My Personal Slut Part 2: Dirty Pictures and Daddy Issues [MF] (Long)

The first one of my memories went over much better than I thought it would. I’ve gotten some requests to share more stories about April and the summer we spent using each other for sex. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do recounting them.

***Part I: The Set-up***

After the first time April and I hooked up, it was awkward for a few weeks. She would broach the subject of getting back together. I would shoot it down. She’d end up angry with me and give me the proverbial silent treatment for a few days. I wasn’t budging though. We were done.

One thing you probably gathered from my last story about my ex. April was always pretty damn wild in bed. She was a bit troubled, with daddy issues and the whole bit. When we were together, she would get frustrated with me because I was pretty vanilla by comparison. She wanted to fuck in public, and I was never really into the idea.

Towards the end of our relationship, she started an account on MyFreeCams as a way to make extra cash and get her crazy sexual fix at the same time. I was outwardly furious with her, but deep down the thought of her being used as a sex object really turned me on. Being split up made it easier for me to square treating her like one in my own head.

It had been about three weeks since we first hooked up. My dating prospects hadn’t gotten better in the least, and I was getting the sexual itch again. April hadn’t been speaking to me because she was pissed off I wouldn’t call out of work to come see her the week before. She went on a rant about how I only saw her when it was convenient for me and how I didn’t really care about her.

I came home from work one evening and settled in on the couch for a long night of doing nothing. My roommates were away at a party, and I had the place to myself. There was nothing worthwhile on TV, so I ended up hopping online. Before long I was several minutes into a lesbian four-way video and contemplating getting myself off.

Somehow, as if by ESP, my phone went off. It was April.

HEY, STRANGER.

I paused the porn I was watching at a point where one of the girls was getting worked over by all three of the others. The chick was dressed in a white corset with a garter belt, stockings, and high heels. Two of the other girls were working over her massive fake tits, while the last one had her face buried in the chick’s pussy.

Turning away from the computer, I tried to be cool in my response. I wasn’t in the mood for an argument.

SO YOU’RE SPEAKING TO ME AGAIN?

It was a few minutes before I heard back. I thought at first maybe she was still pissed off and screwing with me somehow. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Then the phone went off again.

I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU’RE FREE AT ALL THIS WEEK.

I entertained the thought for a second. I did have a few much needed days off ahead of me. Seeing her was tempting, but there was the thought in my head of her starting yet another argument as well. I was treading lightly.

I AM. I TOOK A FEW DAYS OFF. WHY?

Her response was much faster this time.

I’D LIKE TO MEET UP AGAIN. NO STRINGS ATTACHED. JUST SEX.

Her text almost came across as somewhat defeated, but at least I knew there wouldn’t be any talk of relationships. At least for the moment. That was a relief.

I WOULDN’T MIND DOING THAT AGAIN, EITHER. I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT.

That much wasn’t a lie. I couldn’t get that day out of my head. Everything about it had been so nasty in the most amazing ways. I took a screenshot of the paused porn scene on the computer and sent it to April.

I’M THINKING ABOUT THIS HAPPENING TO YOU.

She responded by excitedly asking for the video link. I copied it over and sent it to her, at which point she stopped responding for a bit. I knew in my mind she was watching every second of the video and getting herself off. It was about five minutes more before I heard from April again.

THAT WAS FUCKING HOT. I’D LOVE TO WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT FOR YOU. BUT I DON’T THINK MY TITS WOULD FIT.

I smirked a little bit to myself. She knew I’d be happy with her walking around with her tits busting out like the last time. I started typing back.

PROMISE TO BE A NASTY LITTLE SLUT AND I’LL GO BUY YOU AN OUTFIT LIKE THIS ONE BEFORE I SEE YOU.

We made arrangements to meet at her place in two days. Going to her place was easier. After our breakup, my friends who I ended up rooming with about wanted to kill her. They’d have killed me, too, if they knew what I was doing.

I told them I’d be headed out early that day under the guise of taking overtime at work. I was still getting my finances back on track, so it wasn’t a stretch for an explanation. I jumped in my car and drove out to the only Frederick’s of Hollywood store in the area. It was a little out of the way, but they had what I wanted.

I picked up a white satin corset with slight lace accents. It was a strapless piece with clasps up the front and ties in the back. I found a matching satin garter belt and g-string which could barely cover her pussy. Of course I finished it off with the white thigh-highs.

The girl at the counter ringing up my purchase gave me quite a smile. She was quite a dime herself.

