I Love Fucking My Younger Coworkers. Pulling Their Thong To The Side, Filling Them With Cum, And Sliding

One former lover half my age would show up to our hotel in last night’s club clothes to role play with me. Since we had the whole day we would start drinking as soon as she got there, but we always made sure she was drunker than I got. It was so hot having a 21 year old impaling her bald cunt on my 45 year old married cock as we spit tequila back and fourth and I praised her for being my good girl.

i drunkie, use me as you should daddy🥺

Alright well I stalked your page and am crying now so I guess it’s time to go. My heart hurts. I love you daddy

No crying baby. Life will work out the way it’s supposed to, but there is never a need to shed a tear for Daddy.

Nobody talks about how the right girl can totally rebuild the broken heart of a man, and then destroy it again when she leaves. I still miss you.

Good girls ALWAYS show Daddy when they practice. That’s how they earn reward snuggles.

Us when?

Let me teach you how a man should make you feel. Those boys have no idea. All they do is race for their nut, don’t they? They don’t care about your pleasure. Not really. That’s what attracted you to me in the first place. Even though I’m older and married. I listen to you. You hoped I’d treat you like this. But you had no idea.

I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you a dripping quivering mess, orgasm after orgasm dripping down your legs as your brain melts. You will be begging Daddy to make the pleasure stop, not even realizing that my thick married cock hasn’t even entered your slick velvet walls yet.

This is why you invite that older man over for breakfast.

dishes

cw: oral, needy, cnc if you squint, freeuse, creampie

"So, I did most of the dishes, except the cups," he paused for a moment, glancing away from me to the cups stacked neatly in the sink, "my hands are too big, so it's hard..."

"Oh," laughter bubbled out of me at the realization and I shook my head, "no, it's fine. I can do the cups, no worries."

His eyes found mine, slightly surprised at my easy acquiesce, "I mean, I can do something else, trade, make it up to you..."

"You really don't have to," came my easy reply as I nudged him towards the living room. He peeked over his shoulder, squinting his eyes in something akin to disapproval before he reluctantly shifted forward a few steps.

- - -

Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background as my hands made quick work of the cups, squeezing down into the holes with the sponge to get every nook and cranny. "How goes it?" he murmured, his lips suddenly nestled along the top of my head, his arms wrapping around my waist to stifle the immediate jerk of my body.

"You scared me!" I squeaked in dismay, dropping the cup I had been washing, water spattering across the backsplash, "It goes good, thank you."

"It goes well, does it?" he whispered against my ear, his fingers massaging down to the edge of my dress.

"What are you doing?" my whole body paused, thighs clenching together as the crisp air brushed across my upper thighs. He made a soft sound, almost as if admonishment for my question, his hands sliding along my thighs before firmly squeezing my ass.

"Making it up to you," he finally breathed, disappearing from beside me. His hands shifted, firmly trapping me against the counter as I felt him kneel behind me. My own hands found purchase on the sink just before the warmth of his tongue enveloped me. His nose pressed into me gently as he pried my thighs more apart, intent on devouring me. His tongue slid through my pussy folds, slurping like a man possessed as needy cries left me in increasing levels of desperation.

"Baby," I whined almost brokenly, finding myself pressing back against his tongue as the pleasure rushed through me. I was almost dizzy from how good his tongue felt, so when he added a finger pressed against my entrance, my knees buckled.

He kept me firmly standing, catching me against his face as he used my momentary weakness to snake his tongue across my clit. I moaned his name like a prayer, my legs trembling as pleasure removed every thought and need but him.

Then all too soon, cool air greeted my wet cunt as he pulled away. A breathy whine of disapproval left me as I tried to turn, almost to beg before he readjusted his grip on me. Fingers digging into my hips, he held me still as he maneuvered himself. The fat head of his cock slid between my thighs, nestling between my lips before pushing into my needy entrance.

"Fuck, babygirl," he groaned in praise, wrapping himself around me as his lips pressed against my cheek, "you're sucking me in so nice. Is my good girl needy? Have you been craving this?"

Every inch he sank into me brought another desperate plea from me, "Sir, please, please, yes.."

Once he was finally seated inside of me, he moaned softly in approval at the way my pussy clenched, tightening around him, almost as if to keep him deep forever. His cock slid out, almost to the very tip before he surged forward, thrusting so hard that I saw stars from the sharp pleasure. "More," comes my distorted whine, a keen, "God, more."

My begging continued and every beg was met with a matched thrust, harder and deeper than the last until he was pounding into me. Our moans matched the insane pace, the resounding sound of his hips bouncing off my ass, the slap of skin on skin. "Don't stop," I begged, whined, turning to look at him with pouty eyes. He growled in primal lust as he pulled me in, his lips fastening on mine.

He swallowed my moans, our tongues colliding, swirling, tasting to match the harsh pace of our thrusts. His arms tightened their hold on me as my pussy tightened around him, soft squelching adding to the mess. The pleasure consumed me, his taste only adding to my desperation as I clung to him, inside and out.

A squeaking moan left me, lost in his own groan of pleasure as our lips clashed and we breathed together. My pussy spasmed, coating him in my sticky wetness just as he bottomed out inside me. I felt him throb inside me, once, twice, his hot cum pooling deep inside me as my walls milked him of every drop.

The messy kiss turned more gentle as he relaxed his hold on me, kissing down from my lips to my neck. "Did I make it up to you?" comes a soft rumble of his voice against my throat as I feel his hips rock gently, his cock pulling breathy moans from me at the whisper of pleasure.

"I think I might need extra convincing," comes my needy reply.

Every one of my “work wives” so far has been “just a friend.”

"Just friends" while we're fucking in a hotel room with our phones off

This is so hot. Maybe one day I’ll be able to have this in my life.

i want to be owned so completely. told what to do, what to wear, what to say, what to think. not allowed to leave home without a load of cum in my pussy. not allowed to call anyone without a vibrator on my clit. not allowed to eat until i've sucked you off, and even then everything i eat has to contain cum. not allowed to wear panties or think for myself. wanna be someone's permanently braindead little rapeslave, too stupid for anything else.