He's going to take you

Mr. Chandler steps back and looks your writhing, whining body over, obviously savouring your sleek thighs, your damp panties, your lush breasts heaving with each ragged breath you take, your clipped pierced nipples. You're panting with need, mewling with desire, and it feels like a fire is burning in your pussy, a fire that all the moisture in the world isn't going to put out.

"Please! Please Daddy!" you moan at him, your eyes pleading. "I'll be so good, I promise I'll be so good Daddy!" He smiles at you and steps forward, grabbing the waistband of your panties and slowly rolling them down your thighs. You can smell the aroma of your heated pussy, and throw your head back with a moan, arching your body towards him. He pushes the panties over you knees and lets them fall to your ankles, where you clumsily kick them off one foot, leaving the other still tangled in them. Eagerly, desperately, you spread your thighs, wanting him, needing him.

He looks you over again, his very gaze driving you mad, wanting his touch but not daring to move to him, afraid he might reject you. You're biting your lip, your breathing laboured, your eyes telling him that he owns you. You feel like a degraded whore, but you love it. You've never felt so alive, so excited, so fulfilled, so wanton.

He slowly traces one finger down your neck, between your quivering breasts, over your fluttering tummy until it teases you swollen dripping labia. You close your eyes and whimper as he teases you, your body so close to orgasm, so frantically close.

"I think you're still a bad girl," he says quietly, putting his face close to yours. "I think you're a dirty little slut."

"Yes Daddy, yes I am...I'm your dirty little slut Daddy, yours...I'll be so good for you Daddy...I promise I'll be so good...Please Daddy! Please!"

He grabs you by one thigh and spreads your legs wider, unzipping himself as he does. With one hand on your thigh and the other on your back he lifts you onto his desk, it's cool smoothness soothing your spanked ass. You look down at his thick cock, then up at his handsome predatory face, whining in need, your lips trembling.

He holds your ass cheeks with one hand, then rubs the head of his cock between your swollen, flowering pussy lips, rubbing it against your clit.

"Oh God Daddy! Oh God I'm Coming!" you scream as a volcanic orgasmic shudder shakes your body. You writhe and convulse at the pleasure of it, your cuffed hands straining behind your back, you legs wrapping around him, trying to pull him inside you.

You're still coming when he thrusts himself deep inside you, setting off another explosive shivering wave of ecstasy, followed by another and another as he starts to thrust deeply into you.

"Thank you Daddy, oh God thank you Daddy, OH GOD THANK YOU DADDY!" you wail as he fucks your helpless body hard, using you like a piece of meat designed for nothing but his pleasure. He lowers his head and takes the chain connecting your nipples between his teeth, tugging it gently, stretching your hypersensitive flesh, driving your orgasms off the scale of sanity. You're writhing and squirming with urgent need against his driving, impaling cock, squealing with delight and calling him 'Daddy' over and over and over as your orgasms flood through you.

You've never felt anything like this. Nothing has ever felt so good, and so bad at the same time. You know that from this moment there will never be a way for you to get back to the Lisa that used to be.