You imagine yourself sucking Matt's dad's dick

You imagine that you were in Paul's car. He's in the drivers seat, you're next to him in the passenger seat with £50 in your hand. You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, then on the lips, then he opens his mouth and you are kissing him passionately. Your hands unzip him with ease and his cock is freed. You drop your face onto it and suck him like he's never been sucked before. You enter yourself with two fingers, pretending that Paul is fingering you as you blow him. You are moaning a little louder now and your fingers are working your hole with one hand, the other strumming your clit as the heat builds again to another level.

You are imagining Paul tensing up, looking down on you as he grabs your hair with both hands and starts to roughly thrust himself up into your mouth and down your throat, like your head is just some inanimate sex toy. I wish this was real. I need Paul to fuck my face like I'm just a naive little slut with daddy issues. I wanna be your dirty sugar baby Paul, just cum for me, I need to taste you, fill me up! Ahhhhh!

Your orgasm takes you, you feel muscles in your core flutering and you arch up off the bed, forming a perfect bridge as the wave comes. And it comes hard. You cum violently on your bed. Your moans much louder than you would have wished, but you've lost control. You writh and pant and ride the waves of pleasure till they eventually wash over you, leaving you sweating and breathless on your bed.

You smile, then laugh a little. You let your hands softly stroke over your sensetive nipples, the sides of your slit. Oh my fucking god, I can't beleive I just came like that, thinking about getting face fucked by Matt's dad, What the fuck. I need help. You giggle again to yourself, enjoying your afterglow.

A noise brings you back to your senses. The fuck was that? Foot steps. Sounds like someone creeping along the hallway. But mum's still asleep? You listen and you can still hear her snoring through the paper thin walls of your flat. Then in hits you..... Fuck! I forgot! Mick! He probably slept on the sofa again! You look at your door and to your horor it is slightly ajar. I closed my door I'm sure I did. Has that pervy old bastard been spying on me? FUCK!

I can't believe he would do that! You lay there, mortified. He's just seen everything! He's just stood there and watched me cum!

You feel something though....there's a small part of you.... deep down.... that's enjoying THAT thought. The thought of someone watching you.... wanting you.... It's a part of you that's always been there, pushed to the back of your mind.... But lately it feels like it's surfacing. Since your sexual awakeing. That old bastard wants me, but he can't have me! I could toy with him if I wanted... he'd be powerless against this! You feel yourself again, still wet, new arousel making you wetter still. Fuck, I'm still horny. I'm going to fucking tease that old shit.

You sit up, and put your feet to the floor.