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In regards to storytelling, one thing people seem very skeptical about is coincidences. You hear critical remarks like, 'Well, that was quite the coincidence,' or 'That was an unlikely coincidence'. But really, if you begin with taking nothing for granted, isn't it all a series of grand coincidences? Or maybe we ignore and dismiss any coincidence that is uninteresting or somehow difficult, and only consciously register what is of benefit to us. But it is of dire importance to keep your senses open, to not turn away from that strange coincidence that may only begin with the slightest hint, and grow into two souls living as one.
This particular story starts on the early evening of Halloween, just as the sun was disappearing below the horizon. I was living in an older part of town, on the top of a three-storey house that had been converted into individual apartments, with balconies and stairs on the front. I wanted to take out a bag of garbage and then retreat inside and get the lights down in front so I wouldn't be hassled by little trick-or-treaters searching out every available piece of candy.
So, dressed casually in baggy shorts and a plaid shirt, with a bag of garbage hanging from one hand I jogged down the steps, my head wrapped in various thoughts. Suddenly, I was pulled out of my own private world by a sound. A strange sound. Like sniffling, like crying. It was coming from a shape in a dark corner near the front door of another apartment.
I stopped dead on the stairs, unsure of what to do. I'm a fit young man, about six feet tall, so I wasn't worried too much about my own safety from what looked like a single slight shape wrapped in a coat. But I also didn't want to intrude on someone's private moment. Finally, I decided I couldn't just stand there on the stairs, and I'd of felt stupid retreating back to my apartment.
I stepped forward on the landing and spoke, "Uh, can I, uh...can I help you?"
The figure jumped a little, and then turned around. As soon as she turned and got out of her hunched posture, she became instantly familiar--it was Suzy. I could understand why I didn't recognize her before; she was wearing a big trench coat that rose high above her neck, and almost brushed the ground. And her long dark hair fell around her face. She saw me, then wiped her nose and sniffled.
"Oh, hey there," she said, "Sorry...I, uh...geez, didn't meet to bug anyone else." She sighed.
She didn't live here, but I saw her around occasionally as the girlfriend of Joe, the guy who lived in the apartment we were standing outside of.
I asked, "Are you, ah, waiting for Joe to let you in?"
She smirked. "That fucker threw me out." A stunned look must have crossed my face. "Yeah, he's got a Halloween party tonight, and so I show up, and...and..." she stopped speaking, shivered, tried to hold back tears. I put a hand on her trembling shoulder. After a moment, she continued, "I show him my costume, and he...he starts calling me all these things...weirdo, freak...cr-cr-creepy dyke bitch." A few new tears rolled down her cheeks.
I noticed more things about her; though her dark hair and pale complexion gave her a little bit of the goth look normally, tonight she was wearing a heavy amount of eye shadow and a deep red glossy lipstick. In the fading light, I noticed there seemed to be red and purple highlights in the hair that fell past her shoulders, and she wore soft satin gloves on her hands. The part of her boots that was visible was a shiny black patent leather with a thick platform heel. What else could she have been hiding under that trench coat?
"So then he asks me if I rented or bought all this," she continued, "and I say of course I bought it, you can't rent this shit, or if you can it's not like I want someone else's sweaty...anyway, then he goes all apeshit on me, when I have no fucking idea why, because it's my goddamn money anyway. Jesus Christ, and I was thinking we could get more intimate, and I mean being the horny bastard he is, the guy would like a little...but no!...fucking hell!...fucking shallow, dull, mindless piece of shit!"
She was gripping one of my arms, hard enough that it was causing me some discomfort. I had the impression soon she was about to start using her other hand to pound a fist into my chest, for emphasis. I became aware of the awkwardness of the situation, standing in front of this guy's door with his girlfriend ranting on him.
"Hey," I began, "Look, if it doesn't look like you'll go back in there to make up--"
"Fuck no!"
I wasn't quite sure what areas of Joe's mind Suzy was trying to expand, but I wasn't too surprised he didn't go for it. I never had a problem with him, but he was the sort of young male whose priorities seemed to be keeping his car shiny, staying clothed in official sports team merchandise, and endlessly blabbing to anyone about having figured out how the world 'really worked', and always having 'the angle' on everything. Every time I saw him and Suzy together, I got the impression she was dumbing herself down around him, letting him be the hero even when she had the better solution to a problem, and keeping a part of herself closed in and hidden away.
"Well look," I said, "Why don't you come up to my place and you can have a cup of coffee and wind down a bit?"
