Careful What You Wish For Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Careful What You Wish For Pt. 03

... was relentlessly pounded. It was enough to make me lose my mind.

After a few more minutes of me barely being able to keep my eyes open I could feel Daddy's movements become more erratic. I figured he was close to orgasm and he confirmed that for me by grasping my waist tightly and he pressed balls deep into me. I could feel each spasm as jets of cum shot into me. The heat of it mixed with the feeling of fulness and drove me wild.

"Whew, first load of the day done." Daddy said between heavy breathes. I thought maybe I was going to get some kind of reprieve while he recovered, but that notion was quickly dispelled. "With that out of the way I can really give it to you."

My heart skipped a beat because I knew he was serious. He began to move in and out once again, his cock was still rock hard. With him having just had an orgasm, I knew he'd be able to go at it for a long while until the next one. I tried to mentally prepare for the incoming onslaught, but still wasn't ready.

He pounded me into the bed for several minutes and when he stopped I only had a moment to catch my breath. He slipped out of me for just a second to flip me over onto my knees. He then got right back to it, fucking me like a dog now. This new angle felt wildly different than before, but the rhythm and pace were the same. Each stroke made my head feel fuzzy and I had to bury my face in the mattress just to keep from falling over.

This went on for what felt like an hour of relentless rutting ...

... and the occasional position cha ge. I began cumming without warning and lost count of how many times after my fifth orgasm. At this point only small spurts were dribbling out from my dick as it flopped around. When Daddy got close to orgasm this time he let me know it was coming. I prepared for that rush of warmth and was rewarded with one of the best feelings I could ever imagine. He yet again bottomed out in me and this time his orgasm was even more intense. Hot sticky ropes filled my insides and this time Daddy pulled out to watch the cum pour out of me. I desperately worked to catch my breath and hoped it would help with the light-headedness.

"How are you feeling boy? You look like a mess." Daddy chuckled as he looked me over. I was indeed a wreck. My long hair was tangled and wild and my whole body was slick with sweat and my own semen. My breathing was rapid and uneven, and I could barely sit myself up.

I looked into Daddy's devious eyes and tried to speak but could barely sputter out the words, "good...i-im feeling, ooooh, feeling good Daddy." I felt an emptiness in me that usually accompanied the aftermath of anal, buy more intensely after an hour straight of going at it.

He gave my ass a swift and lighthearted slap and laughed. "I love watching someone turn into a mindless puddle like this." I smiled at his words because despite them being harsh, they were said with a tone of pride. That pride in my performance pierced through the fog in my head and made me ...