A NEW ME

~Lilian~

Standing there, I watched the big man and Sonia explore each other like they'd never get the chance to again ever.

When I was tossed aside like a rag and Sonia chosen, I had felt like I was worthless and undeserving. I had felt like getting myself drowned or jumping off a building.

I had felt helplessly insane, so much I remained frozen by the side, my eyes unable to look elsewhere but at them.

But as I kept watching, it slowly began to feel like one of those online p*rn videos I had watched was playing out in real life in front of me.

My favorite thing as I watched them was how his c**k thrusted out each time with c*m smeared over it, the open of Sonia's p***y ringed freely around it.

It made me imagine what that would feel like having hot daddy do it with me.

It made me want to try it with hot daddy. It made my spirit more eager and desiring.

Like a freak, I had stood there till the end, when they had their bodies sprawled against the sheets, all sweaty and out of breath.

Then, silently, I tiptoed off to look for my clothes downstairs.

I found them quickly among the heap, and quickly threw them back on.

Slinging off my bag from the backrest of the chair beside me, I retrieved my phone and immediately dialed his contact

I had saved it as "pole dancer" since he didn't give me his name that day.

I waited for an answer, but none came after several ringing.

I opened my messaging app and sent him a message about how I needed to see him.

About five seconds later, he texted back with an address of where he would meet me.

It was a luxurious hotel with glass tables and designer lights, but it looked like they had more customers during the day because the dining space was almost empty.

I took a careful scan around, confirming he wasn't here yet before taking a seat on a table close to the entrance.

A few minutes later, I felt a hand against my shoulder. Turning around, our eyes met, and he smiled before breaking away from my gaze.

"When did you come in?" I asked, wondering how he passed me to behind when my eyes had been glued to the entrance ever since.

"Why are we here?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"Practice with me again, one last time."

"It doesn't have to be the last time. Follow me."

I followed him closely behind as he walked up a staircase behind the dining hall.

He was dressed simply - blue jeans and black t-shirt on a pair of leather boots, his hair a perfect mess of curls.

He stopped in front of a door and swiped the key card unlocking the door at once.

As soon as I was inside, he pushed the door close and bolted it lock.

As soon as his hands left the door, he came crashing against my lips with his, without warning, without permission.

I focused on sucking on his lips which were moist and sweet as he explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue.

After a moment, he pulled away, leaving me panting from the experience of that which I never expected.

With his palms still cupping my face, he tilted my head up, enough to look him in the eyes directly.

"Do you like it?"

I nodded.

"Do you think we can move on?"

I nodded, and immediately, he pinned me against the nearest wall with his body, and resumed kissing.This time panting softly, hearing him make those sounds made my brain go wild.

He flipped me over so that he is the one whose back is against the wall now.

"Kneel," he commanded, pushing down on my shoulders gently until my knees met the hard floor.

With one hand on my head, fingers digging through my hair, he unbuckled his belt with the other hand.

I watched his trousers fall of his waist landing in a heap around his feet, and my breathing caught as his c**k stared back at my face, his balls dangling beneath.

"Go on!" he said, guiding it into my mouth.

From a desire to prove myself, I took it in immediately, starting to go back and forth like I had observed from the videos.

"Wait! Hold on!" he snapped, pushing my head back from himself.

"Four things. Always ensure there's a pool of saliva in your mouth. Pull out tongue for base. Deep throat. Don't bite," he said plainly like he was just telling me how to bake cup cakes.

Obeying everything he has just said, I went down again, slowly, saliva dripping onto the floor from my tongue.

"That's right," he muffled, letting out a small gasp afterwards.

It was difficult at first, but I got a hang of it as I continued, ensuring I took in the whole length, the tip slipping across my throat.

When I began to feel like I would throw up, I would force my mind to focus on the pleasure, and that was it. I was good.

"Enough!"

His breathing was heavy, hot against my neck as he pulled me up, and by the waist, he led me towards the bed.

I was confident as I followed his lead.

When we got close to the huge bed with lots of pillows, he skillfully flipped me over it, my legs swinging out, towards the floor.

He lifted my gown from my legs, and I helped him free my body entirely from the cloth.

He pulled my pink panties through my legs, swinging it across to the back.

My body was hot and trembling. I closed my eyes reassuring myself that it would be fine and it wouldn't be any different from all those times I had fingered myself.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

I nodded.

I watched him stroke himself faster and faster with one hand, the other one massaging my p***y with just his thumb, my legs trembled to the pleasure.

Then, he held my waist down with the hand that was formerly working on my p***y, that thumb wet and cold against my skin, I drew in a long breath.

Guiding his c**k with the other hand, he slowly but surely, thrusted into me, making me take in his whole length--my whole body froze to the outburst of pleasure like one I had never felt before, my lips parting to produce no sound.

I grabbed the sheets tightly until my knuckles whitened.

He rubbed on my thighs in a long up and down motion.

I nodded.

"Until I drop--" I muttered, almost out of breath.

With the energy of a horse, he thrusted into me, riding continuously, until I literally dropped out of breath.