I like it when Daddy loses control. He gets so worked up and can’t think of anything else but fucking me. Not just fucking me, but using me like a dirty little slut. We started playing these games a little after I turned 17. I’d been babysitting for him and his wife for almost a year and one night, instead of driving me home, he pulled into a parking lot at a local park and shut the engine off. It really wasn’t his fault that he lost control. I’d been a terrible tease the last few times I’d come over. Nothing overt. Nothing his wife could complain about. Just showing up after school in my uniform and, when she wasn’t in the room, showing him what I was wearing, or not wearing, under my skirt. It was driving him crazy.
Not that I ever went any further. I’d never let him touch me. Not until that one night when he pulled over where it wasn’t well-lit. I’d had cheer practice that day and was wearing my uniform and it was just too much for him, especially when I boldly rubbed his cock through his trousers while his wife was in the next room.
“I’m feeling very naughty, Daddy,” I purred. That was the first time I’d called him Daddy. He liked it, so I have ever since.
Since then, every time that Daddy drives me home, he finds somewhere secluded to pull off and makes me suck his cock. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He tells me. He makes me.
“Baby girl,” he says. That’s what he calls me when we’re alone. Not Katy. Almost never Katy. “Wrap your pretty lips around my cock. I need to fill your mouth with cum.”
Before he can even get the words out, he usually has his pants undone and his cock out. It’s a nice cock, too. Thick. Meaty. Big. Much bigger than I’m used to. Or had been used to before we started playing.
“Suck it,” he tells me, and grabs my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as he pulls and pushes, his cock slapping against my cheek until he can get it into my mouth. The first time, he didn’t last very long. I guess he’d been so pent up thinking about that moment that he couldn’t hold back. After that, though, he'd make it last, pushing my head down roughly until I’d choke on it. Sometimes he’d take control and just fuck my mouth relentlessly until he was blowing cum down my throat and into my belly. Using me like a cum dump. I’d get so turned on as I played with my bald pussy as he called me all sorts of names before filling me with his hot cum.
Sometimes he makes me do all the work, using my lips and tongue on him, coaxing him as he grows harder and harder. Licking him. Drooling all over his prick and balls. Swirling my tongue over his cockhead until he can’t take it anymore and cums in my mouth.
Once, I made a show of unbuttoning my blouse for him so he could see my little teenage titties. I was one of the smaller girls in my class. Petite. I think one of the things that Daddy liked best about me was that I looked younger than I really was. I liked to tease him about being a dirty old man, even though he was only in his 30s.
Once I’d had it unbuttoned, I let his cum run down my chin, onto my breasts. I hadn’t bothered with a bra that night and it got all over my hard pink nipples, making a mess. Smiling coquettishly, I buttoned my blouse up again and pretended like nothing had happened, my lips wet and glistening with his cum and my heart pounding against my ribs. When I got home, I ran up to my room and stripped, smearing his cum all over my pussy while I got myself off. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had.
I wanted more like that. I wanted to be dirty for him. I wanted him to push my limits. I wanted to push his limits. Two or three times a month, when he and his wife wanted to go out to dinner and a show without their child wasn’t enough. I wanted so much more.
On Fridays, his wife had meetings at the end of the day. He started leaving work a little early, giving him a couple of free hours to be with me. He started picking me up a couple of blocks away from my high school. It was too light out to park the car and get dirty, and he didn’t want to risk taking me to either of our houses, so he got creative.
I’d never been to a hotel that charged by the hour before. It was pretty obvious what it was being used for. It felt nasty. The first time we stayed there, I was wearing my high school uniform. Plaid skirt and matching blazer. White blouse and knee socks and black patent leather one-inch heels. That was it. I’d hadn’t bothered with a bra that day and I’d taken my panties off in the girls’ room before being picked up.
The guy at the desk gave me a good looking over as Daddy booked us a room for a couple of hours, unconsciously licking his lips. I am sure his thoughts were purely impure, and I found myself blushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
The room wasn’t much. #203 on the second floor. Daddy led me up the stairs by the hand, squeezing it comfortingly as he unlocked the door and ushered me in, locking it behind us as I glanced around the room. I could hear a faint noise coming from the room next to us. I imagined a couple going at it. If I could hear them, then they’d be able to hear us. I realized, my pussy clenching a little at the thought.
The faded wallpaper was pink, decorated with thin red stripes, and the carpet was wine-coloured. There was a single window with a heavy curtain matching the carpet drawn over it for privacy, making the room dark until Daddy flipped on the light switch. The bare bulb in the ceiling flickered, casting dim light over everything.
Against one wall, the wall I could hear people fucking through, there was a king-sized bed with a painting of a naked lady lying on a couch above it. On either side were a pair of cheap-looking nightstands with lamps. The bases were glass and the shades were discoloured.
A round table with two chairs was in one corner and a dresser with a television on it against the wall facing the foot of the bed. The closet didn’t have a door. Nor did the bathroom. I could see the plain white sink, toilet, and shower stall from where I stood. I wondered if there were towels and if so, if they’d been washed recently.
While the room wasn’t dirty, it looked… used. I wondered how long it had been since someone had fucked on the bed and if they’d changed the sheets after or just remade the bed. A part of me was hoping that it was the latter. It would be so dirty to be naked on a bed soiled with sweat and cum. I felt myself getting wet at the thought.
“What do you think, baby girl?”
“It’s kind of…” I searched for the perfect word, whispering it with a shy smile once I found it. “Seedy.”
Daddy squeezed my hand before letting go, his fingers trailing up my spine, only my blouse and my blazer between them and my naked flesh. I felt goosebumps all over and was a little surprised at how much I was trembling.
