Riding the Monster - A Clean Break

Note: I've been gone a while, doing other writing. This story came to me and it was just on the edge of being literary fiction, but not quite there. So I am serializing it for here. I have 3 more chapters of my other open series already written, and four total of this, but it's editing that's the real enemy.

No character in this story is underage. There is coercion and reference to forced prostitution, but the titular monster is collective male sexuality, so those things belong in this story. I hope you enjoy it and your comments are immensely gratifying, particularly with respectful criticism. Thanks!

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"What the hell Ryley, I didn't say anything. Are you really breaking up with me because the judge said I was hotter than you?" I said, freaking out.

"Yeah, but you laughed at it. Didn't you?" She said.

She was so visibly pissed there were white lines around her mouth where she was clenching her jaw.

"It was funny. It's a joke. Your costume was more masculine on purpose. Armin from Attack on Titan. I'm really not getting why saying that my character is better looking is the problem. The character is the video game avatar for an international super model."

"But that's not what they said. You may have been Arthur Pencilgon, but they were talking about us as people. But that's not the only reason, is it? What do you do? You work for my dad. And you party. You're not saving up to do something or planning to return to school. You're just floating. And you're fucking beautiful and that is all you think you'll only ever need to be. So no It's not just about that. I want to be with someone going somewhere. The judge's comment was just the last straw."

That hurt. Because she was right. I was planning on getting a plan together, but life was too good.

"So if I go back to school and try not to look pretty, that's OK? I don't understand why you're just breaking up with me like this."

"Yeah, well we're almost there. I texted my father before we left Silver Spring so he's at the condo. If you get out, he will probably kick your ass. He never really liked you anyway. He just kept you around because you're such a good worker."

I was starting to panic.

"What about my stuff? This is crazy. Look what I'm dressed in at least. Let me get my stuff."

"No, I don't think that's possible. I told him you got physical with me," she said and there was a tinge of regret in her voice. Her father was a big guy, at least twice my size.

"Jesus Christ. He will break me in half. What am I supposed to do? Where will I go? I'm dressed like a purple haired super model in boob armor."

My costume was mostly a brownish maroon bodysuit with cut outs exposing my upper thighs and ass. There were straps, armor, and boots and a giant stylized prop spear. The breast plate was literally just big metal boobs with decoration. Despite the name, my character was very much female.

"Listen, I was just trying to figure out a way to make it easy so there wouldn't be any unnecessary bullshit. I may have pushed it a little too far. I told him you would send someone for the stuff. You're gonna need to pick up your stuff from the office and get your last check as well. Maybe try and send someone."

Now she was being matter of fact. And she was right. It was a fact that if I got out of the Uber at her house her father would break me in half.

"Goddamn. This is fucked up. This is really fucked up. I don't think our friends are gonna think this is very fucking funny."

She thought about that for a second then shrugged.

"Yeah well, if you say anything, I'll tell them you hit me. I know it's a lie, but I don't care. You like this gender bending stuff and it was fun for a while, but I'm almost done with my masters and I don't think I'm in the right place in terms of a partner. I don't really like that stuff anymore. It was fun at first. Fucking your ass was nice, made me feel powerful, but I'm thinking I should be solo while I get my career going."

She looked almost wistful when she said that.

"Jesus Christ, we're in a fucking Uber. Just say anything, I guess."

She shrugged.

"Not for very much longer. Why don't you go stay with one of the guys who thought you looked hot."

That's what it was really about, my looks. It had been pretty funny over the course of the night. I was born with a naturally pretty face, not handsome, but pretty. And I have a slender build, mostly because of my fucked up childhood. I get mistaken for a woman all the time. My hair doesn't help either, but I like it long.

Just then, both of our phones buzzed at the same time. It was a text from Jamal. He was an anime fan who had gone as part of our group

"Looking fire, Hay " his text said along with a picture of me standing next to Ryley. I closed my eyes and swore.

Ryley laughed and zoomed in and held up her phone. I had even posed sexy for the picture, cocking my hips and giving the camera bedroom eyes.

The Uber pulled up. She turned to look at me.

"Don't get out. Seriously. I will tell him you didn't hit me, but I just wanted a clean break. I'll get you your stuff tomorrow. Just let me know where to bring it. I'm sorry, I just want to move on."

I opened my mouth to speak and couldn't say anything. She shrugged and opened her door and got out. It was almost anti-climactic. I could see her father standing on the stoop of her condo. His hands were clenched into fists.

"Hey Omar, I think that's your name? I need to book another trip. You're not done for the night I hope."

