Page 11 of The Unexpected

“Look at you,” I say, “already addicted to the taste of my cock.”

Stella doesn’t deny it. She nods, desperate, big breasts heaving as she stares up into my eyes. “Yes. Please. More.”

I lean over, then say, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She obediently does as told, lifting her chin like she’s a baby bird about to be fed. Sure enough, I hock deep in my throat, letting the saliva pool in my mouth and then slowly, spit it into her mouth. Stella’s surprised at first, her big blue eyes going wide and panicked, but then her lashes drop as she accepts the depravity.

“Mmm,” she moans. “Oh.”

“Good girl,” I rasp. “Now swallow.”

She swallows, moaning again, and her hand creeps between her thighs, working her clit with frantic little circles. I watch, mesmerized, as she rubs herself while enjoying the taste of my saliva.

“You want some of it down there, my little cumbucket?” I ask. “You want Daddy’s saliva on your pussy, rubbed into your little clit?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes. “Yes yes yes!”

The words are are a gut punch. I grit my teeth, my balls tightening, as I push my dick into her mouth and down her throat in one forceful stroke. Her eyes go wide as she gags, choking desperately, but I show no mercy.

“Take it,” I rasp. “Learn to be a good cocksucker.”

I fuck her face hard, fast, ignoring her muffled gags until I feel myself cresting. My balls begin to rise, the pulse in my groin unescapable.

“Get ready,” I order, and she does—wide, tongue out, eyes shining. “Daddy’s coming. Oh shit shit shit! FUCK!”

It happens then. I unload in her mouth, thick and hot, powerful streams of sperm shooting down her throat as she swallows furiously, trying to get it all. She chokes a bit, her eyes tearing, but Stella’s talented, not to mention determined. She swallows all of it, not spilling a drop. I watch her, chest heaving, the taste of her submission as strong as anything I’ve ever known.

When I’m spent, I pull out of her mouth, watching my massive member exit her lips, glistening inch by inch.

She gags and chokes a little, coughing, as I watch, pleased.

“Good girl,” I rasp.

Then, I pull her up by the hair. She stumbles, almost falling, but I catch her, hold her tight against me. I knead her ass, fingers digging into the flesh, then slide my hand up to cup one big breast. She’s trembling, her pussy slick and pulsing against my thigh.

“This is just the start,” I tell her, my voice a low growl in her ear. “I’m going to teach you everything. You’re going to learn the art of cock worship with a real cock, not that puny little thing your boyfriend was wielding. You understand?”

She nods, frantic, her hands clawing at my shoulders.

“Say it,” I demand. “Say, Yes, Daddy. I want to learn the art of cock worship with your cock as my guide. I swear I’ll use my pussy, ass and mouth to the best of my abilities to please your big cock.”

The words are so rancid as to be almost silly, but her big breasts rise as she inhales sharply.

“Say it,” I command again.

Stella nods and swallows hard, her eyes on me.

“Yes, Daddy, I want to learn the art of cock worship using your cock.”

“My big cock,” I interject.

“Your big cock,” she mumbles, flushing beet red.

“I promise to use my pussy, ass, and mouth to the best of my abilities to please you,” I command.

She swallows again, but then says, “I promise to use my pussy, ass, and mouth to the best of my abilities to please you. I want to be your little fuck doll, Daddy. I want you to fuck me everywhere, pussy, ass, everywhere. Please, Hunter.”

I kiss her, bruising and hard, my thumb stroking her jaw.