“Get those legs back like a good girl and present that pretty pink puss to daddy.”
Something about him calling my hairy hole a puss really sent me. Plenty of guys had called my hole a pussy and it always gave my submissive side a cheap thrill but puss, fuck that had me going.
“Yes Daddy,” I whimpered and quickly wiped my eyes as I leaned back, lifted my thighs, and spread them wide, arching as much as I could to get my spread ass in the air.
“Oh yeah, that’s it faggot. That is one hungry cunt, isn’t it,” he said in his deep husky voice, inching closer and smacked my spread-open crack with his wet dick.
“Oh fuck Yes, sir. Please fuck me.” I begged in a high whiney voice I didn’t even recognize.
He wiped the sweat and spit from my face with his thick, rough paw and rubbed it around my hole. I watched as a thick glob of saliva fell from his lips and then disappeared behind the stretched mound of fabric of my tented jockstrap. I felt it land directly on my puckered, hungry ring. He lined the tip of his cock against my entrance and my body shuddered.
I was nervous as fuck but willed my entrance to open as I took a deep breath.
“That’s it, relax.”
In one quick exhale of trembling breath from my parted lips, he had leaned up and forward, hooked my knees over his reddened muscular shoulders, and did not stop until his chest hovered over my face. By the time I realized what had happened, I was folded in half with a searing pain inside of me. He had forced himself almost fully inside me, forcing me open around his fat prick.
“Fuck!” I screamed out from the initial pain, grabbing onto his bugling biceps on either side of my face.
His girth and rigidness made it feel like he had torn me open like he was trying to split me in half. My hole clenched around him hoping to stop the intrusion from continuing but also, still loving how aggressive he was with me. Taking what he wanted. Reminding me he was in complete control.
“Shhh, daddy’s got you, baby,” he said in a deep whisper with no indication that he would retreat from his forceful intrusion. His arm snuck under my neck, cradling my head so my face was buried in the dense damp hair in his ripe pit, “Just breathe.”
I had no choice but to do what he said. I mean I knew I did and that was why I resisted resisting and inhaled the strong earthy odor of his sweat. Breathing it in until I felt my hole start to relax - his stink was working like poppers in my submissive, piggy, unhinged, uninhibited state.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled in my ear and sunk the last inch or two inside me until I felt his wild bush against my meaty cheeks.
“Fuck,” I groaned and whimpered into his pit.
I can’t say I was comfortable, his heavy body crushing mine, straining the muscles in my thighs, my nose bent against the hairy slick skin of his under arm and my hole stretched open around his girthy, rigid cock, but when he started rocking us back and forth, the pain started to subside and make way for pleasure.
“I know what you want slut,” he growled and finally released my neck as he sensed my body relax beneath him, "I know what my faggot needs."
He eases out and in a few times, every thrust easing the discomfort, allowing me to focus on the pleasure the friction of his shaft was creating against my prostate.
Slowly his strokes got longer, then, more forceful eliciting a garbled “fuck” from my throat.
He picked up speed, at first with short rapid pumps then as he lifted himself up and pushed my legs down till my knees were on either side of my head, he pulled out further and drove in deeper.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I grunted, looking up at him as his sweat rained down on me, dripping into my open mouth.
The mirrored lenses showed me how desperate and slutty I looked, which was really turning me on as much as the tastes and smells and what was happening physically.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whimpered, sounding like one of those twinky boys in porn that I always thought were doing it for the camera.
It was fucking wild. We were almost the same size, hell when he was on top of me I'm pretty sure I noticed I was broader than he was. But I felt like a waif under his control.
“I knew your faggot cunt could take it.”
He was slamming into me, grunting and groaning like a beast. Whales of mixed pleasure and pain escaped my mouth, sounds I had never made, ones I couldn't recognize.
Suddenly they were muffled. I didn’t see when it happened, probably because my eyes were either rolled to the back of my head or clenched shut but his rank jock was around my neck and the taste of sweat, stale piss, and dried cum spread across my tongue as he forced the thread-bare pouch in my gaping mouth.
“Nasty whore,” he grunted with a splatter of spit across my face followed by a harsh smack on both a face and ass cheek at the same time.
It was just getting better and better. Every nasty fantasy I’ve ever had, all coming together as I became a complete stranger’s slut.
Suddenly with him fully submerged within me, the pounding stops. Ripe sweat continued to rain down on me as he stayed frozen. I appreciated the few seconds of stillness but feared it was going to be over, assuming he was buried to the hilt about to unload.
Then in a surprisingly graceful motion for two burly men, we rolled over and I was on top, staring down into my reflection.
“Holy Fuck!” I cried out, letting his nasty pouch fall from my mouth as gravity pulled me down, forcing him even further inside me, hitting spots that were igniting my body throughout.
“Ride, slut,” he barked and slapped my face hard to accentuate the order before sliding his hand across my lips and forcing two of his calloused fingers inside, “Milk Daddy’s fuck stick like a good girl.”
This guy knew how to turn me into such a desperate slut and I loved every second of it.
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