Fuckblog Entry #3
It had been almost a year since I had heard from him. When I opened the
email I leaned back in my chair and smiled. I had noticed one day
randomly about six months ago I had gone from feeling a deep and raw
sadness to somehow knowing he would be back. I grinned at the email. It
was a carefully masked apology, his classic approach to attempting to save
face - to maintain pride.
Turns out, his pride was precisely what I intended to address.He would be
coming to the PNW for a couple of weeks to visit some friends, he wrote,
and he was hoping I would still consider myself one of them, in spite of
being an "ex". He wanted to know if I would be willing to meet with him
for some conversation, maybe a meal, and he would go crash at the hostel
in town. "I promise to stay out of your lovely hair," he wrote.
He turned up on my front porch as the sun was setting on a Friday night.
I was fastening an earring when I opened the door. He was wearing some
nice slacks and a sensible sweater. He appeared to be weighed down by
more than his luggage. I had, after all, made him take the
(pissed-drenched, meth-whore occupied) city bus from the airport 60 miles
to my house during the infamous I-5 traffic hour immediately following a
nine-hour flight. But it wasn't just that. He seemed nervous. He seemed
reverent. He seemed pliable. It is amazing to realize that a man who
physically towers over you by a foot could still be gazing up. Not that I
wasn't giving him reasons to... My satin dress gathered in all the right
spots, fabric dripping delicately down my curves, tracing my hourglass
figure in a manner befitting film noir.
He followed me into my kitchen where I made us some lemon drops. His head
was cast-downward but I could feel his eyes on me as he walked behind. I
reclined against my kitchen counter and looking over my glass at him. I
smiled and sipped as he looked dejectedly into his drink and sank into a
loaded silence. "Munro, I've made a terrible mistake. I feel that if I
don't somehow remedy this I will pay for it my whole life." I did not
respond but to pull alcohol through my parted lips. My slowness and
calmness seemed to unnerve him. He went on, "You are the smartest woman
I've never met, and you would probably be right to punish me with your
distance forever." He tapped the outside of his glass nervously with his
long fingers and then looked up at me, "But I hope you won't."
He gave me classic puppy-dog eyes just as trite as his words and I
scoffed, shaking my head. "Things will never be as they were, Jacob, you
have to know that."
He cleared his throat in a manner that indicated he was struggling to
control his emotions. I finished my drink and placed it on the counter.
I walked over to him and took his glass from him, sipping it and looking
up at him. I stood very close and the notion of controlling his big body
excited me. He stammered as I pressed my pelvis against his, feeling his
hard cock through his pants. "I'll do anything to have you in my life
again."
I reached up and stroked his face, grinning. "I know you will." I
continued to press my body into his, feeling his hot stiffness against my
belly, rolling back and forth from my right hip to left. His eyes
fluttered momentarily to the back of his head, which I pretended to ignore
as I finished his drink. "Let's go out."
From the look on his face, I could tell he was not expecting this. He was
expecting hours of drying each other's tears and hippie-ass talk about
owning one's emotions and the developmental value of hardship.
Fuck that.
I drove us to a local bar where I had always had particularly good luck
with cock. There happened to be a celtic punk band playing, music I
always find to be moving and empowering. I took this to be a good omen.
We sat at a booth and the bartender came to take our food and drink
orders. I had seen him before and he had indeed given me free drinks. He
was a couple inches taller than Jacob (he must have been 6'5''), dark and
very decorated with eclectic and gorgeous tattoos. We sat down at the bar
and the depth of
his eye contact caused a twitch in my clit. A drink later he was giving
me the back stories on his body mods, his "moving to the Pacific
Northwest" story, and offering to illustrate his massage skills. Two
drinks later I was play-punching his arm, giving him the eyes, and
completely ignoring Jacob. Soon he was off the clock and practically
inviting himself over. When we stood to leave, the bartender looked awry
at Jacob.
"Who's this guy?" He asked.
