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STORY 49 - THE MASQUERADE ORGY (IV)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 56 - PHONE SEX WITH DADDY (IV)
I close them. The visual disappears and only his voice remains.“Put your right hand on your throat.” I do. “Gently. Just the weight of it. Feel your pulse.”His voice drops lower. “Now your left hand on your stomach. Flat. Feel your breath.”I feel it. My stomach rising and falling. My pulse hammering under my right hand.“Slide your left hand down. Over your hip. Along the outside of your thigh. Slowly.”My hand traces the path he describes. His voice guiding my fingers like GPS to my own body. Down my thigh. Back up the inside. Close to my pussy but not touching.“With your right hand, squeeze your throat. Gently. The way I do.”I squeeze. Light pressure on the sides. My head swims slightly. Every remaining sensation amplifies – the sheets beneath me, the proximity of my left hand to my pussy.“Now touch your clit. One finger. Barely there.”My finger finds my clit. One fingertip. Barely touching. The contact after the throat pressure is electric – amplified, the lightest touch fee
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 56 - PHONE SEX WITH DADDY (III)
I stop and he orgasm recedes.I sob – audible through the mic, loud enough that his jaw clenches on screen.“Again. Build.”I build again. Faster this time – my body remembering where it was and racing back. My fingers working my clit, my hips lifting, my breath coming in short gasps that he can hear through the speakers.“Stop.”"Marcus –"“Stop.”I stop. Tears forming. My clit pulsing under my frozen fingers. The denied orgasm throbbing through my entire body.“One more time,” he says. His voice is strained – he’s edging himself too. I can see his hand paused on his cock, the head swollen and dark, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. “One more time and then I’ll let you cum.”I build. My fingers trembling. My pussy dripping onto the sheets. The orgasm rises – faster than before because each denied cycle makes the next one build quicker – and I’m at the peak in thirty seconds, hovering, my entire body vibrating.“Now put the toy inside you,” he says. “Push it in and cum. Now. Cum for
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 56 - PHONE SEX WITH DADDY (II)
I uncross my legs and spread them slowly, my knees falling apart, revealing my pussy to the camera. I’m bare – shaved clean – and the camera captures everything. My lips are parted slightly from arousal, and the wetness is glistening in the lamplight. My clit is also swollen and very visible."Jesus." His voice cracks. His hand strokes faster. “You’re soaking. Already. I can see it on the screen.”“Three weeks of this, Marcus. Three weeks of cumming alone and pretending it’s your hand.”“Touch yourself. Slowly. Start at the top and slide down.”My hand leaves my tit and travels down my stomach and straight between my thighs. I press two fingers against my clit and circle slowly and lightly, the way he starts when he’s teasing me. The contact after waiting sends a shockwave through my body and my hips lift off the bed.“Not yet.” His voice firm. “Slower. I want to watch you build.”I slow down. Barely touching my clit – featherlight circles that keep me on edge without pushing me forwa
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 56 - PHONE SEX WITH DADDY (I)
Three weeks without his hands on me and I’m losing my mind.I’m distracted at work. I burned dinner twice this week. I walked into a glass door at the coffee shop because I was reading his text – wearing your shirt to bed tonight, it still smells like you – and forgot that transparent surfaces exist. My vibrator’s batteries died on Tuesday and I drove to the store at 11 PM in my pajamas and bought a twelve-pack of double-A’s and the cashier looked at me with an expression that said I know exactly what those are for and I looked back with an expression that said mind your business, Kevin.Marcus left four weeks ago. Consulting project in Seattle that was supposed to be two weeks and became four and might become six, and every time he tells me the timeline has extended I want to scream and cum simultaneously because the frustration and the deprivation have merged into one sensation that lives permanently between my legs.We’ve been texting, and the teasing has been escalating daily. The
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 55 - DEAREST FATHER DOMINIC (V)
“Then choose.”He slams deep. His hand tightens on my throat. His cock swells and I feel every pulse of the thick, hot cum flooding a pussy for the first time in eleven years.He makes a sound that starts as my name and ends as something primal, something that existed before language, before God, before man, before the vow he just broke with his cock buried inside me on his prayer bench.The crucifix pendant rests against my spine. His cum fills me. His hand loosens on my throat. His forehead drops to the back of my neck and I feel wetness that isn’t sweat – tears. Silent. Dropping onto my skin.“Father Dominic.”“I’m not crying because I regret it.” His voice is thick. His cock still inside me. “I’m crying because I don’t.”The floor in front of the cross. The sacristy. After midnight.The church is locked. The world is outside. We’re on the cold floor in front of the crucifix – the same floor where he prostrated himself during his ordination, where he lay face-down and promised his
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 55 - DEAREST FATHER DOMINIC (IV)
The stretch makes us both cry out – his voice layered on mine, echoing in the small office.He’s thick, and the eleven years of abstinence have made me a religious experience for him because his eyes roll back the moment my walls close around him.He sinks deeper – inch by inch, his hands white-knuckled on the desk – until he’s fully seated and his forehead drops to mine and I feel the crucifix pendant pressed between our chests.“You feel –” He can’t finish. His cock throbs inside me. “I didn’t know – I didn’t –”“Move.” I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper. “Father Dominic. Move.”He moves.The sound he makes on the first stroke is the most honest thing I’ve ever heard from a man of God – a groan that comes from somewhere below theology, below vows, below everything he’s built his life on, a sound from the foundation he’s demolishing.He fucks me on the desk, with his strokes slow at first – re-learning a rhythm his body forgot. Then his hips find the angle, and his cock be
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