Page 7 of Sugar Daddies

“Getting wet just by Stephan’s little spanking… you are treading on dangerous waters, little girl.” Daddy pushes his massive cock between my folds, slick coating his shaft as he thrusts in without warning.

I scramble to find his arms for support, but he’s too far away, so I settle by pressing my forearms on my swaying breasts. I’m still a good girl even though I got wet from Mr. Stephan, and I make sure to not knock over some things on his desk.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to,” I hiccup with a sniffle.

He laughs deeply from his rumbling chest as he hooks my legs to the side of the desk. I can see his big cock splitting my pussy as my warm juices trickle down to my butt.

He mocks, “You’re sorry?” He sinks to the hilt and grinds down on my clit.

Stars burst behind my vision, and I couldn’t contain the cum that burst around his hammering thickness as he pays no attention to my hypersensitivity.

“Are you sorry for being a filthy, little slut or are you sorry that I caught you lying?” These are questions that I’m not supposed to answer because Daddy already knows the answer as my quivering slit tightens around the girth and length.

“You wanted me to get jealous,” he points out. His cock spreads and tugs on my walls even though they are already sore from yesterday.

“Is this what you want for being such a bad girl? You want Daddy to come in and see you sitting on another man’s lap,” he scoffs with a smirk, “You do, you wanted me to throw you on this desk and fuck your tiny, little cunt in front of Stephan.”

Hearing his name makes my walls clench, and my thoughts run wild as my nipples harden even more under my bra. They’re neglected even now, and it brings another level of desperation in me that has my fingers clawing at the front of his shirt.

“D-Daddy, no. I don’t—” I shake my head, denial dripping in the form of my cum smearing on the desk.

“You want him,” Daddy states the desire in me for Mr. Stephan, and I try so hard to deny it because it’s the only thing that makes sense for me to do.

Daddy would never allow me to have Mr. Stephan, and I’m not sure if I do. Well, that’s a lie. I do want that utterly sexy man, but I have Daddy, and I can’t be a greedy, little girl. Daddy would frown at me since he might think that he’s not enough.

He is, he’s all I need, and I don’t need Mr. Stephan.

“I see the way you look at him, little girl. You want him fucking your pretty pussy with his cock and cum inside you; you don’t want him to stop, do you? You want Stephan to tear your tiny cunt open and fuck until you’re leaking with his cum.”

I shake my head vigorously. I’m half a mile behind on my thoughts, and I’m trying my best to gather my splintered concentration back to Daddy’s massive cock pummeling inside me.

“You want him,” Daddy’s voice is adamant and confident. It’s as if he knows something that I don’t.

It’s not surprising since he does know more things that I do. He has experiences that many people would only dream of getting. His wealth and status get him to places and see things that aren’t accessible to normal civilians, and it forms the intelligence that he has.

“I’m sorry,” I say again with teary eyes, sniffing brokenly as I wait for the disappointment on his face.

He leans down and looks me into the eyes, “Tell me, do you want him?”.

My lips wobble, “Yeah… I want Mr. Stephan. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I expect a fit of rage and hands branding his anger onto my hips. I expect a storm of profanities and a sigh of disappointment, but I am not expecting Daddy to look so pleased.

It’s only for a split second that I have to stew in the bewilderment because he’s breaching my folds with new vigor and it’s much rougher than before as his zipper bites down on my clit while grinding painfully on it.

It’s so different from my silk panties, but the small amount of pain pushes me over the edge with a balls-deep thrust. Daddy’s cock is stuck inside me as it thickens with milky spurts spraying messily in my trembling walls.

The coil of muscles that form in the shape of his girth tightens as I take in all the cum; it’s so much that the creamy whites slip down between my snug folds. I flinch at the draw against my fiery nerves as Daddy slides out. Cum leaks from my gaping hole as it ruins his mahogany desk.

I don’t think he cares, and I know I don’t because Daddy is snapping back the cold patch of my panties over my throbbing pussy. He helps me up, and I’m limp against his body. He’s so big and so strong that he can carry me without much effort.

I have to find out the secret to his stamina; every time we make love, he still has enough strength to do other things while I’m always halfway into dreamland.

I murmur into his neck as he locks my legs around his waist and carries me out his office. I can hardly form words; the special structure of the mansion escapes me as I feel the breeze caress my bare legs.

“Are you mad, Daddy?” I ask carefully.

It’s best to get this over with. At least I’ll know where his mind is at instead of trying to search that stoic face for answers.

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