Meeting Daddy Mike

Daddy Mike used to like to tell me what to do. At first, it was just him and I, and I really enjoyed doing whatever he told me to do. I would show up at his place where what he told me to wear and do what he told me to do.

Saturday morning was different- even though it started the same way… he hit me up for a booty call. Saturdays were play days, we both usually had off. We had often fantasized and role-played about him, offering me to someone else, but it was mostly just sexy talk. When I showed up at his house, and his buddy was there, I was caught off guard.

His old friend Steve just happened to be passing through town and was an aspiring photographer. On its face, it’s completely laughable, but I totally went with it cuz, well basically I was horny.

Daddy’s other surprise was making it snow- that and joint had me basically prancing around in my underwear. I was getting really excited by Steve’s involvement- I focused on Daddy Mike, but Steve was taking pictures all along the way.

Daddy Mike took control- made me dance for him, strip for him and beg him to use me, with Steve taking pics of all of it.

I have never felt more vulnerable, nor more sexy, Mike did his worst, and Steve got pictures of everything. He slapped me, made me choke on his dick. He turned me around, and had a blast smacking my ass. He made me his slutty bitch all while someone was taking pictures of it. I should’ve been ashamed, but I was so freaking turned on.

When Mike was done with me, we collapsed together on the couch. Steve sat across from us, basically panting. For my part, I thought the show was over, but I was a tad mistaken.

I was pretty used up, but Mike wasn’t done with the show. After a few minutes, he lovingly told me that it wasn’t nice to leave our guests in such a state. He smacked my ass, and pretty much shoved me at Steve. Before anyone could object, he grabbed Steve’s camera saying something about how hot this was

Not knowing what else to do, I basically did some kind of awkward stripper dance in front of Steve. I grabbed his hands and put them all over me. I told him I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to me.  I could hear my taking pictures in the background, and it just pushed me more. I straddle Steve and whispered into his ear that I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me

He grabbed me by the neck and forcefully, pulled my face towards his, and kissed me hard, deep and rough. And then one weird motion, he tossed me on the floor and shoved my face down into his crotch. He grabbed my hair and the back of my neck and shoved my face within an inch and told me to take his pants down. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and off. I rubbed his decent sized cock straining against his boxer briefs. I pulled those off too, and his 7”+ and thick cock hit me in the face. He reached down and smacked my face with it a bunch of times, calling me a dirty whore etc as he did.

As I was sucking him, he mumbled something about wishing I was cuffed, and Mike heard him. Steve was seated on the couch and I was on my knees in front of him. Mike came up behind me and before I could think about it much less object, he pulled my hands behind my back and put on a set of handcuffs. He smacked my ass a few times then went back to taking pics. This ENERGIZED Steve. I was no longer giving a BJ, I was getting my face totally fucked. I was in another world- I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it so I went with it. My cock was so hard - I was completely his to do whatever he wanted. Knowing my helplessness was not only being watched by someone else, knowing he was also taking pics was such a turn on.

I can feel him kind of starting to pulse in my mouth. He yanked it out saying he wasn’t ready to blow just yet. He yanked me up and shoved me face down onto the couch next to him. With my hands behind my back, there wasn’t much I could do to cushion or steady myself, it was really uncomfortable and I felt so sexy. The name calling intensified as he started smacking my ass. It really started to hurt, and I was worried about him getting carried away, but he stopped, grabbed some lube and started to re-loosen me up. “You ready to get fucked like the little bitch you are?” My face was wedged into the back of the couch so my muffled request for a condom wasn’t really effective.

I felt his hard cock at the edge of my hole, and then yelped in pleasure as he slowly entered. He was nice with those first two slow strokes, but then he got pretty relentless. After a bit, he sat back down on the couch and pulled me on top of him cowgirl. I couldn’t really ride him because of the cuffs, so he pulled me towards him, and basically jackhammered me from below. My dick was leaking all over the place! He didn’t last long- suddenly I felt him squeeze me harder, and get all tense and then I felt him coat my insides. Turns out I really love the feeling of cum inside me. I collapsed next to him on the couch, and he just basically lovingly petted me for a while, but didn’t uncuff me.

I was officially spent, but they just kept talking about how hot a fuck I was, and I just felt this warm glow all around me. They agreed they wanted to keep me handcuffed, but that it probably wasn’t fair so they settled on switching the cuffs to the front. I rejoined Mike on his couch, Steve started going through pics and we smoked a big joint. Steve seemed to really like the pics, and it was agreed that I would get copies too. We all did another line, and they both kept commenting on how red my ass was and it was true- I kept squirming in my seat trying to get comfortable. I really did have to get going, this was supposed to be a quickie after all, and they agreed, but with a condition. They wanted to watch me shower handcuffed. I was led to the shower, which was surprisingly big for the apartment, and did my best to put on a show. If you have ever tried to shower, handcuffed, you will know how hard it is to do that sexy. And I soaped up as best I could, and posed as best as I could. I rinsed off and after I dried off, I was let out of the handcuffs. Mike handed me back my clothes, but with one exception. Instead of the thong I had worn, I was given a pink pair of satiny women’s bikini panties. I slid them on and they insisted that I model them, which I tried my best to do. I put on the rest of my clothes and Mike walked me out. As we got to the door, he pulled me in clothes and kissed me long and deep. He told me how amazed he was that I was such a good boy, and that he really hoped that I would come back again. He told me that he put some weed and some Coke in my pocket for later.

I drove home in women’s panties wondering if two loads of cum were dripping out into them. Of course he was going to see me again.