The twilight between Christmas and New Years is filled with a lot of time to kill. Where else would I waste it endlessly scrolling hookup apps?
Endless possibility of meeting new people. The dopamine hit of a match is intoxicating. The lack of instantaneous clicks turns to frustration and animal desire.
Sasha’s profile pops up. A tiny and svelte babydoll. The teasing slut knows what she is doing with her pics. Short skirts with knee socks, licking an ice cream. She takes care to show her abs and perfect ass on a slim frame. She dresses immaculately and is clearly focused on her online appearance. Her currency is attention and she short changes suitors. Her arrogance screams ‘pick me’. And next to nothing on her profile. ‘Come hard and show me who is boss or get lost. Make me cry daddy.’
I match out of idle fancy. Instantly she matches.
Fuelled with frustration, and without thinking I message as directly as I have ever done before. ‘You think that those pert 22 year old tits are enough to earn this daddy? You earn it when you’re covered in my cum, your tears and our sweat.’
She types for what feels like an age. Writing and re-writing. I’ve unnerved her. ‘Big talk. I have hundreds of these messages. Why you?’
‘If you can’t see what’s in front of you, then you deserve the boys. I’m here when you realise that. Here’s my address and number. Hurry up. And come ready and washed for daddy.’
She immediately unmatches. I continue with my night.
About an hour later the phone pings. ‘I’m outside.’ I rush to the door excited and curious. Breathless but filled with cum and frustration. I pause and realise I need to show her who daddy is. I pull off my jeans and top, in my hallway rock hard.
I open the door to see her engrossed on her phone sucking a lollipop. I look down at her while I stroke my throbbing cock. She pretends not to notice me and walks passed an inside. ‘Aren’t you going to offer me something to drink? She smirks and looks up. The lollipop falls from her mouth.’
I lean over her, pressed against her and stroke my fingers through her hair. I take her by surprise by kissing her forehead. Her whole body shudders.
I effortlessly take her by the throat and lift her on to her toes. She has a ballerina’s body, carved from ebony and smells flowery and pure. She gasps for breath as she realises what she has in store.
I knee her legs apart and keep her suspended. Her skirt hikes up to show a well kept pussy already glistening. I guide my cock between her lips for her to sit on it. My thrusts against her clit and labia are nearly invisible. But I time them with her breathing. She notices and her eyes light up.
‘Where’s that big talk slut?’ I say with a half laugh. My voice is deep and controlled. It always is. I’m met with her sucking my thumb. Intuitively I know she’s aching to be used. I relish how much I’m going to enjoy this.
My cock slips effortlessly into her. She gasps and involuntarily whispers ‘thank you daddy. Please more.’
‘More? What am I doing? I’m just being a kind host’ I fuck her without paying attention to her.
I pull out to see my cock glistening and covered in cream. ‘That’s a good start.’
I push her to her knees and force my cock into her welcoming mouth. I take her by the back of the head and keep her locked in. Her wrenches made me shudder in delight. I train her to take it for 20 seconds, then 30, then a minute. I count down the seconds each time. She splutters free with tears in her eyes and drool dripping to the floor.
I lift her head up to me cradling her. ‘More?’ I ask almost lovingly. She begs by nodding and wiping her tears over mouth. I oblige and spit in her mouth. She yelps in delight.
I walk in front to the couch and click my fingers. She instinctively knows to crawl over to me. Her pert ass raised and her shoulders defining each of her back muscles, tense and ready.
Her body obeys my will and she pushes her face down ready to be used. To be ravaged. To be fucked.
But this is about my pleasure. And it pleases me to taste her. I spread her asscheeks and slide my tongue from her back to her greeting clit. My hands explore her back and hips as I do, with my fingernails occasionally raking her back to whimpers and soft moans of delight.
My tongue explores her clit: caressing her pearl, kissing her thighs, punctuating my slow rhythm with spanks on her pussy. I grab her waist from underneath and motion her body deeper onto my tongue as I expertly fuck her with my mouth. She yields all control and screams. She cums instantly my fingers enter her and find her gspot. Her cream covers my tongue. Her knees buckle as she gasps.
On the floor, already defeated, I grab her neck and arch her backwards further than she could allow. She groans, struggling from the position but cries and gasps as I fuck her hard. I fuck all my frustration into her. The clap of her ass against my balls wakes her up and she begs for more and thanks me: ‘yesyesyesyes daddy I’m your fucking sluutttt’.
I pound her exactly as I want. Slow and deep at first and harder and faster. Each time my pace changes she cums on me. Whole body quivers. She seems shy the first time she squirts. I pause to lick up, cover it on my fingers and make her gag while I finish in her.
My cum pumps into her overflowing her. I sigh in satisfaction. I get up, kiss her forehard and bring her water. She lays there, defeated and idyllic with my cum in her. I walk to the bedroom and tell her to hurry the fuck up and get out without washing. I tell her I expect her to be here the same time tomorrow.
24 hrs later, another knock at my door. This time, she is on her knees with a collar on.

Xavier kisses me back. There’s no hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, raw desire. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my butt, and pulls me in closer to him.

His arms feel strong and secure wrapped around my slender waist. He holds me tight enough so I’m pressed against his body that I have often pictured naked and bared to me. But not so tight that I feel restricted. It feels natural to be in his arms as if this were something we should have been doing all along. Od course, in the back of my mind I know we shouldn’t, and we need to be careful, but as my lips part for him I can’t think of anything else but his taste and the touch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel my desire soaking through the fine material of my underwear.

Still kissing me, holding me in his embrace, Xavier nudges me backwards. I can’t see where we’re going, but placing his hands on my hips to steer me, he guides me into an alcove tucked across the other side of the room. Away from the glass doors. Away from prying eyes. Read more »