Daddy's Boy
I hear the car pull into the driveway and hurry to finish scrubbing and drying the kitchen floor, dumping the water and rinsing the pail before tucking it into the closet. The front door opens and I am in my place, Daddy's black leather boots stomping the road dust onto the rug. The closet door opens and closes and Daddy's boots stroll past me, so I turn quickly to follow them into the kitchen, stopping and creeping off to the side while Daddy opens the refrigerator for a drink. Walking past me again, He returns to the living room, sighing as he flips open His newspaper and props his feet up on the ottoman as I follow. I obediently greet my Daddy, licking His boots passionately to show Him my worship and gratitude, cleaning His boots with my tongue because they are Daddy's boots, and they deserve my worship. Daddy likes His boots to be clean.
As I am licking the sole Daddy kicks them off, pushing my head away as they drop with a clunk onto the floor. I hurriedly gather them to grasp the cuffs between my teeth, the warm aroma of leather and sweat tingling in my nostrils and causing my cock to begin to swell. Crawling to the bedroom, I put them neatly beside the others in His closet, then return to beg for more of Daddy's attention, kissing the soles of His stockinged feet and tonguing His big toe through the sweat moistened cotton. The smell of warm leather lingers here, too, and I yearn to lick it from Daddy's bare feet.
"Yes, you can take them off," I hear His voice from behind the newspaper. I pull His socks off carefully, tucking them into my mouth to discard them in the hamper as quickly as I can, then press my tongue against the warm, soft sole of his foot. I am so grateful that Daddy allows me to lick His feet and suck His toes that my slave cock hardens and my naked little white slave ass swivels in the air. I lick with firm licks, massaging Daddy's feet with my tongue and my lips, trying my very best to please Him and making certain that I clean the dirt and sweat from every last inch. I want to show Daddy what a good little slave bitch I am, and how grateful I am that Daddy made me so.
Folding the newspaper aside, Daddy stands to stretch, then unzips his pants because He has to pee, flipping His beautiful cock out between His finger and His thumb. My gaze is focused on the big, pink head of His cock as I open my mouth beneath it, tongue out it anticipation. The first topaz colored drop appears and I wrap my lips around the hot jet of His stream, drinking it eagerly. I can hear Him groan with relief, and am so happy that Daddy feels better now as he squeezes out the last few drops, shaking His cock dry onto my face. I begin to scramble out of His way, but He leaves His cock hanging out, allowing me to kiss and lick the head of it to show my gratitude for being its urinal.
"Work."
Now I scramble back so Daddy is free to move as He pleases, then crawl away to continue my chores, bringing out an old toothbrush and a rag to scrub Daddy's toilet with, sticking my head in the bowl so that I don't miss any dirt that might be under the rim. Daddy should never have to shit on a dirty toilet. I inspect the rest of the room carefully, making sure it's spotless, then crawl into the tub to scrub that as well. Daddy will want a bath or a shower later.
I am just putting things away when I hear His whistle. Happy to be summoned, I crawl quickly to his feet beneath the kitchen table. Though I know that Daddy has put food in my dish, that isn't important. I will eat when Daddy tells me to eat. Right now I only want to please my Daddy, and kiss His feet to show my eagerness to serve Him.
"Dish."
I am disappointed that Daddy wants nothing from me, but grateful too that I am allowed to eat, and lick my bowl clean to show Daddy how much I appreciate everything He gives me. Daddy has decided that water is enough for me today, so I crawl to Daddy's toilet to drink, alert for Daddy to call me again. I am always so honored to drink from the toilet that Daddy shits and pees in.
Crawling back to wait at Daddy's feet for His command, I sit back on my feet and cross my arms behind my back, spreading my knees apart so Daddy can see all of His slave if He chooses to look. I can hear him above me, but keep my gaze on the floor.
The chair slides back and he stands, and I feel the gentle caress of his hand on my head. Immediately my cock begins to swell as I am filled warmth and gratitude for Daddy's praise. I want to kiss His feet to thank Him, but He strolls away.
Knowing my duty to Him, I immediately clear off the table, washing and drying the dishes and table and counter, and putting everything away. Done with my chore, I go to kneel by His chair. I do not know where Daddy has gone, but that is none of my business, as long as I hear Him if He whistles. I can hear the shower running and I settle into my place, impatient for Daddy to call me. Hearing His whistle, I crawl quickly to the bathroom and spread out the towel for Him to step out on, then fold it over is feet to dry them. With another towel, I dry Daddy's hair, then work my way quickly but thoroughly back down to His feet, kissing them when I am finished. Daddy steps away and I fold both towels to hang neatly on the shower door until dry, then wait in the corner until Daddy is finished. He goes to His bedroom, so I return to my place by His chair to wait.
