Page 33 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

“And when my cum is in your asshole, I will use my mouth to suck it out.”

That, for once, took me by surprise.

If that’s what he wanted, I wouldn’t stop him.

“Okay,” I told him, moaning as his fingers dug deeper into my skin.

“After all that, I want you to kneel down in front of me. With your hands on your thighs, and your head tilted back. Mouth open, so I can piss inside of it. Think you can handle all of that, sweetheart?”

I nodded.

“Use your voice, Tate.”

“Yes, I can handle it.”

“Good girl.”

From there, he started doing exactly what he told me.

He fucked my pussy first while using his thumb to stretch my asshole. It felt strange at first, but Dad was being careful, and it didn’t hurt one bit when he used two fingers to slide in and out of it.

There was so much going on that my feelings were all over the place. I tried to focus on my climax, but it never came. It was Dad who got close, and he’d also be the only one to come this time.

I didn’t mind though. I was still enjoying this, and all I cared about was making him happy.

When he pulled out of my pussy and pressed his tip against my asshole, I tried my hardest to relax. Two fingers had already been a lot, and I knew his cock would stretch me even more. I wasn’t scared of the pain. I was just worried he wouldn’t like it as much because I had never done it before.

He slowly pushed inside of me, and while he kept spitting on his dick to make it slide better, it didn’t help very much. Maybe some lube would’ve been better, but I was sure that he hadn’t brought any on this trip.

Either way, I relaxed my body as much as possible and tried to make it easier for him.

Once he was fully inside, I had to hold my breath to adjust to this new feeling. It was a strange sensation, but I figured it was stranger for him to have his cock squeezed so much.

It took him a moment before he started to move, and with his hands on my hips, he pulled back and thrusted into me again slowly. He kept praising me, telling me how good it felt to be buried deep inside of me.

His cock started to throb, telling me that he was close. I felt his body tense, and he moved his hands to my ass again, slapping it hard two times as he thrusted into me hard before he leaned over me.

He stayed buried deep inside of me as he ejaculated, filling my asshole with his warm cum.

“Fuuuck, that’s a good little whore,” Dad grunted. His breath was against my neck, and he pressed kisses to my skin as he started to move again. Slowly, this time. “How does that feel, baby? You feel my cum in there?”

“I do,” I whispered, smiling. “Feels amazing, Daddy.”

He groaned as he pulled out of me, and following his plan, he got down on one knee behind me to taste himself on me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart before I felt his tongue lick through my slit.

The noises his mouth made as he cleaned up his own cum turned me on, and I wiggled my ass, needing to feel more.

“Oh Daddy…”

He got back up and turned me around, cupping my face with his hands. He pressed me against the shower wall, and I shivered at how cold the tiles were.

His mouth took mine, and he kissed me passionately with his tongue curling around mine. He wanted me to taste him.

I moaned into the kiss, and after he pulled away, he looked at me with an expectant expression. “Remember what’s next, baby?”

I nodded, recalling every step he listed earlier.

I got down on my knees and put my hands on my thighs. Tilting my head back, I looked up at him and opened my mouth, ready for him to urinate into it.

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