“Someone’s a very lucky lady. And you didn’t even ask anyone for help. That’s impressive.” she complimented.

“I’ve been around her long enough. I have no excuse not to know her sizes and tastes.” I replied, careful with my words. I didn’t want to use any phrasing making it seem like we were an item. I guess it was a mental thing. All the while there was a small part of me imagining her and April fucking each other.

I finished paying and made my way to the car. I took a photo of the bag on the passenger seat and sent it to April. She responded with the smiling devil emoji and nothing more.

I arrived at April’s apartment to the same arrangement as the first time. The exterior door was open so I could make my way in and get upstairs. I knocked on her door, stopping for a second to collect myself. Every now and then I’d have moments of sane thinking where I’d question what I was doing. Then the door opened.

April greeted me infinitely more modestly than she did my first visit, although she was still dressed up. She wore a low cut tight black t-shirt with a pair of daisy dukes. She looked like the proverbial girl next door. That would be changing in short order.

“Sorry. I didn’t have anything cute to wear.” she said. I handed her the Frederick’s bag as I came into the apartment.

“Well now you do. Why don’t you go get dressed?” I suggested. April peeked into the bag and turned to head for the bedroom, nearly breaking into a run while I settled in on the couch. After about five minutes or so, April called out to me.

“Almost done!” she yelled. “It’s a little tight!”

“That’s the idea!” I called out back, laughing.

Another few minutes passed which felt like a lifetime. My cock was starting to stand at attention thinking about what was going to happen, and it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

“Can you come in here?” April asked from the bedroom. I walked through the dining room area, down the short hall to the bedroom. I opened the door half expecting to find April struggling to get the corset on by herself.

***Part II: The Sex***

April stood in front of the queen size bed, hands on her hips, legs out. She had herself squeezed into the corset as tight as she could, with her beautiful tits damn near spilling out. She had the garter belt, g-string, and thigh highs on with a pair of heels. She had also put on a long necklace which fell down in between her cleavage. The charm on the end was lost to her tits.

She stood for a minute, allowing me to take her in with my eyes. She looked to the mirror just behind me on the back of her dresser, admiring herself as I was admiring her. She turned, admiring the view of her ass.

“I look fucking great.” she said. I nodded in agreement as I walked up to her. We were on each other instantly, kissing, groping, and grinding. I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it somewhere behind me. I grabbed April by the back of the head and kissed down her neck to her beautiful rack. She shuddered in sheer pleasure.

Suddenly she pulled away. She stepped back, fluffing her hair out with her hands. A sexy smile crossed her face.

“Grab your phone. Take some pictures of me looking this good.” she said, posing against the bedroom wall.

We took several shots of her in different poses. One was her bent over with her tiny soaked panties and beautiful ass in full view. Another was her clutching at her necklace looking shocked it rested in her ample cleavage. She was very much into this impromptu little shoot, and so was I.

As I checked over one photo to make sure it wasn’t blurry, April walked over and started undoing the button of my shorts. I lowered my phone to set it down somewhere.

“No,” she said. “I want you to keep going.”

April pulled my throbbing cock out from my shorts. It was already wet at the tip. I snapped a picture of her doing the stereotypical pornstar “it’s so big” look of shock. I followed up with two more in rapid succession as she began jerking me off and moaning all the things she wanted to do to me. I stopped her and laid down on the hardwood bedroom floor.

“I want to get one of you standing over me.” I told her. She positioned herself over my hips and pulled her tits just barely over the top of the corset. She looked down at me with lust as I took yet another picture.

In what seemed like a flash, April dropped down in one smooth motion and took my cock in her mouth. She didn’t come down to her knees. She squatted down, stuck her hot little ass out, and went to work. I snuck one more picture before I tossed my phone on the bed. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed down on it while she gagged on my rod.

We ended up on the bed shortly thereafter in a sixty-nine position with her on top. April alternated back and forth between deepthroating my dick and rubbing the soaked head in between and across her exposed tits. I spent my time with my tongue buried right up in her pussy, feeling up her ass and legs as I went at it.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “You eat my pussy so fucking good.” Slowly she stroked my cock with a twisting motion as she drooled all over it. Her moaning became more frantic as I could feel her tensing up.

Just as she was about to cum, we heard a voice from outside. April had left the bedroom window wide open. I couldn’t really blame her. It was gorgeous outside, and the thought that someone might be able to hear us was a hell of a turn on. But the voice we heard was seemingly calling up to the window.