"He's just my flatmate," I lied, smiling at Jacob. "But he's going to be
kind enough to drive us back."
In the parking lot Jacob fumbled with my keys while I learned the
bartender's name. "Mohan is derived from the Sanskrit word meaning
delightful, charming, attractive," he boasted with a playful laugh.
Usually this sort of arrogance would strike me as annoying but tonight it
was precisely what I required. We crawled into the backseat and Mohan
immediately began to run his strong hand up my inner thigh. I watched
Jacob adjusting the driver's seat and mirrors as Mohan kissed my neck. I
let out a whimper when I felt teeth at my earlobe. Jacob's eyes flashed
immediately to me via the review mirror. I let my head roll back,
inviting Mohan to the pleasures of my body. I felt Jacob's eyes on me. I
did not look at him. "Drive us home, Jacob."
When we got home I led Mohan to my bedroom by the hand, with Jacob
following a few feet behind. I instructed Jacob to have a seat in a
nearby chair. Mohan picked me up and placed me on the bed. He sat next
to me and slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress past my hips. I
reached up for his face and brought it to mine, kissing him as he
undressed. As he began to explore my thighs I parted my knees, allowing
his strong hands to graze closer to my cunt. I bit his lower lip and let
my hand wander down his sculpted chest and belly, tracing my hand down his
cock and massaging his balls. He moaned and bit my neck. I turned my
face to see Jacob, seated just a yard away, clenching his jaw. I sat up
and Mohan pulled my dress over my head, gently laying me back down, all
the while rubbing my back and kissing my lips. Mohan's hard cock in my
hand, I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at Jacob who grasped with
sudden force the arms of his chair. Mohan moved his mouth down my neck
and across my shoulder, planting his face finally between my tits. I
released his cock and balls, feeling them fall heavy against my thighs. I
ran my fingers through his hair as he kissed around my nipple. As he
brought his teeth down on my areola I joyously yanked a handful of his
hair, crying out with a surprised laugh. He pulled my thong aside with
his strong finger, and began to trace my pink inner lips with the hard
head of his cock. He was patient and intentional, sliding his cocktip
across one lip slowly and then up the other. My body was writhing under
him. "Fuck me," I instructed breathlessly.
I reached up and clenched the mattress above my head as I felt his thick
darkness slide into me. As he bumped my cervix I moaned and he pushed his
chest against my tits. I heard Jacob breathing heavily and I looked to
see him jaw-clenched and red-faced. His nostrils were flaring and his aura
was shooting spikes of pain and anger. I opened my mouth in a grin and a
moan, delighted by both Jacob's jealousy and Mohan's mouth. Mohan grabbed
me by the hips and began rocking into me faster. I whimpered as he
pounded my pussy, his big balls slapping against me. Soon my pleasure
began to spread over my body in waves of warmth.
"I'm going to come on your cock," I told him through gasps, throwing my
head back. Jacob turned his head away, clearly unable to watch. Over the
sounds of my first orgasm I heard Jacob choke down a sob, begging us to
stop. Mohan impaled me with his entire length for a few, grinding his
hips in a figure eight for a few moments before slowly withdrawing his
cock. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing Jacob. I straddled him and
lowered myself down on his dick. He held me by the hips and lifted me up,
setting me down over and over again on his cock. I held his strong
shoulders, bracing myself as he fucked me from below until my pleasure
rolled out from me as creamy beads on his thick shaft. I got off his cock
and sat behind him on the bed, spreading my legs out on either side of him
and wrapping my arms about his broad chest. I reached down and massaged
his cock and balls, my chin on his shoulder, looking at Jacob. I brought
my lips to Mohan's ear,
whispering, "I want to see his mouth on your cock." He turned his head to
me, smiling, and kissed my mouth. Gazing at me he instructed Jacob, "Suck
me off, boy." Hearing that, my skin was immediately covered in goosebumps
and my clit nearly leapt from between my legs. I began to cover Mohan's
strong shoulder in happy kisses, pressing my hot sticky cunt against his
lower back.