Coming back, He sits and snaps His fingers, and I look up to see His hand cupped palm up above me. I quickly scramble to my feet, spreading my legs to lay my balls in His hand. Though my head is down, I can see that Daddy is reading as He strokes my hairless balls idly, my little slave cock getting hard above His fingers.
"Beer," He says as He turns the page, and I hasten to obey, prancing to the kitchen and returning with it opened for Him. He takes it from me and drinks, and I go to my knees to kiss His feet, but Daddy snaps His fingers again so I quickly return to my place over His hand. Daddy's hand slides into the crack of my ass as He pushes His finger up into the hole. It is clean and slippery with lube as Daddy expects it to be. Daddy likes to take His time when He is playing with His whore, and pauses to flip pages in His book now and again as he slips two, then three, then four fingers into my asshole, sliding them in and out and kneading the muscles around it.
"Trainer."
I leap away and run to "The Room," returning promptly with the item, happy that Daddy is in a playful mood. Just His glance gives His command, and I turn to drop onto my hands and knees, my back arched and my ass pointing up toward Him. He slides His big, black dildo up into my asshole and I kiss the floor, murmuring "Thank you Daddy" into the carpet.
"Are you a lucky bitch?"
"Oh, yes Daddy," I sigh heavily as I push myself harder onto Daddy's dildo.
"Why?"
"I'm lucky that Daddy plays with His little slave whore, Daddy."
"Do you like Daddy's dildo up your ass?"
"Oh, yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy."
"I think you should show Daddy's dildo how much you appreciate it."
"Oh, yes Daddy." I turn to kiss and lick the dildo, my empty ass still squirming. I am Daddy's slave whore. Everything that Daddy owns deserves my worship, and Daddy owns everything, including me.
Daddy drops it on the floor, and I continue to lick it, showing it my appreciation for fucking me. I hear Daddy move away, but I am still worshipping the dildo when He returns.
"Stand."
Grabbing my wrists, Daddy ties them to the beam overhead, pulling until I am almost off my feet. Then Daddy puts the Impaler up my ass and spreads my legs to lock them onto the spreader bar facing His chair. While I hang there, Daddy goes to make popcorn, then sits back down to watch some television. When a commercial comes on He reaches out to fondle me, then gets up to get Himself another drink, sitting back down just as His show comes back on. Now and again Daddy scratches His nuts or plays with mine , or slides His finger up my asshole alongside the Impaler. I am so happy that Daddy is paying attention to me, and even happier when Daddy lets me down so that I can be His urinal again when His movie is finished.
Daddy says to put all of His toys away then come suck His cock. Crawling between His legs, I reverently stick out my tongue to lick the base of His balls, moaning passionately as the aroma of Daddy's sweaty crotch fills my nostrils. My cock is hard, and I can barely contain myself as I run my tongue along the crease between His sac and His thigh, trailing up to cup Daddy's cock with my tongue as I draw back to swallow the thick, swollen head. I am such a lucky little bitch to have Daddy's cock in my mouth. I know Daddy is watching and hope that Daddy can see how happy and honored His little cunt is to be able to worship Daddy's cock.
As I lick the sweat from Daddy's hairy balls, Daddy returns to reading His book, allowing His slave to continue to please Him. My mouth is Daddy's pussy too, and Daddy's cock deserves to bury itself deep into Daddy's pussy, and for Daddy to have His pussy stroke and suck and lick Daddy's wonderful cock.
"Room," I hear Daddy say, and I reluctantly back out of His crotch.
"May I go pee first Daddy?" I beg.
He nods, and I go down to the basement to relieve myself on the old toilet. I keep this toilet clean too, though not as clean as Daddy's. The floor is just concrete, and there are no walls around the toilet. Hurrying back, I crawl into "The Room" to kiss Daddy's feet. Daddy selects several items, then sends me to the living room to put them onto the coffee table, telling me to come back for the bench. He points to an open spot between the couch and the chair, and I set the bench down, climbing onto it at His command, my knees resting on the pads below and my chest and stomach stretched across the top. Using the leather bands, Daddy locks my wrists and ankles to the frame and ties down my midsection with a length of rope. Then Daddy puts the ball gag in my mouth and locks it behind my head, sliding the big, black butt plug into His fuck hole. Daddy has someplace to go, and wants His slave to stay put.
