Page 37 of Sugarplum

He did. He squeezed and I opened my mouth wider to gasp for air. All I got was more cock thrusting deep into my throat. I was starting to feel my chest heave as I was beginning to struggle for air. As I did, my throat contracted, tightening around his cock even more. While it was difficult for me, it was probably pleasurable for him.

The grip on my neck tightened even more and I was beginning to feel really scared.

“N-no,” I tried to say but the cock in my mouth only muffled it. I don’t even think I heard anything beyond a simple “nnn” groan.

Pop! The cock suddenly withdrew and I heaved and fought for air. I drooled as I tried desperately to breathe. I barely even noticed the sudden splash of hot cum as it rained down on my face and into my mouth.

Slap!

“Fuck!” I screamed as a hand suddenly slapped my face.

“Good,” a voice complimented my performance and I recognized it to be Dylan. It was him. Whew. For a moment I felt a sudden mixture of swelling pride and anger. He really did kidnap me and use me.

“Daddy?” I called out, cum dripping from the side of my mouth. “Thank you. I waited so long for you to take me.”

“You’re an excited little whore,” he said. Oddly, I didn’t feel offended. He was making me want to wear the title like a badge of honor. “I love the shape of your body, slut.”

I smiled. I wiggled my body a little. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Very juicy,” he continued as I felt his hand again touch me. He toyed around with my breasts for a few moments and from time to time he would suddenly squeeze, making me gasp a little and coo as I felt a rush of lust.

“Your voice, baby,” he said as he suddenly pinched my nipple. “You sound like you were born to get fucked. It’s such a… seductive little cry. It makes daddy want to fuck you.”

Oh God, his voice is so seductive. I would let him fuck me right here. I wanted to give my whole body to him, I was surrendering it all to him.

“Take me, daddy,” I consented. Maybe he was just waiting for me to willingly give up my virginity?

“I will,” he answered. His voice was a little farther and I figured he was walking around the bed. “But first I want to play.”

What the hell did that mean? Was he going to--

“Oh my-- f-fuck!” I moaned out suddenly as I felt him press his mouth against my soaking pussy. His tongue lashed out and I felt the sudden warmth of it sliding against the folds of my womanhood.

“D-daddy,” I began. “P-please eat my pussy. Please f-fuck me. I p-promise to b-be a good… oh, God… a g-good slut for daddy.”

Whatever it is I said I must have turned him on even more because I felt Dylan’s hands press down against my legs as he pushed his face in even more. I moaned wildly as I felt his tongue dig in through my pussy and I was worried he would use his tongue to break my virginity. I didn’t want that - I wanted his damn cock in me.

I was beginning to feel so much heat inside. It was burning inside my gut and in my chest. Worst of all, the heat was exploding like a bomb between my legs.

“D-daddy!” I screamed as he began to suckle on my clit. Each time his mouth pressed down against it I’d feel a sudden jolt surge through my body, making me jerk and squirm. He seemed to like it though and he continued to lick and suck on my clit, making me moan even louder than before. As he did I would feel his hands roam across my body and it was like being a goddess, worshipped and touched in every way. It was like he hungered for my flesh and I wanted to give it all to him.

Suddenly, Dylan stopped.

“D-daddy why? Please, don’t stop now.”

“Are you ready to cum?” he asked.

I nodded. Even though I couldn’t see him I was sure he could see me. “Very much so, daddy.”

“You haven’t worked yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned the right to cum, baby. You need to satisfy daddy some more.”

I moved my head around, hoping I’d be facing wherever he was standing. “Please, daddy, I’m begging you. I want to cum. Please let me cum, daddy. I’ll work for it. I’ll do anything!”

He didn’t say a word but he did respond by undoing the knots keeping me tied down.

As soon as my hands and feet were free I rolled into a ball and stretched. I rubbed my wrists and tried to sit up but the strength had been drained out of me.

Dylan grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to a sitting position.

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