"Please, I'll do anything!"
From Create Your Own Story
The daddy grins, and pushes his fingertip into your ass for a moment, making you moan and shiver.
"March," he says, and tugs you from the wall. He pushes your shoulders towards the hall, and you start walking. He follows close behind, one hand on your shoulder. As you pass the entrance, the bouncer gives you a wink and a smirk, and you can't help but blush a little.
The daddy bear leads you outside and into the parking lot to a truck. He smiles at you, and pushes you against the passenger door for a moment, kissing you with a rough, possessive tongue and pressing his hard-on against your stomach again.
"Anything, eh?" he says.
You nod. He grins, and unlocks the truck. You get into the pickup, strapping yourself in and having to adjust your hard on again in your jeans. The daddy bear gets behind the wheel and reaches over and gives your crotch a good squeeze, making you gasp a little. He laughs again.
"Fuck yeah," he says, and puts turns on the truck.
He speeds, so it takes about twenty minutes or so to get back to the daddy bear's place - a house just outside the city. The trip passes in silence, and you watch his hairy forearms on the steering wheel out of the corner of your eyes. The daddy bear pulls into the driveway, and gets out, and you follow, your dick still rock hard and your mind racing. You've never just let yourself do this before - go home with a stranger, no names, hell, barely any conversation, but you're so fucking horny from the cock you've sucked and the studs you've messed around with that at this point you think you'd agree to anything. It's a liberating, arousing - and a little bit terrifying - feeling.
He grabs you again at the doorway once he unlocks it, and pushes you against the wall in the entrance way, another rough intrusive kiss scraping your chin with his beard and filling your mouth with his tongue. You moan into his mouth, and he grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you against him. Finally, he steps back.
"Get naked, boy," he snaps.
You strip. You've come this far, and you're so turned on, you'd do anything he says. He watches you shuck your shirt and jeans, socks and shoes, and smiles when your dick pops up, still hard and desperate to come. He steps back, still in the entrance hall, and undoes his belt, unzips his jeans, and - through the opening in his boxers - he tugs out a thick veiny uncut cock that's hard and ready for you.
"Suck it, boy."
You kneel in front of him and he grabs your head with both hands as soon as you put his hard meat in your mouth. Your tongue explores under his foreskin for just a second, and then he's skull-fucking you rough with deep thrusts that made you gag and makes your mouth fill with saliva. You grip his thighs, trying to keep up with the rapid pace he's dicking you with, and slowly adjust, tears streaming down your cheeks from the almost choking sensation of his cock.
"Yeah, you take it, boy... You get that dick ready, boy," he growls, tugging on your hair. Your hands move up under his shirt, rubbing his hairy belly and feeling the strength of his body as he rams into your mouth.
"Alright," he says, and pulls his cock out of your mouth with a slurp. It's covered with your spit, and some of your saliva drips off your chin. You pant for breath.
"Upstairs," he says.
You rise, and head for the stairs. He slaps your ass hard as you pass him, and he laughs when you yelp. He follows you, close behind, slapping at your ass as you walk, moving faster and faster. He corrals you into the master bedroom, where you see a king sized bed with a cast iron bedrails at the foot and head of the bed. He pushes you onto the bed, and you fall onto your back, looking up at him. He towers above you, a hairy older man with his hard cock sticking out of his jeans.
He opens the bed-side drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and a square of cloth.
"Gonna cuff you, gag you, and fuck you," he says. "And then you're mine all night to do whatever the fuck I want."
You shiver.
You...
