Daddy Makes Me His

He mounted me there on the floor. His thrusts were so powerful I slid a little with each stroke, scraping the skin off my knees. I moaned like a bitch in heat.

“I love your cock, Daddy! I belong to you!”

He spanked me, “Don’t you ever forget it!”

I came again. Maybe I’d been cumming the whole time. Euphoria coursed through my veins.

His balls slapped against my clit each time he bottomed out in me. I wailed, my cries bouncing around the supply closet.

“I LOVE YOU, DADDY!”

Each thrust pushed me into the floor until I was flat on my stomach. He yanked on my hair, and I came again.

Without pulling out, he flipped me onto my stomach. I smiled at the sight of Daddy. He pushed my shirt up and pinched my nipples as he fucked me. I shuddered into another orgasm.

I knew what I looked like. I was just like Ashley, cumming my brains out on his massive cock. I closed my eyes and let my tongue fall out my mouth. I submitted to him completely: I belonged to my bully.

With each wet slap, I plunged deeper into my orgasmic stupor. My ass rippled with every stroke. One hand choked me while the other slapped me.

“I’m cumming, Daddy,” I muttered over and over. I didn’t know if he could hear me.

I felt his dick swell, and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Please cum inside me, Daddy!”

He buried his cock to its base. When the first jet of sperm touched my pussy, he spat in my face. I came so hard I lost control of my body.

“FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!”

I became a frenzied mess, my pussy contracting, trying to milk his cum. My back arched while my arms went limp. My legs trembled.

My Daddy pulled out, and I begged him to put it back in. I needed to feel him

He ignored me, grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket, and snapped a few pictures of me.

“You’re a good hole, Parker,” he said, squatting beside me as my stomach heaved. “Maybe I’ll keep you around.”

I nodded, breathless, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He showed me the picture he took.

I recognized that girl.

She was a worn-out whore with ruined makeup and a needy look in her eyes.

She was me.

The bell above the door chimed. Daddy rose.

“I’m gonna go help the customers. I’ll give you an hour here, then I want you in front of the register.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy.”

“And get your holes ready: I’m gonna use you again after we close.”

He shut the door, leaving me in the darkness of the closet. I heard the murmur of customers shopping for books.

Already, one of my hopes for the summer had come true.

I’d lost my virginity.

I put a hand to my leaking pussy and started to masturbate.

Maybe Daddy would fuck my face later if I begged well enough?