"Nah," she said, and shook her head vehemently. "I'm sure you've got plans and stuff..."
"No, not really. I was just going to spend the evening alone, maybe do some reading or watch a movie on TV. Look, I'm not saying you gotta spend the whole evening with me, but I think you could use a little time sitting down. And you can vent about whatever to me."
She smiled. "You definitely are a good listener. But nah, I can't impose, really..."
It was a bit out of character for me to be direct, but somewhere in me I knew if I wasn't the evening would be worse for both of us. I looked her in the eye. "Listen, you're telling me you'd rather...what, were you just going to drive home now?"
"I have to take the bus, actually..."
"So, you're telling me you'd rather take the bus, bumping along while still sniffling, and then spend the evening home alone, rather than come up, have a coffee with me, and pour out your troubles and talk it out? Is that what you're saying?" We looked at each other quietly for a moment, then we both smiled.
"Okay," she said.
I tossed the bag I was carrying into the garbage, and then followed her up the stairs. I guess I felt a little perverse about it, but I kept my eye glued to her butt as it waved in front of my face with her steps. I knew I was bringing her to my place for a bit of friendly conversation and comfort, but at the same time part of me recognized her as an attractive woman coming home with me. I was single and spent a lot of evenings home alone, not desperate but not completely pleased either, and I wasn't so harmless of a man that a bit of wishful sexual fantasy didn't play out in the back of my mind.
As soon as I let her in she headed off to the bathroom, "To straighten up my makeup." I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was a cozy apartment, not the newest or the largest around, but the rent was reasonable and I felt at home. The kitchen was an alcove off of the main room, from which you could also go to the bathroom and bedroom. I pulled the curtains and turned off the outside lights so that no trick-or-treaters would think of trying their luck here.
The coffee was ready when the bathroom door cracked open and Suzy said, "Hey, you want to see my Halloween costume?"
"Sure!" I called out.
Suzy opened the bathroom door fully and strutted out. Even if I had something to say at this moment I doubt if I could have spoken.
She'd tied her dark hair back in a ponytail that emerged from the top of the back of her head, and made a little arc as it hung (I could now clearly see that indeed it had red and purple highlights). The make-up on her face had been touched up and she looked very goth indeed, with striking darkness around the sockets of her eyes, and a glossy red lipstick that made her lips look puffed up and slippery wet. Tight around her neck was a thick leather collar with a metal loop in front, and more loosely around her neck hung a red ball-gag.
Suzy was only a few inches shorter than me, and having a bit of a thick-boned build that made for a whole lot of woman, even though she was obviously fit and active. A leather corset, with all manner of buckles and laces, was tight around her torso. Her breasts were held up by a bra that seemed almost of a piece with the corset, but could be removed while still leaving the corset in place. Her cleavage was a dark inviting valley, and the pale flesh of her breasts jiggled with every step. Her hands were in satin gloves, which extended tight on her skin up to her elbows. She wore leather bracelets around her wrists, which were affixed with loops and hooks. Salivating, I imagined they could easily be buckled together.
The platform boots I'd seen a glimpse of under her trench coat were now revealed in all their glory; large blocky platforms with a spiked heel that Suzy was doing an impressive job balancing on, with patent leather tops that went up to her knees. Even her boots had little bands and hooks that would let them be chained together, to hobble her. From her boot-tops the wavy pattern of her fishnet stockings stretched over her strong muscled thighs, before disappearing into the mystery that lay under a tight pair of patent leather shorts.
Seemingly frustrated by my lack of comment, Suzy turned around in front of me, slowly, giving me a delicious view of how those leather shorts hugged her big round ass, the cut of them high enough so that a generous amount of assflesh was visible to me. The material of shorts seemed to disappear into a very intimate crevice as it tapered down to the area between her legs.
"Hmph," she said, "No comment, huh? Geez, I might have to give up on men altogether."
"I--holy shit," I said. I have to say I had trouble bringing my eyes up to meet her gaze. "Um...might have been much for a Christmas party, though."
"Halloween."
"Huh?" I asked, blinking.
"It's Halloween. You said Christmas, silly. You seem a little distracted."
Distracted wasn't the word. My cock had sprung to life in my pants. I was sitting on a stool, on the living-room side of the kitchen counter. I put an arm over my crotch to hide the bulge as my cock struggled for room to get fully hard.
"Well, even though you're not saying anything, I'm guessing you kinda like it." She giggled, and walked closer to me. "Oh well, better than some treatment I've gotten lately." There was still some edge, a lot of anger in her voice, that showed itself again.