"I am heading back to DC. If it's in that direction then yes."

"Give me just one second."

Jamal lived in Silver Spring. It was right on the way back to DC.

"Jamal. Can I crash there tonight? Ryley broke up with me. Her dad will kick my ass if I get out here."

I waited for a moment and then saw that he was replying. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm pretty lit, but sure. We'll work it out when you get here."

I was so relieved that I didn't read his response fully. I just added a stop to my trip. Once it went through the driver pulled away.

"Thanks, man," I said to the driver and spent the trip looking for somewhere to stay. I had some money saved, so I could probably afford a cheap Airbnb for a week.

We pulled up to Jamal's apartment complex and I got out and tipped the driver. I gave him too much, or at least that's what Ryley would have said, but I had needed to survive on tips before.

I didn't have my own car; I had driven one of her father's company trucks. My last foster home had been in Olney which is how I met Ryley in the first place. I got in serious trouble after I aged out of foster care, and my old case worker had helped me when I got free of the trouble. I had come back to Olney and found a place, a job, and started going to school. I had stopped going, but had worked, and after I met Ryley a few years ago, I worked for her father. Her family made me feel like I belonged there. Her mom loved me, but her dad didn't. I worked hard, so we had a solid professional relationship, though.

My phone buzzed. It was Ryley. She sent me a voice message over text.

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm going to Venmo you $500. My dad burned your stuff. He was really pissed."

I just stared at my phone. How did I respond to that? I never had a lot of stuff, but all my clothes? My Funko Pops?

"What? You didn't tell him? Why the fuck would he do that?" I texted back.

"I tried to, but he was too pissed and afterwards he kind of shrugged and said he didn't like you anyway. I'll send you another 500 bucks when I get paid."

I typed out an angry reply, but then deleted it. It was no use. I wasn't even angry. It was just stuff, but there were the Funko Pop figures.

"My figures were worth way more than that. Did he actually burn them?"

There were the three dots again, but they were interrupted because Jamal texted

"Yo you here? I'm rolling another joint."

I tapped the thumbs up and went back to the chat with Ryley.

"Yeah, but all I'm giving you is $1000. Your toys are gone."

I thought about taking her to Small Claims Court. But she could definitely afford a lawyer and I could not. I ignored her.

"Here. Throw down your keys." I wrote back

He stepped onto his balcony and tossed his keys. I managed to one hand them and went upstairs. I knocked on the door and my phone buzzed again. I was ready to flame Ryley this time.

It wasn't her. It was Byron, the guy who organized the cosplay group.

"Dude, you should have come to Auntie Ms. It was crazy here tonight."

That was the club that the rest of them had gone to after the contest. Ryley had wanted to go to a smaller gathering and have dinner.

I sent Byron a couple of question marks. Then I unlocked the door and went inside to the entrance foyer.

My phone buzzed again. It was one of Byron's long texts. He texted like a boomer.

"So a couple of MAGA gays came in and started with the trans people. Regina was working the bar near them and tossed them, but they told her to fuck off. They said some pretty nasty stuff and she went over the bar and put them out. Both of them. It was epic."

Were there even any real MAGA gay people? I started to type a response, but he dropped another text.

"Susan had to come back, she was pissed. They lost like three bartenders now in the last month. She was working in the bar herself until close."

"Wow, fucked up. U still there?"

I was walking up the stairs to the fourth floor. There was no elevator.

Byron responded right when I got to the top.

"Yeah, Susan is pouring heavy drinks. It's awesome."

I could probably make pretty good tips at that place.

"Ask her if I can interview. I can come tomorrow whenever."

Byron thumbs-upped my response, but didn't start typing another one. That place wasn't a gay bar. More like open to everyone to a fault. I could make more bartending there than I had working for Ryley's father.

I knocked on the door, and Jamal yelled for me to come in. He was sitting on the couch. He lit a joint and took a long drag and then held it out to me. I took a hit.

I coughed pretty badly when I couldn't exhale all the smoke. He held his hand out, but I shook my head. I took another drag and handled that one much better. Almost immediately that welcome feeling of detachment came over me. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"Hey, tell you what, take care of me and I'll let you stay the night."

I didn't open my eyes right away.

"What are you talking about?" I said, and took another drag.

"I said we would work it out when you got here. I've worked it out."

I blinked my eyes open and looked down at him. He had pulled down his sweats and his boxers, and had his cock out and was playing with it. Between his feet on the ground was one of the throw pillows.

