Daddy's Office

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I woke up Saturday morning feeling not great. Not terribly hungover, but a bit tight in the throat and around the eyes. My pelvis and cock ached. Right. I could still see Carol’s destroyed stockings in a heap on the bed. 

I hadn’t slept well. I had some vivid dreams I’d rather not get into. I’m not sure if that was the alcohol interfering with my REM cycles or Carol’s abrupt exit. I’m not into sex that’s too casual; I prefer a cuddle and a chat afterward, at the very least. And as much as I like a dirty, kinky encounter, I still want to feel like a human.

But sometimes this can happen when two people use each other for sex. And we had—she wanted a kinky fuck and some revenge on her ex, and I was bitter over Ellen’s spurning me. I hadn’t advocated for myself, either—I never asked Carol to stay with me for a while before she left. I felt like this was a situation of my own making. I rubbed my hand down my exasperated face. My fingers still smelled like her pussy. A nice smell. The tip of my tongue flicked the skin, enjoying her taste. But she wasn’t as sweet as Ellen.

“Ugh. Fuck.” I grumbled, sitting up in bed.

I reached for the cup of water on the nightstand—apparently I’d had the foresight to leave myself water for the morning. I closed my eyes and took a moment to have gratitude for that act of self-care. Perspective was coming back, even as the body aches lingered. This feeling would pass. I would be OK.

I donned my swim trunks and, after stopping in the hotel restaurant for a full English breakfast and some tea, I took myself to the pool. Getting in motion would do me good.

My throat dropped into my chest when I arrived: There was Ellen, laying on one of the poolside sunloungers with her knees up and a paperback in hand. She wore a leopard print bikini. My head started aching again at the sight of her.

I thought about leaving, but she turned her head and spotted me too quickly. Those big brown eyes. Shit. I wasn’t going to be seen running away. I waved nervously, my arm feeling too limp to complete the gesture. She just kept staring with a hardened side-eye. Her lips opened slightly, as if she’d bubble out a thought, and then quickly closed again.

I set my things down on a chair on the side of the pool opposite from Ellen and got myself into the water. She looked like she was reading again. Not paying attention to me. Fine, I thought. I’m here to swim anyway.

On my fourth slow, plodding lap, I almost collided with someone standing up in my lane. “Whoah!” I cried.

“Hi,” a familiar, high voice intoned. I wiped my eyes with my forearm. Ellen. I sighed.

“Hi . . . Ellen,” I said with a half-hearted smile.

“Did you have fun last night?” She steamed, glaring.

I blinked. “What?”

“Who was she? Some stupid floozy barfly?” My jaw clenched. Great. She saw me at the bar picking up Carol.

“Ellen, why are you upset?”

“Because I was hoping you were different! You’re just another loser guy who sticks his dick in whatever is available!” People around the pool were looking at us now. Others were intentionally keeping their eyes away, which felt somehow worse. To be noticed and intently avoided.

“Hey,” I said quietly, trying to divert attention, “why don’t we chat not in the middle of the pool?” I touched my hand to her upper arm, thinking this would comfort her. Her skin felt lovely against my finger pads, even through chlorinated London pool water.

“Fine,” she glowered.

We both got out of the pool and got our things. Across from her, I watched as she bent slightly in her bikini, the bottoms stretched taut and revealing her pale, bubbly ass cheeks. Even pissed off, I couldn’t help licking my lips. The memory of her scent—free of chlorine—returned to me.

We walked to a hallway off to the side from the pool, where doors led to locker rooms and restrooms. I started off our conversation.

“I thought you were ’figuring your shit out’ and didn’t want to talk to me.” I said. “So what the fuck?” I tried to stay calm and level, but I don't think I was succeeding.

“Just because I can't hang out with you I want a—a—a front row seat to you banging out some whore!" Ellen exclaimed.

"Ellen, look, I'm sorry." I began. "I didn't even see you at the bar—" I started explaining, but Ellen quickly cut me off.

"—and I had such a good time hanging out with you—an actual good time, even with my boyfriend being such a tool—"

"I had a good time, too, really—" I tried again. But she kept going.

