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A hand on my throat, and his lips against my ear...

Shivers
...

"Let Daddy make you feel good, baby.”
"Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?”
“You can do it, baby.”
“Keep going, sweetheart.”
“Be patient dear, no cumming yet.”
“My pretty little cumslut.”
"Be a good girl and cum for Daddy."
“You’ve made such a mess with that pretty pussy.”
“Mouth. Now.”
 
She whimpered as one of the men pulled his cock from her mouth, a thick strand of saliva still connecting the swollen head to the tip of her tongue. She held her mouth open, desperately wishing he would put it back inside her. She wanted to swallow his pleasure as she tightened and creamed around the other man's throbbing cock.

She pushed forward hoping to take it back into her mouth, but he pulled away, slapping her cheeks with his rigid dick.

"No, no, sweet girl," he teased, stroking his cock in front of her mouth just beyond the reach of her probing tongue. "You're going to take my cum on your face like the dirty little slut we know you are."

"Please, Daddy, I want to feel you cum in my mouth," she begs.

The man behind twirls her hair around his fist and pulls back hard so she is forced to watch as the man in front of her pleasures himself. Her mouth waters and tingles to taste him, but she resigns to the grip in her hair and gazes up into the eyes of the man whose swollen, purple cock aims to paint her face with thick, ropes of salty cum.

"No baby, everyone needs to see how slutty you are. Now, eyes closed. We don't want to get any cum in your pretty eyes," he commands.

She obeys and focuses on the pleasure barreling deep into her pussy. "When you're ready, cum for Daddy," the man in front of her whispers. She whimpers and nods, completely lost in feeling full, stretched, and used. With a few hard thrusts, she cums hard, squeezing the cock impaling her. As she moans in ecstasy the man in front of her splatters her face with his seed.

"Now you look just like the slut that you are," he says, brushing stray curls from her face and gazing at the sticky masterpiece dripping down her chin.

Helpless and spent, all she could do was whimper and cum again.
 
Agree, this thread has got me all worked up - I’m about to have great dreams a of being teased right up to the edge, wanting that that powerful release. My birthday is coming up, to finish in her dirty mouth would be a wish come true; pulsing and twitching after I can’t hold back, her lips sealed around my cock, hand tugging my balls
- happy birthday daddy -
she says with a wink
 
Wow! Very hot scene -- your writing has gotten me quite hard all of a sudden. :devil:
I'm so glad you enjoyed it, thank you for reading. ☺️
Agree, this thread has got me all worked up - I’m about to have great dreams a of being teased right up to the edge, wanting that that powerful release. My birthday is coming up, to finish in her dirty mouth would be a wish come true; pulsing and twitching after I can’t hold back, her lips sealed around my cock, hand tugging my balls
- happy birthday daddy -
she says with a wink
It's been a while since I've visited this thread - thank you for reading! Glad you are enjoying it.
 
It had started with a simple conversation about weekend plans and what they did that day. They'd never talked about sex, not in the last few weeks of getting to know one another, but when Sally's new friend mentioned that she had been masturbating most of the day, including time while they were talking, she began to trust the butterfly feeling in her tummy that she was into her. A warm rush of heat began to fill her tummy and course down between her legs. Her thighs parted on their own as the warmth transitioned to a growing moist heat.

"I better go. I'm getting so turned on talking about this!" Sally said as her heart began to beat double time.

The reply indicator was active for what felt like an eternity.

"Me too," she finally replied.

Sally wondered why it had taken so long for her response. She paused. "You should go, too? Or you're also turned on?"

"The second." She said.

Sally blushed, and was relieved that her friend couldn't see the reddening in her cheeks and chest above the swell of her breasts. "Are you... doing anything about it right now?"

"Yes," she quickly replied.

She can't be, can she? She can't be a denial slut like me? Fuck... "Do you... know what edging is?"

Again, an agonising wait. Then, "Know? Why do you think I take so long to reply when we're not talking on cam?"

"Hold up. You're not...?" Sally trailed off.

"Mmmm I am." She replied quickly.

Sally gulped, and her right hand slowly traced the outline of her rock hard nipples through her blouse, then trailed lower between her warm, quivering thighs and rested her hand against her covered pussy, gently grinding for some friction.

"Show me, and I'll show you." Sally responded with shaky fingers on the keyboard.

And so it began.
 
It had started with a simple conversation about weekend plans and what they did that day. They'd never talked about sex, not in the last few weeks of getting to know one another, but when Sally's new friend mentioned that she had been masturbating most of the day, including time while they were talking, she began to trust the butterfly feeling in her tummy that she was into her. A warm rush of heat began to fill her tummy and course down between her legs. Her thighs parted on their own as the warmth transitioned to a growing moist heat.

"I better go. I'm getting so turned on talking about this!" Sally said as her heart began to beat double time.

The reply indicator was active for what felt like an eternity.

"Me too," she finally replied.

Sally wondered why it had taken so long for her response. She paused. "You should go, too? Or you're also turned on?"

"The second." She said.

Sally blushed, and was relieved that her friend couldn't see the reddening in her cheeks and chest above the swell of her breasts. "Are you... doing anything about it right now?"

"Yes," she quickly replied.

She can't be, can she? She can't be a denial slut like me? Fuck... "Do you... know what edging is?"

Again, an agonising wait. Then, "Know? Why do you think I take so long to reply when we're not talking on cam?"

"Hold up. You're not...?" Sally trailed off.

"Mmmm I am." She replied quickly.

Sally gulped, and her right hand slowly traced the outline of her rock hard nipples through her blouse, then trailed lower between her warm, quivering thighs and rested her hand against her covered pussy, gently grinding for some friction.

"Show me, and I'll show you." Sally responded with shaky fingers on the keyboard.

And so it began.
Super erotic Sally. Well done!!!
 
It had started with a simple conversation about weekend plans and what they did that day. They'd never talked about sex, not in the last few weeks of getting to know one another, but when Sally's new friend mentioned that she had been masturbating most of the day, including time while they were talking, she began to trust the butterfly feeling in her tummy that she was into her. A warm rush of heat began to fill her tummy and course down between her legs. Her thighs parted on their own as the warmth transitioned to a growing moist heat.

"I better go. I'm getting so turned on talking about this!" Sally said as her heart began to beat double time.

The reply indicator was active for what felt like an eternity.

"Me too," she finally replied.

Sally wondered why it had taken so long for her response. She paused. "You should go, too? Or you're also turned on?"

"The second." She said.

Sally blushed, and was relieved that her friend couldn't see the reddening in her cheeks and chest above the swell of her breasts. "Are you... doing anything about it right now?"

"Yes," she quickly replied.

She can't be, can she? She can't be a denial slut like me? Fuck... "Do you... know what edging is?"

Again, an agonising wait. Then, "Know? Why do you think I take so long to reply when we're not talking on cam?"

"Hold up. You're not...?" Sally trailed off.

"Mmmm I am." She replied quickly.

Sally gulped, and her right hand slowly traced the outline of her rock hard nipples through her blouse, then trailed lower between her warm, quivering thighs and rested her hand against her covered pussy, gently grinding for some friction.

"Show me, and I'll show you." Sally responded with shaky fingers on the keyboard.

And so it began.
More please sally.
 
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