"You've gotta be shitting me," I said, still not fully understanding.

"No, look you're bi, and you're single. And you look fucking hot. You were literally the best looking chick at the event."

That had been enough for her to break up with me, and now one of my friends wanted me to suck them off.

"Dude, this is coercion, but also you're not bi or gay. What the fuck? And what about Natalie?"

"Take another hit and give that back to me." He answered instead.

I did take a hit and then handed him the joint. I watched as he took a hit, closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He didn't open his eyes, but started speaking as he exhaled, with smoke drifting out as he spoke.

"Look, dressed like you are with the makeup on, you look like a chick. So for me that's fine. But you're not really a chick so I'm not really cheating on Natalie."

I wondered what Natalie would think of that, but then I got on my knees on the pillow and started stroking his cock. I needed a place to stay. I probably wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been stoned, but I had given enough blowjobs for money that I couldn't turn this down.

He didn't look at me, just kept his eyes closed and his head back. The purple wig I was wearing fell down in front of my face so I tied it back and out of the way. I could deal with the anime bangs bouncing around.

His cock was nice, too. He tasted nice. Some men didn't and it wasn't just body odor. It was the way they were. My old pimp had tasted weird. He was Bulgarian so it may have been the diet he was eating, but not so with Jamal.

I just let myself go and started bobbing up and down on him. He moaned and I recognized the noise. It was honest. As fucked up as things were, it was nice that I could still make someone make that noise.

Everything came back to me. My pimp Hristo always wanted me to make johns come as fast as possible so I could move on to the next one. I had gotten really good. It got me some tips, but it also kept me from getting hit.

Jamal started moaning and swearing. I laughed as I stroked him and looked down at his cock and up at his face. It was just like old times. He would be coming really soon. That's what the swearing meant.

I took his balls in one hand and started gently tugging on them while I sucked on him, and stroked his cock as fast as I could. He stopped being able to swear, and then suddenly I felt his hands on my head, forcing my face down on his cock.

Fuck, he was going to come down my throat or try to. I did what I could to pull back because I didn't want it in my lungs.

He yelled as he came. Burst after burst shot down my throat and I swallowed as well as I could. I managed to pull back about an inch and the rest went into my mouth. He held onto me, his whole body shaking, and I worked his cock with my tongue as he subsided.

When he was done, he fell back onto the couch and his hands landed at his side. I pulled up and off of him and squeezed the last of the cum gently out of his cock. I sat back and caught my breath. He had put the joint back in the ashtray and it was still smoking. I reached over and picked it up and took a long drag of it, then my phone buzzed.

"Yeah, she said 10 o'clock tomorrow, "Byron's text read.

I blew out a long breath, the taste of Jamal's sperm still in my mouth. I took another drag and it killed the joint so I put it back in the ashtray and stood up and picked up my phone.

"Tell her I'll be there, but I only have my costume from last night. Make sure that's OK."

"WTF" he responded, and I stood up and typed out a reply.

"Long story. Tell you tomorrow."

Jamal groaned and sat up, looking up at me

"Damn, Hayden, that was literally the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. Go ahead and stay a couple days."

I looked down at him. I wanted to clean up and take a shower and get this makeup off and maybe borrow some of his shorts.

"Listen, I'm gonna get cleaned up. Your couch is uncomfortable as shit so I'll find something else tomorrow."

"Sure. I know the couch is nasty. I keep the apartment this way so Natalie doesn't want the kid here. Sorry about that. The sheets are clean, but if you wanna stay in the bed, you gotta wear some girl clothes. Natalie left some in the other dresser. I can't sleep with no dude."

I was pretty stoned so I didn't say anything. My brain was still trying to wrap its head around his perception of gender and what was and wasn't OK. I didn't care enough, though, and the weed just made me shrug.

I went over to the other dresser in his bedroom, the one with boxes on top. One of them was marked towels so I got a towel out of it then looked in the drawers.

The top two were full of junk. Charging cables, and what looked like mostly broken electronic equipment.

I eventually found the drawer he was talking about and pulled out a pair of pajama shorts. They said 'Baby Mama' across the ass so I put them back. There was a black nightgown wrapped around a clothes hanger. It was brand new and had a matching panty that went with it.

It would have to do. That couch was really uncomfortable and smelled awful when your face was near it.

After the shower, I checked my phone. Byron had responded.

"She said definitely wear it," and then a second text, which was just a bunch of flame emojis.

