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My daddy/mentor/curator of the blog (he has many titles haha..) has demanded that I write a text about me bringing myself to an orgasm by following the specific way he suggested. So here it comes ;)

I’m laying in my bed naked, my hand over my pussy with a finger slowly circling my clit and thinking about daddy’s old dick and how small being fucked by him would make me feel.

I begin to feel the tension of an orgasm building up, the small pulses in my wet pussy combined with a feeling similar to the tickling one that you get in your nose when you’re about to sneeze. I move my hand faster, mixing between moving my finger in circles and pushing up and down on my clit to add some pressure, taking myself to the brink of my orgasm before removing my hand - because my daddy’s instructions was to edge myself before cumming. It feels so good and I really need to contain myself from not putting my finger back and giving into the biggest pleasure already. Because truthfully speaking edging feels great as well and the intensity it brings to an orgasm later makes it worth to be patient.

Having gone on like that for a few times I decide to go to the next step of what he had told me: Putting my buttplug in after edging and thereafter having an orgasm. I get my small buttplug and take one of my fingers to slide down some pussy juices over my asshole, and thereafter inserting it. I start by massaging my clit again and it doesn’t take long now before I once again feel an orgasm getting close..And this time I’m allowed to have it!

As I cum I feel myself getting overwhelmed by pleasure, my pussy feels like it’s dancing all the way up from the clit and down to my asshole, thanks to the fantastic combo of double stimulation - my finger and buttplug

Johnny stood there, absorbing Richard's words. Richard was taken aback by his own honesty, surprised at how much he had just revealed to the young man who had gradually become a significant presence in his life.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Johnny, the neighbor's college son, had knocked on Richard's door. "Hey Mr. Parker, do you need your lawn mowed? I could use the extra cash," Johnny had asked, his hopeful smile impossible to refuse. Richard, grateful for any distraction from his monotonous routine, had agreed.

Over the following weeks, Johnny became a regular visitor. He started with mowing the lawn, then cleaning the pool, and eventually helping out around the house. Johnny’s cute, innocent demeanor was a refreshing change, though Richard couldn't help but notice something alluring about him. Johnny’s slender frame moved gracefully as he went about his chores, and there was something captivating about the way he looked at Richard. In this quiet, lonely suburb, Johnny had become the only person Richard could talk to. They chatted about life, the frustrations of work, and the isolation Richard felt.o

Richard’s new suburban life had been a nightmare. The job that brought him here was tedious, his boss was awful, and he missed the bustling city and his friends. Emily's coldness and their children's struggle to adjust added to his misery. The tension in the household was palpable. Emily hadn’t touched him in weeks, and Richard felt utterly isolated. Johnny was the only bright spot in his otherwise dreary life.

Johnny didn't respond with just.words to Richard's confession. Instead, he got on his knees and began to crawl towards Richard, maintaining eye contact. "Mr. Parker, let me help you. I can make you feel good," Johnny whispered as he approached.

Richard's breath hitched. "Johnny, what are you doing?" he asked, but there was no resistance in his voice. Richard was held captive by Johnny’s intense gaze. Without breaking eye contact, Johnny reached up and unzipped his pants, releasing Richard’s hardening cock.

"Just let me help, Mr. Parker. You need this." Richard groaned as Johnny took him into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the shaft with expertise. The sensation was overwhelming; Richard's head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as Johnny’s tongue worked its magic. The warmth and wetness of Johnny's mouth made Richard's neglected cock surge to life with oozing precum that Johnny lapped up instantly.

Suddenly, the door to Richard’s office swung open. Emily walked in, her voice filled with its usual irritation.

“Richard, I’m going out shopping. I need some money.”

Barely looking up from her phone she didn’t notice the illicit act happening under the desk. Richard struggled to keep his composure, handing her his wallet without meeting her eyes. As he did, Johnny's mouth continued its steady, expert movements, sucking harder and taking Richard deeper into his throat. The thrill of almost being caught heightened Richard's pleasure, his cock threatening to soften from the inherent danger completely countered by Johnny's talents keep him hard.

Emily grabbed the money and left, oblivious to Johnny’s presence. Once the door closed, Richard let out a shaky breath. Johnny continued his blowjob, his mouth moving faster and deeper. The pleasure built up, making Richard feel alive for the first time in weeks. Richard’s hands found their way to Johnny’s head, guiding him, feeling the soft hair between his fingers.

“Fuck, Johnny,” Richard groaned. “You’re so good at this.”

Johnny then stood up, his eyes filled with a lustful determination. “I’ve helped you with everything so far,” Johnny said. He got up and leaned back onto Richard's desk, pulling his legs up and presenting his hole. “Let me help you with this too.”

Richard's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Johnny's tantalizing hole. In one swift motion, Richard stood up and grabbed Johnny, lifting him easily. He positioned Johnny above his cock, then lowered him down onto it. Johnny's tight hole enveloped him, causing both of them to moan loudly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Richard growled, bouncing Johnny up and down on his cock.

“Yes, daddy, use me,” Johnny gasped, his voice filled with need. “Fuck me harder!”

Richard's pace quickened, each thrust deeper and more forceful. He relished the feeling of control, the sounds of their pleasure filling the room. Johnny’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with every movement.

“You like that, don’t you?” Richard said, his voice rough with lust. “You like being fucked by daddy?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Johnny cried out. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Fill me up!”

The intensity of their fucking reached its peak. Richard felt his climax building, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, powerful push, he came inside Johnny, filling him completely. Johnny let out a cry of pleasure, his own release coating Richard’s stomach.

Richard lowered Johnny back into his desk and they stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Richard finally pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from Johnny’s stretched hole.