"—and we basically all but boned, which we shouldn't have, and it was amazing! I don't know if I've ever cum that much! I just wanted my stupid boyfriend to be sweet to me and also eat my ass, because after you did that I don't think I can live without it!" I would've told her how hot I found this, but she kept rambling away. "Did I get to enjoy any of that? No. Not at all! All I got was an earful of you screwing some hussy's brains out, and I was horny and unsatisfied and—it's not fair, OK, David?!" Ellen's cheeks flushed pink with the force of her rant. She was pouting something fierce.

I took a breath, then said, ". . . so you're upset because you wanted me to eat your ass again?" Yes, that was my takeaway. Call it wishful thinking, call it the lustful effect she had on me. Or maybe it was hangover horniness. Who knows. But that's what came out of my mouth.

"That's not what I said," Ellen demurred. Her eyes were glancing up and down my body. I took a step towards her.

"I'd be happy," I said softly, inches from her face, "to push you into this bathroom, get on my knees, and eat your ass. Right here. Right now."

"David!" She hissed. "That's so naughty."

But I didn't hear a no in there.

I turned a bathroom door handle and, grasping Ellen's preposterously flared hip, pulled her inside with me. It was a nice single occupancy bathroom, as one would expect from a hotel like this—soft lighting, designer sink, nice tiling. It was large enough for handicap purposes or managing a child or two. But I don't remember details—I was too focused on the curvy prize in there with me.

"I'll make it up to you," I said. "Turn around. Pull your bottoms down."

"You think I'd do that?" She spat. "God, David. You think I'd just bend over and let you dig your tongue into my soft, tight holes in a public bathroom?" Her nipples were visibly hard through the leopard bikini top.

"Yeah, you're right." I grabbed her ass and spun her around so she was against the far wall, her palms on the tiles, with my stirring cock pressing through my still-damp trunks right into her bubbly buns. "You want Daddy to make you bend over and give up that ass."

"Da—oh my god!" My hand darted into her bikini bottoms, fingers finding her drenched pussy. As if by submissive instinct, Ellen arched her back and threw her fat, fuckable ass back on my fingers, helping me pierce her burning cunt deeper. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" I hooked my digits. She writhed. I could feel Ellen's fuck channel squeezing and spasming.

"Are you going to cum already?" I sneered. "You dirty little sex kitten. I love how fucking easy you get off for me." I bit her ear lightly. Fingers undulating like ocean waves up her juicy snatch.

"Oooh! Oh! It feels so good!" I smacked her ass with an open palm as I continued finger-fucking her pussy, making it clap. "Oh! Ouch!" She yelped.

"Aww, was that too hard?" I asked.

"N-no. No, Daddy," she whined. Ah, the magic word.

"Good girl. And good girls get rewarded."

As promised, I dropped to my knees behind her, yanking her bikini bottoms down over those wide hips and out of that plush ass crack as I went. Right before my eyes, I had it: my hands digging into her cheeks and spreading Ellen wide, treating me to the unspoiled sights of a glistening, hairless pussy and a pretty, puckered asshole.

"Fuck yes!" I growled. I dove right between those plush booty cheeks and licked a long, powerful lash of my tongue along her flowing cunt, savoring the flavor of Ellen's yummy, grooling slit.

"D-Daddy!" She mewled, wiggling back on me, feeding me the prey I was hungrily devouring. "That's so good. So good!" I lapped upward, away from her clit, drilling my tongue into her pussy. "Yesss!" She moaned as I tasted her cunthoney from the source, nice and deep.

"Where else you want my tongue?" I teased, giving her another rough lick up her twat.

"In—ohhh," she shuddered under my tonguing. "In my ass, Daddy!" She whined.

"Show me." I ordered. "Spread this gorgeous ass for me and show me your hot little asshole. Show me where a slut like you needs her Daddy's tongue."

Ellen reached back and scooped under her fleshy cheeks, a palm on each side. Thick girl bubble butt parted like the Red Sea, displaying her yummy little fuckholes—cuntslit and crinkled asshole.

"Is that what you want to see, Daddy? My spread holes opening up for you?"

"Rngnhh!" I roared, too animalistic for words. My tongue skewered her asshole, pressing inside, licking all around.

"Yes, Daaaadyyy!" She wailed. "I needed—ooo—needed this. Yesss, eat my ass!"

