When he takes what he needs [MF] [BDSM]

‘Where are we going?’

‘Shut up, slut. Come with me.’

I bite back my response. I can see the tension radiating through you, your clenched jaw and clipped words tell me nothing more than to be careful. It’s not often you disturb me at work and usually it hurts.

We exit the building, hand in hand, you pulling ahead of me and leading the way. The streets are filled with people out to grab a bite to eat, taking a quick break from their desks into the still warm autumnal air.

You walk me away from the crowds and pull me into an alleyway between two buildings, leading me into the shadows.

‘Okay…now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?’

‘Daddy is horny, honey, stop asking questions and get on your fucking knees’

I hesitate, looking down at the dirty tarmac we were standing on. It’s a mistake, one you quickly correct with a stinging slap to my face.

‘Don’t make me tell you twice, or you will regret it.’

The play of a smile on your lips tells me you are enjoying my discomfort and I feel the twist of arousal in my lower stomach. Without much more thought to what I’m kneeling in, or of the shadows of people passing by just around the corner, I kneel.

‘No time for games today, my little fuck hole. Mouth open.’

I keep my eyes on your face and open my mouth, pink tongue sliding out between my lips. I stay immobile, the stillness of my body contrasting with the racing of my mind as you un fasten your belt and trousers. After pausing briefly to caress your straining cock, you take a handful of my hair, gripping tight as you pull me towards you.

‘What do you say?’ you ask, as I strain with my tongue to reach you.

‘Please, Daddy?’

Usually you last longer, make me beg. Not today. Today you need my mouth more than you need that control. I moan as your cock slides hot and silky against my tongue. You taste so good and I’m encouraged by the groan you make as I slide my lips further down your shaft.

You let me continue for only a short time, working my tongue and lips to caress your cock. I work it in gradually, building up the depth until your grip tightens and I pause.

‘I’m not going to stop,’ you warn me, giving me microseconds to process before you slam your cock into my throat. Your cock is wet and slick with my saliva and it slides deep before hitting the back of my throat. I manage to keep from choking, but my throat is tight with the unexpected onslaught and you fight to push deeper whilst I try and remember not to tense up.

With your cock filling me, taking a breath is impossible. I’m granted a short reprieve as you withdraw enough for me to take a breath then push back in, tears springing to my eyes as your pulsing cock fills my throat.

Over and over you pull back, then slam in, until at last you’ve worked your way in to fully sheath your cock in my mouth. My nose is pressed against your body, filling me with your scent. Every sense is overwhelmed with you and I forget everything else. No fear of being caught, no pain from kneeling on such a hard surface. Just Daddy.

‘I’m going to fuck my mouth cunt.’ Another warning and I try to relax.

You fuck me. Fuck my mouth like its a warm wet cunt for your cock. Fuck it like a hole that’s built to be fucked. Fuck it like you own it.
I take it. Take every long thrust, take every pulsing twitching inch, every time you ram it home. I’m drooling, crying. My make up is ruined, my scalp aches but Daddy takes what Daddy wants and I’m his to use. I forget the filthy floor I’m knelt on. Forget that I have to go back to work. I let myself be filled and used because I’m his whore and that’s how he wants to use me.

With a final groan you bury your cock into my throat and I don’t have to make a conscious decision to swallow. Its too deep and you hold me there whilst you unload straight into my gullet.

I’m panting when you release me, smeared with make up and tears but I’m smiling. You lean against the wall, breathing heavily as you tuck your cock away and caress the side of my head.

‘Daddy needed that. Good girl.’

Those two words are all I need, with the hug and kiss that follows. We spend a few minutes cleaning my face and making me presentable. My make up takes a bit of fixing, with your help to smooth away the black tracks of mascara. Your step is lighter as we make our way back and you drop the lightest of kisses on my nose before waving goodbye. I sigh as I watch you leave, smiling hugely, before going back to my own desk to spend the afternoon in wet underwear wishing for your touch.

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