It started on the coach across, i could see the strap on your thigh so easily visible because your dress was so short. I was curious before this, we’d fucked at a house party a few weeks earlier and the quick, fierce, violent fucking had left me wanting for *so* much more. Now I didn’t just want you, i craved the taste of you like the nicotine from those pink roll up cigarettes we smoke after we fuck. Who knew in my late 20’s I’d still be fucking 18 year old sluts.
As we walked around the city browsing in shops, lightly brushing skin against skin, my mind started to rapidly flash intense images of all the things this Daddy couldn’t wait to do to his Brat. The tension in the lingerie shop was palpable, i ran my hand over the outfits, toys, ropes, leashes, cuffs and gags and you waited patiently with that deceivingly innocent look on your face. I knew we were to share an apartment with friends from work so I’d already decided your present would be a ball gag, but the curiosity in your eyes as I hope you imagined the fun we will have with each of the gifts your Daddy will buy you drove me crazy. I could feel my hard cock pressed against my leg, rubbing against my jeans and when my hands grasped the leather of the ball gags strap behind your head it was all i could do not to order you to your knees there and then. The other customers would be lucky to see such a show.
We walked quicker, and quicker to the apartment knowing in a few short hours our work friends would arrive and I would assume my role as a the loud mouthed, arrogant boyfriend and you would slip effortlessly back into the role they had picked out for you, the work place slut. MY work place slut. They couldn’t see you like your Daddy did, free, curious, and in search of something you were yet to find, but this Daddy knew he had found his brat and she was ready to be trained for his specific style of sexual ultraviolence.
When we got to the apartment the owner who was leasing it was late, we sat on the bench and drank vodka my cock had been hard the entire way and now with you sitting on the bench with your skirt riding higher, and higher, that black strap on show my imagination was running riot with everything I was going to do to you and have you do to me.
As soon as he let us in we thanked him and explored, I seen a full body mirror hanging on a wall in the dining area and i was transfixed. You began snapping nudes on your phone and I stood enjoying your tease, well fuck. In the bedroom I slowly cracked my knuckes, and flexed my neck and back as you chatted away, oblivious to my ritual of ‘pulling on a mask’ I turned and with a slight smirk and asked;
“Aren’t you going to get down on your knees for Daddy?”
Your eyes changed and you silently bent down, I smirked and brought my hand palm down across your soft skin.
“I asked a question”
“Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy.”
I allowed you to bring my hard cock out of my jeans, teasing the tip with your tongue and grabbing the base as you slowly, impossibly erotically slid almost my entire cock down your throat. I’d forgotten about that talent of yours. My hand started to clench with anticipation but I knew that this time we had alone couldn’t be wasted with a ‘quickie’ and so I slid my cock slowly, forcefully into your mouth and down to your throat. Faster. Harder. I pulled my cock out and commanded;
“Spit.”
Never shouting, simply allowing my tone to let you know that I was to be obeyed, feeding my power fantasy.
You spit on the end of my cock and then put it back in your mouth, kissing it and letting a large pool of spit trail onto me. I’ve had girls try to tease me before but my willpower, my patience they’re hard to break. I pulled you up by the throat and let you drop onto the bed, I brought the ball gag from your backpack and looped it around your mouth.
“Comfortable babygirl?”
A soft moan escaped your throat, you couldn’t speak, even your voice was under my control now. I struck out at your hand, and pulled you up to the two symmertrical pillars by the doorway of the bedroom. I placed one hand on one and one on another, cursing internally because I hadn’t brought any rope. A mistake I wouldn’t make again. I slipped your panties to the side and spat onto my fingers, my mouth was dry, fucking cocaine. I commanded for spit and you obeyed, sucking on my index finger like you had my cock minutes before. I was mad with lust, all I wanted was to be inside you fucking your tight, shaven pussy and letting my teeth sink into your skin and taste the blood under your skin, see the bruises, trace my fingers over the bumps and scars my teeth leave. Soon. I’d enjoy these marks later on with our friends sitting refusing to ask about them because of their socially awkward nature, the fun the wolves could have among the sheep mmm, babygirl?
I teased with my finger before slipping it inside you, fuck. You were so impossible wet, yet so tight and it drove me crazy i couldn’t wait to be inside you, so i didn’t. I gave into temptation.
I grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, a sharp breathe escaped your nose and I pulled harder. This was going to hurt, *i promise*. I brought my other hand across your bare ass cheek, enjoying the reverbrating echo in the small empty room. And again. Again. I could see the red outline of my hand on my brats all too perfect ass cheek and I smiled, I broke my mask and allowed myself a second of self contained pride. I slipped my hard cock into you, so wet, warm and you arched your back up between the pillars welcoming your Daddy inside. I let go of your hair and wrapped my fingers around your throat from behind, the other hand I use to sharply slap you across the face as i slowly, started to fuck you.
