"Take me home and use me, daddy, I want it bad!"
From Create Your Own Story
The daddy grins, and he gives your face one more slap with his heavy dick before he gets off you. He tucks his already hardening dick back into his jeans, and then tugs your shoulder. You scramble to your feet.
"March," he says, and tugs you from the couch. He pushes your shoulders and you walk ahead of him, aroused and shaking, spit and cum still dripping from your chin. You push through the curtains, and then down the stairs, swiping at your chin and hoping it's not completely obvious you just swallowed spunk. The daddy bear follows close behind, one hand on your shoulder. As you pass the entrance, the bouncer gives you a smirk, and you can't help but blush a little.
The daddy bear leads you outside and into the parking lot to a truck. He smiles at you, and pushes you against the passenger door for a moment, kissing you with a rough, possessive tongue and pressing his hard-on against your stomach. When he pulls back, he says gruffly, "open your mouth, boy."
You do, and he spits into it. You're stunned, but then he pushes two fingers into your mouth and you suck them again, reflexively. After pushing them far into your mouth and making you squirm on his rough fingers while he grins at you, he nods, and removes them.
"There, all cleaned up for next time. Ready to go, eh boy?" he says.
You nod, shaken. He grins, and unlocks the truck. You get into the pickup, strapping yourself in and having to adjust your hard on again in your jeans. The daddy bear gets behind the wheel and looks at you.
"Basically, you need to learn one rule: when I ask you a question, you say 'yes sir!' and we're both happy." He pauses. "Got it?"
"Yes sir," you say, hearing your voice shake.
"Fuck yeah," he says, and puts turns on the truck. "Knew as soon as you asked me to swallow... I got me an eager little pussy boy, don't I?"
"Yes, sir."
He speeds, so it takes about twenty minutes or so to get back to the daddy bear's place - a house just outside the city. The trip passes in silence, and you watch his hairy forearms on the steering wheel out of the corner of your eyes. The daddy bear pulls into the driveway, and gets out, and you follow, your dick still rock hard and your mind racing. You've never just let yourself do this before - swallow a load and go home with a stranger, no names, hell, barely any conversation, but you're so fucking horny and aroused by this hairy dominant man that at this point you think you'd agree to anything. It's a liberating, arousing - and a little bit terrifying - feeling.
He grabs you again at the doorway once he unlocks it, and pushes you against the wall in the entrance way, another rough intrusive kiss scraping your chin with his beard and filling your mouth with his tongue. You moan into his mouth, and he grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you against him. Finally, he steps back.
"Get naked, boy," he snaps.
"Yes, sir!" You strip. You've come this far, and you're so turned on, you'd do anything he says. He watches you shuck your shirt and jeans, socks and shoes, and smiles when your dick pops up, still hard and desperate to come. He steps back, still in the entrance hall, and undoes his belt, unzips his jeans, and once again tugs out the thick veiny uncut cock that's once again hard and ready for you.
"Suck it, boy."
"Yes, sir!" You kneel in front of him and he grabs your head with both hands as soon as you put his hard meat in your mouth. Your tongue explores under his foreskin for just a second, and then he's skull-fucking you rough with deep thrusts that made you gag and makes your mouth fill with saliva. You grip his thighs, trying to keep up with the rapid pace he's dicking you with, and slowly adjust, tears streaming down your cheeks from the almost choking sensation of his cock.
"Yeah, you take it, boy... You get that dick ready, boy," he growls, tugging on your hair. Your hands move up under his shirt, rubbing his hairy belly and feeling the strength of his body as he rams into your mouth.
"Alright," he says, and pulls his cock out of your mouth with a slurp. It's covered with your spit, and some of your saliva drips off your chin. You pant for breath.
"Upstairs," he says. "This time you're gonna get daddy's spunk where it matters."
You rise, and head for the stairs. He slaps your ass hard as you pass him, and he laughs when you yelp. He follows you, close behind, slapping at your ass as you walk, moving faster and faster. He corrals you into the master bedroom, where you see a king sized bed with a cast iron bedrails at the foot and head of the bed. He pushes you onto the bed, and you fall onto your back, looking up at him. He towers above you, a hairy older man with his hard cock sticking out of his jeans.
He opens the bed-side drawer and pulls out a short length of rope, and a square of cloth.
"Gonna rope you, gag you, and ride you mean," he says. "And then you're mine all night to do whatever the fuck I want, right boy?"
You shiver.
You say...
