He always hated going to parties…
Especially once I started drinking. I always instantly became everyone’s best friend.
“Babygirl,” he whispered as he lifted my skirt, “I saw you flirting with the bartender. Now is that appropriate behavior, young lady?”
My breath caught in my throat as I felt his cockhead throbbing against my tight little asshole.
“No, Sir…” I whimpered.
“I think it’s time for a little lesson.” He hissed and locking his hands on my hips, pushed. With one searing thrust he was deep inside me. I cried out.
Tears spilled out of the corners of my eyes.
“Everyone is watching!” I pleaded.
“Lean back into me Babygirl, I won’t let go. I know you can take it.”
I locked my hand around his neck to keep his reassurances close.
His poundings became brutal. I was scared. But with each primal thrust my cunt juices dripped further and further down the chair.
I reached out to my friend, desperate for some comfort but each time he pulled out and slammed back into my ass, the hungrier I became. I felt myself pushing back, despite my fear and audience.
“Who do you belong to?” He growled as his fucking became more deliberate…
“You.” I said.
He spanked me. Hard.
“I said, WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?!”
“Y…Y..YOU, DADDY! I BELONG TO YOOOOOOUU! Oh, Oh, OH YESSSSSS!!!!” I came harder than I ever had, collapsing on my friend. I could smell her wetness through her dress.
He thrust into me two more times before unloading his hot cum deep inside my ass.
“That’s my girl. That’s my good, good girl.” He rubbed my back gently.
And as he smeared the last bit of his sticky spatter on my used and oh so abused ass, he glanced up at my friend…
“Be a doll, get over here and clean her up…”
She bit her bottom lip and hopped down off the chair.
It seems the real party was only just beginning…
(gifs via: gifsarelife)
Reblogged from: subcristi
Originally posted by: gifsarelife