>Tags: [Exhibitionism] [“Daddy”] [“Good Girl”] [Praise] [Blowjob] [Choking] [Facial] [Rough Sex] [Spanking], mentions of [Drunkenness]
# All the World’s a Stage
The way the morning sun caught the steam dancing over her coffee made her feel content. She’d only been awake for an hour, grateful to have a morning cup to combat the glimmer of a hangover due to going overboard the night before. She was nestled in the breakfast nook of her acquaintance’s kitchen, and for a moment she thought on how this was a nice place for someone who worked in—only to be embarrassed that she couldn’t recall what he said he did for a living.
His heavy footsteps approached from the hallway, and she turned her attention away from the sunshine to watch him enter the kitchen. “Good morning,” she greeted.
Fresh out of the shower, he stood in the doorway wearing only a towel, which was draped around his hips. He didn’t return the greeting, but stared at her with a perplexed look.
“I made coffee,” she said, now nervous at his silence.
“I uh…” He started, then turned his attention to the counter where the coffee pot sat, “thanks—thank you.” He flattened his lips and looked back at her, “I thought you’d left.”
Her comfortable demeanor melted away, and she placed her mug on the table in front of her. “Oh I’m sorry, should I have?”
He shook his head, “No, uhh, it’s just… nobody has ever stayed before, made coffee or anything.”
“Okay,” she awkwardly acknowledged, “I was gonna get going after I finished this cup, but I can just go if this isn’t… your thing?”
“No, this is fine—totally fine. It’s nice, actually,” He motioned toward the coffee pot. “Thank you for making coffee, and,” his voice lowered, “…staying.”
This quelled her nerves. Smiling, she said, “I enjoyed last night, it just ended quickly and I’m really sorry about that.” She’d already been drunk by the time he brought her back to his home, so the whiskey-ginger he made for her would keep her in the bathroom after only a few minutes of heated kissing.
“I want you to know, I wasn’t going to have sex with you,” he stated sternly.
She raised her eyebrows at this. “Oh yeah?” she asked with genuine confusion.
“Well, I mean,” he expressed himself with his hands, a movement she thought to be adorable, “we were both really drunk, I didn’t want you to feel used, if I could even get it up—”
She interrupted his babbling, “Oh, you got it up.”
“Did I?” he asked, his confusion equally as genuine.
“I very clearly remember what little time I had in your lap,” she teased, “You were good to go.”
He laughed nervously, running a hand through his wet hair, “Okay, well…” he trailed off, unsure of what he even wanted to say.
“I’m feeling much better this morning,” she said, straightening her posture and pulling her shoulders back to accentuate her chest, her nipples visible through the thin cotton of her tank-top. She noticed his nostrils flare, and was certain she saw the faintest bit of movement underneath his towel. She continued with hope, “in case you don’t want me to leave just yet.”
His jaw clenched as he observed her body language, her sober consent relaxing his muscles—most of them, anyway. He took three long steps toward her and shoved the coffee table away so there was nothing between them.
“I don’t,” he said, voice deeper than before.
She adjusted herself so she sat facing him, her feet on the floor and legs spread wide, her hands planted on the cushions to either side of her.
As he approached her, she raised her chin to look up at him and couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sheer mass of him. He stood between her knees and gazed down at her, his breath trembling as lewd thoughts spun around in his mind. He reached an arm forward and wrapped his large hand around her neck, his grip firmer than she’d expected he would engage with.
He recalled the conversation they’d had at the bar when they were only a couple of drinks in, where she shared with him her adoration for receiving praise. She was so flirty, but she was also authentic, unafraid of presenting her full self to him without a hint of insecurity. He decided to use what he’d learned to both of their advantages.
Reaching for his towel with his free hand, he locked eyes with her, half-moaning, “You wanna be a good girl for me?”
The grin on her face grew without a second thought. She licked her lips as his grip grew tighter.
He took a risk with his choice of words as his continued, “You want to make Daddy happy with that little mouth of yours?”
Her breath hitched and she nodded excitedly, proving his choice to be the correct one.