Harder, Harder. Never quicker, not yet. I could feel the tension ramping up as the time passed by, but i wasn’t ready to end this and it would end only when I said so.
I slowed, and stopped. Turning you by the throat and commanded;
“Go bend over the dining table, in front of the mirror, and look at how hot you look for your Daddy today.”
Another moan escaped your throat.
I stood for minute, my leg shaking from propping up your legs against the pillars. I smirked and started to walk out, then I turned and walked back in noting the baggie of cocaine on the table. I’ll have that off of your shaved pussy later i thought, you’ll act as my table, perhaps i’ll have you lay out in front of the others and do it there. I grabbed a drink, smiling at the idea of you lying naked in front of our mild mannered work friends while i snorted a line of pure white cocaine off of my 18 year old Brats shaved pussy, and walked through, you stood, bent over the table, waiting patiently. I looked into your eyes in the mirror and your ball gag was off, you smiled.
I smiled. Then slipped my mask back on and brought my backhand down across your bare, already bruising ass cheek. Until now I had been kind, I had been lightly teasing and now i wouldn’t hold back.
Again by the throat i pulled your head down onto the table, angling your chin up so you could see your face in the mirror. It wasn’t fair that only Daddy could enjoy the way his Brat looked. We went back at it hard, but this time with a difference. I was about to show you how much I enjoyed sinking my teeth into your shoulder, your neck, collarbones. And I started fucking, violently, harder, slower then quicker building a rythm we were new to each other and I wanted to try to repay the happiness you had brought your Daddy already. I turned your cheek and spat onto your face, it was across your face and lips and teased me for what was to come. I forced myself to take my eyes off of the mirror and lost myself in the moment, feeling every second, every sensation of my hard cock in your wet pussy, my hand coming down across the soft skin of your ass cheeks and face, my fingers in your mouth and your tongue teasing them. I’ve fucked more for sport and numbers that I can remember but this I wanted to enjoy every moment.
5 minutes until our friends arrive, **and Daddy isn’t finished with his brat.**
We moved back to the bedroom and this time i found myself following you, your hand pulling my hand through. I knew I couldv’e locked the apartment door and spent the rest of the night exploring your body and all the intense, ultraviolent, lust fuelled fantasys my imagination offered. But that would come later that night as our friends slept in the rooms around us.
You went to bite my neck and i stared you down, I’d have loved to have felt your teeth sink into my skin leaving your own little mark but the drama from my girlfriend sitting waiting at home wouldn’t be worth it. Your shoulders were red, bleeding and bruising fast and this filled me with satisfaction, I commanded one last time
“Get on your knees for daddy”
And again you didn’t reply;
“Sorry Daddy, yes Daddy.”
That one must have stung i could feel it in the back of my hand and your cheek was red, you smirked and i waited daring you to tell me that it didn’t hurt. But we didn’t have time. You grabbed the base of my cock and slipped it into your mouth, i began face fucking you until i knew i was close. My hard cock hitting the back of your throat, daring your gag relfex to trigger. You looked up with those innocent eyes and caught my own, the mask slipped and I grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back a little, extending to my full height, onto my tiptoes with my toes curled into the carpet, your tongue slipped from your mouth and i found myself wanking furiously against it every so often your mouth wrapping around it and your tongue teasing the head.
“Fuck.”
My jaw tightened and locked, teeth grinding down onto one another as I came, my leg trembling slightly, it shot down the side of your face and onto your small perky tits, cum already hanging from your nipple piercing and the ball gag I’d bought you covered, and again i came. This time back your throat, the tip of my hard cock ultra sensitive and you wouldn’t let up, sucking and teasing with your tongue. And again, I came. My hand clenched into a fist on your tender shoulder, I looked down and smiled baring all of the sharp teeth that had been sunken into your shoulders. I picked up your phone and commanded you to unlock it, photo after photo of my brat covered in her daddys cum arrived on my phone as i walked out of the street looping the block slowly replaying what had happened in my head. I knocked at the door and my friends welcomed me, you standing in the back.
“Why don’t you show me around…”
I smirked and with a quick glimpse of the bruises on your shoulder fuelling me again for the night ahead i walked in and grabbed a drink.
Daddy x Brat [pt.i]
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5dhzy/i_still_cant_believe_they_paid_for_an_apartment