Somehow, I managed to stay perfectly still, my eyes closing as I concentrated on the sensations his touch was creating, aware that my breathing was becoming erratic.
“Feels nice?” he quipped with a soft chuckle.
“Yes,” I managed to whisper, taking a deep breath when his fingers glided over the nape of my neck, along the collar of my jacket, then beneath my honey coloured hair that I’d tied in a neat ponytail before going to school this morning.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me.”
He didn’t ask. He demanded, giving my ponytail a tug. It was a command which I obeyed without hesitation, looking up at his face, our gazes locking as I sank down to my knees, palms resting against his thighs as He unbuttoned his trousers and tugged his zipper down with sudden impatience, his cock eager to escape its confinement.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. I simply leaned forward and guided it to my lips, kissing it with a sort of reverence as I gazed upwards, watching his face as I ran my tongue over it, pressing the tip into his peehole.
“That’s it, baby girl. Make Daddy feel good.”
I answered wordlessly by parting my lips and letting him slide it over my tongue and into my mouth. By that time, I’d built up enough saliva to coat it in drool, some of which escaped my lips and ran down my chin.
He rewarded me with a hungry groan, placing his hands on my head as I sucked his cock like the dirty little slut he liked me to be.
“God, I can’t help myself with you,” he told me, his fingers tangling in my dirty blond hair, gripping it as he held my head in place and started shoving himself into my mouth until I was almost gagging, drool dripping from my chin onto my tits.
For a short while, the only sounds in the room were his moans and the squelch of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and, very faintly, the moans of our neighbors fucking on the other side of the wall.
He didn’t last long, not that time. Sometimes he managed to prolong it, but sometimes he was too turned on to care. This was one of those times. With a soft cry, he blew his load into my throat. I did my best to swallow it all down, gulping as my mouth was filled with his salty cum, panting for breath while his prick slowly shrank.
“You’re so good, baby girl. Fuck,” was all he could manage right away as he helped me up to my feet, stroking my hair slowly, the hint of a smile on his face as he regarded me with his deep brown eyes.
“I like being your slut,” I murmured a little bashfully, now that he was done. “I like taking care of your needs.”
Daddy reached out and grabbed my wrist. Gently at first, but then his fingers tightened almost painfully as he pulled me against him, his other hand gripping my ponytail again as he forced my chin up so he could look directly into my eyes.
“Don’t forget that, slut. It’s all about my needs.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I’d replied with a breathless giggle as he roughly pushed me down on the bed, his semi-erect cock still out, dripping with my drool and his cum.
Unable to help myself, I lay back against the headboard, propped up against a pillow. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the faint scent of cum and pussy, not all of it ours, imagining lying in someone else’s cum and sweat and fluids as Daddy fucked my pussy for the first time.
I watched, my breath quickening as he unbuttoned his shirt in front of me, revealing a smooth chest and broad shoulders. He tossed it on the dresser next to the TV, picking up the remote with his back turned to me. The TV suddenly came to life, a menu appearing offering a variety of porn channels. I watched, slowly unbuttoning my blouse as he impatiently scrolled through it, settling on a scene with a young girl in a cheerleading outfit about to get banged by jocks in a locker room. He turned the sound up, filling the room with the sound of cheap porn before turning his attention back to me, his gaze focusing on my exposed tits.
With a sultry smile, I sat up straight, presenting my perky tits and stiff nipples, cupping them in my hands as I playfully squeezed them, giggling as I watched his control begin to slip.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard,” I purred, bending my knees and spreading my legs so he could see my smooth pussy under my plaid skirt, as he finally lost control.
He wasn’t gentle. Not that first time. Not any of the other times he’d brought me to the hotel since. He mauled my tits, twisting my nipples until I let out a squeak of pain. I felt a hint of stubble against my cheek as he bruised my lips with savage kisses. I felt him fumbling for his cock, his trousers still on. And then he shoved it into my dripping wet pussy, forcing it all the way.
“I’m going to fuck my little girl like she deserves,” He growled, lost in the throes of lust as he assaulted my teenage cunt. Panting, I grabbed his shoulders and hung on as he rammed his drool-covered prick into me, bucking his hips as I lifted mine, desperate to feel him deep inside of me.
I wasn’t a virgin. I’d fucked several of the boys at school, but none of them had ever fucked me as hard and as furiously as Daddy did. Nor lasted as long. They’d left me unsatisfied, cumming too soon, much to my disappointment. Not Daddy. Daddy kept hammering at my pussy, talking dirty to me, covering my face with rough kisses as my pleasure built and built and built until…
Afterwards, we lay there, Daddy lying on top of me, his softening cock embedded in me, our mixed cum leaking onto the sheets, our bodies damp with sweat. His trousers were down around his thighs and my skirt was bunched up around my waist. My face was buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder, his heady scent all I could smell as I shifted under him, unable to keep from slowly rocking, my pussy still clenching as little aftershocks rolled through me.
“Still horny, baby girl?”
His voice was soft. He chuckled a little when I replied with a nod of my head. In the background, I could hear the sounds of a gangbang in progress on the TV.
“Yes, Daddy. Can we do that again?”
That got a genuine laugh out of him.
“Not enough time. I need to pick up the kid from daycare.”
I sighed, pouting a little, until he kissed me possessively. “Get your slutty little self dressed. I’ll drop you off near your house.”
“Will I see you again next Friday?” I cooed in my best little girl voice, widening my eyes while I chewed on my bottom lip, knowing it drove him mad.
He just growled, pulling out of me, his cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy.
“I want you to wear your cheerleading outfit for me, baby girl,” he murmured, kissing me forcefully as the girl on the TV climaxed loudly.