"Love eating this ass," I bayed between her thick, juicy ass cheeks, tongue dancing all around her ring. I reached my right hand down to open my trunks so I could pump my steel-hard dick as I licked. A glob of precum lubed me up. I fisted my dick furiously, intoxicated by the aroma of Ellen's sweet little holes.

"Tongue-fuck my slutty asshole, Daddy! Oooh, thank youuuu!" She moaned throatily. My left hand was digging into soft booty flesh, my thumb well positioned to toy her cunt in tandem with my tongue on her backdoor. "Fuck! Fuck!" Thumb stroking clit and tongue licking asshole, Ellen shuddered out extra honey onto my chin.

"Did you just cum?" I glared from between her trembling thickness. "Did you just cum getting your asshole licked?"

"I—oooh," she panted. I went back to licking before I got a response.

Electric lust jolted me upright. I stood. My painfully hard cock found her pussy. She was so wet—the slightest push and I'd be buried in her. Raw. The way lust-crazed Daddy dick needs from a woman who smells and feels and tastes this good.

"Time Daddy had this pussy, princess," I intoned.

"Oh, no, we ca-can't," Ellen moaned. But her body disagreed with her words. She was grinding her cunt back on the head of my dick. My precum sloshing together with her wetness.

"But you want this cock, don't you? You want to feel every single fucking vein pressing up your hot little pussy."

"But—c-condom," she whined, still massaging her soused slit back on me.

"Condom? I thought you wanted a hot, raw, nasty fuck." I said. She whined submissively. "I thought you wanted to feel this bare cock skewer your cunt and pound you the fuck out."

"D-Daddy," she whined, conflicted, still pressing back. "Want . . . raw—oh!—raw, bare c-cock."

"Gladly." I pressed forward gently. She pushed back, doing most of the work to seal her sloppy, raw gash all around my throbbing prick.

"OH FUCK!" Ellen shrieked as half my cock burrowed up her.

"Fuck YES!" I roared, feeling the hottest, wettest pussy gurgling along my dick. Her cunt softly trembled, as if submitting to my conquering her raw breeding hole. I couldn't wait—I pulled back and plunged my full length into her.

"Ah! Fuck! That's huge!" She whimpered as my trim pelvis clapped her huge ass.

"And you're taking all of it! So fucking wet!" I groaned. Her cunt was singing on my dick, gushing and sloshing, the sweet music of burbling pussy filling the bathroom along with the fleshy slapping sounds of a horny man plowing his bitch from the back.

"Raw—Daddy—pounding my pussy!" She moaned, incoherent, pussy clasping so tightly it nearly pushed me out of her.

"You just came again, you hot little bitch!" I accused, pounding away at my bent-over slut.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"You like Daddy's raw cock up your cunt, slut?"

"I love it!" She cried! "I love it! I'm a slave for raw cock!"

"Fuck yes you are!" I dug my hands hard into her hips, spurred on by her words. "This raw dick owns your holes, baby. You're my sweet little fuckdoll." Ass clapping, pulsing cunt and throbbing dick writhing together. This was primal. Mating behavior. I was on fire. I knew Ellen was, too, but I didn't care. I just needed this.

"I love it, Daddy! I love it!" I smacked her ass hard. "Oof! Yes! Degrade me, Daddy!" She begged. So I spanked her again. "I'm just a hole for you! Use me, Daddy. Own me!"

Pumping Ellen nasty on my bare dick, I swiped a thumb up her gushing slit and teased it around her asshole. "Daddy owns you here, too, doesn't he?"

"Oh! Oh!" That wasn't the response I wanted, I started pressing my thickest digit up her ass. My thumb slid in with ease. Like Ellen was made to be my anal whore. "Fuck!" She wailed. "That's so much!"

"But I fucking own this ass, don't I?" I demanded, massaging inside her asshole with my thumbprint as my cock smashed her pussy.

"You own my ass, Daddy! You own me! Fucking use me! Use me!"

"Gonna use you as my cumdumpster, bitch!" Flesh smacking rapidly, my cock felt on the verge of exploding.

"B-breed me, Daddy," Ellen whimpered softly.

That word—breed—sent me into overdrive. I dug my thumb deeper up her ass, pressing it downward so I could feel my cock sawing in and out of her cunt through that thin membrane separating pussy from asshole.

