[F] I played the bratty fuckdoll for my older neighbor after a bad date

When I graduated high school, I decided to take a gap year before going to college. I was working at a good paying job in my hometown and felt just too burnt out from high school to immediately jump into college. My father was not happy, but we ended up making an okay compromise. I would move out and get my own apartment with some friends and would go to college when I was ready. I think he was just worried about me not taking on “adult things” like living on my own and whatnot so this deal worked out. I moved out to an apartment complex near my home and continued working and enjoying my break. As soon as I moved, I met Brandon.

Brandon at the time was a 43-year-old divorcee living on his own in the apartments. He lived right next to my two roommates and I, and was arguably the sweetest gentleman I have ever met in my life. Not knowing us at all, he went out of his way to help us move in that day. He was awesome. We quickly developed a good friendship with him, to the point when he had his two girls, they would hang out with us before and after school until he got home from work. We loved those little girls and by virtue of being close we began to like him. Now Brandon was a fucking hunk of an older man. He worked for a construction firm in my town and therefore had a physical appearance to match. He was that stereotypical deeply tanned Adonis in every romance flick. He stood quite tall and dwarfed my petite ass. Generally clean shaven with a light shadow beard and longer hair all salt and pepper coloring. I bring this to you both for my enjoyment of writing detail and remembering the hot piece of man that plowed me for a few months regularly. Anyways back to the story!

The first time we ever fucked still holds a special place in my heart. It’s not my favorite, but it’s a good place to start for now. Every Friday evening, I would be taking care of his children on my own. My roommates worked late evening/night shifts and he would try to schedule dates with women he met online I think. He always wanted his daughters to have both a mother and father parental figure at all times when they were with him, so he was on the hunt for a new “Mommy”. Now while that did not interest, I admit I was jealous that I never got any attention from him. A month into our relationship as friends I was flirting with him. It had been three months since that point, and to his credit, he still acted like a saint. To make a long story short, he returned home early that night and it was clear the night did not go as planned. The look of a frustrated man who had been looking forward to getting some lovin’ that night but had been left high and dry.

His daughters had slept on my bed as they always did on late Friday nights before their dad came to pick them up. As I mentioned, her arrived early to get them, but instead of just letting him in to get the two in my room, he and I spent time talking in my kitchen instead. Just friendly talk about how the date went, the latest news of our shared favorite football team, etc. It took a little bit but I managed to get him to open up about why the night ended so early. He tried to be vague so the best answer I got was “They had been sexting and planning to do something after dinner, then she bailed on that by not inviting him into her house when he dropped her off”. I felt this was my chance to try to play a role I had wanted to play with Brandon for awhile now.

I started to verbally tease him. Telling him he looked frustrated and he “could really use some help with that”. He seemed to get the innuendo, but tried to play it cool. I kept pushing. We were standing on opposite sides of my kitchen counter and so I started leaning in. Reaching out a hand to gently stroke his cheek and wrap around the back of his neck so I could pull him down to meet me. I offered in no vague terms to help him out with his frustrations as I finally got him to cave and lean down to kiss me. He treated me very gently, but I think that only made me hungrier for him. The kiss lasted awhile, making out across my kitchen counter in an increasingly heated fashion until we finally separated. Only for me to come around the counter and get closer. We made out again accompanied by me stroking him through his jeans. We decided it was best to move to his apartment next door for the time being. I could lock my door and chances were the girls would remain asleep in my room safe and sound until we were back.

A quick jump cut and we had barely made it to his room. He took every chance to pin me to the hallway walls or his door to make out with me as we went. I reciprocated happily, my hands being very adventurous as we went. Finally, we got into his room and the clothes came off…fast. I was too horny to play it slow, so I got his shirt and pants off quickly. He was a bit clumsy but stripped me down completely. I didn’t even have to ask before he lifted me onto his bed. Kneeling down at the edge to eat me out. His tongue was heavenly and he knew just how to suck on my clit. I made sure to moan for him like a good girl while tugging at his hair and begging for more. I think the begging got to him because when he got up from what he was doing, he was all to insistent on me being a good girl who obeyed his commands. I knew I wanted to give in, but I also just had a feeling he’d appreciate it if I didn’t give in 100% right away.

