I knew he was coming over, and I was desperate to dress up and degrade myself for his pleasure. I reached inside my dresser drawer for the sluttiest lingerie outfit I could find.

I picked out a pair of pink latex stockings, slowly rolling them around my fingers and sliding my toes inside. The sound of the latex material snapped loudly against my thighs, making me giggle.

I wanted to look as sexy as possible, fixing the garter belt and slipping the latex brassiere over my dainty shoulders, and reaching back to fasten them.

I forced my pathetic oversized clit inside a pink cock cage, locking it securely, my heart beating excitedly inside my chest.

I looked up into the mirror, a dirty grin piercing my lips as I carefully applied my foundation, followed by subtle makeup and eyeliner. Lastly, I lathered on some gloss to make my lips look wet and ready.

He would be here soon. I fixed my brunette wig in pigtails, then slipped my feet inside a ridiculously tall pair of pink stiletto heels. “So sexy for daddy,” I mouthed to myself in the mirror.

The door knocked loudly, making me jump, adrenaline coursing through my whole body. Confidently, I strutted across the room, my hips swaying, my heart beating, and anxiously opened it.

His eyes grew large, and his pupils dilated at the sight of his property standing seductively in the doorway, my hand on one hip, my eyes staring up at him flirtatiously.

“Haay Daddy!” I waved joyfully, batting my eyelashes at him. He pushed through the doorway, slamming it closed behind him. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing a handful of ass.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth. His grip tightened, and I could feel his cock stiffening inside his pants. No time for words, as he ran his hands over my tight butt, squeezing it tightly.

He pulled back, leaving me breathless. “Hello, baby girl, are you ready for me?”

I sank before him, my mouth agape, looking up lustfully, my tongue resting on my lower lip. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his pants and whipped out his hard cock.

His cock was old, a little shriveled but hard, and his chubby belly made it look smaller than it actually was. But I didn’t care. I wanted to be degraded, and in that moment, letting him slide his old, worthless cock inside my mouth was all I wanted.

He began to groan as I wrapped my fingers around his balls, taking his shaft and sucking the tip, then slowly taking his whole cock deep in my throat. I could feel my clitty pulsing in the cage, the pink latex tightening around my skin as I sucked his cock desperately, covering him in drool.

His hands wrapped around my head, pulling me in closer. He thrust his cock into my mouth, his large belly pressing into my face and suffocating me.

His cock tasted salty with a faint but subtle musk. How degrading, I thought, deepthroating his cock and choking on it, saliva dribbling down my chin.

I closed my eyes, picturing myself in the sexy lingerie, pigtails and high heels, on my knees, satisfying a man as my pathetic clitty bulged in its pink cage.

The satisfaction of pleasing him drove me deeper. After pulling back for a fast gulp of oxygen, I then sank back down on his throbbing cock. Clutching his balls in my hand, and squeezing gently, I bobbed my head repeatedly.

Again, I pulled back, taking a deep breath, and bent back down, resting his balls on my lips, running my tongue along them and taking one into my dripping wet mouth.

“Yes, Daddy, you taste so good,” I murmured, vibrating my voice on his testicles. His body shuddered briefly, and he let out a long groan.

“I want you, babygirl,” he explained, pulling off his pants and shoes, lifting his shirt off to reveal his bare-naked body. His cock was rock hard, and I was eager to feel him inside me.

We moved over to the couch, and he sat down, his cock firmly to attention, his eyes fixated on my body.

I unwrapped a condom over the head of his cock, using my lips to roll it down his shaft, looking up at him as I sucked it into place.

Then I applied a generous amount of lube over his cock, gently smearing the remainder over my boy pussy and sliding a finger inside to help loosen up for him.

His eyes were wild with lust. Slowly, I pulled down my panties, trying to kick them off, watching as they clung to a strap on my high-heels and dangled from my ankle.

He lowered me down backwards, holding onto the underneath of my thighs, so I could see myself in the mirror on the wall.

He was searching for my aching hole, finding it quickly, slowly pressing me down onto the head of his cock. A quiet girlish shriek left my lips.

Then, he was inside me. My body instinctively relaxed, with my ass resting on his lap and slowly beginning to gently ride his old man’s cock. Like a slutty whore, I bounced slowly on his lap, hearing his groans grow louder as the couch creaked below us.

His hands wrapped around my waist, clutching my garter belt and helping pull me down with momentum as I rode him faster.

I felt so worthless, so degraded, and I loved it, staring at my reflection in the mirror, watching his cock enter me from behind.

The sex was intoxicating, and incredibly feminizing, watching this old man take me like this. Perhaps it was the contrast of his aged male, out-of-shape body writhing against my own slender, feminine frame that made my clitty leak with excitement.

I continued to ride his cock, lifting my hips and bouncing my ass back down onto him, building up the momentum. My pigtails swished across my back, making me feel ever more girly with every pump. I rode him like a cowgirl on an untamed stallion.

He ran his hands down my stockings, grabbing my thighs and grunting with every thrust, mumbling incoherently, the occasional audible curse word leaving his mouth.

