the masterpiece part 2

what was so unexpected, you ask? two things: we both surprised each other. after i came my first time, he switched positions to mount me, expertly staying inside me as he switched, and despite coming i didn’t stop doing myself and kept working my clit over, gearing up for orgasm number 2.

he fucked me hard and fast, suffocating me with his chest and pounding my pussy as though he hadn’t gotten laid in years. he let me keep doing myself as he pumped away at me, telling me that daddy loves my sweet, tight little pussy. we then went even dirtier and farther with our new sexy roleplay, and i begged daddy to give me more cock, telling him how i needed it so badly. he started pounding at me ravenously and i screamed and thrashed – he was pumping so hard my body that was literally lifting off the mattress with each thrust. he was going so fast that i could barely focus on doing myself, and – going into another roleplay of ours – he yelled, “cum for me, you fucking whore. you little slut. show me you were worth what i paid and that i couldn’t get the same pussy somewhere else for free.” i started to get worked up, and he moaned, saying, “oh yeah, that’s right.. you’re getting tighter. are you gonna cum for daddy?” “yes daddy,” i gasped, at this point covered in sweat and running out of breath, but of course he didn’t relent in the slightest. he sucked on my titties and licked my ear, keeping a fistful of hair at all times to keep me in line. feeling his body completely wreck mine, i shot off again, long and hard, squeezing so hard i heard my man moan, amazed by how tightly i squeezed him. it lasted for a little while longer than i expected, and i went limp, my matted hair stuck to my forehead and face.. and away he pumped. not stopping, and actually going even faster. “oh my god!” i screamed, “no, wait!” despite how much we like dirty talk, sometimes talk is cheap when we fuck, and he wasn’t hearing a second of my feeble protest.

so what did he do instead? he licked his fingers, started stroking my clit, and whispered, “now it’s my turn.”

part 3 coming soon!

the masterpiece part 1

well, he IS my master, after all. and you know he did a masterful job when i have to select almost all the categories today’s fucking falls under. 

so it all began this morning with what my man called “the raciest thing we’ve ever done” – my giving him a spirited hand job in the parking lot of his office building.. with people parking, driving, and walking all around our car. there was no mistaking that something was going on – the windows were foggy and the car rocked a little. naturally there had to be some fooling around, but who knew it would end with my man taking a load of cum in his underwear – which he apparently also did last night while he licked my asshole and i didn’t even know! 

“oh god, give me a hand job.. work my dick,” he groaned, gyrating against my hand. he got so hot that he hovered over me like he did the last time i gave him a hand job in the car to fuck my hands – except this time he didn’t break the door during orgasm like he did on that trip. he came hard and loud, writhing to the point where i thought one of his limbs was about to go through a window. “i can’t feel my legs,” he gasped, grabbing his dick as it poured hot cum. not a bad way to start the day – strolling into work late with the delicious breakfast my man picked up for me. and yes, i know – i’m a spoiled bitch.

if that wasn’t enough, my man texted during the day, promising to take his time with my little body. i was thrilled and wrote a message on Twitter, i was so eager to get my brains fucked out. he picked me up after work, drove back to my place, and then my man unveiled his masterpiece:

what did it entail? i first asked if he wanted to fuck or eat first, and of course you always know the answer to that one for either of us. we stripped down, got in bed, and i gave daddy a blow job to get him even harder than he already was. “good girl,” he moaned, “whatever you’re doing is the best.” i went at him for a little while before my man pulled me up and ordered me to keep going with a hand job while he started stroking my clit. i wrapped my legs around one of his and gyrated my hips against him. he growled, “yeah, you rub that cunt against me.” i followed orders like a good little whore, and then he forced my hands on myself and started sucking on my titties. i moaned and writhed, badly wanting some dick, which he sensed – or maybe he was ready to claim his cunt.

he pushed me onto my back and entered me sideways, laying on his side (a position i HIGHLY recommend), starting nice and slow until he worked up a rhythm so smooth and deep that i didn’t even realize how spread apart my legs were. he marveled at my flexibility, noticing that while he fucked me, i’d brought my leg up to my face and had my knee against my cheek. “lick that knee,” he said in amazement. when i did so, he ordered me to kiss it, and then to kiss my titties since i could contort easily enough to do so. ah, yoga. sure as fuck pays off!

he fucked me sideways for some time, all the while twisting my nipples 360 degrees, slapping my tits, slapping me in the face, grabbing me by the hair (forcing me to watch him fuck me), strangling me, and then, as he forced my hands on myself for orgasm number 1, he growled and sneered at me, telling his little cheap whore to cum and that i needed to hurry the fuck up. i obeyed like a good girl i shot off, screaming into the hand that was muffling my face. but then came a twist i would’ve never expected..

tune in for part 2.