“Come fuck me, Daddy,” I moan as my hips jerk into my hand. “Come fuck me, come give me your cum.”
“You want my cum?” he snarls, stepping closer to me, still furiously jacking off.
“Yes.”
“That’s it. You’re a little porn star now. You’ve got my cum inside of you.”
“Yeah, you came up my ass, Daddy. I want you to come in my pussy.”
“Slut.”
God, I’m driving him crazy.
“You did want to get fucked up the ass. You wanted to get kidnapped and used, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I wanted to be your little cum slave.” My fingers in my clit are the best fucking things I’ve ever felt.
I add another finger into my opening, wishing he was fucking me right then, thinking about him using me with his cock.
“Get me all dirty, Daddy.”
Then I’m hit in the face with a spray of hot white cum. It’s in my hair, dripping down my chin, all over my tits, dripping onto my pussy.
“Oh, Daddy!” I cry out as the most intense pleasure of my life hits me like a truck, and I’m coming, shuddering all over myhands as he continues to spurt cum all over my hair, my face, and my tits.
I’m on the floor, panting, dirty and filthy, but it feels so good, that orgasm.
“God, that would have felt even better with your cock inside of me,” I gasp, trying to get my breath back.
“You sound better than a porn star when you come.” His voice is rough with desire. For me!
“Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you like a dog.”
More of that musky olive oil drips on my ass, mixing with his cum. He takes my pussy first, his huge cock pistoning in me.
I want to touch myself, want my fingers on my clit so I can come again as he’s fucking me.
“You like that, fucking slut?”
I can’t help the noises coming out of me—the begging, pleading, pornographic noises—as that cock takes me.
He pulls out, making me squeal, then his cock fucks me deep in the ass, plunging all that cum, making my thighs messy with it.
“Make me come, Daddy,” I pant.
He reaches around and slaps my tit then grabs it, twisting my nipple. He grabs my jaw, twisting my head around so I can see him looking crazed in the beam of the flashlight discarded on the floor.
“I’m not going to make you come. You’re my sex toy. I’m not yours,” he hisses as he ruts into me. “I told you not to fuck with me.”
Now that he’s come in me, I know he’s close.
I want to come again. I rise up, grabbing hold of a shelf so I have some leverage to work my clit.
The shelf topples over, and I fall forward. Ingredients spill over the floor, bottles crashing around me. That cock is still claiming my ass.
He grabs my jaw, forcing his fingers into my mouth.
“I didn’t tell you you could come yet, did I?”