I carefully folded the costume. I had my hair wrapped in a towel and finished drying it as best as I could. Then I looked at the nightgown. It was black, it had satin cuffs at the end of long sleeves that were made of a gauzy material. The body itself was black satin that ended right below the breast, and the rest of it was more of the same see-through material with a ribbon of satin for a hem.

The panties were only half there. They were designed with just bands of black satin forming a design across the ass, leaving the lower part of my ass exposed. They were designed so someone could fuck you while you wore them.

I slipped them on and arranged myself. I wanted to protest, but that couch was nasty and I had just given him a blowjob so really what was the point. I took the towel off my hair and slipped the nightgown on. I had a wide tooth comb in my bag; my man purse Ryley called it.

I ran it through my hair a few times and picked up my costume and then turned back and put everything down again. There had been some body spray on the vanity. I lifted the nightgown and sprayed some on. It had a pleasant floral scent. I smiled, enjoying the smell and the feeling of the clothes on me. I liked being femme, and had missed it when Ryley seemed to get bored of it.

I left the costume where it was and opened the door to the bedroom.

"Damn," I heard and stopped, framed in the doorway. The room was mostly dark with just one dim light on. "You look fucking fine. Wait. I'm gonna fuck you and you can stay here for a week."

I was shocked. I still felt stoned, but hearing him say that sobered me up. To him, fucking me was a transaction. It was a guarantee, he just had to pay me. I remembered the feeling of that one regular who always wanted to come in my ass back when I was working. He would call me meat. That's what I felt like right now.

I thought about getting mad, or crying, or begging him, but in the end, I stopped blaming him. This is what reality was. I was a whore and he was a walking pair of balls. I decided to be blunt, to control the situation.

"No, $200 cash to fuck me and $50 for a blow job. I stay here for free and when you want it you pay for it." I crossed my arms and stared at him.

He had a really nice body and he was lying on the bed stroking himself. If I was going to do it with anyone it didn't hurt that he was fucking hot. His dick was a little big, but it was tapered at the tip so I knew I could handle it if I went slow.

He looked stunned. I let him sit there with it and waited

"So you're just a straight up whore?" He asked.

I felt like telling him I had almost 2 years of experience. I was no average whore.

"Yes. Yes, I am. And if you wanna fuck me, you're gonna pay and it's a really good deal. You gave me $170 for the blow job. I'm just charging you 30 extra for the fuck."

He didn't stop stroking himself, but his response showed that he was confused.

"Yeah, how you figure? I mean, also, just like that? You're gonna be a fucking prostitute?"

"I looked up cheap airbnb's on my drive over. Cheapest I could find was $85 a night. You gave me two nights for the blow job, which is $170, and it was definitely worth it. For the fuck it's 7 days at $85 a night which makes it a $600 value. And we both know you would want to fuck me again in the morning. Or have me suck you off. It's all the same. And I'm pretty sure you would want to fuck me every time you got high. After a week, I'd probably have built up a month and a half of free rent, which I don't want. This way, I have cash and you get to fuck me whenever you want. I'm not gonna be here that long."

His mouth hung open He was a good guy normally, but horny as fuck and I was seeing the usual monster. He was going to accept my deal. But I didn't feel like discussing it anymore.

"Look, I can put on my ridiculous costume and get the fuck out of here or you can move over and let me in the bed. If you wanna fuck me, you better have a condom and some lube. And the 200. Cash, but this one time I'll take Venmo or Ca$happ. Also if you wanna fuck me, I need a water bottle."

He didn't say anything, so I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the living room.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm gonna sleep on the couch. Do you wanna fuck me now or move over and fuck me tomorrow? I don't really care at this point. I just wanna get it over with so I can go to sleep. We both know you're going to do it."

"Damn, that's cold. You're not really turning me on with that talk," he said.

"Look I asked for help and you turned it into a transaction. I get it. I'd fuck me too. Do you want to fuck me or not? I'm really good and I have a tight ass."

I turned around and bent over slightly and shook my ass at him. I had always had a very slight frame and I knew that in these clothes, my ass looked really good. I'd take the $200. It was two more days I wasn't homeless.

I heard my phone chime and I looked at it. It was a Ca$happ payment from Jamal. I snorted.

"All right, I'll go get that water bottle and get cleaned up."

I was in the bathroom, naked again, cleaning myself out. It wasn't easy, but I worked three fingers up there using body wash. I eat clean, so I'm not usually that dirty. Once I had loosened up I used the water bottle to clean out. Once I ran clean, I cleaned up, dried off, applied more body spray and got the nightgown and panties back on. It was a little big up top, but it still looked good.

