Author: Daddyslittleangel155

She knocks on her final door tiredly, the last flyer clutched in her hand.

The door opens, and without looking up, she says: “Hi, I’m Rose, my neighbor’s lost his dog, he um…” She holds the flyer out, looks up at you and freezes. Blinks, remembers herself. Swallows.

“He looks like this,” she says a little hoarsely.

You take the flyer, and pretend to look at it while subtly checking her out. Petite, about half your size, but she clearly works out. A quiet kind of confidence about her that makes her strangely sexy. She’s watching you through her lashes, not even trying to conceal her interest.

“How about you come in and tell me about it?” You ask, smiling warmly.

She hesitates. “I… It’s ok, it’s been a long day, I’ve been walking around for a few hours now.”

“All the more reason to come in then. Rest your feet.”

She sighs. “Its tempting… I really should go though…”

“Come on, you know you want to,” you say, a little joking, a little teasing.

She laughs, gives in. “Alright, I’ll come.” Read more »

She knelt on the floor, naked, waiting. She hoped Sir would hurry, but suspected he was playing with her. Making her worry that he’d not come, and someone else would find her in this state.

The door opened.

He stepped though. Dressed more causally, a bag over his shoulder, with a set to his shoulders and a gleam in his eye that hinted at danger. Dominance. Desire. She swallowed, her mouth dry.

He shut the door, and sat on the bed, ignoring her completely. He opened the bag, the zipper startlingly loud in an otherwise silent room. He remove things from it, arrayed them on the bed. Things she couldn’t see from this angle. A thrill of anticipation clutched her core.

*’So you can see what being used is really like’* she heard him say again. A memory she’d been replaying all week.

“Get up and come here.” He said abruptly. She moved to stand. “Crawl, you stupid slut.”

*’Used…’*. She crawled until she was staring at his feet.

“Look up.” Her eyes flicked up tentatively. Her heart stuttered for a second as she saw his pleasure at her state, his desire to take her warring with his need to play. Read more »

I need you. Need you to make me beg for just a little taste of your cock, force me to describe exactly what I want you to do for me.

Stroke your cock in that way that makes me moan, tie me up so I can’t touch myself while you tease me with it. While you straddle me and fuck my face, or pin me down and use my tight little pussy or ass. Because all my holes are yours to use whenever you want.

Because I’m your desperate little slut who begs for your cock, begs for it because I need it to ruin me, to drown me in your cum until I choke, fill me until it’s dribbling from the corners of my mouth. Even though I’m swallowing hungily, trying to get it all down because I don’t want to waste a single precious drop. Overwhelm me, please.

I need you to call me your kitten, your angel, and I need you to make me crawl after you; I’m not worthy enough to walk. Because I’m a filthy little whore, a greedy little cumslut… Aren’t I daddy? I’m not allowed to stand like a good girl would. I have to worship the ground you walk on as you move, kneel as you stand. Read more »

You’re going to worship me before the end of tonight.

I’m going to make you kneel while I undress, revere me with your tongue, scream my name like a prayer as I use you.

I’ll lead you into our bedroom by the hand, then press you up against the door, kissing and petting as much of you as I can reach. Grind into you with my hips, teasing, and just as you’re getting into it, push you down onto your knees and step away.

I’ll slowly pull my clothes off, one piece at a time. My blouse first, so you get to appreciate the lacy bra I have on specially. Then that next, so you get a nice extended view of those perky breasts as I remove the jeans and thong. I turn, wiggle my ass just to make you moan. Love the sounds you make when you’re so hungry for me. Read more »

She sat on top of her desk, facing away from the door, as she’d been ordered to. Waiting for her ‘tutouring’.

Her panties lay on his desk, in plain sight of the door. If anyone walked in, they would see them immediately. It was making her jittery.

The door opened behind her. She continued to stare at his desk, as she’d been told to. Slowly relaxed at the sound of his voice.

“Good, you’re already here.”

The lock clicked. He moved closer.

“And you brought your thong too, good girl,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered. He stood so close behind her that she could feel his breath on her neck.

His palms brushed lightly over her breasts, and she swallowed, waiting for more. But instead he moved off, picking her panties up from his desk, made eye contact as he locked them in the drawer with her bra.

Continued with the eye contact as he laid a pair of handcuffs on the desk.

“Strip.” He ordered.

Hands trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt first. He made a sound of approval at her bra – a soft, lacy thing that did nothing to conceal her hardened nipples. Read more »

She feels his arms wrap around her as she’s finishing the last of her paperwork. He kisses the top of her head.

“Hello again,” he says warmly. His hands creep lower.

“Simon, wait,” she whispers. “We’re still in the building.”

“I know,” he says laughing. “No one’s in. And anyway it isn’t as if there aren’t already rumours about us.”

“I…” *Want to keep you to myself* is what she nearly said, before realising how presumptuous that was.

“It’s ok, I’ll stop. But please hurry, I can’t keep my hands off of you for long.”

That elicited a soft sound from the back of her throat. She shut down her computer, grabbed her bag.

“Let’s go then.” She said.

As soon as they’re at the car, she pushes him against it, kissing him roughly. His hand scrabbles for the door handle; pulls it open. He pulls her inside the car still kissing, so that she straddles him, then flips them so that she’s beneath.

She moans softly as she feels his cock stirring. Rocks against him, needing his arousal, and he cups her breasts though her bra. Her nipples are hard with arousal – they press through the fabric against his palms. Read more »

The work day crawled by. She couldn’t stop thinking of the look on his face as she came, the feel of his fingers on her, inside her. She was constantly aroused, distracted, slow to complete tasks. That was deliberate though; she wanted a reason to have to stay behind.

Finally the building emptied. She wandered out to the car park casually. The door opened behind her and she felt him wrap his arm around her waist.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup,” she said, lips twitching.

He guided her toward her car, talking comfortably about work, their colleagues. She listened absent-mindedly, as his hand slipped so that it was resting against her ass.

When they finally reached it (she’d parked in the furthest part deliberately this morning), she fumbled her keys out of her pocket. The car unlocked, they climbed into the backseat again, this time the atmosphere a little awkward, a lot aroused.

She went in for the kiss first, pulled him toward her hungrily. He tried to pull her closer, deepen the kiss, but she yelped as she overbalanced and crashed into him. There was a beat of silence, then they looked at each other and laughed. Read more »