Sunday night I was delighted to receive a text from one of my very favorite bulls. It had been a good few months since we’d connected and I had begun to worry that we had drifted out of each other’s spheres in the chaos of life. He had been so perfect for us in so many ways since meeting him last year. Consistent in his communications, clear in his desires, sexy and strong and experienced.
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So seeing “Daddy ?????????” pop up on my phone sent a thrill through my body. He was flying back to my city…and he was craving me. We text back and forth, detailing how badly we needed to reconnect, my begging him to come take me and use me in specific ways. Him reminding me how much he craves seeing me on my knees in front of him.
We coordinated schedules while I squirmed and got wet just thinking about all the incredible times we’d played before. Landing on a night and time he asked “will cucky be there? I love having him get me hard to fuck his wife.”
That’s when it flashed in my mind…let’s surprise him. I know my husband would be getting home late that night and I reveled in the idea of him coming home to see another car in our driveway. The sights and sounds of someone else in his house…in his bed…in his wife.
The night of our hookup came and I got ready, wearing a lacy thong under a tight pair of soft pants that clung to my curvy hips and round ass. A tank top that showed off my hard nipples as they poked into the soft fabric. My red curls down, and my cateye glasses on.
As soon as I opened the door to let in my tall, tan bull he had my pushed against a wall. Hands on my ass and lips covering my neck, making me shiver. He whispered in my ear how much he missed this and how much he needed me. I could feel him getting hard already as our lips met and his hands found my hair.
After kissing and moaning for what felt like 20 minutes, he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom saying “Come show me how much you missed me.” He slowly slipped my pants off, kissing my hips and as he did. And I undid his belt as he took off his shirt. His clothes were gone as I sunk to my knees in front of him. He cupped my chin and had me look up at him, blew me a kiss and guided my mouth to his waiting cock.
I started slowly, kissing him everywhere and licking up and down every throbbing inch. My wet mouth worked magic, giving my throat to him while he moaned and called my his good girl. He reached down and pulled my top off, letting his juices and my spit trail down my tits as I took him all. Watching his eyes roll back while he told me I was the best he’d ever had given me him perfect blowjobs. My pussy throbbed, slick and ready for him.
He grabbed my hair to pull me up, spit in my mouth and bent me over on the bed as he pulled my thong off. Leaning over me he asked, “How many others have used you like a whore since I’ve seen you?” “Three” I answered as my voice cracked. SMACK! His hands landed hard on my ass. SMACK! SMACK! “And were you a needy slut for them?” “Yes Daddy.” Five more quick spankings. “Did you squirt and cum for them?” “Yes Daddy.” He continued.
He continued to ask me questions as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit and turned my ass red. “Show me”, he purred “show me how much you need to be used.” And he thrust inside me, deep and hard. I screamed and felt a flood of juices escape around him and down my legs.
Then I was pushing back against him while his hands pushed my sides down and he growled out how I wasn’t allowed to cum but to not stop fucking him, take all of him. I was moaning and begging him to let me cum on him. He stopped me. Flipped me on my back, pinning my hands above my head. He told me to open my mouth, spit in my mouth and then starting pounding me hard.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I came for him over and over again. Screaming as orgasms rolled through my body and he called me his, his good girl, his married slut. Then he laid back and told me to suck my cum off his cock.
When I heard the door open…