Mr. Daniels Uses Me As a Fucktoy

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me down toward his crotch. Ripples of pain erupted along my scalp. My fingers scrambled to unzip his pants. Adrenaline coursed through me: I hadn’t felt so alive in years.

All ten inches of his black dick burst from his underwear, smacking me in the face.

Before I could even graze it with my tongue, he pulled me again by my hair and **** it into my mouth. There wasn’t enough spit in the world to cover such a monster, but he didn’t care. He used me like a fleshlight, pumping my head up and down on his cock.

Only the tip fit at first, but he was relentless. Each time he **** me down, I took a little more and a little more. My body tried to help, generating as much saliva as it could until slobber leaked down his shaft.

All at once, my nose pressed against his skin. I’d taken all of it. My throat stretched to accommodate his thickness. It became hard to breathe, and I saw spots.

“You knocked on my door,” Mr. Daniels grunted, holding me down. “Not five minutes ago. And now you’ve got my whole cock in your throat.”

He pistoned his hips. My mouth became a fuck-hole for his pleasure, and my mind went blank.

“Still say you’re not a slut?”

I was too focused on making sure his dick didn’t tear me apart to respond. He spanked my ass, and I moaned. The burning arousal had spread to every part of me. His words only added to the inferno.

He shoved me off him, and I toppled to the floor, landing on my back. He stood. I looked up at him, spit dribbling down my chin.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I obeyed without a second thought. My enormous ass and tits slowed me down, but in seconds I was lying naked before him. He got one knee, picked me up, and flipped me over.

“Put your ass in the air.”

I gathered my legs beneath me and stuck my bottom up toward his face. He spanked me twice, and I yelped.

“Now beg, let my son’s slut hear you.”

I shuddered at the reminder of how public my humiliation was. But it was temporary, and, if her screams were any indication, the pleasure would soon outweigh the pain.

“Please fuck me Desmond!”

“Louder!” He spanked me again.

“PLEASE FUCK ME DESMOND!”

“Beg harder for your Daddy,” he growled.

“I NEED YOUR COCK DADDY PLEASE!”

He smacked my ass and buried his cock in my dripping pussy. A wildfire of bliss spread to every inch of my body.

“THANK YOU DADDY!”

He pounded me into the floor. His dick was practically splitting me apart, and I whimpered, bullied into submission by his raw sexual power.

“I love breaking in a white bitch,” he said.

Mr. Daniels didn’t seem to care about whether I enjoyed his rough fucking, only that I surrendered to him completely. Of course, surrendering to him only heightened my euphoria.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I BELONG TO YOU DADDY!”

“What are you?”

“I’M YOUR SLUT DADDY!”

Every time my ass bounced off him, his thrusting sped up. A hole opened up within me, and my brain inched toward it. I knew that I would find an earth-shattering orgasm inside.

“You wanna cum, bitch?”

“YES DADDY PLEASE!”

“You better beg for my load then.”

I barely had time to register how humiliating it was to beg the father of my son’s bully for him to cum inside me before I was screaming, “I NEED YOUR CUM DADDY! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!”

My brain hurtled toward orgasm. I couldn’t fathom what would happen if I came without his permission. Luckily, I didn’t have to.

“Cum for me, slut,” he snarled.