Daddy and his wicked ways

'Thank you. I really needed to make that deposit”

With that, I feel him wipe his cock against my leg, hear the zipper, and then all is quiet again. But not for long. Two more come along, fucking me, fucking my face, using me. Two more. Another. Two more.

I lose count of how many have used me on that picnic table, I am sore, my belly is so full of spunk. My bowels equally full but I am delirious with pleasure. I am so erotically charged I feel almost like I am on fire.

I feel yet another pair of hands on me and I am ready to be fucked again. I am ready to suck yet another cock. I do not care which. I am hungry for it. But these hands are different. These hands go to my ankles. I hear the click. Daddy appears before me and he releases my hands. I am stiff and I am sore and I slowly lift myself from the position I have been in for what feels like forever. Daddy then orders me to lie on the table, on my back. I do as I am told.

He lifts my legs high and, without ceremony, I feel his familiar cock plunging into me. He thrusts wildly into me, his cock stirring the spunk already filling me and it isn't long before his wild thrusts add even more spunk to the wetness inside me. I can hardly breathe.

And then something really surprising happens. I feel a mouth on my cock. I look down in surprise and see it is Daddy. He proceeds to give me the best blow job I have ever had and I come in seconds. Daddy then moves up to me, open his mouth to kiss me and lets my own come slip from his mouth and into mine.

After a few moments, we get to our feet and he guides me by the arm back to his car. I know I am a mess. There is spunk in my hair, on my chest, all over my thighs and on my face. He drives us back to his home and tells me to go back to my car and leave. He simply goes into his house alone. I go to my car, dripping spunk with every step, hearing the jeers from the people in the street. I drive home, uncomfortably aware of the puddle forming on my seat. I get home, wearily climb out of the car and walk towards my home. The jeers and whistles follow me. I get home, go to the bathroom and study my cum-streaked face in the mirror. My make up is a mess. My hair is a mess, sticky and gooey from all the spunk. And I smile.