Stolen Daddy [FM].

From the moment he walked into the room I was blushing. His eyes pierced my protective barrier and looked deeply into me. I felt wholly exposed. From skin to heart he was bathing me in his devious grin. Dark moody eyes covering me. His deep voice filling my ears and giving me chills. Instantly I wanted to have him all to myself but as unlikely as this encounter was, I’d have to share him with another. Or rather she was sharing with me. At least for a moment.

I was contemplating not going at all. But something willed me there. A last minute threesome turned foursome by fate or luck. The universe giving me a break from the parade of fun yet completely meaningless hook ups that I had shown up once again to entertain. This felt different from the start though. I just had to have him. A quick smoke and he was already making me squirm. My pussy getting juicy as he is showering me with excitement to play. And fucking me with his eyes.

The moment I kissed him I felt connected to him somehow. His fingers entered me and he was elated at how wet I was for him. He puts his fingers in my tight ass as he eagerly went to work on my pussy with his mouth. Licking and sucking my clit until I was a wet puddle in his hands. Pulling me to the edge of the bed he turned me over. He grabbed me by the hips and fucked me hard from behind. Caressing every curve. Spanking me mercilessly. Pounding my shoulders into the cheap hotel mattress with every throbbing thrust as I moan in ecstasy. I am eager to put his cock in my mouth. Show him how I will worship his cock when he is mine. Unsure of where the confidence to take him for myself is coming from. He is working both of us bouncing between the two of us and telling us to play with each other. I am delighted to put on a show for him. Playfully exploring. Playing to the camera he is holding with my best “fuck me” eyes.

Then he fucks me again. This time harder and with more intensity. I’m on all fours cumming and moaning with him behind me just as the fourth play mate arrives. When we finished we went out for a smoke. It was our first moment alone after that fantastic fuck and I was nervous to be so close to him. His smile and eyes were melting me and instantly I wanted to be owned by him. Used by him. In service to his every desire. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of greed for his cock and his kiss. Suddenly sharing felt unfair. But I needed to play along like a good girl. Fuck the other guy in the room while he fucked the other girl. I’d fuck the girl too. But I didn’t want to watch him take her at the edge of the bed. Grab her tits and thrust his cock into her. I didn’t want to watch her put his cock in her mouth. I closed my eyes tight as this other guy was carelessly eating me with his stubbled cheeks scratching my pussy raw. I played along. So long as I could. I couldn’t cum and was growing annoyed by the effort. I was dry and done. And I was awkwardly feigning interest.

I thought he must feel the same way. That ache in my gut watching someone I like kiss and fuck with someone else. The jealousy and impatience. When is it my turn to feel him again? Then at long last we traded partners and he touched me and my pussy dripped. He kissed me and my legs shook. I knew he felt it too. The ravenous primal feeling when you finally catch up with your prey in a sweaty frenzy to tear them to shreds with mighty paws and consume them from the inside out before the freshness of the catch is gone. He locked eyes with me as his cock was deep in me and I knew what he was thinking. We needed A chance to plan our escape. A quick smoke. Once outside he made his intentions very clear. He wanted me all to himself. Not just for one night. And I couldn’t wait to be alone in his arms. So at that moment we stole the night and each other. Making out like theives with fistsfull of each others flesh and a belly full of butterflies. To his place where we can give each other undivided attention.

We are electric. Fucking like the animals we had become for each other. Exchanging power and praise until long after sunrise when we both collapse from exhaustion. Breathless and satisfied. My pussy is swollen and burning hot. Moist and red. Ready for him again and again.

It was an unlikely meeting. The kind of chance encounter that one writes about in her diary after a long sleepless night with the mascara still running down my cheeks and my disheveled hair tickling my neck. Anxious to write it all down at once, lest I lose a single detail.

Now, weeks later I submit like I’ve never before. To see if he can handle the depth and intensity of my devotion. The things I would do with such devotion are vast and boundless. He is testing my limits. Pushing me. To take him deeper. Be vulnerable. Give him permission to use me for his every whimsy. And I do give him permission. For everything. Stripped away all limitations. There are no safe places without him. Anything he asks of me are his. An unlikely encounter leaving me under the protection and guidance of a strong and sexy Daddy. Finally owned completely.

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