"You Make Me Feel Safe & Nasty...That's Rare"
I f*cked him four times before he came in a glorious eruption...then I f*cked him again.
“I Hope I Can Satisfy Daddy To Use My Pussy”
The text rang through at 12:36 a.m., “wassup?”
This was our normal banter. A couple one liners to confirm that the other was in fact free before I made my way over to his house. We’d been fucking for months now. It started as a casual entanglement from Sniffies, but it’s so much more.
We initially bonded over a shared interest in anon: he’d be ass with the door unlocked. I’d walk in, disrobe at the door. He’d use me for dick, I’d use him for hole then leave, possibly without even exchanging a single word.
That simple exchange lasted for a couple months before we realized that we could be of more service to each other if we expanded the boundaries of our entanglement. This time felt like an opportunity to push what I delivered and take up more space in his sexual roster.
For the last several days, I’d been exploring edging and bating. For the longest, it felt like niggas would meet up to pancake which I had no interest in. But when I did my deep dive, edging and bating is just dominance and submission delivered through hand jobs and solo sex.
Power play is something I absolutely understand and appreciate. The journey through edging gave me new language for how to flex my dominance and my submission regardless of my sexual position. Armed with new skills, I decided to practice on my regular.
I typed that message to cast my lure. “I can bring you some daddy dick.” Is he into dom and sub play? Would he catch the vibe I’m creating? Or is it just words?
The message sat in the typing box for a couple moments. I stared at it. “If I’m dom, man the fuck up,” I thought as I hit send. Perhaps I was lacing my words with confidence, perhaps this is all just talk. Either way, when I hit send, I was locked in as dom
He responded, “I hope I can satisfy Daddy to use my pussy.
My Pussy Is Up And Ready For Daddy
“Daddy, can you eat your nut out my pussy if I’m a good boy?”
“Yes, if you’re a good boy, Daddy’s got you.”
I walked in.
He’d followed my instructions to the T. Porn was playing on the TV at a low volume. It was daylight outside, the curtains were drawn. His body was illuminated only by the light of the television positioned face low pressed into the pillow, ass high arched and prepared for me
There was a rug and a towel folded on the floor behind him for my knees. I’d left my hoodie and shoes at the door where his security system announced my entry. I walked back to him wearing my tank and my sweatpants but those quickly fell as I knelt behind him to taste.
His hole was open but unused. I was the first for today, but the way my dominance was set up, I’d be the last. I ate until his ass was soft and prepared. One scene played and finished, then another as I ate. His dick dangled between his legs, firm and throbbing. I pulled it back to suck it. His precum tasted like nectar and his moans sounded like a symphony.
I gagged on him enough for mucus to form in the back of my throat. Letting go of his dick, I tongue-swiped the shaft of his penis, up the gooch and into his hole. Now sloppy wet from me eating, he was ready for me to enter him.
I crept inside him slowly before stroking him deep and pleasuring every part of his insides. The entanglement started as we’d normally, but this time I felt my help. I talked him through his pleasure, softly and deeply as I stroked.
“Daddy stroking his good boy’s hole?” He responded, “Yes daddy.”
“Daddy making his good boy feel good?” His voice trembled, “I feel so fucking good daddy.”
“You like the way daddy fucks that pussy don’t you?” In a whimper, “I just want to be a good boy for you, Daddy.”
We spent the next two hours and three nuts babbling to each other. Some words jumbled, unintelligible gibberish between two niggas in pleasure, but I kept my composure until he said it.
“I love my Daddy.”