Jacob did not move. I pulled Mohan's mouth to me again. "He must not have
understood you," I said, "Speak slowly and clearly for the stupid white
boy." Mohan looked at Jacob. "On your knees," he said curtly as I stroked
his shaft, hand over hand. Still Jacob did not move.
I sighed theatrically. "Jacob, I'm insulted. You beg to be let back into
my life and when I give you the chance you throw it back into my face?"
Jacob got down on his knees before Mohan, his long limbs awkward and
shaking. I held Mohan by the base of his thick shaft, preparing to feed
it to Jacob. Jacob looked at the cock and then up to my smiling lips. I
formed a mocking pin-up girl kiss at him, illustrating his fate.
"Open your mouth," Mohan said. Jacob obliged. I reached around with my
other hand and grabbed his chin, pulling it to Mohan's crotch.
"Stick out your tongue," I told him, "it lifts your soft palate so you
don't gag as much." He stuck out his tongue and I slapped Mohan's cock
down on it several times.
"Now lick all of my cum off this man's dick." I instructed. He looked at
me and began to nervously lick the shaft and then tongued at the tip of
his head, pushing precum out of his urethra. Mohan reached around Jacob's
head and grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Now suck." Jacob wrapped his lips around the rim of Mohan's head and
began to slide down, gagging slightly. I reminded him, stroking his face
gently, to be a good little cocksucker and to keep that tongue out. His
eyes began to water as I fed him another inch. I watched him adjust to
the mouthful, and when I was certain he wouldn't puke on Mohan, I bent
down and kissed his forehead, running my fingers through his hair with
great tenderness. In a pile of Mohan's clothing I found his belt. I
wrapped it around Jacob's neck, pulling the end of it until the sounds of
his cocksucking ceased for a moment. I then removed my soaking black lace
thong and helped him into it. I slapped and squeezed his ass, situating
myself behind him and then gave him some air. He was then both gasping
for breath as well as moaning slightly in response to my hands playing
between his cheeks. I then walked behind him and began to strap on my
cock. I pressed the length of it between his ass cheeks, bending down to
hug him. I pushed my tits against his back and ran my fingers down his
chest, causing him to shudder. I reached between his legs and squeezed
his balls though the damp thong. Jacob groaned with lust at feeling my
wetness against his swollen sack.
"You look like such a pretty little faggot with your mouth wrapped around
that big dick." I squeezed harder, pulling his sack away from his body
before releasing it with a slap.
Raising, I took my cock into my hand, jacking it as I coated it with lube.
I pushed the end of it against his pucker. He seemed startled. I pulled
the belt to shut him up. "Jacob," I said, offering an exasperated sigh,
"You are the only boyfriend I've ever had who resisted my cock. You never
let me pound your hole, and you never let me see you with another boy,
even after I confided in you my fetish." I pulled the belt a bit tighter,
making circles at the outside of his ass with my cocktip. "I've always
wanted so badly to hear you moan like a girl.... It is an uncomfortable
thing for me on those rare occasions when I don't get what I want. It
tends to make me behave strangely."
I finally released the belt and he collapsed against Mohan's legs. I
traced my fingers up his spine and through his hair. I grabbed a handful
and pulled his face up to Mohan's balls. "Don't get lazy." I watched as
his
trembling lips kissed Mohan's inner thighs. "What a good cocksucker," I
said, beginning to push my cock into him. A vulnerable little moan
escaped him, and I could tell the unfamiliar sensations were not
altogether unpleasant. I shoved the full length into him suddenly,
causing him to cry out. The effeminate shape of that tone was electric to
me. Mohan was watching my face, his eyes excited. He began to feed Jacob
his cock again. I angled myself just right, so that the harness would rub
my clit as I drove into Jacob's ass.
