The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 08

... plug in?"

"When I changed out of my swimsuit. Haven't had it in long."

"Did Jordan actually give you his number or did you make all that up?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

She barely had time to be proud of her brattiness before more spanks came. His palm cracked against her bare ass, sharp and rude, leaving it jiggling. Her juices flowed steadily from the thrill of such naughtiness.

"Tell me," he said after the last spank.

"...he did. How does that make you feel? A little possessive? Like you want to fuck me hard to remind me I belong to you?"

He tugged pointedly at her hair.

"When did you plan this?"

"A few days ago. Vanessa told me Jordan would be coming. She said he's too young for her but she thought we might hit it off. Said she told him the same about me."

A brief silence fell. She smiled again, imagining the look of surprise on his face.

"Figured I could use the opportunity to mess with you a little bit. Make you jealous and see what you'd do."

Another spank came, drawing a yelp from her. The pain sparked across her ass, not nearly strong enough to overshadow her excitement.

Besides, I do deserve this.

"You little devil," he spoke up, an impressed note in his voice, his free hand squeezing and caressing her ass.

"Just like Mom, right?"

"Oh yeah," he said, before shoving her head back down against the car, and stepping back.

"There's lube in my bag," she said quickly. "Handcuffs too."

Another brief silence fell. ...

... She squirmed impatiently, her ass burning.

"You thought of everything," he finally said.

His footsteps crunched on the dirt. She glanced over to watch him open the door and reach into the backseat, digging through the canvas bag. Her thighs rubbed together, her pussy drenched and needy.

He strode back around her, slipping from sight. She unclasped her hands, waiting for the cuffs, her thighs rubbing together again. Metal clicked around a wrist seconds later, and then the other. She moaned, the thrill of helplessness adding to the excitement.

Another spank landed, and then another, both cheeks taking one. She squealed, but just wiggled her hips, hoping to add to the view.

A light thump on the car drew her attention. She glanced over to see his shorts and briefs there.

A squirting sound followed, conjuring the alluring mental image of her daddy smearing lube along his straining shaft.

A hand spread her cheeks. Another squirting sound followed, and then a cold slickness splattered at the start of the cleft between them, dribbling towards her asshole. The tight bud twitched, eager for action.

The head of his length pressed there. She did her best to stay still.

"To answer your question," he spoke up, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "Yes, it makes me feel possessive."

She smiled, and then moaned again when he pushed forward, sending the head through, letting it squish into her insides.

"Fuck yes, Daddy..."

Another push, steady and ...