"Oh! Oh!" She seemed to love that.

"Gonna breed you, bitch!" My hips were flying up her. "Daddy owns—this—cunt!" And there it was: Fully embedded, cock imprinting her cervix, I came. I started spraying my cum as deep inside Ellen as any man possibly could.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Ellen's orgasming pussy tried to squeeze me out again, but I kept it buried deep. She was mine. Her orgasm was to milk my wad into her. As deep as she could take it. As much semen as I could plant in her. She smelled like primal sexuality, and I needed to redecorate her bare pussy with my DNA. Her asshole fluttered on my thumb. It felt like I was jetting out the biggest ropes of spunk I'd ever shot in my life.

Our mutual orgasms left us both a mess. Both panting. Ellen was still braced against the wall—impressive leg and core strength, to hold herself up through that onslaught—but her knees were buckling. My torso flopped to rest on her back, though I tried not to put too much weight on her. I had mostly come down from my white-hot orgasm, but I still felt a few drops of cum flowing out my cockhead and into Ellen's body. My thumb was free from her asshole. I was kneading her hips. My conquest complete. 

"That . . . that was incredible," I huffed between breaths. I was dripping sweat onto her. She didn't say anything for maybe a full minute. Just kept breathing. Then she spoke.

"I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I let you fuck me raw!" She was clearly upset. I thought it the right time to pull out and give her space. "Oof," she grunted as my half-hard, slowly-softening cock came out of her cum-filled pussy.

"It was incredible. Absolutely incredible. And you don't have anything to worry about from me. Fuck, that was so good, Ellen." I enthused.

She stood up and turned towards me. Tears in her eyes. Her bikini bottoms were still around her ankles, her tits covered in the top. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did you not have a good time?”

“Of course I did!” She cried. “You fucked me so good. That's what makes it so bad! I have a boyfriend and you just fucked me bare, better than I've been fucked in I can't even remember how long!"

"I'm . . . sorry?" I offered stupidly.

Ellen reached down and touched herself between her legs. "Ngh," she grunted. "I'm so sore. And you came so much. Holy shit. I thought my boyfriend came a lot. You—ngh—there's so much cum in me." Her fingertip teased her opening. I couldn't tell if she was inspecting the aftermath or trying to turn me on again.

"Want more?" I asked, my mouth hanging open slightly.

She pulled up her bikini bottoms. “I need to go back to my room. I need to think. Oh, God.”

We exited the pool area bathroom together. As we turned the corner, the hotel worker at the front desk, a biracial man in a polo shirt, gave me a knowing smile. Ellen kept her eyes towards the elevators, but I caught his gaze tracing the curves of her body. He had a good idea what had happened. No doubt he'd love to have a go with her, too.

When the elevator came, I turned to her. “Want me to take the next one?” I asked.

“It’s fine,” she said sullenly, her tongue catching in the back of her throat.

She pressed the button for my floor. She wasn’t looking at me. She kept looking straight ahead at the panel of buttons.

“What floor are you on?” I asked her.

“Are you serious, David?” She cocked an eye in my direction.

“Ye—yes?” I wasn't sure what she was getting at.

“I can’t believe you.” She rolled her eyes. She didn't seem to be in a communicative mood, so I kept mum.

We got out of the elevator. I walked towards my room, and Ellen walked next to me. I kept glancing over at her, watching her thighs jiggle. As in the elevator, she kept her eyes forward.

She was still with me when I reached my door. “Are you coming in?” I asked.

“Um, no,” she returned coldly, her head shaking slightly. She knocked on the door of the room next to mine. She waited for maybe twenty seconds before sighing and rummaging through her small handbag for a room key. She tapped it to the card reader, and the door light lit green. She pulled it open and walked in.

The door was closing of its own weight when I heard her shriek, “What the fuck? What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” I sprang and caught the door so I could check on her.

When I stepped into the room next to mine, I saw, on the hotel room couch, a man scrambling to close his trousers and buckle his belt. Those black-rimmed glasses he had. It was the man I saw come out of this room a few days ago. And on the floor right in front of him, on her knees, was that same skinny blonde girl.

