For two weeks, the memory of that night consumed me. Mark and Larry had fucked me like no one else ever had, their bodies dominating mine in a haze of raw, unfiltered passion. I hadn’t touched porn since—why bother when the vivid recollection of their hands, their cocks, their relentless desire was enough to drive me wild? Every night, I’d ride my dildo, stroking myself to the thought of them owning me, their grunts echoing in my mind as I moaned their names.

Tonight, I was working late again, alone in the quiet office. My mind wandered, as it often did, to Mark. I could still feel the way he’d walked in that night, his presence filling the room as he took me without hesitation. My hand slipped beneath my desk, teasing my hardening cock through my pants as I imagined him fucking me, owning me, his deep voice growling my name. “Mark,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my cheeks flushed with heat.

The bell above the office door chimed, snapping me out of my daydream. My heart raced as I looked up—and there he was. Mark stood in the doorway, his broad frame towering, a handsome smile spreading across his rugged face. In his hand, a bouquet of flowers. My breath caught, and I bit my lower lip, a shy smile breaking through my surprise.

“Hey, Mark,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement as I stood from my chair. I ran to him, unable to hold back. He set the flowers on a nearby table, catching me as I leapt into his arms. His strong hands gripped my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. Our tongues danced, moans escaping us both as we pressed against each other, our hard cocks grinding through our clothes.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. My cheeks burned, a wide grin spreading across my face.

“Same, Mark,” I murmured back, my voice thick with desire.

He carried me to my desk, setting me down gently. My fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate to free him. His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his massive cock, already hard and throbbing. I spit on it, my hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slowly as his moans filled the air. The sound was intoxicating, fueling my need. I flipped us around, pushing him to sit on the desk as I dropped to my knees.

“God, I want this so bad,” I said, my voice dripping with lust. I pressed his cock against my face, marveling at its size, the length matching the side of my head. I started with his balls, sucking gently before dragging my tongue up his shaft, swirling around the tip. Mark groaned, his hand gripping the back of my head.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, shoving his cock deep into my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I took him eagerly, swallowing every inch. He pulled out, rubbing the head against my lips as I stuck out my tongue, savoring the taste of him.

“You’re so sexy,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Thanks,” I said with a coy smile, my heart racing.

“You wanna come back to my place this weekend? My wife’s out of town,” he said, his eyes dark with promise.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation, wrapping my lips around his cock again. He groaned, but pulled out, leaving me whimpering in protest.

“When we get home,” he promised, his voice firm.

“Yes, sir,” I said, my body buzzing with anticipation. He led me to his truck, his hand squeezing my ass as we walked. I giggled, climbing into the passenger seat. As we drove, I reached over, rubbing his cock through his pants. “I can’t believe what happened two weeks ago,” I said, my voice soft. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

“It was crazy,” Mark admitted, his eyes on the road. “I’m sorry if we were too rough. Larry got in my head, talking about… well, femboys, and how good they are. It’d been months since Susy and I…” He trailed off, glancing at me.

“And?” I teased, stroking him through his pants. “Was I a good fuck?”

“Babe,” he said, his voice low and serious, “that was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

I grinned, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. “Tell me what you liked most,” I said, leaning down to wrap my lips around the tip, sucking gently.

“Your intensity,” he groaned, his hand resting on my head as I took him deeper. “Fuck, it’s like you love it. Like this cock is all you want.”

I moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. We pulled into his garage, the door closing behind us. He broke our kiss, his eyes burning with desire. “Let’s go inside, hun.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice dripping with submission. His house was pristine, every surface spotless. He took my hand, leading me upstairs to his bedroom, a gesture that made my heart flutter. I turned to him, peeling off his shirt to reveal his sexy dad bod. My fingers traced down his chest, my voice barely a whisper. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

I pushed him onto the bed, stripping off my shirt as he watched, his hands roaming my body. He undid my pants, pulling them down to reveal my pink panties. His face hovered inches from my cock, his eyes meeting mine. “May I?” he asked, his voice husky.

“May you what?” I teased, my tone sweet and innocent.

“Can I suck your dick?” he asked, his eyes pleading.

“Absolutely, baby,” I said, my heart pounding. He pulled my panties aside, his lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as he bobbed his head, his tongue working me expertly.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I gasped. He pulled back, a grin on his face.

“Wow, that’s really nice,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

He pulled me onto his lap, our cocks rubbing together as we made out, the heat between us electric. He flipped me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head with one of his. With the other, he grabbed a rope, tying my wrists tightly. I looked up at him, helpless and horny, my body trembling with excitement. He ripped my panties off, lifting my legs to reveal the plug in my ass.

“Are you always plugged, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

“Mmm, yes, Daddy,” I replied, my cheeks flushing.

He pulled the plug out, placing it in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly as he lubed his hand, rubbing it over my hole. I moaned, the sensation overwhelming. He coated his cock with lube, pressing it against my entrance. “Tell Daddy how bad you want his cock,” he growled.

“God, Daddy, please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need your cock so bad. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.”

“Good boy,” he said, shoving his cock into me. I screamed as he stretched me, the pain and pleasure blending into something exquisite. He pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, deeper this time. Each pump was relentless, his cock filling me completely. His hand wrapped around my throat, the pressure just enough to make me dizzy with need. His other hand gripped my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Cum in me, Daddy,” I yelled, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. My body trembled, my cock leaking as the pressure built. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, my release exploding across my chest and stomach, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

Mark didn’t stop, his pace quickening. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. I felt his cock pulse, his cum flooding my insides, leaking out as he kept thrusting. He pulled out, untying my hands and shoving his cock into my mouth. I gagged at first, then eagerly cleaned him, savoring the taste. He slipped my plug back in, sealing his cum inside me.

We collapsed together, breathless and spent, our bodies tangled in the afterglow. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled, my heart full. “So are you, Daddy.”