“Honey? Are you up there? Are you home?”

April damn near jumped off me. A look of shock crossed both our faces upon realizing it was her father outside. He had stopped by unannounced. We looked at each other, unsure of just what to do. April went up to the open window over the headboard of the bed.

“I’m here, Dad!” she called down. “I wasn’t expecting you! Can you give me a minute?”

“Sure!” he shouted back. “I got you some things from the grocery store and thought I’d drop them off to you.”

April made a little small talk, asking what he had for her as she tried to figure out how to handle the situation. Feeling emboldened, I got behind her and started teasing her pussy with my mouth again, working my way up to her ass and back.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Stop.” she whispered as her body shook. She turned back to the window. “I’ll be right down!” she yelled.

“Okay, so what exactly am I supposed to do now?” I asked. “We going to hide me in the closet?”

“You stay right here. He’s more than likely not coming up, and even if he does, he’s not coming in here.” April replied, throwing a loose fitting t-shirt on over the corset and a pair of jeans over the garter belt and stockings. “I’ll make this quick.”

She left the room, closing the door behind her. I could hear her close the apartment door and head down the stairs. Then the chatter of her being outside with her father. Small talk mostly, until I heard her father ask the question.

“Are you home alone today?”

I froze, thinking things were about to get really awkward. I found myself questioning if I parked far enough away from her apartment. Her dad new what kind of car I drove. Maybe he had seen it coming in. If not that, he surely heard his daughter moaning while on the brink of squirting into her ex-boyfriend’s mouth. And here I was, naked in her bed with my cock sticky from her sucking me off like a Push Pop.

Before I could fall further into a panic, I heard the apartment door open and close. I listened carefully, and took a deep breath on hearing only one set of footsteps. Outside I could hear the sound of a car exiting the parking lot. April’s father had left, but she hadn’t come back into the bedroom yet. I figured his appearance derailed her desires. Bummed and with a bad case of blue balls, I sat up to get my clothes.

The door burst open. April came striding back in, somehow even hornier than before. She had shed the t-shirt and jeans before coming back in, as well as the corset. Her big, beautiful 36DDs were a wonderful sight. She climbed on top of me, breathing heavily.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” she murmured, grabbing at my cock.

“You’re sure about that? That was close just now.” I half protested.

April leaned in and we kissed passionately. She pulled her g-string aside and slid my length into her tight little pussy. Before I knew it, she was grinding back and forth on me. Her tits were smacking me in my face. Instinctively, I started sucking her nipples and teasing her as she rode me.

“Daddy, your dick feels so good. You fuck me so good.” she moaned.

“Yeah, you were out there all wet and hiding your outfit. You’re a dirty fucking slut.” I told her.

April paused for a moment, reaching back and grabbing my phone. She opened the camera app and handed it to me.

“Treat me like a slut, Daddy.” she cooed. “Take some pictures of your slut fucking your big dick.” She began rocking back and forth again as I clicked away, getting some great shots of her in the throes of ecstasy. My favorite was of her mid-moan, with her hands squeezing her tits as hard as possible as she came all over my cock.

April collapsed next to me, almost entirely spent. I gave her a minute to catch her breath before telling her to go face down, ass up. I positioned myself behind her, and slid myself as far in as I could go before pulling all the way out.

“Oh my fucking god! Yes!” she screamed as I repeated this full in and out motion over and over again.

“Tell me you like it, slut.” I ordered.

“I fucking love it.” she squealed, short of breath.

“Beg me for it.” I commanded.

“Please … please, Daddy. Fuck your little slut. Oh, please.”

I stopped teasing and just went at her, pounding away while I slapped her ass and pulled her hair. April screamed and moaned and begged for more. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Daddy?” she asked, channeling the valley girl accent she knew was my weakness. “I want you to cum all over my ass. Cover me in it. Fuck!”

I pulled out, shooting several ropes of jizz all over April’s ass cheeks and a little on her lower back. It got on her garter belt and g-string, but that was okay. It’s not like she was going to wear that stuff for anything but a good fuck anyway.

I grabbed April a towel and helped her clean herself up. We both remarked how intense it had been. Then she asked to see the pictures I had taken.

“These are really hot.” she said scrolling through. “You’ve got some good ones to get off on when I’m not around.”

“Speaking of that,” I interjected. “I’ve still got a few more days off. Would it be possible to book some more time with my favorite slut?”

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