His towel was loosened enough, and he dropped it to the floor, his penis springing forward from being previously secured against his hip. The way her eyes widened at what was now presented to her made his heart beat faster. With a deep breath he ordered, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
She obeyed, looking back up and batting her eyes at him. In this moment, there was no telling who was more eager to start. He felt her warm breath against the head of his cock, and he released her neck to instead grasp the back of her head. With minimal pressure, he guided her to lean forward, taking him all the way into her mouth until he breached her throat, her nose pressed against his belly.
“*Ffffffuck…*” he groaned aloud, holding her head firmly in place for a few seconds before he relinquished his strength, allowing her to pull back, her lips smoothly closing around the tip to leave a kiss at the end. To his surprise, she leaned forward to take him again, choosing to gag on him of her own volition.
“Holy fuck, baby girl,” he whispered under his breath, letting his hand drop to grant her full control.
She bobbed her head to savor his length, letting her tongue explore every inch of him. With every few casual motions she would press her face against him to suck him down as far as he could go, hold herself there to pet his shaft with her soft palette, then fall back to tease the head of his cock with wet, tender kisses. She brought one of her hands to stroke him in a swiveling motion to compliment her mouth’s movements, making his upper body shudder almost uncontrollably.
“God, yes… you’re taking me so nice… such a good girl for Daddy…” he sighed mindlessly, taken aback at her undeniable talents. His praise made her body tremble, causing her to moan around him, the vibrations sending a message to his brain that he would soon reach his climax at this rate.
He couldn’t let that happen. Not yet.
He suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as he pulled his hips back to release himself from her oral divinity. She cast her gaze up at him, the plea in her watery eyes making his cock ache to return to her lips. He released her hair and offered his hands for her to use for leverage, lifting herself off of the nook seat.
He grabbed her hips and commanded, “Turn around,” maneuvering her with his strong hands. She spun in place to face the window that looked out to his cul-de-sac.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about this version of the man she met last night, but she felt her core quiver at his dark voice, her panties already soaking through.
As he reached for the wide, fluffy pillow that sat on the edge of the nook, he tugged on the back of her shirt. “Take this shit off,” he hissed.
“Can a girl get a ‘please’?” she asked sarcastically, doing as she was told.
He dropped the pillow on the nook seat in front of her and used the same arm to hook around her waist and pull her against him, lightly sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck. He nibbled at her and kissed up and down her neck, which coaxed a giggle out of her.
Teasing her earlobe with his tongue, he hummed, “*Please* bend over for me.”
Her nipples perked at the heat of his words as well as his breath on her skin. She was lost in his lust, and though she had kept it to herself earlier, when it came to him, she wanted to feel used.
Perching her knees on the pillow he’d placed before her, she knelt and planted her hands on the shallow backrest of the breakfast nook.
“Such a good listener,” he moaned, palming himself. He looked her up and down, hardly able to keep himself still.
Without realizing it, she wiggled her ass in response to his praise, further enticing him to pounce. He reached toward her with his other hand, yanking her panties down her thighs and rubbing her clit to find how slick she truly was.
He groaned aloud, “You’re so wet… My little slut liked choking on Daddy’s cock, didn’t she?”
She took a deep breath through her nose, then peered over her shoulder at him to confess, “I *loved* it.”
He smirked at her and began to rub his shaft between her folds. “Hands on the glass.”
She looked down at her hands, then shifted her weight to plant them on the window. “Like this?” she asked inquisitively.
“Just like that,” he told her. He lined himself up with her entrance, then slid into her with ease, deliberately pacing himself to start slowly. She let out a pained whimper once he filled her to his hilt.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he panted, “You are a fucking dream.” He dug his fingers into the crux of her hips. “Daddy’s going to fuck you good and hard now. Take it like a good girl.”
Before she could think to respond, he pulled out nearly all of the way, and snapped his hips back against her ass, pressing her against the window. He didn’t hold back; his thrusts became ruthless, and she could barely hold back her cries of pleasure as he relentlessly stretched the walls of her pussy.
Out of her peripheral vision, she thought she had seen movement through the window. Using what little strength she could muster, she pushed back against the glass to look outside as he fucked her, and sure enough, there was a couple walking their dog, and a neighbor calling for someone, each of them seemingly focused on her.
