Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... where we'd fuck through the afternoon into the evening. Oftentimes we'd fuck twice. Sometimes we'd manage three times. And once I even made it to four.

That was the night Kayla asked me to take her in every hole.

'Daddy, I want you to fill me with your cum,' she'd said, her fingers already sunk deep into her cunt. 'Everywhere, Daddy, I want you to fill me everywhere.'

Ever accommodating, I took her mouth first. She had no problems swallowing my four and half inches, but this time I was rough, this time I was unrelenting, this time I made her work for it.

When I finally finished down her throat, her eyes were smeared with shadow, her lips vivid and swollen, and her tits smeared with cum and fuck-drool.

Next I did her in the cunt, her anguished squeals driving me on and over the edge.

Then her in the ass, I took her on the hotel bathroom floor angling my thrusts to compensate for the shortcomings of my modest length. Shallow fuck strokes, but hard. And I'd cum twice and so I was in no hurry. She groaned, and then she whimpered, and in the end she took it with stifled sobs. But I made her beg for it and, in the end she did. Through sobs she begged for it, 'Daddy, thank you for fucking my ass. Daddy, please breed my ass. Daddy, please give me your cum.' And when I was finally done, I came with a roar.

That was the third and she assumed we were done. We showered, we packed, we were leaving, but there, right there, between the bed and the door, remembering ...

... that she'd taken everything and all, her mouth, her cunt, her ass; remembering, I pressed her to her knees and fucked her face again, this time harder than all the times before.

This time I finished nasty, wanting to mark her, wanting to make sure she knew that she was mine. I finished with her hair clumped into my fist, her head twisted back, her eyes wide and wild. And I painted her with it, across her face, her tits, and in her hair.

'Thank you, Daddy.' That's what she said. I shit you not.

And so I sent her out there, just like that, fresh-fucked-meat, slavered with cum, out into the corridor, across the lobby, into the street, staggering, reeking, marked as mine and no one else.

That time I managed four. And that was the last time I saw her. And now this. My dicklet pulsed with need and I could tell, without looking, that I'd leaked through the cage, the panties, and my trousers. If this continued, I knew that I'd end up smearing and staining the seat.

'How many times?' she asked again.

'At a guess, 150 times.'

'What did you do 150 times?' she asked.

'We fucked.'

'You fucked your slut 150 times,' she said, but a little too loud. The couple sat at the table, just by the window, turned again to look. Sarah, hard like flint, held my gaze. The guy by the window leaned into the woman by the window, whispered something, and then laughed.

My heart began to pace.

'And how many times did she suck your tiny dicklet?'

'The same,' I said.

'So you ...