"I, uh," I struggled to make conversation. "Um, I guess those bands on your wrists can be locked together, huh?"
"Yup," she said, and held out her hands to me. We were now just the length of her arms away from each other. "Much more comfy than handcuffs."
"Well," I said, "It's not like you have to get the steel handcuffs. They have fur-lined handcuffs, leather handcuffs...all sorts of options."
"Oooh, so you know something about this, do you?" Her eyes were wide, glittering, as they looked into mine. I looked away for a moment, afraid to fall into their fire, but then looked back at her. What was there to be afraid of? We were in my space. If something happened that both of us wanted to happen, then it would. As I looked at her, I'm sure some of my wicked thoughts coming to the surface could not be hidden. "You'd have been ever so helpful in the store. Not like the shop-girl that tried to help me out. Little Avril Lavigne poser probably couldn't tell a ball-gag from a ball-sack."
"Fuck," I said, "Serving an ass like that, I'd get a little distracted myself."
She grinned and then spun around. Placing her feet apart and her hands on the back of the couch, she jiggled her butt at me while looking over her shoulder. "I always knew you liked my ass. Lots of men do, I see them eye me around town when I'm walking around in tight jeans or a skirt. Why the fuck did I end up with Joe, who seemed to think I was invisible until he wanted to get off? But I seen you, yeah I seen you look at my ass, even when Joe was around. That's not very nice, scoping out another guy's girlfriend like that. I'm beginning to think you're not a very nice man at all."
The mention of Joe brought a little bit of me back to why she had come up here in the first place. I said, "Um, so I thought you'd want to maybe have a coffee, and talk about...?"
"FUCK!" she yelled, and tensed up. A stressful sigh travelled between her teeth, and then she said, "That's the last thing I want to think about, the very last thing. I thought...I thought...I wanted him to..."
Suddenly she was on me, hugging against me, hot tears falling on my shoulder. I put one hand around her body, my other hand I used to cradle her head.
"You can't imagine the things he called me...freak..."
"It's okay," I said, "You're definitely not...you just can't expect everyone to appreciate...pearls before swine, you know? Some people are just...bah."
"I...I just wanted to give myself...-sob-...over, I thought maybe he'd show some love, if..."
The opportunity was here, not to just please myself, but to help her out too, I hoped. I took her delicate hands off of my body, and guided the wrists behind her back. The leather bracelets easily clicked together. She leaned against me still, her head on my shoulder. My cock hadn't subsided, and I'm sure she'd felt it when she hugged me.
"Is this what you wanted?" I asked softly. I ran my fingers up her back slowly, first against her corset, and then higher up, up her naked back and shoulders. "Controlled? Taken in hand?"
She pulled away from me a little, looked up at my face, and nodded. Something inside me felt weighed down when I looked at her sad and tearful face. I took her chin in my hand and brushed my fingers along her cheek.
"Do you want me to control you? Do you want to submit to me? To you want me to use you to satiate my desire?"
Now it was her turn to look at the floor. Her head nodded, then quietly she said: "Y-y-yes."
I guided her body down, until she was kneeling in front of me while I still leaned against the stool. I caressed the top of her head.
"We need a safeword," I said, "If we're going to go further." I paused. "Is 'apricot' okay?"
"Yes," she said, and smiled.
"You'll call me 'master', or 'sir'. So when you say that, say 'Yes, sir'."
"Yes, sir." she said.
I ran my hand over her face, over her eyelids and cheeks. I ran my index finger along her lips, then pushed in, past her teeth, and caressed her tongue. I pumped my finger in and out of her mouth. "Are you my little fucktoy?"
"Yess surgh," she said, her speech disrupted a little by my finger. I pulled it out.
"I'm going to blindfold you before we go any further," I said. I was breathing more deeply myself.
She gave a little shiver and looked up at me, wide-eyed. "Yes, sir."
I got a light scarf from the closet and tied it around her head, making sure her eyes were well covered. "Can you see anything?"
"No, sir."
I leaned in and spoke into her ear. "Now, you understand, if you can see, and you're lying to me, I'm going to find out about it. And when I find out about it, I'm going to be fucking angry, and I'm going to take it out on you. So my little bitch better not be lying to me. So, can you see anything?"
She gulped. "No, sir."
I knelt in front of Suzy, facing her. For a second I contemplated what a crazy situation this was, that less than an hour ago I was just heading out to get rid of my garbage, thinking of a way to fill up my time this evening, and now this hot young woman was kneeling in my living room, decked out in fetish wear, blindfolded, with her hands behind her back, waiting with breathless anticipation for me to use her.