“Baby,” he smiled at Ellen, with all the sincerity of someone who knew he'd been caught redhanded. “I thought you were out for the day.”

“You thought I was out?” Ellen raged. “You thought I was OUT?! Is that why you’re getting a fucking blowjob from some other girl in our hotel room, Jack?!”

The blonde girl stood up slowly. “Ellen, I’m so sorry.” Her voice was high and forward and American. Even wavering with her tearing up, I noticed how similar she sounded to Ellen. There was still a trail of saliva down her face.

“How could you, Steph?” Ellen questioned her. “We’ve shared drinks before. Oh my god!” Ellen yelled at the man. “Is she why we’re in London? Because she's living here? Is this the fucking business trip you had to take?!”

Suddenly things started clicking for me. “Wait, is this your boyfriend?” I asked Ellen. But she wasn’t paying attention to me.

“Who the hell is he?” The man in glasses shouted.

Ellen’s fists were clenched tightly at her sides. “Oh, I’ll fucking tell you who he is, Jay,” she sneered. “He’s someone who’s actually here for business. Not to fuck some—some workplace sidepiece! When you were up here, ‘working’ or whatever,“ Ellen gesticulated air quotes, “instead of going on dates with me like you promised we would, he actually spent time to me. Just because he's nice. Just because he thought I was fun to be around. He didn’t belittle me or pretend that my career doesn’t matter! You asshole!”

A part of me was mortified, standing behind Ellen, watching this drama unfold. But another part of me was enrapt. If I had popcorn I’d been munching on it. I was beginning to understand what made soap operas so engrossing.

“Babe, we weren’t even doing any—” The man started.

“I saw your dick in her mouth!” Ellen screamed. She shook her head. “And you. I can't believe it. You turned me down. I kept telling you—begging, even, being sexy about it—I wanted to suck your cock, Jack! I was telling you how I wanted to be a sloppy cocksucking whore for you, but you said you ‘had to work,’ you ‘had to focus.’”

The blonde looked at the man on the couch like he’d slapped her. “You told me you two barely ever had sex anymore,” she sniffled.

“Maybe if you weren’t always so demanding,” this dude, Jack, started at Ellen, “always pressuring me—”

“No. No, no, no!” Ellen cut in. “You never told me anything like that. You never even tried to talk to me! Not once. Not once, Jack!” She shook her head. “You could’ve said, ‘baby, it’s been a rough time, can I have space?’ Or ‘can we just cuddle tonight?’ You said nothing. Nothing!

“And you always act like you want more sex!” Ellen screamed. “You’ve been begging me to let you stick it in my ass. And last night I told you you could!”

“Yeah, if I put my tongue in your butt,” he miffed, sounding almost like a child. “That’s gross.”

“Gross?! How am I supposed to want you to fuck my ass if you think it’s so gross you won’t give it a lick? I told you how dirty that makes me feel. And it's not fun-dirty!”

“Assholes are dirty, Ellen!” He shot back.

“I showered for you!” She cried. "I made sure I was clean. You barely even eat my pussy. Why . . . ." She seemed to have a revelation. "Why have I put up with you for so long?

Ellen glanced back at me for a moment and then turned back to Jack, who was now fuming, arms crossed over his chest. The blonde woman was standing up, her head hung in shame.

“You know what?” Ellen said. “Fuck it. I’ve been struggling with how you’ve cold shouldered me. With what it did to me. I wanted to be better for you. I wanted to try. But fuck you, Jack. Fuck you. You're not worth trying for.” 

Ellen turned towards me and stepped forward. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her bikini-bared booty. “Wanna fuck my newly single ass?” She asked, looking up at me with pouty lips and bouncing her butt against my palm.

“Is that what you actually want right now?” I said quizzically. I couldn’t help giving her ass a squeeze. Jack looked furious. The blonde looked mortified.

“I want you to fucking rail my asshole. Hard. Hard enough that I forget about my dirtbag ex,” she looked over her shoulder and shot daggers from her eyes at him, “and scream down the walls of this fucking hotel.”

Ellen ushered us out of the room. Holding the door open with her body, she turned back to Jack and his mistress and said, “I’ll get my stuff in an hour. But you might want to be out of here before then.” She let go of the door, and quickly we made it into my room next door.

