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Dirty Daddy

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“Tired?” he asks me, a note of defiance to his words. “There’s a lot more to come, babe. I’m insatiable.”

I open my mouth to respond, but something snaps inside of me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and wait until I feel my real body. Like before, I’m still sitting down, the glasses on my face; I reach for them, and finally, I feel my real hand moving. My fingers are trembling, but I still manage to grab the glasses. With one quick movement, I pull them off of my face.

“Christ,” I mutter as the light in the room crashes against my eyes. I blink twice, floating down from the dream state I was in. Ethan is sitting in a chair in front of me, his mouth slightly ajar as he looks down at the iPad he has in his hands. A warning goes off in his screen, and he raises his head to look at me.

“So?” he simply asks, eager to hear my thoughts. I can’t help but notice that there’s a thick and hard shape straining against his pants.

“It was…” Fuck, how can I possible describe something like this? I’m soaking wet right now, and my own fluids have drenched my thong and ran down my thighs. I’m a wet mess, and all because of Ethan’s Illicit Escape glasses. Not knowing what to say, I simply place the glasses back in their box and go up to my feet. In two steps I cover the distance between Ethan and I, and opening my legs, I sit on his lap, straddling him. “It was… amazing. It’s brilliant.” I tell him, trying to say something mildly interesting. I quickly give up on it, though; there’s no way I can focus on this right now. “I want the real thing,” I whisper, leaning in. It doesn’t matter how good what I just went through was… Nothing beats real life, and right now, I need a hefty dose of it.

“Now you’re talking…” he tells me, grabbing my hair by the root and yanking on it. He places his free hand on my dress and just rips it open. The sound of the fabric tearing apart makes me even wetter, although I have no idea how that's even possible. Pulling harshly, he ruins my dress completely, and simply discards it to the floor without a second thought.

Following his lead, I place both my hands on his chest and tear his shirt open. The buttons pop out at once, and scatter themselves on the floor as I flatten the palm of my hands against his chiseled muscles.

I raise my hips slightly and take my hands to his crotch. Doing my best to steady my fingers, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull his cock out. I feel his warmness against my hand, and the desire to have him inside of me simply overwhelms me. He’s in the same state as I am; moving suddenly, he places his fingers against my pussy and flicks my thong to the side. The moment I feel the fabric sliding against my skin, I curl my fingers around his shaft, and keeping it still, ease myself down.

The moment I feel him in my pussy, I let out one loud scream. My throat hurts from the effort and I realize that, while I had the glasses on, I was really moaning and screaming throughout the whole thing.

“You have a dirty, dirty mind,” he whispers against my ear, thrusting as hard as he can. I moan in response, and he continues to speak. “You can’t imagine how fucking hard I got seein

g what you did with me…”

To know that he saw everything that was going on inside my mind makes my head spin. It’s almost as if someone could peer into your dreams and record it. Voyeurism at its extreme, and I fucking love it.

“Well, what can I say?” I place my arms over his shoulders and I start to sway my hips, riding him hard. “When it comes to you, I have no limits.” I move over his cock as fast as I can, and I already feel ecstasy bubbling up to the surface. No wonder—after coming so many times without going through the motions, my body is aching for some real release.

It comes quickly and without warning: my pussy clenches around his shaft and I lean into him, digging my fingernails into his back. A convulsion of pleasure takes over my body and I feel it shaking as it never did before. I feel my brain frying up, and the fire under my skin scorches every single one of my nerve endings. This is Heaven, pure and simple.

Not wanting to lose momentum, I climb down from him, making his cock pop out of me in the process. My legs grow weak as I stand up, and I fall down to my knees; not that I care, this is exactly what I want.

Without waiting a single second to see his reaction, I grab his cock and go for it, planting my lips on his tip. My own scent and flavor hits me, and I just let go completely. I roll my lips down his shaft and I go all the way down, only stopping when I meet the skin at the root of his cock. This time, when his glans hits the back of my throat, there’s some discomfort as I struggle to breath; and this is exactly what makes the real thing so much better. The way I see it, the best things in life are the hardest ones? Why should it be any different when it comes to sex?

Bobbing my head up and down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft at the same time, and then start to move my hand at the same rhythm of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, it doesn’t take very long for a slight spasm to take over his cock. After spending God knows how long watching me being fucked by his virtual self, he must be aching for release even more than I was. I mean, at least I was coming throughout the whole thing, when all he could do was stare.

Without warning, his cock spasms harshly, and just like that, a flood of cum fills my mouth. All it takes is two spasms for my mouth to be brimming with semen, thick strands of it dripping down my chin. I pull back immediately, but he keeps on shooting, hitting me straight in the face with his cum.

I keep stroking him as he cums, forcing him to unleash his load upon my half naked body. I’m still wearing my bra and thong; there was no time to take these off when all I needed was to have him inside of me, and I’m sure it will all go straight to the laundry once I leave.

Still holding all his cum inside my mouth, I go up to my feet as soon as he stops shooting his load. I straddle him again, and not leaving him the time to react, lean in and press my mouth against his. I push my tongue against his mouth and force him to part his lips; he obliges and we submit to a frenzied kiss, our tongues swapping his cum as if it were the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

When I pull back from his kiss, exhaustion finally takes over me. My body grows limp, and if he wasn’t holding me I’d fall straight to the floor. Smiling, he pulls his pants up and picks me up, carrying me in his arms. I feel myself drifting off, and the moment he lays me down on his soft bed, I’m a goner.

God, why did it take this long for me to find out that there are men like Ethan walking around?

125

Brittney

When I open my eyes, it’s already morning. I blink twice as my brain reboots, trying to figure out where the hell I am. Cotton sheets are covering my naked body, and behind me, there’s another naked body—Ethan’s. All at once, the memories of last night flood me. God, that was intense; Ethan’s VR glasses left me spent and exhausted, and then we fucked as if we just had a few minutes to live. No wonder I passed out. I was half comatose by the time he came.

There’s a wide smile on my lips and I have no idea where it’s coming from. My heart is beating steadily, drumming a happy tune, and I realize that I haven’t been this happy in ages. I think of turning to Ethan to wake him up, but we’re spooning and he has his arm draped over my body. So, I do the next logical thing and press my ass back against him; in half a heartbeat, I feel something thick and long stiffening and pushing against my ass cheeks. Hello there.

Ethan stirs, and then his hand goes down my side as he wakes up. “G’morning,” he whispers with a lazy voice. I guess last night wasn’t easy on him as well.

“Good morning,” I repeat after him, pushing my ass harder against his cock. His shaft is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I start to grind against him in soft, gentle movements. I’ve just woken up and I’m already eager to go at it again… Christ, he’s like a drug, and I’m already an addict.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” he asks me, his hand going down to my ass. He squeezes one cheek gently, and then moves his hand up to my breasts.

“Never,” I purr, that uncontrollable smile still dancing on my lips. “Not when I’m with you.”



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