“I want you to fill me up again,” she whimpered in my ear. Every fantasy I’ve ever had about her was coming true – I couldn’t believe that I had her in front of me like this: big, bright eyes staring at me, legs spread open just for me, with my dick half way into her while my cum was dripping down onto her perfectly made bed. “Please daddy, fill me up again” she pleaded.
I try to keep to myself, mostly. I had a decent job, a fairly nice apartment, but I was missing that one piece of me that kept me up at night – that one piece that could distract me from nuclear war – who had me touching myself, running my hands over my chest, down my torso and up to the head of my cock with my eyes closed, thinking about it – her. She worked nights at the grocery store, I’m not sure exactly when she was off – but I’d grab food after work and head home. If I was lucky, she would scan my items and we’d have that stupid little small talk that you do. She gave me butterflies in all of the right places – it was at the point where I would dress up just to go out for groceries with the hope that she’d see me and think I looked good – a nice, fitted shirt around my chest and arms, loose on the torso. Jeans, the perfect fit, just to give her an extra show as I walked away.