Fucking daddy on his lunch break: Cheating [MF]

*This is a continuation of my last post*

I had gotten a message earlier. While my friend fucked my face and made me gag. I hadn’t heard my phone go off, I was too busy being used.

I checked afterwards.

It was daddy.

He had sent me a video of him stroking himself. 8 Snapchat videos. Daddy was hard. He wanted me. He said jump and I went how high. He owned me. This was proof.

I didnt care of that my friend liked me. That we had spent the last month teasing each other into just holding hands. That he had made himself vulnerable to me. We had an understanding. I knew my friend wasn’t seeing anyone else.

But I was daddy’s whore.

Daddy wanted me.

That was all that matters.

I messaged him appolagizing for not answering right away. I had been busy getting my face fucked.

He liked that. He wanted me more. He wanted to watch. He wanted so see me cum, to see his princess covered in cum like a slut. Me so shy I couldn’t even hold hands with someone. But I could never refuse daddy.

He asked me where my friend had cum. I confessed that he hadn’t.

This would not do. I still needed to be cummed on. He was full.

He would be there in 20 minutes.

I could refuse him nothing.

He showed up in his work uniform. We went straight to my room. I stood on my bed to turn off the music I had been listening to. It was suddenly quite without Still Woozy.

Daddy wasted no time. I was still reaching away from turning off my music when he flipped my skirt up and grabbed my ass. I was suddenly thankful for my R2 panties. At least they were cute.

He unbuckled his pants and grabbed me and pushed me down on his dick. He stroked my hair. He didn’t need to force me down, to grab me. He knew I would do anything to please him. He stroked my hair.

Suddenly I was on my bed. He pushed me over and down. He grabbed my legs and dragged me till my ass was hanging off the edge. My panties were yanked off forcefully. He held my legs up. I was still wearing my skirt, shirt and jacket.

I was full.

The whole process had taken a few seconds. He didn’t care. He fucked me hard. Used me.

This was the first time he was inside of me. Before I had always please him with my mouth.

It had been months since I was fucked. I was tight. He fucked me.

I gasped when he forced himself inside of me. There was no gentleness. I gasped and yelled out. A mixture of pleasure and pain.

Daddy didn’t care. He just kept fucking me hard. There was no ceremony or comfort.

I bit my jacket sleave. Trying not to scream. I looked at daddy. He stared down at me. Watching my face as I gasped, as I tried not to scream. He never slowed down.

He kissed me. I reached up and cupped his face. I said his name.

He fucked me harder. Leaned into me. Found the perfect angle. I could no longer look at him. My eyes couldn’t focus. I closed them. It was too much. Too much to feel. Too much to see. I was stretched. I was full. He fucked me hard and I bit my jacket trying my best not to scream. I grabbed at his arms, desperate, unable to vocalize my desperation.

And suddenly I exploded. He leaned into me. Held me close. I thought he had cum but it was just me. Squeezing him. Gripping him. Twitching around him.

He held me close. Gave me a few moments.

Then he grabbed my legs. Pulled me just how we wanted me and began to fuck me.

I had thought before I could never be fucked harder. That I was as full and as deep as was possible.

Daddy never stopped.

I had never been so forcefully used.

I screamed. He fucked harder. I began to twitch again.

“Where do you want it?”

“I want you inside me daddy”

“You want me to cum inside your pussy?”

“Yes daddy”

He fucked me harder. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think.

I felt him begin to cum. I began to twitch again. I was sensitive. I was cumming. We finished together. Me dripping with daddy’s cum. Twitching around his cock.

He only held me for a few seconds.

“Stay there, I’ll get you a towel”

I told him to exit slowly.

He brought me a towel. His cum was leaking out of me.

We were done; he had to leave.

I told him I was moving in a month and a half. He said he would see me once more before then.

I didn’t believe him. He never had time for me. He had his job, his wife, his life.

And I was on the side. His whore. His slut. Who begged for his cock and sucked him off anytime he could get away. I was desperate to please him. Always. I would do anything to he his good girl. To be his princess for even an hour.

He left. He didn’t kiss me goodbye.

I showered and went to work.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b6z955/fucking_daddy_on_his_lunch_break_cheating_mf