Prince Player(160)

“I’ll pull that hair and fuck your cunt deep and hard. Do you want to come on Daddy’s big fat cock?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I moan. “God, I want to come.”

“Go ahead,” he says, low and sultry. “Go ahead and come for Daddy.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan, and I know I can’t stop myself.

The vibrator pushes me over the edge as I come nice and hard. Gavin watches, but I don’t care about that. In fact, as soon as I start to come, I open my eyes and look at him. I want to watch him watching me. I like that I’m seen, I like that this is so dirty. It’s filthy and dirty and god it feels good, so fucking good. I shouldn’t be doing this but that only makes me want it more.

I come hard while Gavin watches. He smiles at me as I slowly finish. I turn off the vibrator, the intensity too much for me, and set it aside.

“Good,” he says. “Very good.”

“I need to see you,” I say, panting, buzzing with pleasure.

He smiles at me. “I know you do.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow,” he says. “Same time, same place?”

I nod my head. “Yes, please.”

“Good. Practice with that before you see me tomorrow. I want you ready.”

“I will be.” I pause, before adding, “Daddy.”

He grunts his approval. “Go get some rest,” he says. “I’m going to make you feel good tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait,” I say softly.

“Talk later?”

“Sure.” I blow him a kiss.

He grins and then disconnects. I watch the screen for a second before collapsing back against the pillow, hugging my knees up to my chest.

I can’t believe that just happened. I just got myself off on camera in front of Gavin while he talked to me. I guess that was like long distance sex or something. It was dirty and he has such a filthy mouth, but I really, really liked it.

I want more, actually. I want a lot more. I want him to do everything he said he’d do and more. I want to feel his big cock between my legs and let him lick my pussy until I scream.

I need him to teach me. He’s my Daddy and I need him to make me feel good.





11





Gavin





I keep thinking about Sadie getting herself off for me. She seems so innocent and good, but there’s a dirty freak locked deep inside of her, begging to get out.

She just needs a man to teach her. When she calls me Daddy, my fucking cock gets so hard I can barely breathe, and I need more of that. I want to feel her pretty lips wrapped around my tip, feel her saliva sliding down my skin as she sucks me. I want to taste her and feel that tight virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.

I can barely concentrate when I finally decide to go into the office. All that day I’m distracted. We text back and forth, mostly just talking about nothing. I ask about her life, getting to know her, and it feels good. I feel excited, giddy almost. It’s absolutely strange to feel like I’m getting this deeply involved with a woman so much younger than me, especially one that I shouldn’t have anything to do with.

But Sadie is clearly more than just a spoiled little rich girl. She’s gorgeous, of course, and fascinating. And I can’t help but like the fact that she’s a virgin and wants to give herself to me.

It’s more than that. I like talking to her, like getting to know her. I actually enjoy finding out what makes her happy, what makes her sad, and generally what makes her an interesting person. And I like telling her about myself.

I never expected to have a secret relationship with a girl her age, but here I am. I can’t exactly stop it. I wouldn’t want to, even if I could. She makes me feel too damn good to stop.

Finally, the next night arrives. Instead of taking the town car like usual, I decide to drive myself. I take one of my old classic cars, a black Mustang from the ‘70s. As I pull up in the usual spot, I don’t feel nervous. I feel only excited.

She’s standing underneath the light again. She’s wearing a short skirt and a light gray blouse open at the top two buttons, showing off just enough of her breasts. I roll down the passenger side window and grin at her.

“Need a ride?” I ask.

She laughs and leans down. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive.”

“I may be a city boy, but I can do things.”

“You’re a rich city boy, at that.”

“Get in here before people think you’re a hooker.” I grin at her.

She blushes. “Gavin!”

“What? You think there aren’t hookers in this city?”

She grumbles a little and climbs in. “Nobody’s going to think I’m a hooker.”

“A very, very high-class hooker,” I say to her. “Of course.”