensely satisfying. […]


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