"Would you like your master to kiss you?" I asked.
"Oh, yes! Yes, sir."
I leaned in and put my lips against hers. Immediately we opened our mouths and the kiss was hard and hot; lips bruising against teeth, tongues intertwining, saliva flowing back and forth and dripping down our chins. I wanted to take the lead but it was as much as I could do to keep up with the hot hungry need she showed in her kiss.
Finally I pulled back, and had to extend an arm to keep her upright or she would have tipped over searching for more of my mouth. We both breathed heavily. I stood up in front of her and quickly undid the front of my shorts.
"Your master's going to ask you now to use your mouth on something else...open wide." She opened her mouth. I gave her a little slap on the cheek and commanded, "Open wide and stick out your tongue or you're not getting any cock!"
She opened very wide then, and stuck out her tongue. A string of saliva dripped from the end.
I grabbed her forehead with one hand, and used the other to bring my hard throbbing cock to her mouth. Already a drop of precum had formed on the head.
I flicked my cock against her tongue, and then drew it away. "Unnngh!" she cried out hoarsely, in need. I flicked it against her tongue a few more times, teasing her, and then plunged it into the hot wet depths of her mouth.
Suzy gave me a hot, wet, and sloppy blowjob. On her knees with her hands behind her back her movement was limited, so I helped her out a bit, keeping her head in one hand and thrusting my hips a little.
"Oh fuck yes, that's it!" I growled. "Fucking take take it! That's what you're good for! Work those fucking cheeks! Suck it. Suck me. Take my fucking cock."
Her blindfolded head bobbed up and down on my cock with an animal need. I stopped her head with both hands and then held it steady and began thrusting my cock. I pulled it out until only the tip rested inside her mouth, her tongue flicking the head and inviting me back, and then I would push it in, deep and far into her accepting and willing mouth, as she gagged and gargled but did not struggle against me.
"Take that cock in your sweet mouth, yeah, yeah..." I pumped her quicker. Drool dripped off my shaft and balls, and down off her chin. "That's right, fucking hot and wet and sloppy. Fucking get my cock wet. You fucking like my cock banging your throat?"
"MMMM-HMMMM!!!" Sounded from deep in her, through her mouth and tongue and lips, and vibrated up and down my cock shaft. It was too much, I was going to blow before I'd planned.
I put my throbbing cock halfway into her mouth and held her head there with both my hands. I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth. My whole body shook as my cock shot load after load of hot sticky sperm into my slave's willing mouth.
She was still as I orgasmed, then as I stopped shooting her tongue began twirling and sucking on my ultra-sensitive cock, sucking down my sperm. I pulled my cock out.
"You hot fucking bitch," I said, "You made me cum when I was trying to hold it in!" I knelt down and kissed her. She jumped a little, then in half a second got into it. Her lips and cheeks were wet with saliva and traces of my cum, and there was still a taste of it inside her mouth as well. I put my arms around her and held her tight to me and shared a long hot kiss with my bound and blindfolded slave.
I untied her blindfold and tossed it away. "Did you like that?" I asked.
Wide-eyed, she nodded and grinned.
"C'mon up," I said, lifting her to her feet, "I'm going to return the favour."
I unbound her arms and led her to the kitchen. Her heels sounded loud on the linoleum floor. The ceiling here was paneled, I pushed a piece aside to see exposed pipes, as well as the joints and supports of the floor above. I took some loose rope and fastened a loop around one of the supports, so that the bottom of the loop of rope hung a little above my head. Then I raised Suzy's hands above her head and fastened them over the loop, locking them in place.
"Oooh..." she said. I stepped back and looked at her. Her legs straight and spread, she was trapped in place by the secured arms over her head.
I stepped up and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Then I adjusted the ball gag and put it against her lips. "Open." She did. I pushed it in and tightened it snug. Her eyes shifted side-to-side in a slight panic. I put my mouth over the ball gag, pressing my lips against hers, sucking it a little, getting her lips wet.
I moved down, kissing her body down her neck and upper chest. She trembled and moaned behind her gag. I undid her bra and tossed it away. Her large, heavy breasts fell loose and jiggled. After a moment they stilled, but still trembled with her breaths.
"Oh yeah," I said, "I love your fucking big tits!" I grabbed one in each hand and felt them, pressing and pulling. I sucked one tit, taking as much as I could into my mouth, and then switched to the other, and then back again. I nibbled and pulled at her nipples with my teeth.