“Fucking bastard!” Ellen swore once the door was closed. “I bet that skank can’t even suck cock half as well as I do.” She grabbed my hand and walked me over to my bed. Springing onto her tiptoes, she kissed me, hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth and rubbing my cock through my swim trunks.

“Ellen,” I broke in, pulling away from her, “are you sure this is what you need right now? That was a lot you just went through.”

“I appreciate you,” she replied. Her hands grasped my waist. Her eyes were full of fire and depth. “I really do. Console me like a nice guy later. Right now, I need you to fucking destroy me.”

Blood rushed into my cock at her words. Ellen dropped to her knees and undid my trunks, yanking them to my ankles.

“Now that’s a cock," she said with awe. She grabbed my hardening dick and licked sloppily from balls to tip before wrapping her lips around me, taking me deep into her mouth.

“You suck so good!” I groaned, standing there with my head flung back and my cock embedded in this sloppy suckslut’s mouth. Ellen stared up at me, brown doe eyes shimmering submissively as she bobbed nastily up and down my dick.

With a slurp, Ellen let my slimy dick fall from her mouth. “You like how I suck your big dick, Daddy?” She teased. She was loud. She wanted her ex to hear this.

“God damn! You know I do! You’re so—aw, fuck yeah, gobble up that cock!” She dove back in, savoring my dick like it was the sweetest candy. “Yes, jerk it while you suck me, you sexy slut!” Her hand was pumping the base in time with her sliding sucking mouth. Her cheeks pulled inward with suction, the inside of her mouth gliding like sex silk all along my sensitive prick.

“Mmm,” she gurgled, pulling off my dick again and rubbing her drool into my balls. “Fuck my face? Please, Daddy?” She pouted up at me. “I want you to make me me a throatfuck whore for this massive dick.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Make me take it. Pretty please?”

I ran both hands through her brunette hair and grasped her head. I pulled Ellen’s mouth to my dick. Her lips parted as I began thrusting in.

“Glrghh, glrghh!” She sputtered.

“That’s it, bitch! You look good on your knees. Yeah, take this fucking cock!” I pressed in. Deeper, deeper. I hit her soft palate and pulled back, angling my cock to slide it down into her gullet. “There you go, princess,” I gloated, feeling her esophagus giving passage to me. Swallowing me. “Suck it down. Fuck!”

I wrapped her locks around my knuckles and started pumping her throat. Deep thrusts like I was smashing her pussy. Relishing how her tight throat opening massaged my spit-slopped dick.

“Rghh!” She gasped from the back of her tonsils. But she wasn’t fighting me. She was giving up that mouth like a good throatfuck whore, holding steady so I could abuse her pretty face.

“Yes, nice and deep!” I cried. Violent, rapid thrusts had my balls smacking her chin. I wrenched back, freeing her from my cock.

“Ahh!” She panted. Her face was a spit-coated wreck. But she was beaming at me. “That’s so much cock!”

“And you took every fucking bit of it,” I smiled back at her.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She reached forward, gave me a suck and a lick, and spat from her wreckage of a mouth all over my dick.

“For what, slut?” I pet her scalp, my fingers raking through her hair.

“For fucking my throat and making me take every inch.” She knew just what to say.

“Want more cock in your throat, princess?” I asked with mock-sweetness. I knew this would get nasty again.

“Please, Daddy. Please feed me co—rngghh!” I didn’t wait for her to finish answering to forcefeed her again. 

“Sloppy facefuck whore!” I hissed, her head in my hand as I abused her fucktoy throat. “Yeah, all the fucking way down!” I stayed deep, stroking in and out only a few inches. I wasn’t leaving that gullet.

“Glrgg! Glrgh!” Her throat glugged sweet music around my invading prick.

“Stick out that tongue and lick Daddy’s balls, honey,” I ordered. She obeyed, pink tongue darting out and teasing the folds of my sac. “Yes! Good girl! Lick those fucking nuts like a greedy ballsdeep suckwhore.”

“Mrmm! Mm!” She moaned from her cockstuffed maw, licking my balls more eagerly at my words. She bounced on her knees. Her tits flew out of her little bikini top. And she had a hand crammed down her bottoms, working her cunt.

“Good fuckslave.” I complimented, loving her utter oral submission.

