Bitch Pup

I wanna get my on my stomach with my back arched and my hairy ass in the air, reaching back and spreading my cheeks for him while he growls about how tight it looks. I wanna feel his hands replace mine, spreading me open before he spits on my hole and rubs it in with his thumb. He’ll grab my hips with his veiny hands and pull me back onto his dick, sliding up and down my wet hole, his bush scratching against me.

We’ll both be bricked the fuck up, both of us throbbing and leaking, both of us gasping for breath while he starts rocking his hips, teasing me with his dick while I claw at the sheets and beg for it. It’ll feel so good when he starts really fucking me, really starts driving his cock into me. God, the feeling of his dick on my hole is gonna have me pressing back into it, my boy poking at my entrance with his fat hog just how I like it.

He’ll call me daddy while he’s pounding me, and I’ll tell him that he’s a good boy and that he’s doing a gooooood fuckin’ job treating me like this. I’ll moan when he wraps his arms around my waist, his hands groping my belly, pumping his hips up and down to get as much stimulation as he can.

I’d know he’s getting close when his breathing gets erratic, deep breaths followed by little gasps and growls, his hands tightening onto my belly while he thrusts into me. I’d feel him get even harder and throb even more, feel more of his precum dripping down my leg. And then? I’ll tell him to nut on my ass. Tell him that I want that fat fuckin’ boy load all over my hole, tell him all the nastiest things I know are gonna send him over the edge.

And god, when he does cum? He’ll be howling, gasping my name, his cock throbbing and twitching while he busts on my hole, all wet and hot and sticky while using his dad’s ass for his pleasure. It’d be enough to send me over the edge with barely a stroke on my hard dick. We’d both ride the orgasm as long and we can before crashing together. He’d collapse on top of me, huffing into my shoulder telling me how good my ass feels, and I’d push back juuuust enough to make him shiver again.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” she instructs softly, guiding the tip to your lips. You obey, letting the cool, smooth silicone press against your tongue. “That’s it. Now, use your tongue. Circle the head like you’re tasting something sweet.” You follow her guidance, your cheeks hollowing as you begin to suck lightly. Her hand moves to cradle the back of your head.

“Gooood, such a good baby. Now take it deeper, slowly. Relax your throat.” You feel the stretch as more of the toy slides into your mouth, your eyes watering slightly.

“Remember to breathe through your nose,” she murmurs, her thumb stroking your cheek. “You’re going to learn to take it all, to make anyone you please feel so good. Just like this.”

Mommy watches you work your mouth along the length of the dildo, her expression proud and patient. She guides your head with a steady pressure, encouraging you to take more of it, to feel the stretch of your lips and the way your throat flutters in resistance.

'Use your hand at the base, sweetheart,' she instructs, wrapping your fingers around the shaft. 'Stroke it while you suck, like you're worshipping it. Show it how much you love having it in your mouth.'

You can feel drool starting to drip down your chin as you bob your head, the slippery sounds filling the quiet room. She praises you softly, telling you what a good pet you are, how well you're learning. You can't help but imagine it's a real cock, thick and hot and twitching on your tongue, and the thought makes you clench with need.

You keep sucking, your mouth stretched wide around the toy as you follow the rhythm Mommy sets with her hand on your head. Drool is slick on your chin and neck now, and your jaw is starting to ache, but you don't stop. You can feel the imaginary heat and weight of a real cock, the way it would pulse and throb against your tongue.

Poor thing basically trapped down at his feet, whimpering and whining while his owner jerks off right above him. So close. But not close enough. He just wants to bury his face between owners legs but he’s being denied, stopped short by his leash.