"I'd love for you to plead your case to me now, darling," I told Jacob
yanking the "leash" briefly. Some muffled words came out of him. I
pulled the belt hard, giggling. "Don't speak with your mouth full, Jacob
- we have a guest!" Mohan laughed as he jacked his cock with Jacob's
mouth, his big brown hands on either sides of the wasp's head. Seeing him
use my ex in that way thrilled me into quickening my pace. I was kneeding
Jacob's ass with my hands, watching my cock slide in and out of his tight
hole, nearing the edge. I pushed my entire length into Jacob, grinding
against him as I began to shudder in ecstasy. Mohan pulled out and held
Jacob's chin down, shooting his hot cum all over his tongue and face.
When my orgasm subsided, I reached between Jacob's legs, feeling his hard
cock sticking out of my damp thong. I bent over his body, my cock still
in him, and put my lips to his ear.
"How long has it been since you came, Jacob?" He grunted as I slowly
massaged the fleshy rim of his cockhead.
"Two days," He replied through a moan, responding so beautifully to my
cock. I ran my nails over his scalp and down his back as I stood.
"Two days is not so long. We'll see how you feel at the end of twelve."
I withdrew my cock and pulled him by the belt at his neck to the end of my
bed. "Kneel and grab what is under there," I instructed. He did,
revealing a large cushion, on which were sewn wrist restraints. I placed
my foot between his shoulder blades and pushed him forward. He tumbled
onto the dog bed and I laughed. I bound his wrists, explaining that this
would help to keep him chaste. I then stroked his face, pulling playfully
on his
earlobe. "We'll feed you again in the morning. Wake one of us up of you
have to go potty."
Jacob watched with dejection as I grabbed Mohan by the hand. We crawled
into bed and he wrapped his warm, chestnut-coloured arms around me. I
fell asleep smiling, thinking that I could never have asked for better
closure.
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Munro's Fuckblog Entry #2
I'd been making eyes with the gentleman for some time now. It seemed like
he was always at the used bookstore when I was, and his expensive looking
suits, coats and scarves stood out in a sea of dirty hoodies featuring
nature-inspired embroidery and anti-establishment patches. He was tall,
athletic build, perhaps in his late forties, bright blue eyes, striking grey
hair and thick-rimmed glasses. This hot professor type appeals to the
elitist fuck in me - he represents a challenge of the intellect, and if all
goes to plan, that of sexual prowess as well.
On this particular day I was well dressed enough to feel appropriate
intensifying the eye-making at him from over the top of a collection of
existentialist essays (strategically one I already own, in case he asks me
questions). We made eye contact immediately. His slate-coloured suit and
dark purple tie were painfully striking. I closed my eyes for a moment and
imagined that purple silk binding my wrists above my head. When I opened my
eyes he was walking confidently toward me, smiling at me. He then, to my
surprise, walked past me, still smiling.
I followed him to a nearby restaurant. He opened the door for me, and
arranged for a table while I stood waiting, observing the place. Soon we
were seated at a small round table with a long white tablecloth. The place
was extremely modern in a Deco severity - low lighting, minimalist flower
arrangement, square plates and bowls and cups. We sipped cocktails and
exchanged small talk. After the first drink I slipped my foot out of my
heel and slid it up his leg. I took my time moving down his thigh, and then
I began rubbing my foot against his balls gently, and then more firmly on
his stiffening shaft. This whole time I kept talking, maintaining my usual
articulate wit as well as eye contact. His eyes rolled back into his head
and he put down his drink, reaching under the table to unzip his fly. He
stared into my eyes as he pressed his bare cock against my foot and began to
jerk himself off. I wondered if the table cloth was obviously rustling or
not but the place was fairly vacant at 2pm. My toes enjoyed his cock until
the server arrived to take a second drink order. Once we were alone again
he scooted his chair close to mine and pushed a strong hand up my skirt. He
made a small moan of satisfaction upon discovering my wetness. I
nonchalantly sipped my drink and looked away. He pushed a finger up my
cunt. I licked the salty rim of my glass. Under the long tablecloth, my
legs wide, my skirt high up on my thighs, the stranger pinched my clit
gently. I winced and smiled, finding that he was beaming as well. "I think
you like a challenge." I leveled my eyes at him and responded, "I have yet
to find myself truly tested." He applied more pressure on my clit,
simultaneously pushing his finger deeper into me. "You haughty little
girl. It is just darling that you think you know so much." I whimpered
just barely, in the back of my throat. His eyes fluttered into the back of
his head a moment, telling me, "What a good little whine you have! You'll
have to give me more of those, don't you think?" He removed his hand and
wiped it abruptly on a napkin. He paid the bill and stood wordlessly. I
followed.