I opened the door and he was in bed, in the center of the bed lying back. I walked around to the other side and knelt on the bed, reaching over and stroking his cock.

"Maybe you suck it again, get it hard." He said, staring at me and almost licking his lips. I had seen that look hundreds of times. That look said I was past the point I could say no. Sex WAS happening.

"That's another 50 bucks, it's either a suck or a fuck not both." I said, but didn't stop stroking him.

"What the fuck?" He said, and I felt him tense up.

I laughed and wrapped my lips around his cock for a moment, flicking it with my tongue. I pulled off and replied.

"Just fucking with you," then I went down on him again. I laid on the bed and across his belly. I knew the nightgown must feel nice on his skin because it felt nice on mine. I sucked him and played with his balls, feeling him stiffen up.

"Play with my ass try to loosen it up, use the lube, "I said, taking a quick breath.

I heard him open the bottle and squirt it, then felt cold lube on my ass as he pushed one finger into me. He was not slow and gentle, so I was glad I had warmed myself up. I pulled off for a second.

"Oh yeah, daddy, finger bang my ass, daddy. Get me ready for you." I said, feeling his cock twitch at the words.

He did keep going. And I let myself enjoy it. He worked another finger in and then the third. I wanted to hate this because of why we were having sex, but my ass ached to feel his fat cock slide all the way into me.

"Oh daddy, that's good, I can't wait for your cock," I said in my Barbie voice.

"Call them daddy. Be like you need their cock to live," Hristo said to me the first time he sent me to get fucked by a man.

When I aged out of foster care my case manager helped me with some transition services, but I drifted away from her. I would go out and end up sleeping with men for money. Then one day it was a cop. I sat on the floor of their motel room, handcuffed to the desk.

The guy gave me a choice. I could come downtown or I could work for Hristo. I had no idea what working for Hristo meant but I did know what getting arrested for prostitution would mean.

He left me there and in about a half an hour Hristo showed up. The first thing he did was take out his dick and have me suck him off. He was not gentle.

But he told me what men wanted to hear. "Call them daddy and beg them to fuck you with their big dick."

It worked on Jamal.

"Condom?" I asked, and he pulled his hand away from my ass and I felt him stretch to reach for the side table.

I took it from him, opened the package, then showed him as I put it in my mouth. I used my teeth to put it on him. I had practiced that as well at Hristo's insistence. They didn't like wearing them so you had to make it sexy.

I tried to maintain eye contact as I slid it down his cock with my teeth. In the end, he was too big for me to finish the job so I did it with my hand.

"OK, I'll get on top of you first. You have a decent size dick so I need you to let me drive to start. Once I get warmed up, you can do whatever you want." I said in my regular feminine voice, not in the girlie tone I called him daddy with.

He nodded at me and I straddled his belly. I took the lube and squirted it on my right hand. Looking him in the eye, I leaned forward with my left hand resting on his chest. I reached around and stroked his cock, lubing it up. He made a little moaning sound and I dipped down and kissed him, fighting his tongue with mine, but letting him win the battle, and submitting to him pushing his tongue wherever he wished.

"Remember daddy, be gentle. You're so big and I'm so tight," I said, again using the high pitched girlie voice.

I was having flashbacks. He looked a lot like a guy who had tipped me every time. I got to keep the tips. That's what I bought food and regular clothes with.

I lined up his cock with my ass and settled back, moaning as the tip penetrated me.

"They have to think you fucking love it," Hristo said to me after fucking me one time. And it was true. The ideal would be if I could come from just them fucking me. That was usually worth a pretty big tip.

I locked eyes with Jamal and let him see everything I was feeling on my face. It wasn't just the pleasure and a little pain. It was also the submission. "Becoming their bitch" is what Hristo had said was essential.

"Oh God, daddy, you're making your bitch feel so fucking good." I said, as I slowly lowered myself on him. "Oh God. I hope you get horny every day. This feels so fucking good."

I stretched out the last word into a moan.

He was smiling and watching me, and I could feel him possessing me in his mind.

"Oh, that's it, you're all the way in. Oh, I'm gonna come. Please daddy, can I play with myself?" I begged.

I always asked. Sometimes they got off by telling you no, and sometimes they got off by telling me yes.

"Naw bitch. I don't want to see that, you keep that thing out of the way," he said, and I swore under my breath. Later, I would beg him if he were close and it was probably 50-50 that he would let me.

"Oh daddy, please," I said, and started bouncing up and down on his dick. He felt fucking amazing sliding into me. That was the thing. This only worked for me if I was like a method actor. I just let myself enjoy it.

