Hot Dad Next Door (Temptation Next Door)

I felt nothing but the cold touch of the air. He had taken everything from me; he had clipped away all my clothes, he had taken away my sight and made me feel as helpless as I had ever been in my life.

Maybe I was – I did allow him to do all this to me just so I could secure a business loan. Why did I ever stoop so low?

That was when I felt the warm moisture between my own legs. I could not help but bite down on my lip when a thought crept up into my mind: was this turning me on?

“Ah!” I cried out in shock when I felt his finger slide down the very lips of my pussy. It felt thick and strong, and it parted my soft lips with ease. He simply let it slide down the length of my slit, soaking up the juices as I squirmed and moaned in shame.

“You blush,” he told me as he took his finger back. I tried to move my head around but the blindfold prevented me from seeing where he was. “You’re a virgin but already so warm and wet. I wonder how often you fantasize about sex.”

I refused to answer that. I may have given him my body but I won’t let him play his mind games over me.

“Silent,” he then said. “Perhaps you think you’ll come out on top after all this. Let me warn you as early as now: there is no winning here. You have already lost the moment you walked into my office. You are mine. You are my slut. Say it.”

I shook my head. I wouldn’t give in so easily.

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sp; Slap!

“Aah, fuck!” I cried out in pain when he slapped my face.

Slap!

“F-fuck!” I shouted once again when he slapped my tits. The sting burned so painfully on my skin and nipples I thought I was going to go crazy. It was only then I realized he didn’t use his hand – he had hit me with his belt.

“I-I’m your slut, daddy,” I surrendered.

Almost as if a mockery of my shame I felt him pull my legs and drag me closer to the edge of the tiny table I rest on. Marcus then hoisted my legs up high and he hung them both on his shoulders. For a moment he didn’t move and I could only assume he was admiring my body – or at least my pussy, perhaps.

Then I felt his cock as it slide through the folds of my tender womanhood. I squirmed as I tried to move and avoid his assault but I was locked in place, blinded and helpless. I tried to scream but every time I opened my mouth he rewarded me with a slap or he’d twist my nipples.

He then took me. I felt my world spin when he broke through my hymen and a sea of pain washed over my body as he continued to thrust and plow his massive meat deep into my walls. He parted my flesh, burrowing his way in with little to no regard to my yelps and cries. With my legs hoisted up my pussy was squeezing his shaft even tighter than it normally would but that only made me feel more intoxicated from the relentless pounding.

Yet despite the rough assault I felt my body begin to rock in tandem to his thrusts. My pussy was getting wetter and warmer the longer he fucked me. My breasts swelled with the pain from his hits but in mere minutes I felt a strange elation from his touch. It did not take long and soon my cries of pain became moans of pleasure and ecstasy.

“D-daddy, please, fuck me,” I heard the words escape from my lips. I felt so shocked realizing I had uttered those words out loud but all I did in response was to say them over and over again. I was begging for him to keep pounding into me.

He was right. I always did fantasize about sex. Back home I’d see my mom bringing home guys from the bar she worked at and there were times where I’d hear them fucking in the other room. The sound of their passion would turn me on and more than a couple of times I thought of seducing the men she’d bring, hoping I’d get lucky with one of them.

Perhaps this was why my mom dressed me in such a slutty fashion. Maybe she knew I was just like her. If I only knew sex felt this damn good I probably surrendered my virginity a long time ago.

It was so good I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel the knot forming in my gut and my cries got louder as I felt the pressure building from within. Marcus himself was on the edge of his orgasm and soon enough he pulled his cock out just so he could spill his hot, sticky cum all over my pussy, belly and chest.

“D-daddy I want to cum,” I didn’t know if I was saying the right words. I could only copy what I’ve seen in porn videos online. I could only hope he was going to let me hit my climax because it was building so heavily inside me.

Suddenly I felt his heavy hand press down on my pussy. With his thumb he rubbed my clit and simultaneously slid his index finger through the folds of my womanhood. In a fast, circular motion he played with me, enticing me to cum, and I could feel my whole body begin to tremble with the building orgasm as it prepared to explode.

Yet he suddenly let go and deprived me of my release.

“D-daddy please!” I cried out.

Slap!

He took off my blindfold right after he had once again hit me across the face. I could see he was naked, covered in sweat and breathing heavily from our session. It was then that I got to fully appreciate just how good-looking he was: his body was built like that of a military man, lean and muscular.

“You haven’t earned the right to cum,” he then told me. He then pushed his cock right into my face. With his other hand he held onto my face and squeezed. “You have to work for it.”

With one hand he pushed my face against his cock, rubbing its shaft against my cheek. I felt my chest heave and tears began to well in my eyes. I didn’t want to give up and cry though – I was afraid he would treat me even harsher than he already was.