I followed to his car. I followed up the walk to his house. I followed up
the stairs to his bedroom. Upon closing the door he spoke for the first
time in perhaps twenty minutes, "Go kneel in the middle of my room." I did
so. He approached me and looked down, stroking my face. He then slapped
me, causing me to gasp a bit and almost lose my balance.
"Slaves must never draw attention to themselves - you lost the right to
react the moment you got in my car." He slapped me again. I struggled not
to wince. He slapped me several more times, alternating cheeks, and each
time I better willed myself into silence. He stopped slapping me. My head
to one side, I slowly opened my eyes. He was looking at his hand in
disdain.
"The corner of your mouth is bleeding." He extended his hand to me. "Get
used to cleaning me off."
I began to lick my blood off his palm. Dizzy from the slapping, I became
lost in exploring his hand with my tongue. He brought his hand down on me
again. "Don't get greedy, stupid."
I'd never been called "stupid" before. Hearing it shocked me momentarily
out of my trance. I looked up to his face for the first time since the
restaurant. This angered him, and he slapped me hard across my face, this
time with the back of his hand. My consciousness dropped immediately again
into subspace. I quietly noticed that his big knuckles had knocked a tooth
loose. I casually observed the rising taste of sweet copper. I considered
swallowing the tooth in order to avoid drawing attention to myself. As the
painful option crossed my mind he slapped me again in the same manner from
the other direction, causing a mouthful of blood and my loose tooth to fly
across the room. He laughed, "You can clean that up later." He went to a
chest of drawers and removed some costumes. "It is ironic just how perfect
a garment I just happen to have for someone like you." To my horror he held
up genie pants and a choli top lined with jingly coins. I took it from, red
faced and jaw-clenched. He sat on the edge of his bed, watching me change
into the nightmare. When I had finished, a full-throated laugh rang out of
him. "You know what else I want you to do, don't you?"
I wanted to puke. I felt so disgraced. But I brought my hands up above my
head, and rolled my hips at him in a figure-eight. I struggled to fight it,
but hot tears sprung from my eyes. He emitted a noise of disinterest,
perhaps even impatience. "Tear-stained is good," he said rising from the
bed, "but cum-drenched is better." He grabbed my hair hard by the roots and
pulled me to my knees in front of him. "Take my cock out of my pants,
little girl." I watched my shaking hands meet his thick belt. As I slipped
it off him, he took it from me and wrapped it around my neck. I undid his
pants and slipped them down to his knees. His huge cock and balls before
me, I wet my lips, looking up at him. I began to wrap my hand around his
shaft and he tugged hard on the belt suddenly. "Did I give you permission,
slut? Beg me."
The belt tight around my neck I nodded. He released the belt and I felt to
the ground, gasping. This annoyed him. He pulled up his pants and began to
walk away. I reached out to him, crying, "please!" He stoppped walking,
but did not turn to me. "Please what, Munro?" My head was spinning and I
couldn't choose the words quickly enough. "Please, Sir, may I touch your
cock?" He turned on his heel to me, pulling me up by the belt again,
sighing with disinterest as he closed my windpipe. "Too late. You lose."
