Secret Daddy(26)

The next few minutes were a blur of sheer need. He pulled my lips apart, his fingers lightly swatting my clit, making me wince. He thrust three fingers into me, more than I thought I could ever take. He bent me over the chair and licked my ass, his face buried in my buttocks. It all happened seemingly at once until I was a wreck. My legs lost their strength when he tried to make me stand and I fell to the floor on my back. He was on me like a tiger, pushing my knees apart, his cock in me at once, pushing all the way inside me.

He brought my hands to my chest, making me tug at the clamps on my nipples as his fingers played with my clit, his cock slamming into me as I opened my mouth in a silent scream of lust.

In seconds it hit me. The most powerful, overwhelming, all consuming orgasm of my life took over my body. It began deep inside me, his cock drawing it out of me as it slammed inside my pussy. Then it spread to my clit an instant later, his fingers stroking softer than before, teasing the sensation from me, making it all the stronger as it began to wash over my entire body. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t do anything but bask in the utterly impossible to deal with strength of it. My limbs shook, sweat washed over me, my skin felt like it was on fire. Through it all he kept fucking me, barely slowing down for a second.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had after that. I lost count. I was used in so many ways that my entire body ached. Every part of me was touched, caressed, groped. By the end, I was adrift in an ocean of pleasure, hardly aware that he was still fucking me from behind. My hips were pulled back onto him as from a great distance I heard a groan and then felt his cock jerking inside me.

Hot cum spurted out of him and filled my pussy, so much of it that I could hardly believe it was possible. He thrust once more, his cock still twitching as more poured into me. He barely made a sound, the only sign of his pleasure that of his breathing growing heavier and then slowing once again.

He slid from me, leaving me to slump onto my front. I heard the door open and close and then I was alone. I rolled slowly onto my back, sliding the blindfold from my eyes and blinking around me. I felt like I had entered room three as one person and had changed into someone else in there. I had never known pleasure like it. All from someone who hadn’t said a single word. It was a long time before I was able to stand up and get dressed.





TWENTY




GEORGE

I met her outside room three. Did she know it was me in there? Did she think a stranger had used her in such an intimate way? Only I knew just the right things to do at every moment. She had the most perfect body and when I’d slid into her, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to stay in there forever. It was only because I was controlled that I was able to take my time. It was taking my time that had got her to agree to go to the club and then into room three. Taking my time when I was in there meant she had a night she would never forget. Nor would I.

I could tell how she felt when her legs stopped working just before I came in her, something, incidentally, I had never done in any of the other submissives. There really was something different about her. Something special.

It was a long time before she came out and when she opened the door, she looked as if she’d tried to straighten herself up. Her hair was still a mess, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bewildered. She was in a daze and I didn’t bother to ask any questions straight away. Instead I walked her slowly through the club and out to the car, waiting until we were driving to speak.

“How was room three?” I asked, glancing across at her as she stared out into the darkness of the night.

“Huh?” she asked, blinking as she turned slowly to look at me.

“How was room three?”

“I have no words.”

“That good?”

She nodded, a smile spreading across her lips.

“It could have been anyone touching you in there, do you know that?”

She nodded again.

“What would you do if you found out it was me?”

The smile broadened. “I’d thank you for the greatest night of my life.”

“Want to go again?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to go back there again?”

“You said one night.”

“I know what I said. Things have changed. Do you want to go back there?”

The smile faded on her lips. “What happened in there, I couldn’t cope with that more than once. It almost killed me.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to go there again?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“It sounds like that’s exactly what you’re saying. What if I told you that you couldn’t perform my play without going again?”