Page 10 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Stalker Daddy: Don’t be. Tonight we’ll talk for as long as you want. Tonight is about us making you comfortable. Tomorrow I’ll have breakfast set up for you. And then your lunch and dinner will be delivered throughout the day.
Me: But you said you’re taking me, how will I know when?
Stalker Daddy: That’s part of the thrill. I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now go into your room and grab the black bottle off your nightstand. Rub it into your nipples, on your clit, and inside your pussy.
Me: What is it?
Heading back to my room, I notice the bottle I missed before. There’s no label, and it can’t be more than a few ounces of fluid. Unscrewing the cap and sniffing cautiously, it smells like orange creamsicle.
Stalker Daddy: Please do it then I’ll tell you.
I hesitate for a second before putting down the phone and stripping off my clothes to follow his direction.
Stalker Daddy: Record yourself then send it to me.
Biting my lip, I open the phone’s camera app and hit record. It’s a stupid thing to do; things like this live forever, but I trust that he won’t share the moment.
Squirting the cream onto my fingers, I start with my nipples, massaging it into the peaks and closing my eyes as I kneel on the bed over my phone so he sees it all.Once my nipples are coated, I squeeze out more and slide my fingers down my pussy, pushing two of them inside, and moaning at how good it feels. There’s a tingling sensation as it warms up, and an orgasm begins to build.
Using the tips of my other fingers, I rub the cream into my clit, pressing harder as my body locks up and pleasure flows through me. Starting at my toes, building in my center, and exploding at its peak. With a lurid moan, I collapse over my phone, continuing to rub myself until I can’t stand it anymore. After pulling my fingers free, I stroke them all over my body until I’m covered in my own juices.
Flopping onto my back, I lift my phone and hit send.
Stalker Daddy: Thank you, sweet pea.
I close my eyes and breathe through my nose, trying to regain some composure. I want nothing more than to be cuddled by the man turning my world over, but he’s not here. Just as I’m about to fall asleep, my nipples, clit, and pussy start to throb like I’m on the edge of another orgasm, but I have no idea why.
God, it feels so good. Addicting. A chime makes me squirm.
Stalker Daddy: You’re fucking stunning when you come like a dirty little girl. I can’t wait to get my cock down that sexy throat until you’re choking on my cum.
Me: What’s happening to me?
Stalker Daddy: Don’t worry baby, it’s only my cum mixed with some stimulating cream. Perfectly safe. Let it do its magic and once it’s absorbed, you won’t even know it’s there until you're aroused again.
Stalker Daddy: This is what you do to me.
A video of his hand working up and down his cock comes through. I wonder if the cream he puts in his hand is the same as what’s absorbing into my body. His grunts are like music to my ears, and I watch, enthralled. His fist is rough and tight around his girthy length, and as he pumps, I finally notice the barbells along the hard man meat being jacked off like it’s a punishment.
Not just one piercing, either, but what appears to be three. The Prince Albert is easy to identify. The one in the middle of his shaft, penetrating through both sides, seems intimidating, and I make a note tolook it up later. The last one is at the base of his dick on top. Oh boy, those will likely be brutal on a girl.
Or filled with pleasure.
My breathing accelerates as I imagine the feeling of all those little barbells playing with my body.
My eyes catch on the tip of his penis as he shouts my name. I’m mesmerized by how he erupts, semen splattering all over his stomach, and my mouth waters for a taste.
Stalker Daddy: I can’t fucking wait to get inside your virgin cunt and fuck until you’re begging me to stop.
Me: Who said I’m a virgin?
Yes, I’m taunting him, and there will be threats of more punishments, but I can’t help it. He brings out the brat in me. So I do the next best bratty thing and switch my phone to silent, get dressed, and head back to the kitchen to eat my dinner before doing a few hours of studying.
CHAPTER 6
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Twelve unread and unanswered messages, yet I watched her eat her dinner, study, clean the kitchen, and read her fucking book. All without answering me. It wasn’t until around message number eight that it hit me; she was doing it on purpose.
