It's like my mind MELTED. It had been a simple night out at a bar, no expectations, I'd been on a dry spell for a bit. When all of a sudden I caught HIS eye, he was dressed in a simple tight tee, his muscles popping through the fabric, his jeans holding back what looked like a snake as he SPREAD his legs wide. I felt myself pulled over.
His words were sweet, inviting as he placed his hands on my new seat next to him. He ordered me a drink his voice carrying an AUTHORITY as the bartender listened. He talked with passion about his job, his work in science, words filled with intelligence as he turned his gaze to me. His lips moving to a hungry smile.
He took an interest in my job, in the art I did. Asked me what I wanted. I told him steady work but as he moved his big, strong, sturdy hand onto mine my eyes meeting his I felt the need to listen as he insisted. "Not for work. What. Do. You. WANT BOY." His voice a whisper as his mouth moved behind my ear. His breath tickling my skin making me squirm in my seat.
I wasn't normally into the whole boy thing, I was a switch. But when DA- Mark said it I wanted to hear it more. His body was closer to me as I said I wasn't sure what he meant. That I was looking for something casual maybe, a simple fuck. But DAD- Mark laughed, I leaned closer, his musk, the way it invaded my mind as I was almost on his lap.
"Nah BOY, I think you WANT someone else to take CONTROL" his hand slid around my waist, I felt myself move into his lap listening, eyes glazing over. "I think BOY, that you, want a DADDY, to THINK for you, with an EMPTY, PRETTY, lil head like yours I can see why!" With each word emphasized by a THRUST as I settled onto DADD-Mark's lap. My head felt... DIZZY....it felt FOGGY, My cock straining against my underwear as the world faded around us. I stuttered and just asked him what he was doing but his beautiful, succulent lips traced mine before his mouth swallowed me whole. DADDY- Mark's hands grabbing both my cheeks as I felt my body go up and down, gyrating and BEGGING for him.
"See BOY, it's better when I think for you. Your brain CRAVES ME. CRAVES MY CONTROL, CRAVES MY COCK" Mark- DADDY says thrusting again, my brain MELTING, the background completely different now, we were in a home...his...OUR home as I continued to moan, begging, and gyrating on him as I held onto his shoulders, his muscles carrying me like I was lighter then a feather.
He falls back down on the couch, his eyes looking at me, luring me in. He was giving me a choice, I could walk out now, I could leave or I could get on top of him right now and WORSHIP DADDY AND HIS MUSCLES LIKE A GOOD BOY. He didn't have to say anything, he didn't have to do anything, his arms behind his head as I got down on the couch, on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. His cock hard as steel as I reached up and let his lips swallow me whole. My body thrusting itself more and more as his hands roamed me. My mind blanking as my body did what it needed to pulling away from his lips and moving down his body.
His voice echoing as the last thing I hear before pure bliss is "GOOD BOY!"
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