Second story I’ve written, all of it is true! Please give me constructive feedback ?

As I lay in bed writing my first story, my boyfriend peeks over my shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks. I tell him I’m writing some of our sexual adventures down. He’s quiet for a moment. I brace myself for a slap on the ass, thinking that he’s mad at me for wanting to share our stories with strangers. Surprisingly, he kisses my shoulder and rolls back over, leaving me to write.

After I get a few more paragraphs done, he asks to read it. I feel embarrassed and worried, but I know a good whore never says no to anything, so I pass over my phone. He reads it once over quickly, and then again more slowly. I glance up at his face and he smiles, kissing me on he forehead, “this is great, slut. Keep writing.”

I ask him a couple of questions and he gives some tips. I want to make sure that the most men get off to my story. I’m a good whore, that’s my job. I pretend I don’t notice his cock getting hard against my leg.

I finish writing and have my bf read it over again. I can see his hard dick through his underwear and reach out to stroke it. He pulls my hand closer and into his boxers, “get to work,” he growls. As hes reading I start playing with his cock and stroking his balls. He moans a little as he gets to the the climax of my story. I smile and start jerking him off even faster.

He pushes my hand away and sits up, throwing my phone onto the carpeted bedroom floor. I jerk back in surprise, flinching from the slap that I’m sure is coming. He grabs my hair and pulls me closer, kissing my lips till I relax into his chest. “You’ve been such a good girl, writing that story for daddy” he whispers against my ear. He lowers me back to the bed, still kissing my neck and chest.

I can feel his hard cock teasing my already dripping pussy. He knows how much I love being called his good girl. I look up at him, “please fuck me daddy,” I beg. He loves it. I feel his hard cock slam into me and I almost orgasm immediately, and he knows it. He leans over me, “you’ve been good, you can cum without permission as much as you want… just count them outloud and thank your master each time.”

I’m ecstatic, daddy never let’s me cum as much as I want. I immediately moan, “I’m cumming, thank you daddy” as an orgasm pulses through my body. He smiles and fucks me slower until I come back down from the high. “One, thank you sir” I say when I catch my breath.

After 7 orgasms he slowly pulls out of my sore pussy and softly tells me to flip over. I obey. Once on my hands and knees he rams his hard cock into my pussy again. I muffle my scream with the pillow so I dont wake his roommate. “Eight” I moan, “thank you sir.” He keeps pounding his dick into me and I cry out, “daddy I’m so sore, please be gentle.” He isn’t gentle. I know he loves hurting me, and I secretly love it too.

After 9 orgasms I can feel him speed up. “Let me cum with you daddy, please” I moan. He grunts an affirmative and digs his fingernails into my ass. I can feel him release into my sore, wet, pussy and I cry out, “ten, oh thank you daddy” as I collapse onto the bed. He pumps into me a couple more times, making sure none of his hot cum drips out.

Once hes finished, he rolls off me and I curl up into his arms. We lay like this for a while, he strokes my hair, until he finally says, “I think you can tell that I really enjoy your story… for every one you write, you get this reward.” I smile up at him, already thinking of the next story I’ll write for daddy and all his friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/glqaov/second_story_ive_written_all_of_it_is_true_please