Daddy Stan
 

I�m a slut for daddy dick.

Now before you go off and think I�m sort of pervert, please know, I am actually a depraved pervert! I have always been a real stud in the sex department. 28 years old, Six feet tall, 200 pounds, in great shape, nice big guns, flat abs, thick thighs, good mop of thick black hair on my head and a neat goatee. Killer smile.  And a nice thick nine incher that drools precum whenever it gets hard. And it gets hard a lot.

The women love it, yeah the women. See, I like to fuck women, all types. And women like to fuck me, all types. Even in the office I worked in I had three girls who used to beg to ride my dick, including my supervisor. I know, everyone says don't date your boss, but I wasn�t dating her, I was fuckin her. During lunch, after work in her office, during  a smoke break in her car. Wherever, it didn�t matter, she craved cock. And my cock craved  a good fuck. Matches made in heaven.

Only one little bit of trouble in my sex life. Ever since I can remember, I have been drawn to older guys as well. Not as mentor figures, but as dispsenors of wisdom about sex. Growing up in southern Cali I had my fair share of dirty old men. Except to me they weren�t dirty, just good clean fun. Hot dicked fun. I loved how older guys liked to use younger guys like myself. It was like they were fucking my ass, and they did fuck my ass a lot, as punishment for me being such a  good-looking young stud.

But I kept it in check. Only every few months would I haunt some smelly restroom looking for some old dick. Only a few times a year would I give some disbelieving old guy something he could tell his queeny friends about for the rest of his life. A real life, pumped up muscle boy, bending over, offering his juicy ass.

Yeah, it was a little sick, but I wrote it off to hormones. Especially when later that night I was pluggin some gorgeous co-ed�s cunt.

That all changed with Daddy Stan. I noticed him one night when I was leaving the office building from work. There he was sitting behind the large, circular desk in the middle of the lobby that acted as the sign in desk and the security desk. He had packed his ample, but not flabby, frame into a tight white security shirt. He had his neat gray hair in a flat top trim, a clean face and a bull neck. My cock gave a little jump at first sight. I stopped by and introduced myself and left. That night I was dateless, so I jacked off  a couple of good loads, the whole time thinking about that new security guard.

He came on everyday at 5 p.m. I usually left about 6 p.m. and said hello, often times chatting with him. He had a deep baritone voice that oozed command. He had been a former marine. Figure, I thought, he had the proud bearing of one.

One night I worked until about ten p.m.. I was the only person on my floor, heck, maybe even the building. I think I surprised him when I got out of the elevator.

"Late night eh son?" He called out to me, his usual jovial nature. A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the familiar greeting. I couldn�t help it.

"Got a report due in the morning."
"Well? Did you finish?"

"Yes sir!" Again, I couldn�t help it. I wanted to be naked on my knees saying that instead of standing n front of his desk, holding  a briefcase full of papers.

"good job. Say, if you ain�t in a  hurry come back and have a cup of coffee. I�m due for  a break. If anyone wants in they can buzz, I got an intercom in the back room."
I�m sure my face went flush from excitement, I was like a nervous schoolgirl. My dick was rock hard, I had to arrange my briefcase just to hide the bulge.

He led me back behind the elevators, down along hall to  a small break room that smelled of burnt coffee and stale air.

"Have a seat, you like cream� with your coffee?" Was I imagining things? I had to remind myself to keep calm. I might be big, but I was sure he knew ten ways to kill me before I could even stand up.

"Sure." Just then I heard  aloud buzz, I must have jumped a mile. He laughed.

"Relax son, that�s just the front. Probably someone forgot their briefcase. Be right back."
He left the room and I was all-alone. My dick was rock hard and throbbing. I knew nothing was going to happen, but that didn�t stop my mind from racing, thinking about what could.
Almost without thinking my hand went down to rearrange my crotch, my dick begged for relief. But I didn�t dare touch it, did I? Just one down stroke I decided.

Ooooohh yeah. Maybe one more?
Fuuuuuuccccckkkk.
I needed to get out of here and pop off a load, or two.

One more.
Maaaaaaaan. Shit, I better leave.

Jut then I heard a throat clear. It was him! Watching me!
"Well son, that�s one way to pass the time!"

"What? No1, I was, um, its not"
"Relax son." He put his hand on my shoulder. He stood in front of me. His massive body filled the area in front of me. I was breaking out into a sweat. Would he beat me into a pulp? What was going to happen?

"Sheeeet Boy, its not like it�s some sort of surprise!" He said, looking straight into my eyes. "Is it?"
I was at  a loss for words. I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder just enough to start to hurt.
"Is it?"

"N-n-o � sir."
He laughed. "Fuck, took me long enough to figure out, not as sharp as I used to be. I used to be able to smell faggot from a  mile away."