I start to miss Daddy as soon as He leaves, and can't wait to thank Him for treating His little slave boy so well, and for giving me so much of His attention. All I want to do is please my Daddy, and worship Him as He deserves, kissing Daddy's feet, kissing Daddy's asshole, licking Daddy's armpits and balls and nipples and sucking Daddy's cock, sucking Daddy's fingers and Daddy's toes. Sometimes Daddy kisses me, and I almost cry at how loved I feel. I am so lucky to be Daddy's property, so lucky to be His little slave bitch.
At last Daddy returns. I try not to squirm, try not to make a sound. Daddy will think of me when He wants to, and it's not my place to distract Him. I can't contain myself when I feel Daddy's hand on the back of my head, however, and start to squirm and moan in appreciation for Daddy's acknowledgement.
"Shhh," He reprimands me, taking out the ball gag and putting his cock in my mouth to pee. I whimper a moment at His reprimand, then quietly drink, so happy to be allowed to have Daddy's cock in my mouth. When Daddy is done, the ball gag goes back in, and I hang my head for disappointing my Daddy, doing my best now to stay as silent and still as possible.
I can't help but yelp around the gag, though, when Daddy's whip cracks unexpectedly across my ass. I do not question it, or try to pull away, but push my ass up to receive another blow. Daddy has the right to whip me any time He likes, and the reason why is none of my business. I am only thankful that it pleases Daddy to do so, and hope that it isn't because I have disappointed Him. I don't ever want to disappoint my Daddy.
Daddy must have wanted to see me struggle and cry, because he whipped me so long and hard that I couldn't help but doing both. When Daddy unlocked me and let me down, I was so grateful that I cried and slobbered all over Daddy's feet, begging Him to let me thank Him for pleasing Himself. He stepped my head the floor, and I licked and worshipped the carpet on which He stood.
"Stand."
I sprung to my feet, trembling with gratitude, my arms behind my back and tears still running down my face.
"Daddy bought some new panties for His whore."
I smiled, my ass squirming. "Thank you Daddy."
"Put them on."
They were made of black lace, skimpy, and crotchless so that Daddy could still fondle my cock and balls, with a little pink heart in the `V' of the low cut waist, the scratchy lace sending sparks across my red, tender ass.
"There. Now you're my pretty little whore," Daddy said, stepping up so close to me I could feel His warmth and smell His manly aroma, reaching between my les to twist the butt plug in His pussy. I pressed myself against Him, hoping to be allowed to touch Him and waiting a second for Daddy's reprimand. Daddy pulled me tighter, though, so I buried my face against His chest, my tongue searching through His shirt to worship His nipple, my hands eager to caress Daddy's manly body. Hooking the loop of my collar and nudging up my chin, Daddy kissed me passionately, lifting me up to meet His lips by the butt plug. I felt so loved that I melted against Him.
"Oh, thank you Daddy," I thought, "thank you for using your whore Daddy." I was so grateful. I wanted so badly to show Daddy how grateful I was by sliding His pussy down around His cock.
"Take that out, wash it, and put it away."
I obediently scampered away to obey, feeling the panties swishing back and forth across my ass cheeks. When I returned, Daddy was sitting back naked in His chair, His hand cupped and waiting to inspect His pussy.
"Yeah. Loose and slippery and waiting for Daddy's cock."
"Oh, yes Daddy!" I wanted Daddy to enjoy His whore so much.
"Crawl up here," Daddy patted His lap.
I timidly crawled onto the chair, straddling Daddy's legs and nestling the crack of His pussy onto His cock. Hands behind His head, Daddy leaned back and closed His eyes.
"Do you love your Daddy?"
"Oh, YES Daddy!" I whimpered, pressing myself into Him, eager to show how much I worshipped Him, how honored His little bitch was to be allowed to lick His armpits and kiss His chest and feel His cock pressed against His pussy. I wanted Daddy to feel good, to feel His power and His manliness and His ownership of His little slave bitch, and tried to kiss and caress my Daddy everywhere at once. I wanted to kiss Daddy's feet and lick Daddy's thighs and suck Daddy's cock and lick Daddy's balls and kiss Daddy's belly and tongue Daddy's nipples and kiss Daddy's chest and lick Daddy's armpits and nibble Daddy's ear and lick Daddy's whiskery chin and tongue Daddy's asshole and suck Daddy's fingers all at the same time.
