Game One

Jennifer was worn beyond words. And since she came more than she could count or even quantify, I assume she didn’t care that I wasn’t going to. After a quick nap she took an uber home. Ten minutes later I was on my Cumslut’s porch, fishing the key out of one of her broken clay pots. When I walked through the door she was watching Game One of the World Series, which was a big deal because she was from Kansas City. She was surprised to see me, but still happy to have a visit from Daddy. I fingered her on the couch for good luck. Then I opened up my pants and pulled it out. Underwear is for chumps. I told her to put my cock in her mouth.

“That’s what good girls do.”

She said she didn’t know, it felt wrong, and I slapped her across the face.

“That’s what good girls do.”

She quickly gobbled it up and said she could taste another girl on me. I forced my cock deep down her throat just to shut her up and reached around her to finger her pussy while I fucked her mouth. It might sound generous but I was still being selfish; I loved the feeling of her cumming with my dick in her mouth – all her muscles tightening, her moans muffled, it always made me feel so powerful. Then I bent her over the couch and squeezed my bare cock in her. She told me to close the shade because she was scared of the frat house neighbors seeing in. I told her to just shut up and take it.

Then I dragged her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the mattress and climbed on top of her and I loved how soft her bed was because it cradled us and pushed us closer together and I thrust myself inside her, with my right hand on her throat and my left hand around her ankle pushing her leg back up by her head and I punished her pussy until she shook and growled and came and came and came and I stopped when I could physically no longer fuck and I told her I wasn’t going to cum and she sucked her juices off my cock and then I got an anatomy lesson when I fisted her and licked her clit, and she said i eat pussy like a lesbian, and she claimed to have the most intense orgasm of her life, and her pussy had something like an otherworldly tongue inside and it undulated and bucked and forced my fist back out, and then I buried my meat inside her again and banged up against her cervix until I just started fucking her with the tip, and my body was cramping and my arms were shaking and my throat was hoarse with empty breaths and that was actually enough to make me cum, like I was hit by a bus and my seed was pulled out of me like some undiscovered law of physics and I groaned and moaned and screamed in her face and I filled my Cumslut up to the brim, and I collapsed next to her, barely touching, exposing as much of my surface area as possible to the cool air, and she hungrily spooned my cum out herself and ate it up, and my balls ached as though they were hungover and she said,

“Daddy, it’s past my bedtime.”

I couldn’t move.

“Oh, Princess, I’m sorry,” I squeezed out between breaths, “I forgive you. I can make an exception this time. It’s past my bedtime too.”

I fucked Jennifer for her. It was a warm up so I could go long enough to give my Cumslut a series of crushing orgasms. And I came out of the bedroom and Game One of the World Series was still going and I took a knee against my will and I almost collapsed and I got up and used her bathroom sink to wash her juices off my junk and it was just the right height to let my balls dangle in the basin, and as I went home of course I went to the Checkers drive-thru and got a couple cheeseburgers and chicken and fries, and when the lady said another bacon cheeseburger would be only thirty-eight more cents I said no thank you, and that’s what I call self control, and I went home to a sack full of brown food and video game violence and coca cola and a bowl and a fistful of raw mustard greens, and I knew exactly where that fist had been, and it was just another Wednesday.


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