With that, James began to fuck her harder, the Vaseline and her own juices lubricating their movements. God, she loved this; he could feel it in the way her body moved against his, the way she arched her back, the way she cried out. "You're Daddy's slut now," he growled, his voice low and possessive.
"Oh yes, I am," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure and submission.
"You will do as I say, when I say, do you understand?" he said, his eyes boring into hers. They remained in the missionary position, his rhythm relentless. "When Daddy wants pussy, he gets it. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their coupling.
"And when I want to share you with my friends," he continued, pounding her harder and harder, "you won't say no."
"Fuck no, Daddy," she moaned, "I'll do as you say."
He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. "Get on all fours," he commanded. "I want you from behind."
She obeyed instantly. He felt the familiar tightness of her virgin hole as he pushed inside her again. "That's it," he grunted, "take Daddy's cock." He continued, his pace relentless, his words a mix of commands and pronouncements. "And by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be the country's biggest slut. And by the time you reach my age and have grandkids, you'll be the most sought-after GILF on all the land!"
"Fuck, Daddy, fuck me harder!" she screamed, her body convulsing. She could feel him tense up.
"I'm going to cum," he announced, his voice tight with pleasure. "And it's staying inside you."
With a loud grunt, he emptied his hot, sticky cum deep inside her virgin pussy. She loved it; he loved it. They lay there for a few minutes, spent and entangled, in a blissful mess of sweat and cum.
After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, Andrea said, "I better go home before my father wakes up." |