After several minutes, I lifted myself up, letting his cock slide out my ass and hang in the air. He looked up at me with wild eyes.

“I want you to fuck me from behind, Daddy,” I pleaded, bending down and arching my back in the air.

He shifted his position, kneeling between my legs, slapping my ass with one hand as he held his chubby cock with the other, guiding it back inside me. I yelped as he entered. I collapsed down onto the sofa face down into the cushion, moaning loudly.  

He thrust his cock all the way back inside, balls deep, grunting and slamming his fat belly against my back. This was the moment I lusted for, being taken like this, used like a little fuck toy for his pleasure.

I begged him to fuck me harder, arching back and pushing my hips into him, precome trickling out my cage, my clitty flapping between my legs.

“Talk dirty to me, Daddy,” I begged, pushing back and slamming my ass against his hips, letting his cock slide inside my pulsating, eager boy pussy.

“You love Daddy's dick, don’t you? Are you a slutty little whore for Daddy's big fat cock?”  

“Yes, Daddy,” I screamed back. My clitty oozed with admiration, salivating over the cage as I moaned pathetically for his cock. My body shuddered under his weight.

He clenched behind me, gripping my ass cheeks and burying his manhood deeper inside as he grunted. “Take Daddy’s dick, baby girl.”

I looked back over my shoulder, lifting up onto my toes, then slammed my ass back down on his cock, biting my lip, then letting out a feeble whimper.

My clitty cage rattled with my flaccid clitty trapped inside, flapping between my legs as I took his cock. My moans echoed around the room.

I was in bliss, closing my eyes and biting down on my lip hard. My body trembled and my clitty leaked as I screamed for his cock. Gasping for air, I screamed into the sofa cushions.

My prostate pulsed against his hard cock, and I could feel a sissygasm building. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.

Begging him to degrade me some more, I moaned while he whispered naughty words in my ear.

“You’re such a nasty girl, such a dirty little slut. Taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned, holding onto the feeling for as long as possible.

He knew how to handle the situation, slowing things down and repositioning me on the couch. I lay back, letting him lift my thighs up in the air and place them over his shoulders,

My body shook when his cock slid back inside abruptly, penetrating my cavity and making me cry out faintly. I closed my eyes tightly, picturing the moment, entering a state of gentle hypnosis while he pumped away at me selfishly.  

He picked up the pace, jolting my body as he thrust inside faster, lifting my legs up higher, my heels clicking together behind his head. Deeper he pressed down into the springs, burying his cock, while the sofa creaked beneath our weight.

I could feel beads of sweat dripping from his chest, a droplet touching my cheek, making me turn away and continue watching myself getting fucked in the mirror.

This was the degradation I’d fantasized about. Letting this old, fat man use me like a dirty little horny slut. My moans grew louder. I whimpered girlishly as he fucked me.

He yanked my panties off my ankles and stuffed them into my mouth, suppressing my moans. Quickly, he lifted my heels up to get a better angle before pushing my legs back down over my shoulders and slamming his cock in all the way.

My muffled screams vibrated inside me. His heavy frame was pressing down and making me feel all weak and submissive. He knew I liked it this way. Debilitating and rough.

Several more hard thrusts ensued, and before long he was panting heavily, gasping for breath. He let go of my legs and let them fall naturally beside his hips.

I sat back up and leaned forward, hearing the sloppy sound of his cock slipping out of me, his breath slowing down gradually. I needed to taste him. Sinking back down and sliding my lips over his cock, I flipped my tongue against his shaft.

Slowly, I slid my ring finger into his ass, massaging his prostate; my head bobbed on his cock while I stroked eagerly with my other hand. His groans bellowed around the room.

“I’m gonna come!” he yelled out suddenly, his balls clenching, a clear signal for me to press my finger deep against his prostate and make him fill the condom with his sticky load as he emptied himself. After a few more thrusts, he fell back, his cock twitching as the last few drops squirted from the tip.

He lay there for a few moments until his panting subsided. “Good girl,” he remarked. Slowly, he helped us both up as we rose from the couch.

He knew I didn’t like this part. The moment after coming, he let me sneak away and tiptoe off to the bathroom to be alone.

I began cleaning myself up, and I could hear him getting dressed in the other room. I didn't want any further interaction, and he knew it, quietly exiting and letting himself out of the apartment.

Once I was sure he had left, I teetered back into the living room, noticing the wet patches on the sofa and grabbing a damp cloth to wash up the mess. While cleaning up, I spotted the used condom draped across the floor, still filled with some of his come.

I felt dirty, but slowly reached down and held it delicately between my fingers. A naughty thought crossed my mind. Carefully holding it up with one finger above my lips, I opened my mouth and let the come trickle out onto my tongue.

“You filthy little slut,” I thought, tasting his essence and swallowing the remnants of our fuck session.

I fell back against the edge of the sofa, my stocking-clad legs crossed, kneeling on the floor in front of the mirror and looking up at my reflection.

There was no mistaking it. I loved being degraded by Daddy’s dick!