Reaching down, Daddy slipped His cock into His pussy and I moaned with even more gratitude. I was so lucky to be Daddy's whore, to be fucked by Daddy's beautiful cock. I spread Daddy's pussy and pushed down onto Daddy's cock, trying to please it even more as Daddy thrust slowly in and out.
Pulling His cock out, Daddy grabbed my head and pushed me down to kneel back on the floor and pushing my face into His crotch. I immediately swallowed Daddy's big cock, licking and sucking and moaning with gratitude for being fucked by it.
"That's right, show Daddy what a grateful little fuck hole you are, and how lucky you are that I even let you be my little slave bitch."
"Oh, yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy," I thought, wishing I had the words to express just how deeply I loved and worshipped and adored my Daddy.
"Bench."
I crawled happily back onto the bench, squirming with anticipation at the honor of being fucked by Daddy some more. I was so happy for Daddy; so happy that He had a little cunt to fuck and a slave bitch to own and use as He pleased. Daddy deserved to have His grateful little slave bitch.
Daddy's pussy puckered and gaped, hungry for Daddy's big cock, but Daddy just left me locked there. Daddy would use His slave whore when Daddy wanted to.
And that made me happy too. Daddy had taught me that I was nothing, and the only value I had was as Daddy's property, and that I was lucky that Daddy chose to own me. I'm not worthy of Daddy's attention, and I am always so grateful when Daddy uses me. I am so proud to be allowed to clean Daddy's toilet and make Daddy's bed and scrub Daddy's floors and wash Daddy's dishes and Daddy's clothes. I love to please my Daddy and do everything He tells me to.
Daddy stuffed His dirty underwear into my mouth. It was euphoric to smell and taste Daddy's urine and crotch sweat as Daddy started to fuck His pussy. Daddy was so good to His bitch. I could feel Daddy set His cold, wet bottle of beer on my back as His cock slid slowly in and out, Daddy's coarse pubic hairs scratching against my tender red ass. Daddy slid a finger up along the underside of His cock, fondling His balls while He fucked, then spread my ass cheeks apart so He could plow in deeper. My grunts were muffled by Daddy's sweaty underwear, and I hoped Daddy was making His cock feel really good in His pussy. He must have been, because Daddy started pounding harder, and I was so grateful that Daddy was using me for His fuck hole. I could hear Daddy grunt and feel Daddy's cock swell inside me as Daddy pushed in hard, holding the cold, wet beer bottle against my hot ass cheek.
Then my hole was empty, leaving me whimpering with my gratitude.
Daddy took His underwear from my mouth and set a glass of water next to me with a straw. Then Daddy tied a plastic baggy around my cock and balls before He turned out the light and went to bed. I was so lucky to have such a thoughtful Daddy, tying on a pee bag so I wouldn't make a mess on Daddy's floor. I could feel Daddy's cum oozing out of my asshole, and fell asleep wishing I could lick it clean.
This is the same story as Daddy's Boy, only it's from the Father's perspective.
Daddy's Boy - Daddy's Perspective
Pulling into the driveway, my mind is running through the list of things I need to get from the store yet; household cleaners, envelopes, some new batteries, a few grocery items. Guess it's Wally World later.
Picking up the newspaper, I stamp my boots off on the rug inside the front door, hanging my leather jacket in the front hall closet. It was a busy day at the mill, and right now I just want to relax a little and have a drink. I pull a Blue Moon out of the refrigerator, then wander to my favorite chair, propping my feet up on the ottoman and scanning the headlines. There is an article about the fall festival downtown, so I open to page two of the lifestyles section and begin reading it, flipping the corner of the page aside a moment to look down at my boots. Good, the little bitch had better be cleaning them.
I can feel my feet getting hot in my boots, so I kick them off, and a few moments later I can feel my slave licking my socks eagerly. I know what he wants.
"Yes, you can take them off."
The cool air feels good on my bare feet as my socks are removed, as does his hot tongue and moist lips. He's worshipping my feet like a good little bitch, which is no less than I expect, so I allow him to continue as I read. There isn't much in the paper, but I scan each section, setting the sports aside and flipping through the coupons.