"Just like that!" He said and grabbed my waist with both hands.

I bounced up and down and let my arms hang at my sides. They flopped around and I threw my head back, moaning constantly.

He started to increase the tempo and I worried that he would come too soon and then I almost laughed at my reaction. Of course I wanted him to finish quickly, but somehow, I also wanted it to go on all night.

"Yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me good," I said, letting the strokes of his cock be heard in my voice.

I leaned forward so he could really pound into me, playing with his nipples as I did.

He started moaning and fucking me even faster and harder. My cock started to get hard, and I knew it would peek out from behind the panties. If he was really serious about not seeing it, we'd have to switch positions.

I started kissing his face to see if that's what he wanted and he turned and kissed me, hesitating a moment before wrapping his arms around me, and pulling my face into his.

I contorted so he could reach my face and ass conveniently, continuing to tweak his nipples.

After about three minutes he turned his head and broke our kiss. I was left gasping.

"Daddy, please fuck me," I said, collapsing onto his body. His cock popped out.

"How?" Was all he said, whispering into my ear

"It doesn't matter. You wore me out. Just take me daddy,"I said.

He slapped my ass and laughed. Then he rolled me off of him and grabbed a pillow. He took my legs in one hand, holding me by the ankles. Then he leaned forward and pushed them back, raising my ass into the air. He put the pillow underneath me and let go, my legs falling to either side.

"Daddy fuck me, get that dick inside me." I said and reached down and played with it while he watched me.

I saw him deciding what to do. He reached out and grabbed my calves and pushed my legs back, and I put my arms through and used my shoulders to hold my legs down. I was very flexible. I knew what it looked like, too. Complete submission.

I was bundled up in a knot, completely defenseless against any attack on my ass he wanted to make.

"Daddy, you could slap me, but don't choke me so hard I pass out though."

He groaned. They always did. I was remembering it now. It had lasted until I was almost 20. That's when Hristo died. A heart attack. While he was fucking me.

"Here it comes." He said, and slid inside me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back and moaned. I rolled my head around moaning.

I was using my shoulders to hold my legs down, and my arms were free so I started pinching his nipples as hard as I could as he fucked me.

"Oh my God," he said. I knew it felt good. It worked on me. You could squeeze them almost hard enough to burst them, but if the guy was fucking you, it only made it feel amazing.

"Come on daddy, fuck me. Hard." I said, and he did.

It got to the point where I would just grunt as he slid into me. It wasn't even a sexy grunt, I was beyond that.

I looked up at him, and his head was back, eyes were closed, and his mouth was open as he pumped into me harder and harder. I cranked on his nipples as hard as I could. For some guys it made them come right away.

He came close, but then slowed down and smiled at me.

"Fuck you have a fucking hot ass." He said and slowly humped me."You almost made me come. I don't wanna come yet."

He fucked me some more and then flipped me over. I got positioned with my ass up and my knees spread wide, so I was low enough for him to enter. I stretched my body and arms out in front of me and pushed my ass back and up at him.

"Fuck me, daddy, come on my ass. Please? Promise. Promise me you'll come on my ass?"

I smiled as he groaned and slid into me. Begging them to come on your ass or your face almost always helped.

"Fuck, bitch, I'll come on your ass, "he said as he gripped me by the waist and started fucking me as hard as he could. It felt amazing and my stiff cock slid back-and-forth on the satin of the panties.

I started moaning and writhing underneath him not even able to do more than just reaching back to run my fingers over his body as he fucked me.

He started panting hard and I could feel him fuck me differently. It was like he got even harder.

"Come for me, daddy, come inside me. Put your seed in me. Do it. Do it. Fucking come."

I could hear him feeding off of my words and I felt myself getting open. That's the only word I had for it. When I was being fucked really hard I would sometimes open up and I could feel them so much better.

I reached down and started rubbing myself through the panties.

"I'm gonna come daddy. Come inside me. Come inside me. It'll make me come. Oh God, I'm gonna fucking come." I said and he groaned and pressed himself into me, his hands pushing my body down as he came.

I came at the same time. My cock had grown out of the top of the panties, and I squirted all over my stomach and the bed.

He groaned and pressed into me as I came. I heard something and only realized it was myself screaming the word yes over and over again when I stopped.

He rolled off of me after a minute and lay there, looking at me.

I smiled and rolled out of bed. I leaned over and rolled his condom off before going to the bathroom to wash up.

He was asleep when I came back to bed.

He had used me and passed out.