“Pnrff! Mnghh!” She sputtered. I felt her throat tighten suddenly and rolled my hips back, giving her oral cavity a break.

“Too much?” I asked.

“No,” she replied immediately. “God no. So good. Fuck!” Her wrist was flying in between her legs. “I feel like such a whore!” Her voice then got quieter. “You could hear me getting fucked in my room, right?”

I wasn't expecting to talk about this. “Well, um. Yeah,” I confirmed. I sat back on the bed. “I didn’t know it was you, though.”

“Did you like what you heard?” She stood up.

“I may have jerked off to it,” I confessed.

“That’s so hot,” she said earnestly. She pulled her bikini top down so it bunched around her waist. Her perky, full tits were out and proud. She twirled around so her big ass was towards me. Bending slightly at the waist, she stuck her butt towards me and slowly lowered her leopard print bikini bottoms. My eyes bugged out as the strip of fabric in her ass crack sprung free. There it was: her lust-glossed pussy.

“I really do need to get my ass fucked, Daddy,” she mewled, peering over her shoulder with a slutty smile. “My shitty ex wouldn’t treat this ass right.” She grasped her voluptuous booty cheeks and spread them, showing off her little starfish. “Give it a kiss, please, Daddy?” She sucked a finger into her mouth and slowly pressed it to her crinkled rim. “It feels so nice,” she gushed, circling her finger on the sensitive hole. “I need Daddy to kiss it and make it feel even better.” She wiggled her hips, making her ass jiggle irresistibly.

I fell to my knees like they had lead in them and stabbed my tongue right up Ellen’s sphincter.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck!” She wailed. My tongue bore into her anus, wriggling like I was hunting for buried treasure. “Lick my asshole, Daddy! Eat it like it’s just another sweet little cunt for you to have!”

I squeezed her bountiful booty with both hands as I rimmed her pucker. “All your holes are just cunts for Daddy, aren’t they?” I snarled between predatory licks.

Ellen’s body trembled, like my words had her pussy on the edge. “All my holes are pussies for Daddy. My cuntpussy, my mouth pussy, my asspussy. Fuck!” I lapped her clit, dragging my tongue through her pussy juice en route back to her asshole. "Just an asspussy. For Daddy." She was whimpering to herself as I rimmed her, delighted at the filthiness.

“Gonna fuck this ass as rough as you’ve ever had it up your pussy, princess!” I stood up and pressed my steel-hard dick to her backdoor. Precum varnished her spit-slicked rim.

“Get your Daddy dick wet in my pussy first. Please? Fuck my slutty cunt raw. Like you own it.” I angled my pelvis to comply, my painfully erect dick easily finding her welcoming entrance and spearing her. “Yes! Nice and big! ” Ellen screamed. I wasn’t stopping. I buried every last inch in her, my balls swinging at her clit.

“Ngh, that pussy is nice!” I gritted. It was lick warm, gooey velvet was gently begging me to spew my load as deep as I could. I could still feel the dregs of the last orgasm I pumped inside her.

“Like that, Daddy, like that! Long strokes. Long—yes! Oh god long stroke my pussy!”

I couldn’t have been giving Ellen a raw, standing cunt-fuck for more than a minute, and I already felt like I was going to lose my load. I smacked her ass hard, making her yelp. “Get on the bed.” I told her, unsheathing myself. She hastily crawled onto her hands and knees. She dropped her left shoulder to the mattress and looked back at me. Big, beautiful booty proudly presented, eyes watching me. Eager to see me take her. 

“Come fuck this ass, Daddy.” I followed her onto the bed, kneeling, pussy-shined cock once again at her precious pucker.

“Is this my ass now?” I grabbed her hips, preparing to drill her backdoor.

“Fuck it like you own it,” she burned. “Rape my fucking asshole!”

I pressed in. But I couldn’t get the head in. She was too tight. “Relax,” I whispered, bending over her so my mouth was at her neck. “Breathe. Deep breaths.” I felt her lungs fill with air and exhale. Her asshole sighed open with the rest of her, and my cock, already pressing her anal opening, started burrowing up her snug backdoor.

“Ooooh fuuuuuck!” Ellen wailed.