"But I�m no�"
"Save it for ya mama boy! Don�t interrupt me again, hear?"
"Yes� sir."

"Good. Now, I knew after while that you were stoppin by talkin to me cause you needed something I got. You know what that is boy?"
"�no sir?"

"Take a good look boy, see anything you need. Not that you want fucker, but that you need, that you crave?"
Suddenly I could see it outlined in his polyester uniform pants. A bulge. Not the biggest bulge, but  a hot, throbbing daddy dick bulge. My mouth fell open.

"That�s right boy, Daddy�s got  a dick for you." A small moan escaped from my lips. He smiled a big grin.

"Damn I�m good, knew that too. Figured you�d be lookin not just for dick, but daddy dick. Ain�t that right boy? Ain�t that the truth�son?"

"Yes Sir, � yes�daddy."
"Fuck yeah, got myself a real daddy slut here don�t I son?"
"Yes� sir."

"Willin� to do anything for daddy�s dick, ain�tcha boy?"
"Just about sir�"
He pulled back, looked me in the eye and laughed.

"I said anything boy, anything!"
I shivered despite the fact I was sweating. My dick was making  a small satin on my suit pants. Shit I was horny, my dick had gotten me into this mess and now it just wanted to get out and be used.

"Please sir�"
"What was that boy?"
"I need�"
"What boy, spit it out!"

"I gotta�"
"Fuck Son, say it!"
"Dick sir, need you dick, gotta get at that meat � sir!"
"Sure you do son, just wait a minute. Need to get some things straight around here, understood?"

"Yes sir."
"Good, now you may be a desperate pervert, but I just got  nut sacks full of cum that needs suckin out, got that? You suck me off then leave!"
"Yes Sir."

"And every night when you leave you check in with me to see if I need draining, got that?"
"Yes sir."
"And no lip, if I say go do it, you do it, no questions asked!"
I was practically cumming right there and then. "Yes Sir!"

"And one more thing, no cumming around me. Got that? Your little dick spurts boy cream and you will be punished!"

I moaned out loud then.
"God Sir, I don�t know if�"
"You questioning me boy!?"

"No Sir� no sir!"
"Now, sit back while I fish out my cock son, don�t want your grubby hands on it, just your mouth and lips, got that?"
"Yes sir."

"Fuckin slut, you want this bad, don�t you? You got all the looks and the muscles, but deep down inside your just  a whore for dick, ainthca?"
"Yes sir."

"Just a dick cravin slut. "He slowly unzipped his pants. I couldn�t help it, I actually licked my lips. He laughed. The he reached into the pair of white boxers and drew out his dick. It was a big fat lump dick, already hard, at about 5 inches not the biggest. But it held an awesome power over me. My body actually shook in lust.

"This is your God now boy, got that. You will worship this fucker even while I punish your own muscle cock."
I looked up questioning.

"Yeah fucker, you ain�t comin, but since your dick is hard, it�ll get me off to cause it pain. But we got time for that later. Right now I need to get off in your hot mouth fucker."
He grabbed his dick at the base and brought it right up to my mouth.
"Lick it fucker, lick your daddy�s dick."

I stuck my tongue out and licked off the drop of pre cum.
"Ohhh yeah. Got the real thing here. You done this before son, for other men, you had other daddies use you?"
"Yes Sir."

"Well, not no more, understood? Not unless I say so!"
"Yes Sir!"
"I want my muscle cum dump to be my own. My slut son will service only his daddy, got that boy?!"

"Yes Sir!"
"Good, now get to work."
He put the tip of his dick against my lips.

"Open up for daddy slut. Put the tip in your mouth� that�s it. Uh-uh, don�t be greedy, just work the tip for now son. Oh yeaaaah. Daddy�s little whore likes that huh? Yeah? Thought so, here�s some more fucker, slide it in nice. No teeth, just warm wet suckin mouth. Fuck yeah boy. Get your daddy�s dick hard n wet. Like this boy?"
I shook my head as I swallowed his dick to the base, coming up against his gray pubic hairs. His dick was now fully hard, his breath was ragged.

"Good, cause I�m gonna feed you this dick whenever I got a load. And lord knows seeing a muscle stud like you on his keens in front of me makes me hornier than a goat. Fuck! I forgot how good this was. Used to get plenty of slut mouth in the service. All sorts of eager young boys, fresh from hell n gone North Dakota or something. Get one of those punks alone first night, be all nice to him. Fuck, before he know what was goin on I was feedin him horse and he was lovin it. Amazing how many eager you dick sluts there are out there, eager to swallow daddy�s dick down to the root."

I just nodded my head and continued to work my tongue around the fat tool. He shuddered and sighed.

