We had a thing, he and I. We were – on paper – not the most obvious match. Me: tall, dark, bearded, professional, deeply male, almost forty. You: nearly twenty years younger, a beautiful boi, short hair, tiny cock, gorgeous pussy. We found each other on the Internet – that’s how life is – and it just got more intense from there. He wanted more and I happily gave it; he helped me understand what it meant to be a dominant and a good daddy and I helped him find new corners of submission. It was a deal that worked.
It was dusk. That was when he was alone in his apartment. When all the others were out. The door was never unlocked when he knew I was coming. It was part of the deal, part of the agreement that he was mine and I could come and have him.
I walked in and closed the door behind me. I knew he’d be waiting in his room. It was where he was. He was in the last ray of sunlight from the window, a golden orange. He wore a mesh top over his bra, a pair of combat trousers. His hair was as short as always, those big round glasses on his nose. The way he looked at me. Ugh, over the glasses, up at me. That look of fear, and lust as he ground his ass and hips back at the wall.
‘Have you been thinking about me today?’ I walked closer.
‘Y…yes daddy.’ He was alway shy, always nervous, his alto voice loud in the quiet.
‘Show me your tits.’ He complied immediately, lifting up the mesh, lifting up the black bra and dropping his B-cup breasts. He held the top and bra up. It was lewd, a show. I reached down and cuffed one then the other.
‘Good little slut.’ I smiled. ‘Are you going to be a good boy for daddy?’
He nodded. I stepped in and kissed him. He was eager, needy, his hot mouth open as I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. He had a pair of boxer briefs on and I rubbed his cock through them, sliding down to feel the heat of his mound, of his wet hole. The shorts were already damp.
I slid my hand down over his belly and inside the shorts, feeling how hard his little cock was, and how deliciously soaked his cunt was. I put a finger into him immediately. He grabbed my arm, held onto me and moaned as I fingered him. It felt as naughty as the first time. I took his wetness and rubbed his cock with my palm, the reached down and put two fingers into him.
I pushed him back against the wall and pinned one wrist above his head while I fingered him.
‘Cum,’ I instructed. ‘Cum for daddy like a good boi.’
‘Oh fuuuck…’ he shuddered immediately. I felt his knees weaken, felt his pussy get wetter. I fingered him deeper, the wet sounds filling the room. He whimpered. ‘Daddy…’ his voice broke as he came hard in my hand, shaking and leaning against me, his nipples hard against my arm. I took my hand from his pussy and played with his tits as he held me for support. I pushed his pants and shorts down the the floor and drew him into me for another deep kiss.
I pushed him onto his knees.
‘Put your hands behind your back and suck my cock.’ I unbuttoned my jeans and freed myself. Seven thick inches.
He licked his lips. ‘Yes daddy.’ He opened wide and sucked the tip, already wet with pre cum. I took his head in my hands and pushed myself into his mouth, reaching down to cup his tits and then spank them as I felt his wet mouth round my shaft.
‘That’s it baby boy, show daddy what a little slut you are.’
He pushed himself further, making himself gag and drew back and a strand of spit hung between my cock and his sweet mouth.
‘What do you say?’
‘Thank you sir. Thank you daddy.’ He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. That was cute.
I squatted down and kissed him again because he was too sweet not to. It was romantic, the way we wanted our tongues in each other’s mouths so much. How he opened his legs so I could put my fingers in him. How his little hand wrapped round my shaft to pull the head of my cock towards his soaked cunt.
I lifted him onto the edge of the bed and took him like that, holding his legs apart, my thick cock spreading his pussy wide open, my thumb running along the hood of his cock, along its slick, pretty shaft.
‘Oh daddy you’re cock is so deep inside me….’
I brushed his cheek and put my thumb in his mouth to suck. ‘Good boy…’ I gave him my full length. He took it well, lofting his hips, holding his tits and squeezing them hard, a pretty show for me. I pumped harder, faster. There would be time for romance later. Now I needed to cum, to remind him he was mine. I pushed his legs together.
‘You feel so good baby boy.’ I moaned and he moaned too.
‘Thank you daddy are you going to cum for me?’ He always knew what to say.
‘On your knees again.’
He was quick to comply. He slid of the bed and knelt with his tongue out. I put my cock back in his mouth and gave a couple of strokes. I felt his little hand on my balls and that tipped me over. I pulled back and shot thick cum over his cheek and lips and then put my cock back I to his mouth to finish. He sucked hard as I came hard.
When I was done we curled up on his bed with his stuffies and he put his head on my chest. He stroked my cock slowly and I fingered him and told him what a good boy he was. Soon I was hard again. The night had just begun…
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