He had made me cum twice during cunnilingus, so it was hard to speak for a second, but I managed to get out something to the effect of “What if I don’t want to listen?” Turns out, that wasn’t the right answer for him. He grabbed my arms and flipped me easily. The gentleman was gone and now he was a horned-up beast looking for total submission. Of course he made sure I was still consenting, but he was also all too happy to use one of his big hands to keep my arms pinned above my head and me face down on his bed. He started to alternate between fingering me in that position and spanking my ass. Each spank sending shocks up my spine and making me squeak for him. He kept demanding I be good but I refused. This absolutely devious minded man had the perfect strategy to break me though. He had found my hypersensitivity during oral, and was now using that to his advantage. Fingering me roughly and getting me to an edge before denying me. Normally I’m not a fan of orgasm denial, but the way he was doing it was so fucking hot! He kept edging me and demanding me to beg. To call him Daddy and Sir and beg for him to let me cum. He made me promise to be a good girl and do whatever he said. I eventually had to give in and he let me cum. It’s one of the biggest squirting orgasms I’ve ever had.

We then moved on. He removed his underwear and straddled my chest. Putting his cock in my face and telling me to suck it like a good girl would. I of course started easily enough. Licking and sucking on his head, but when he wanted more, I refused. Playing the brat again and giving very sarcastic “I don’t wanna” type responses when he ordered me to blow him. Well Brandon didn’t like that and took my hair in two handfuls. It was down that night and easy to grab. He used them as handlebars as he pulled my head forward and thrust into my mouth to match. Not going too deep but making it clear he would be getting his dick sucked tonight regardless of how his bratty date was acting. Slowly though, I think he realized I was eagerly sucking as he facefucked me and pushed the limits. Beginning to try to get me to deepthroat as he thrusted. I would argue he was average size so it was easier to get him down my throat. He stayed in that position for a while, using my hair to pull my head as he thrusted into my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing and taste his pre-cum as he leaked it onto my tongue. I tried to use said tongue to tease his shaft and head underside as much as possible. I didn’t want him to cum fast, but I couldn’t resist giving Daddy Brandon the best head I could.

He decided it was time to move on and pulled away. He asked me how I wanted to be fucked, and I couldn’t help but ask if he wanted his little brat to ride him. Show him just how obedient she could be. I swear I saw his cock jump in excitement as he rushed into position. A minute of fumbling, putting on a condom, and readjusting with my hand on his cock stroking, unable to let go, we were in position. I slid down on him while straddling his hips and began tor ride. He felt great inside me and I think I felt great around him from the way his eyes rolled up into his head and he gripped my hips. He thrust up into me as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts. It was a great feeling and it brought me a couple new orgasms. The problem was, he made me beg for each of those. All to show him just how desperate his bratty little slut was to get his cock and cum around it. He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would. Though I think it took a lot.

He announced he was going to cum and so I asked where he wanted to finish. He gave me…creative liberties on that decision so I took my favorite. I jumped off of him and kneeled between his legs. He was lying on the bed so I had to bend my face down to meet him. I took off the condom and worshipped his cock. Licking, sucking, and stroking as he wriggled in pleasure. Finally, as I was kissing his shaft and using my hand to tease his tip, he came. I stroked the base of his shaft and licked his balls as he came onto my face. Me titling my head slightly to the side to catch his spurts on my cheek. He came a great deal and I still masturbate to the memory today. After which he had to tap out and I felt satisfied as well. He watched me intently as I used my fingers to clean up what I could and lick it off. I’ll skip the details but we cuddled afterwards for a good hour. Talking about what happened, making confessions, and asking what this was. Like I said, I was not interested in being a mother at the time and so I just offered to be his bratty little fucktoy. Willing to pleasure him when he got home from a tough day at work or a bad date. He liked the idea and said he would consider it. A short shower later and he got his daughters from my place and I went to bed.

And that was the first time we fucked. We had a few interactions after that, some of which I may want to write later in the future. Especially my favorite time with him involving a little bondage and a special guest who happened to be his date that night. I moved out almost two thirds of a year later and haven’t held much contact with him since going to college. But I really still like the time I had with Brandon.

I hope you enjoyed!

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