My bladder is getting full, and my stomach is empty, so I rise to go make my supper, flipping out my cock so I can pee. If my slave hadn't responded quickly enough, I would have urinated on the floor and he would have had to lick it up. As it is, he is able to wrap his lips around the head of my cock by the time I let loose my stream, and I moan with the relief to my bladder. Shaking off the last few drops, I'm about to tuck myself back in, but pause. It wasn't my slave's fault that I had a rough day at work, and, as always, he is eager to please me, so I give him time to kiss my cock and thank me for being my urinal.
"Work."
He is happy to obey my command and bounds off eagerly after I have passed him. He lives only to serve me.
As well he should. After all, I own him, and have every right to expect it of him. Just as I have the right to expect him to be grateful for allowing him to be my slave, and I am pleased that he ignores his dish and crawls beneath the table to kiss my feet as I eat my supper.
"Dish."
It hadn't just happened this way. It had taken a lot of my time and effort to train my slave, teaching him exactly how the housework was to be done and training him to obey and respond correctly to my commands. It took a lot of patience, and a lot of repetition, too. I had to punish him often for his mistakes, and praise him when he did things correctly, molding him until he realized his place as my property and my possession, until serving me became his only desire. It had been a difficult task.
Pushing my chair back I notice my slave kneeling in position at my feet, his arms crossed behind him, his legs spread apart to expose himself to me as I have taught him. The slight swell of his cock shows me how eager he is to please me, and I feel the power of my Mastery over him, his absolute subservience to me. I reward him by laying my hand on top of his head.
Still grimy from work, I head for the shower. I don't even consider the fact that I have left a mess behind. My slave will clean it up. That's one of the reasons for owning him. Another is to pamper me, spreading my towel as I step from the shower and drying me off, then wiping up the floor and folding and hanging the towels neatly to dry, waiting at my feet for my next command.
It is still early, so I pull on some jeans and a t-shirt, and find my slave waiting by my chair when I sit to read. It is where he should be, so I snap my fingers and cup my hand to give him his reward, stroking his hairless balls as he lays them in my palm.
"Beer."
I turn the page of my book and continue reading, sighing loudly at the relief of my parched throat as I set my cold beer aside and snapping my fingers once more. There is a lot of responsibility in being a Daddy. Beside the teaching and training and discipline required, you always have to make certain that your slave boy understands his purpose and station in your life, that he is merely your possession and an object for your entertainment and pleasure, and always treat him as such. Once you have brought him to that understanding, he will thrive on it, and be truly grateful for it.
I slide my finger up his ass; my pussy, my fuck hole, my cunt. I demand that it is kept clean and ready for my use, and would have been disappointed if I had found it otherwise. It is slick with lube as it should be. Turning the page, I work another finger in, then a third and finally a fourth. It doesn't matter whether my slave is gasping in ecstasy or groaning in discomfort. I want to feel my fuck hole, play with it, loosen it up. I turn another page.
"Trainer."
I love the power I have over my slave, love to watch him debase and degrade himself for me. The fact that he does it with zeal and gratitude makes me feel even more powerful, because it was I who broke him, I who trained him, I who taught him to worship and adore me so much that he gave himself to me entirely. It takes only a glance to relay my command, and he spreads himself open before me, eager to be used by me as I slide my dildo into his hole.
"Oh, thank you Daddy."
It pleases me that he is showing his gratitude, kissing the floor as the dildo fucks him.
"Are you a lucky bitch?"
"Oh, yes Daddy."
"Why?"
"I'm lucky that Daddy plays with His little slave whore, Daddy."
Yes, he is truly nothing but my slave.
"Do you like Daddy's dildo up your ass?"
"Oh, yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy."
"I think you should show Daddy's dildo how much you appreciate it."
He is happy to take my dildo in his mouth, happy to obey my every command. My cock is so hard it hurts, but it's still early, and as his father I have a responsibility.
Dropping the dildo onto the floor, I set my book aside. If you're going to do a job, you need the right tools. When I return, he is still thanking the dildo. He has been taught to worship everything that I own, and in his world, I own everything.
"Stand."
Just another reminder of my ownership and his station. Tied to the ceiling by his wrists, I slide the huge dildo of the Impaler up his ass and lock his ankles onto the spreader bar. Here he will hang as my decoration while I sit to watch my movie, just as happy to be ignored by me as he is to be fondled.
As long as I am happy, that's all that matters.
When the movie ends I let him down, and once again allow him the honor of drinking my piss.
"Put all this away and come suck my cock."