Pulling away, I looked at her breasts. They hung in front of her invitingly, wet with my spit, marked red from my teeth and my sucking. I placed one in the palm of my hand, and brought down the other hand past it, flat-palmed: -Smack!-
She jumped. I did it again, and then again. Spanking her breast. I moved to her other breast and slapped it too: -smack!-smack!-smack!-
I leaned in close to her ear, smelling the scent of her hair and her perspiring skin. "I love you," I whispered. "I love your heart, but I love your body too. Your hot sexy fucking body. We're going to do some dirty things, but remember I care about you. I'm going to push you, but I'm going to be right there with you."
I looked in her eyes. They encouraged me to go on. I supposed that the ball-gag kind of made the safeword useless, but I could read her body, and she was asking me to continue. "Heh," I smirked, "I'd probably have trouble expressing myself like that if you weren't gagged."
I moved behind her and knelt down. Her big round ass was right in front of my face. I pressed my face against the warmth of her butt, against her leather-covered cheeks. Her body bucked and twitched against me.
I drew back and lightly spanked one asscheek, and then the other. And then I did it again: -spank!-spank!-
"Is this my ass, now?" I hit her a little harder: -Spank!-Spank!- "Do I control your ass? Do I own it?" -Spank!-Spank!- She gurgled against her ball-gag. "I fucking own it and I'm going to use it because it's mine." -SPANK!-SPANK!-
I tugged off her shorts, which wasn't easy as they were skin-tight. "Fuck, what are you hiding there under all that? What's your little treasure?" Under her shorts were the tops of her fishnets, and then g-string panties. I used my fingers to draw the string of her panties out of her ass-crack, and then I dove in with my tongue, licking up and down her crack and tonguing the crinkled pit of her asshole, moist with sweat. She bucked and moaned and went wild.
With both my hands I held her hips, pressing her butt against my face and eating out her asscrack. I'd lost my shorts somewhere along the way, and hanging freely between my legs, my cock was beginning to harden again.
I moved between her legs, to her front, and dove my tongue in between the fat lips of her pussy. Her pussy hair was trimmed, and her cunt was as wet as a swamp when I plunged my tongue in, so that immediately juices ran down my chin and cheeks. I licked her pussy lips up and down, plunging my tongue into her hole. I brought a hand up, using some fingers to flick her clit, and others to help me open her up.
She came, moaning and shuddering and squirting and rubbing her tangy, pungent pussy all over my face. I kept licking her, and almost as soon as she was coming down the bitch began rubbing against me again, pulling her body up by her arms to get a leg over my shoulder.
I let her do that, as I was now almost under her as well as between her legs, her boot banging against my back as she twisted above me. She was humping her twitching pussy all over my face, as I sucked and licked her, sometimes giving her a spank on her ass when she'd thrust against me a little to hard.
She came again, hot and wet, harder than before. I looked up at her face; it was all red and sweaty, and her eye shadow had begun to run down her cheeks. I was a little worried, and stood up and undid her ball-gag. She took deep, gasping breaths.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuu-uu-uuk," she gasped. My face and shirt were sloppy with girl-cum; I wasn't in the mood to idly receive compliments.
I spit on her face and then slapped her on the cheek. "That's SIR!"
"Sorry, sir. Fuck...uh, sir. That was good, sir. Very good, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Is that why you dressed up like that?" I asked. "Because you wanted to be used? Sexually? Like an object for pleasure?"
"Y-yes. Sir."
"And it didn't matter who it was that used you?"
"Oh, Y--...uh...um," she was struggling, and thought about it. "It...it does matter. I like you. Maybe more than anyone, though maybe that's a crazy thing to say right now. Um. This is better than anything I imagined. I...I like you." Then as an afterthought: "Sir. Master."
"You like me because I treat you like a slave?"
"Not only because of that, sir. Not only."
"Do you want me to fuck you with this cock?" I stroked my hard cock in front of her.
"Oh...oh yes! Please, sir!"
"Well...I'll do it when it pleases me." I said.
As her tired and used--but still excited--body hung there, I poured myself a cup of coffee and enjoyed it in front of her. She was obediently quiet. Then I walked off to the bathroom.
I was completely naked when I came out. She must have heard my footsteps behind her, but she still reacted with surprise when I put one hand on her shoulder, making her lean forward a little, and pressed my cock between her legs, against her hot pussy lips.
"Fuck yes, take my cock!" I slipped into her sweet pussy. There was some resistance as for a second she didn't register what was happening, but then she let her master's cock in between her soft caressing velvet lips.