“Ben,” she started, unsure of what to make of this discovery. She cast her gaze downward to avoid imminent eye contact with the strangers who were stalling on the sidewalk.
“Is my girl shy, huh?” He taunted, continuing to piston her for all to see.
Something inside her recoiled—a twinge of uncertainty which melted into ravenous curiosity. She kept her eyes closed as she faced back outside, then opened them suddenly when he thrust into her particularly hard, her breasts now flat against the glass.
“I…oh *God…*” she stuttered.
“You can be loud, sweetie. Tell them who your Daddy is,” he huffed, releasing her hip to pull one hand back and bringing it forward to land on her ass with a loud *smack!*
“Fuck!” she cried. She couldn’t think, her breath was fogging the glass around her face, blurring the faces of the gathered neighbors. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the house, accompanied by sharp slaps as his hand continued to make impact with her luscious ass.
“Who’s your fucking daddy,” he grunted through gritted teeth. He rubbed the spot where clear handprints were already starting to welt before laying into her again.
“You—you are—” she gasped. She’d never been spanked so rigorously before, the pain searing through her like electric shocks, one after the other.
“Whose cock is gonna make you cum?” he growled, laying one final slap on her reddened cheek.
It was enough to drive her over the edge, she let go of her last moment in reality and surrendered to an orgasm unlike any she’d had before. With the side of her face flushed against the window, hands balled into fists, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she screamed, “Ben!! Oh God, Ben I’m cumming! Cumming*—fuck!*”
Suddenly she could feel her heartbeat all over her skin, her cunt throbbing around his thick member, ecstasy radiating from her center through every hair on her body.
“That’s right, my sweet little whore… fuck, I’m close too…” He released her ass cheek and leaned forward to grip her shoulder for leverage. He could feel her cervix with the head of his cock as he fucked into her with an animalistic fervor. “Baby, I wanna fill this perfect little pussy with my cum so bad… but we’ve got quite the audience.”
She was still convulsing around him, hardly able to make sense of his words. Trying to catch her breath, her eyes fluttered open to see what he’d meant: Every home on the cul-de-sac had at least one person standing on their lawn, some shielding their eyes from the sun, others covering their mouths, a couple with their phones out—all of their attention solely on her.
He groaned loudly and pulled out of her, pumping himself vigorously and tugging her away from the window by her shoulder. She sat on her knees and turned herself to give a view of her profile as he took his position at an angle to allow the perfect view between the two of them. He stood across from her, his movements beginning to stutter.
She smiled up at him after suddenly understanding what he wanted, realizing it was what she wanted as well. Their eyes locked on each other, and she opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out slightly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I want you to swallow my cum, babydoll,” his breath hitched as he grabbed her hair with his free head and yanked her head back. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her tongue and lips, and his climax took hold of him.
*“Oh shit…”* he hissed, strings of his semen shooting into her mouth and onto her face. She shuddered at the heat of his cum dripping down her cheeks as she savored his bitter flavor before swallowing it down. He thought his knees might buckle between his full-body spasms and the view of her gladly receiving him.
Panting heavily, he peered outside his window at his neighbors and reached for a string hanging against the wall. He muttered, “Show’s over,” and drew the blinds which acted as curtains dropping after a performance.
He plopped onto the seat of the nook beside her, the rest of his body growing limp before his dick could. Using his discarded bath towel, she wiped the remnants of his spend from her face and dropped it back on the floor. She let herself fall forward to rest her head on his thigh, sighing heavily with a muffled, “Wow.”
He let out a chuckle from deep in his chest and placed a hand on her head. As he started to play with her hair, he asked sincerely, “Was all of that okay for you?”
She giggled at how little she understood this man. “You’re like Jekyll and Hyde. You’re sweet, then ferocious, then gentle—”
“Is that a ‘yes’?” he interrupted.
She rolled her head to the side so she could look up at him with a smirk, but his handsome face gazing down at her made her feel like she could melt then and there. With butterflies in her stomach, she answered, “You made me feel used in the best possible way.”
A grin grew on his face, and he raised an eyebrow with a devious suggestion, “Then let me know when you’re ready for an encore.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qsm341/all_the_worlds_a_stage_pasted_from_my_ao3_mf_tags