I Beg For It

For a split second, the tattered remains of my pride appeared. I was better than this. I was lying there, covered in my bully’s cum, and I was going to beg him to touch me? Did the humiliation never end? Could I sink any lower?

Then, a wave of lust crashed against those thoughts, and my pride crumbled.

“Please, Daddy!” I squealed. “I’m so horny for you. I need you to touch me, Daddy. I need to cum. Please–please–please Daddy!”

I thrusted my hips toward him, aching for contact.

He reached a hand under my shirt and twisted my nipples. My back arched, “Yes! Ahhh!”

“You’re my bitch now,” he said, groping my tits.

“I’m Daddy’s bitch! I’m your cumslut!”

He laughed, “You’re real worked up, aren’t you, slut?”

I moaned. His fingers sent streaks of warm pleasure throughout my body, the first little bit of relief I’d felt in hours.

“I need you to finger me, Daddy. Please! I’m so fucking turned on!”

“Are you gonna be a good little slut for me from now?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“You’re going to do whatever I say?”

I knew I should say no. I could tell this was dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself, “Yes, Daddy! I’ll do whatever you want!”

He flipped my skirt up to reveal my sopping pussy, then shoved two fingers in. My pussy devoured them.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, Daddy!”

Fireworks exploded throughout my body. This whole time, my horniness had been a promise: the pleasure will be incredible. Now, the pleasure was here, and I could hardly believe it.

“Nice and wet for me, slut,” he said, roughly pistoning his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

“I’m so wet for you, Daddy,” I whispered.

Dante wrapped his other hand around my throat and squeezed until I saw stars.

“Holy fuck!”

I squirmed beneath my bully, barely able to handle the bliss he was giving me. The hand on my throat, the fingers in my pussy, I’d submitted to him completely, and I could feel, for the first time, my orgasm mounting.

“I’m so close, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”

“Don’t cum until I say so, bitch.”

He took his hand off my neck and, in a practiced motion, flipped me onto my stomach. My elbows scraped against the linoleum floor.

He fingered me even faster, the new angle hitting a pleasure center that went straight from my pussy to my brain.

“Uggggggghhhhhhhhhh,” I groaned.

“Not yet, bitch,” he spanked my ass. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I flew to new heights.

I approached the ceiling.

“Please let me cum, Daddy!”

“Not yet!” He spanked me again.

“Fuck, Daddy, Please!” A low rumbling in my pussy was beginning to echo through the rest of my body.

He spanked me one last time, then slipped a third finger into my pussy. “Now cum for me, bitch!”

Every neuron in my brain fired at once. I broke through the ceiling: every bit of horniness transformed into ecstasy. I came.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed.

My legs shook. My voice cracked. I laid there on the floor of the bookstore, utterly engulfed in bliss. My knees ached, my throat was raw, and, yet, I’d never felt so good in my life.

Dante spanked me again, and I groaned.

“You liked that, bitch?”

I nodded meekly, “Yes, Daddy.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”