Salt on a wound

I used all the skills I've seen in the videos; I wrapped my tongue around the part that was inside, gripping it really tight before I started sucking, making sure my teeth didn't graze his skin.

“Oh fuck yes.” He groaned, holding my head even tighter, forcing more of his cock to go deeper into my mouth. I almost coughed but feared making a mess. Daddy started moving, rocking his hips. “Relax.” I couldn't respond with words because my mouth was full, but I did relax.

My hands resting on the sides of the chair as I voluntarily let him fuck the shit out of my mouth. He started slow, then he went faster, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Now I coughed.

“Yes, buttercup, this is it.” He pulled out now on his feet, and strings of sticky saliva were all over my little boobs and others on my mouth. “Open your mouth.” He ordered and I did, "Beautiful, now stick that tongue out.”

“Okay, Daddy." I struck my tongue out; he looked down at me, and I remained on my knees innocently. Gosh, he always looked great in his golf shirt and his trimmed beard with grey streaks. Fuck, they were a turn-on; they were a reminder that he was older than me. We're talking half my age, which I think is perfect.

Daddy placed his fingers on my tongue, and kept it there. Then they went into my mouth, then deep, causing me to cough again.

“I can see daddy's pre-cum on your tongue.” He said, "You like that buttercup?” Like he had to ask. I loved it. That dirty, filthy thing made me feel more horny. But I was too turned on to respond with words, so I just nodded my head.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?" I asked as he removed his shirt, mostly because I couldn't wait anymore. I needed to be filled.

“Not yet.” He walked to the chair and pulled his trousers all the way down. Now the view of his cock was up clear, his unsaved area, the balls that I wanted slapping against my arse.

Daddy sat down, and at this point I was drooling. He didn't have six packs, but his chest was fit. I don't know, but for me it looked so hot.

“Now come and sit on Daddy." He spread his legs, his cock pointing up and moving without any help. I looked up to meet his eyes. "You can stand up.” We were speaking our own language at this point.

“Yes, Daddy." I removed my shorts, and the shirt almost followed when he stopped me.

“That way it feels dirtier.” There he spoke my language; the dirtiness of this is what caused the shivers.

Slowly, I sat on daddy's lap and he positioned me so that I was giving him my back and my feet were still on the floor, like using a toilet seat.

My breathing got heavy as the thoughts came to me. Many thoughts that clouded my horniness for a second.

First of all, this man was my mother's husband; he literally fucked her, but that was dismissed with the fact that she was dead now, and it wasn't my fault she decided to marry a man as hot as Gerald.

The other thought was that I've never had a real cock before; I've never been with a real human. What if my pussy wasn't good or what if I didn't know how to please him? That would be embarrassing.

“Relax,” he whispered on my back, “this is what you've been dying to taste for a while now.” He ran his hand over my back, and when his finger trailed my spine, I felt a shiver follow right down. “I'll be gentle,” he assured me, and I nodded.

I'm a rough girl; I only feel it when I'm humping faster and harder. The dildos, I shove them deep and ride faster; that's how I achieve my orgasm, but right now, this was a real man, a man I desperately wanted to impress as well, so I wanted it to all go well.

My hands were resting on my thighs when I felt his cold finger rubbing my entrance; I guess he had added saliva, though we didn't need it as I was dripping wet.

"Ready, buttercup?” He asked, his thick cock now the one rubbing my entrance.

“Y-yes.” I whispered, closing my eyes, and soon enough I felt him push his cock for entrance; slowly I felt the tip inside. First it was like salt on a wound, only instead of that painful sensation it was a delicious, breathless feeling, making me dizzy with my heart racing even faster.

“Oh yes.” He groaned, and in my book that told me he was feeling good. It was painful; I was super tight, but I didn't want to stop. "You're doing good.” He said as I shifted, "Soon you'll have half of me in you.” His breath hit against my back neck, causing the hair there to stand.

“Ahh.” I felt another stretch, and this one only contained pain.

“There, halfway in.” He said as I breathed rapidly, trying very hard to calm down as it felt like air was being sucked out of the room. “How do you feel?” he asked, and all I can say is I understood why my mum became a pornstar; this was fucking amazing… heaven.

Instead of words, I fell back against him, as now I wanted him to move, to fuck me until I was squirting and the more slutty bitch in me came out.