“Shhh, that’s a good girl,” I cooed, stroking her brown locks. “Keep breathing. It’s ok. I won't hurt you.” I held steady. I didn’t want it to hurt. At least not in unpleasant ways. I wanted her to fall in love with letting me have her ass.

When I felt her loosen slightly, I softly fed more of my dick up Ellen’s beautiful butt. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” She moaned. I slid deeper.

“Look back at me, princess.” I had both hands on her jutting hips. Her wide brown eyes met mine.

“You’re—you’re in my ass!” She said with disbelief.

I smiled. “And you’re giving it up for me like a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy!” Her words quickened and her back channel rippled on my shaft. I thrust in more. “Oh fuuuck!” Ellen hissed. I was balls deep up her asshole, my hips draped over her big ass.

“Ggood fucking girl!” I commended loudly.

“F-fuck it, Daddy! Fuck my tight—little—asshole—oh god!” Her pussy drooled down my balls as they tapped her on my in-strokes. I was drilling in and out, relishing the heat and tightness of her tiniest hole on my invading dick.

“That’s all of it. You took every fucking inch.” I pet her hair. My pace accelerated.

“That feels so good! It's so intense! Own my ass. Oh! Own my fucking ass!” Ellen arched her back like we were in a yoga class, making her bubble butt look even bigger.

“Gonna long stroke this asshole like it’s your cunt, kitten,” I cajoled. My fingers dug into her hips, my manmeat pistoning in and out of her assguts.

“Long strokes! Fuck! How—how?” Ellen watched me fuck her bent-over ass. Her lower lip trembled. “How does it feel so fucking good?” She looked truly confused, like she had no idea how getting deep-dicked sodomized could be that pleasurable.

“Because you’re a dirty anal slut.” I said cooly, like I was explaining some objective fact of reality. “Because your body knows that Daddy owns you. Because all your holes belong to me. Including this tight—little—asshole!” I snarled those last words and pumped her butt faster.

“Ho—oh, oh my god. Oh my god! I’m—ngh, oh my god oh my god oh my god!” I was speeding down her Hershey highway, pummeling her anal fuckchannel. “That’s g-gonna make me c-c-cum oh fuuuuck!” Staking my conquest, I plowed long, hard, and deep.

“Cum all over this dick!” I roared. “Yeah! Cum for your deep—anal—fucking!”

“FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUUUUCK!” Ellen quivered magnificently. And I fucking felt all of it. That elastic-snug asshole clenching, clenching, clenching my invading cock. I felt gushes of pussy cream stain my balls. It was too much.

“You nasty anal whore! Fuck!” I roared my own orgasm into Ellen’s squeezing guts. Cum rocketed out my dick like a bent garden hose suddenly let straight. I felt the warm cream spray her backdoor. Blast after massive blast. Conquering Daddy spunk laying claim to the only hole of hers I hadn’t yet cum in. Time lost meaning. Reality faltered. That's how hard I climaxed.

And then there I was: draped over Ellen’s back, both of us huffing from coital exhaustion, my dick still hard and buried in her asshole.

“I can’t believe you made me cum from getting my ass fucked!” Ellen said after some time had gone by. I kissed the back of her neck.

“The magic was inside you all along,” I joked.

“Or maybe you fucked some magic into me,” she snarked back, clenching her sphincter, making me shudder.

“That’s good,” I groaned. “You like sucking all of Daddy’s magic up into your ass?”

“You have no idea.” I pressed on Ellen’s thighs to lay her flat. I lay on top of her. My cock was still keeping her ass plugged. And I frankly had no intention of changing that.

“Think he heard?” I gestured to the wall with my thumb, indicating what had been—and I guess still was—Ellen’s hotel room.

“I don’t even care. I just needed that.” She looked at me and kissed me softly. Oddly softly considering the rough, ball-slapping anal sex we’d just had.

“Need me to pull out?” I asked. I was worried she’d be getting sore.

“Don’t you dare!” She objected. She shimmied her ass back on my dick for emphasis.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled us onto our left sides. Her skin felt wonderful on mine. I think we were both about as satisfied as two people could be. After what couldn’t have been too long, we both fell asleep on that London hotel bed. My arms around Ellen, my cock still in her ass.

Author's note: If you read all three parts of this series, thank you.