He picked me up and arranged me into the position he desired on his bed. I
was on my knees and elbows. He ripped the sheer pants at the crotch. He
then pushed my head into the bed roughly while he tapped his cock against my
asshole. He spat on my asscrack and then rubbed his cock against the
dripping wetness. He grabbed ahold of my hips and began to push his cock
against my pussylips. Then, without warning, he slammed his full length
into me hard, and I was thankful that he had not done it to my asshole. One
hand left my hips and he grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. His
other hand came down hard on my ass. "You are my whore, now," he told me
slapping my ass with his hand and pounding my cunt with his cock. "Thank
you, Sir," I heard myself say through a fog of submission. A shiver of
pleasure ran up me as I realized I loved being used by him. For the first
time in my life, I wanted to be completely disrespected.
He then shoved two fingers up my asshole, telling me how he liked to feel
his own cock in me. I moaned in response, and he told me not to enjoy it
too much. "Yes, Sir!" I yelped as he pushed his hard cockhead eight inches
into me. I felt myself begin to shudder out of control. He released my
hair and grabbed my hips firmly again and bore his huge dick into me. I
started to come, and he dug his nails into my hips. "You may not have this
pleasure, Munro, control yourself!" I could not. I continued to come on
his thick cock, apologizing the whole time. Before I had finished he pushed
me off his cock, and indeed off the bed, in disgust. His strong hand ripped
the belt from around my neck. Shaking with anger he doubled it up and I
winced preemptively. He brought the belt down hard on my shoulders and my
body flattened against the floor. I heard a satisfied scoff, and then a
grunt as he brought the belt down on me again. Then he burst out laughing.
"I've got a fucking brilliant idea."
He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out of his room, down his stairs,
through his living room, kitchen and into the garage. He then threw me on
the cement, a few feet away from an empty kennel. My body felt so small
suddenly against that cold ground. "If I were to use you in my bed, I
realize, it would send the wrong message." He started to get fully
undressed now, loosening his gorgeous tie. "Tell you what. Go lean over
that empty kennel." I immediately got up and bent over the small cage,
pressing my body against the cold metal through my thin garments. He came
up behind me and spat on my ass again. I grabbed ahold of the chainlink
when I heard his breathing. I shuddered as he ran his cock head over my
asscrack. "Why are you shivering, little girl?" He began to push his
cockhead against my asshole. "I asked you a question." I swallowed hard.
"I am cold, Sir." He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed the tip of his
prick harder against my pucker. "Is that all?" He asked through clenched
jaw. "No, Sir. I also shuddered because I'm anticipating assault." His
cock head entered me. "Yes, you are."
I felt a burning that I was certain was my ass cavity being torn to shreds.
My whimpers became yelps. He was grunting with pleasure. He wrapped his
hand around my mouth. "Fucking shut it, whore." I nodded and closed my
crying eyes. He began to fuck me faster, a grunt emitting from him
periodically. I struggled to keep my sobs silent as the pain enveloped my
whole being. Then I heard a deep growl begin in him. I felt his cock begin
to tremble as he clamped down hard on my hips, pushing me into what I could
only assume was going to become my cage. I was quite overwhelmed by the
sharp pain, and felt as though I might lose consciousness. He pushed his
weight into me and bit my shoulder, growling as his cock exploded. His hand
went from around my mouth to my scalp and he lifted me from the cage by a
fistful of hair. His cock still in me, he sat us on he floor. His hand
left my hair and he wrapped both arms around my tits, pressing my body to
his. Shaking in his strong arms I wondered if it was my blood or his come I
felt oozing from my ass. That is the last thing I remember before passing
out.
****
The garage door began to open. Golden light fell on grey cement, and I
realized that I was seeing this through a cage. This left me feeling
nothing, not shock, not horror, not shame, just the weight of my bones
against concrete. From behind his car I saw the flash and heard the click
of his shiny shoes He then appeared, his formidable figure casting a long
shadow over the floor of the garage, and extending even into my kennel and
over my exhausted body. He walked to the cage and opened the door. He
unzipped his fly and removed his cock. Wordlessly, he pissed into a dogfood
bowl and then nonchalantly returned his cock to his pants. He bent down and
stroked my face gently, smiling. He closed and locked the cage door,
putting the key in his pocket. He then got in his car and left for work,
closing the garage door behind him.