I fucked her from behind, quickly working up to a nice pumping rhythm. One of my hands reached around to find her clit, playing with it idly, feeling the way it made her pussy spasm on my cock. My other hand wandered over her chest and face; sticking fingers into her mouth, mauling a breast, sometimes slapping a breast or her cheek. We both breathed heavily.
"Jesus Christ!" I snarled. "What are you fucking doing to me? I feel like I'm gonna cum again."
"You're gonna cum again? You're gonna cum in my hot wet pussy, sir?"
"Fucking shut-up!"
"Hot, wet pussy. Tight all yours. Fucking cum in it, fucking flood it with cum, sir."
"Fucking BITCH!" I growled and came, plunging deep into her and shooting off inside her, trembling against her, holding her to me, biting down on her neck, holding on, shaking.
*****
About an hour later I sat naked in the easy-chair in the living room, a blanket around my shoulders. Suzy knelt at my feet, her head on my knees. She'd stripped off everything, including the corset and the boots, and now only wore the collar around her neck. I caressed her head with one hand while smoking one of her cigarettes, and she held out an ashtray for me in one hand. Soft subtle classical music was playing on the stereo.
My eyes scanned over her body. As hot as her outfit had been, I thought she looked even better naked and natural. Inspired by my thoughts, my cock twitched.
Suzy must have seen it out of the corner of her eye. She turned to me and grinned, "Ready to go again?"
I smiled and shrugged, "I don't suppose I'd mind terribly."
"What is your command, oh master?"
I put out my cigarette and slid down in my seat. "Why don't you sit on my face?"
She moved her luscious behind over my head and brought it down to my face and mouth. I ate her pussy and then moved to her ass, licking and flicking at her butthole, finally pressing my tongue against it until she gave way and my tongue penetrated her ass.
"Ooo...ooo...oooh," she sighed. "I'm guessing maybe I'm not the only one who had a need that wasn't being filled. I'm guessing someone needed an eager little fuckslut for his personal toy. Er, sir."
I spanked her butt, "An eager little fuckslut that's about to take it up the ass?"
"Of course, master. What other kind of fuckslut is there?"
I stood up and positioned her kneeling on the seat of the easy chair, her face against the headrest. Squatting behind her, I spit on the head of my cock, which was almost fully hard, and rubbed it against her asshole.
"Oh yes, yes, sir," she sighed. "Take me, sir."
A wicked thought entered my head. "When I'm fucking your ass, you call me 'Daddy', got that?" I pressed my cock in, and my head popped into her asshole.
"Umf! Oh...okay...Daddy."
I pushed my cock further into her tight ass, between her sexy asscheeks. "Daddy's gonna fuck his little girl up the ass. He's going to stick his hard cock all the way up her sexy ass."
"Oh! Oh Daddy! If...if it's what you want, I'll give it to you. To my Daddy."
Her ass was so hot and tight around my cock. I humped hard against her butt, making her cheeks jiggle. I pressed my body down on hers and growled into her ear: "Daddy loves pumping his little girl's ass, Daddy loves fucking your nasty dirty shithole."
"Oooh....if that's what Daddy needs, ungh, Daddy can have it!"
We slipped into a different position. Suzy's knees were on the floor, her chest pressed down on the cushion. I was on top, holding her down, my hands pressing down her back, my cock pumping her ass slowly but steadily. Pressing into and opening up her tight passage.
"Daddy loves fucking his little girl's ass...ungh...just like this."
"Does Daddy want to keep his little girl?" she asked.
"Daddy loves his little girl. I want you to be my one and only. Does my little girl love her Daddy?"
"Oh yes! See, see how I'm letting Daddy up my butt, that's because I love you too!"
From that point we fucked without words, only with grunts and groans and sighs. I saw her hand sneak down between her legs to rub her pussy. I kept up my strokes in and out of her ass.
Suzy began to really writhe under me, and then I felt her ass clamp down on my cock as she came. This last pressure of hers was too much for me, and I came as well, shooting off shot after shot of my cum deep into her ass, into her hot depths.
We moved away from each other, then came back together, embracing each other's naked body, kissing without exchanging words.
Finally, I spoke, "Are you okay, Suzy?"
"Great. Just fantastic."
"Me too. Um do you want to take a shower? Or...I don't know, do you need to go? Or...or you we could stumble off to bed and get to sleep?"
"Mmm...I'd like that. Just to sleep in your arms."
"Let's go."
- THE END -
