I skipped work to get [f]ucked and creampied

Nobody is a fan of Mondays. When Monday morning rolled around and I found myself wide awake and not bothered for the day, I called in sick and brought my toys out of my drawer.

I was still horny from the hookup the night before. He was big and thick, as his screename on the adult website we met on indicated. My lips would stretch to their limit every time I’d attempt to slide them deeper down his cock. It came time for us to fuck and I rode him. Came a few times and asked him to pound me missionary so I could feel him deep. And that was it. He came and left a massive load in me that trickled out every time my swollen post-orgasm pussy pulsated.

We were done in 20 minutes and I asked if he’d wanted to go another round. It was late for me and I joked that I was willing to make an exception for him. He countered that we fucked so quickly and efficiently it was convenient. He was pretty happy with himself. I left feeling disappointed. I went home and used his cum to slide my dildo in, fucked myself until I was tired but still slept unsatisfied.

Monday I checked my messages while toying myself, a ritual I do almost every morning to wake up. I’d been messaging this older daddy for a while but hadn’t found the right time to meet up. His cock looked deliciously thick in his photos. He asked me to meet him in the city, but it was cold and raining and the thought of taking the train home during peak hour reeking of sex and cum was a sad level of slutty I did not want to go to. He offered to book a hotel ten minutes away. That worked for me.

I shaved. Showered. Made sure I had an appropriate amount of makeup but not so much that it’d end up imprinted on the sheets and smearing into a horrible mess. I sucked his cock first. I guess my teasing wasn’t okay with him because he gently thrust into my mouth and made me gag a few times. I could feel his cock getting harder every time I’d surface after gagging with teary eyes.

He said I needed to show him how much of a slut I could be for daddy. I begged him to fuck me and we got to the bed. He teased me too. Only sliding the tip of his cock into my slick pussy at first. I’d angle myself under him, desperate to get more. To be filled. He was patient and would only feed me a little at a time no matter how much I begged for it.

Then he plunged it all in at once. Keeping a steady rhythm. I moaned underneath him. I could hear how wet I was as he slid in and out of me. The bed was right next to the front door and I could hear people passing by in the hallway. I wondered aloud if they could hear us and he fucked me hard enough to make sure they did.

There was a lot of touching, groping, teasing. I cracked out the oil and gave his cock a long, teasing handjob; enjoying the look of pleasure on his face as I worked his cock in my hands. I’d bring him to the edge and stop. Then start all over again.

We fucked again and he finally came in me. The feeling of being pumped full of cum always sends me crazy and I wanted more. More pounding. More cum. He groped and fingered me while I toyed my clit. We fucked once more before it was time for checkout. He left another load in me and I left my panties in my bag.

I dropped him off at the train station. I needed to buy some groceries for dinner and went shopping with his cum being rubbed between my thighs. It was a good Monday.

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