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Munro's Fuckblog Entry #1
After two emails we met in the park. I had responded to a craigslist ad
that had read simply "daddy lookin' for his little girl". As I read this
line over and over again involuntary (but nonetheless welcome) images
flooded my sick mind. I considered that the chances were about 50-50: he
was either an attractive older man dying to spoil and punish me, or a
serial rapist/murderer on the prowl.
I did not err on the side of caution. I contacted him and I recieved a
prompt reply.
I decided to take the risk and meet the stranger, but in a public setting
to be safe.
I decided to dig into the back of my dresser drawer for worn cotton
panties from middle school.
I decided that my hair in long pigtails was not trite and cliche, but
thrilling and kinky.
I decided on white thigh-high stockings and chunky yet flattering mary janes.
I decided to wear a tartan skirt - not plaid like any old school girl,
mind you, but TARTAN, the print of my own clan, just like my real daddy
would like.
I decided on a slightly conservative yet form fitting white button-up top
with a red cardigan.
On the day of the first meeting I found him seated at a picnic table,
slightly obscured by trees. He looked up as I approached, revealing wavy
grey hair and round glasses. "Are you the little girl I'm going to open
my wallet and heart to?"
"I want to drain your balls as much as I want to drain your bank account."
I replied. And then something wonderful happened: he stood up, walked
away from the table and slapped me across the face with his strong hand.
"Don't use such foul language with me, young lady." I felt my lips pucker
slightly as I tried not to cry. I had already disappointed him. Or had
I? He was smiling.
I crumpled against his broad chest and allowed him to experience my
smallness. He lifted my chin up with one crooked finger and suggested
with a grin that "we play on the swings". The sun was setting and the
park was vacated as he helped me up on to the seat. He stood in front of
me and pushed me gently, his hands on the swing on either sides of my
hips. After a little while of this I set my feet on the ground, stopping
the movement of the swing. I opened my legs wide and grabbed him by his
belt, pulling him toward me. Through his trousers and through my panties
I could feel his hard cock trobbing, the engorged head pushing
relentlessly into my clit. I unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.
He pulled back my pale yellow cotton panties and slid his cock into me,
still holding the swing. Above my head my hands clentched tightly the
chains of the swing. He began pushing the swing again, standing still,
fucking me in the public park. The swinging simulated thrusting, but he
drew it out slowly, allowing me to feel his impressive length repeatedly.
His cock was so thick - my pussy felt way, way underage.
I was starting to come when he pulled out, grabbed me by the pigtails and
took me back to the picnic table. He lifted me onto it by my hips and set
me down roughly. He climbed up onto the table and ordered me to get on my
hands and knees. From behind, he brought the head of his cock to my pussy
lips and pulled my pigtails, whispering in my ear as he bit it, "you have
been a naughty little whore.... Daddy is going to shove his fat cock in
your tiny cunt again but this time he's going to also fuck your tight
asshole with his big fingers." I moaned and said "Yes daddy" as he
entered me, hitting my upper wall hard with the head of his dick. Then,
with sincere pain I cried out when he stuck a surprising three fingers in
me. He wiggled his fingers and began to moan as he stroked his cock
through my cunt walls. I felt his cock get bigger as his grunts became
deeper and more desperate. I arched my back and his cock began to tap my
gspot. "Daddy, may I please come?" He pulled my pigtails hard with his
free hand and replied "Yes, come all over your Daddy's big cock!" As he
finished saying this I felt his orgasm begin to pour into me and the force
of it caused my own pleasure to spill over into mind-numbing waves of
warmth.
We collapsed on the picnic table, dusty lichen and pokey pine needles
sticking to our exhausted bodies. He kissed me on the neck and said,
"next week, Daddy will take you shopping first."
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