He hurries away, his naked ass swishing happily, returning quickly and eagerly to pay me homage. He knows that his Daddy deserves to have his balls licked and his cock sucked and his crotch worshipped. He also knows how fortunate he is that I allow him to do so, and pours his adoration on my cock and balls.
What a lucky little bitch he is.
Glancing up I see that it's nearly eight o'clock, and I still have things to do. Done with his work, I do not want him wandering idly around the house. It is better if his time is well spent, so I lock him securely to the bondage bench, allowing him a moments respite to empty his bladder.
He must always be aware of my ownership, that I own every part of him, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Just as I control every part of him, which is why I lock him in place, forcing the ball gag into his mouth and plugging his hole with a butt plug.
More importantly, however, is that he will be precisely where I want him when I return, ready for my use and pleasure.
One of the problems with shopping at department stores is that you often find things you didn't initially intend to buy. Not that I usually give into impulse buying, but as I wandered by the clothing department, an item did catch my eye.
Closing the garage, I turned my key into the door, then went to unpack my purchases. The beer I drank earlier was racing through me, so I paused again to piss, removing the ball gag from my urinal.
"Shhh." I wanted a urinal, not a piss greedy slave. I was peeing to relieve myself, and not for his pleasure. Not that I could blame him for his enthusiasm at having my cock in his mouth.
I finished unpacking, then went to "The Room" to get my whip. My slave's ass needs to be cherry red tonight. I love that my slave is eager for my domination, sticking his ass into the air so I can whip it thoroughly. I also love to watch it turn slowly beat red, even after he starts to struggle and pull away and cry. And tonight I want it hot.
Afterward, the little bitch cries and slobbers at my feet, begging to be allowed to thank me. Lifting my foot, I step his head to the floor and permit him to show me his gratitude by kissing the carpet.
"Stand."
I stretched out my hand.
"Daddy bought some new panties for His whore."
My slave squirms with gratitude, timidly taking them from my hand.
"Thank you Daddy."
"Put them on."
Yes, the black lace makes him look very much like a whore, and it's a nice contrast against the red ass cheeks.
"There. Now you're my pretty little whore."
And Daddy wants his whore to worship him. Grabbing the butt plug, I pull him close, thrusting it deep into his ass as I lift him up by it until my lips meet his. I can feel him melt against me, feel his adoration and his love for me, and the power that his utter submission gives me. I am his entire world.
"Take that out, wash it, and put it away."
Stripping down, I relax back into my chair, my palm out and waiting. He obediently spreads his legs over it when he returns so I can inspect my pussy.
"Yeah. Loose and slippery and waiting for Daddy's cock."
"Oh, yes Daddy!"
I want my son in my lap.
"Crawl up here."
He settles himself on top of my cock, the crotchless panties allowing it to slide into his slippery crack.
"Do you love your Daddy?" I lean back and close my eyes.
"Oh, YES Daddy!"
He buries his face in my armpit and begins to worship me passionately, writhing desperately with the desire to please all of me at once. His slippery crack feels good on my cock, but I want my cock to feel better, so I slip it inside of my pussy and start to fuck it. What a lucky little cunt my bitch is.
I push him off and stuff my cock into his mouth.
"That's right, show Daddy what a grateful little fuck hole you are, and how lucky you are that I even let you be my little slave bitch."
He swallows my cock, and I can see the gratitude on his face for it. The more I use him, the more grateful he is.
As it should be.
"Bench."
I'm done with my boy. All I want now is a pussy to fuck. Locking him in place, I go to get a beer. Once again, this is for my pleasure, not his, so I pick up my dirty underwear and stuff it in his mouth to keep him quiet.
My hot, pink fuck hole is enticing. I know how my cock will feel buried deep inside of it, how it will feel to slide in and out of it. I love fucking that hot pussy.
The hole slurps my cock in wetly and I lower my beer to enjoy the sensation, my tight little pussy hole squeezing around my cock as the cold bottle settles on his back. Hot, deep and slippery, I explore the inside of my pussy with my cock, then slide a finger in as well, opening it even further so I can drive myself in deeper. That's what this hole is for. It's for me to fuck.
My orgasm begins to build and I continue to drive in deeper and harder, riding it to its peak as I shoot my load, my cock pumping frantically in that hot, wet hole.
I will definitely sleep well tonight.
I give my slave water for the night and tie on a pee bag to avoid any messes. There's no need to unlock him now, I can do that in the morning. Right now I'm ready for bed.