"Damn boy, you got talent. Gonna keep you around, that�s for sure. Your buddies know about this gift?"
I shook my head.

"Fuck son, maybe they should, huh? Maybe one Sunday you can invite me over when you and your buds are watchin the game. I can sit down, you can kneel in front of me and take out this slut maker and give pops a big blow. How you think they�d like that?"

The mental picture flashed in my mind, I moaned and began to suck harder, my mind fuzzy with pure lust.

"Sheeeet boy, you are one randy fuck. All this suckin is makin my balls closer n close. Gonna need to blow my load soon boy. Keep suckin daddy off like a good whore."
I redoubled my efforts in an attempt to please him. My whole world centered on the man in front of me. His coarse gruff voice bellowed from above.

"Here is comes fuck, keep suckin till I say stop. I want all of my nut to get in yer belly punk."

With a sudden thrust and a loud grunt he grabbed the back of my head and held it tight against my face.

"Stupid fuck! Take my cream fucker! Take it muscle slut! Fell that! Ugh! Real man cum fucker!" He slammed his pelvis against my face four quick times as I felt jet after jet of warm daddy cream shoot out of his dick into my mouth. Then suddenly he smacked my face.

"Stop fucker! That�s it, Daddy�s spent now. Fuckin punk. Get out of here. Go on, get out. Don�t worry your fagotty little ass. I�ll be around. You stop by each day on your way out to see if Daddy has a hard on for ya little slutty mouth."

With his cum still on my lips he picked me up by the shoulders and shoved me out the back door of the break room.

"Down the end of this hall is a dock, the parking garage is to the left."
I turned around as he was closing the door.

"You did good for a loser dick punk boy. We�ll meet again."
 

I went down to the end of the hall. My suit pants tenting obscenely, my dick achingly hard. I had never been so turned on in my whole life. My dick tip, raw from rubbing my boxers, was leaking cum so much I had a wet spot in the front of my pants. By the time I got to my car and got in I couldn�t wait anymore. I unzip my pants and pulled out my nine inch piece of meat. It was trembling with lust and sex. Three quick strokes and it erupted in load after load of searing hot cum. All over my dashboard and steering wheel. I should have cared, but I didn�t. My balls had never felt so empty. But when I got home and got ready for bed, I had to jack of twice more just to get to sleep.
 
 
 
 
 

The Next Day
 

I was so juiced up the next day that I hit all three cunts in the office. Mid morning, lunchtime and mid afternoon, all saw me drilling the women in my office good. All of the commented on how aggressive I was, and how forceful my fucks were. I knew it was all because of daddy Stan.

I guess I was kind of surprised when I passed by his desk on the way out. I figured an old guy like him would want a night off to recover. Instead he had a wicked grin on his face as he crooked his finger for me to come closer.

"Fuck boy, can�t stop thinking about the slutty muscle bod of yours. Tell you what, you get back to the break room now. Oh,  and strip down. I want you buck fuckin naked when I get back there. And remember, no touchin yourself. Got all that?"
"Naked�?"
"I said, do you have that boy?"

"Yes sir!"

I went back to the break room and carefully stripped. I didn�t want too, I was too afraid someone would come in and see me, but I also didn�t want to let Daddy Stan down. When I was done I sat down at the table to wait. Suddenly I heard the crackling of an intercom.
"Fuck boy! Don�t sit down while yer ass is waiting. Stand up boy, at attention!"
I looked around and saw the camera in the corner. He could see me, and God knows if this was being taped too. My dick jumped from limp to hard as fast as the blood could flow down there.
"Shit boy, anything turn you off?" He laughed and then the intercom went dead.
 

I stood there with my arms at my side, my dick straight out, hard as a nail, for what seemed like eternity. I longed to touch my throbbing dick just once. Just one quick squeeze to satisfy the itch in it. My hard dick stood out proudly, throbbing in beat with my heart. It was leading me down a path, and where it would end I could not foresee.

It seemed like forever, but it was probably just a few minutes when the breakroom door suddenly slammed open and daddy Stan came charging into the room. I bet I jumped a mile, afraid someone had caught me, naked and hard in the middle of a back room the office building where I worked.

"Hehe boy, did I scare ya? No matter. Say I got a cravin for muscle boy cunt mouth right about now. My dick is hard and ready to rip out a load. You want to suck it out for me son?"
"Yes sir."
"What was that son?"
"YES SIR!"

"I don�t know little boy, doesn�t sound like you really want it. Maybe I should just go to the john and whack off a load myself."
"No sir."
"What boy?"

"Please sir, don�t. I need your dick sir."
"What for son?"
"I need it to suck sir. I need to get your load of man sperm into me sir."

"Fuck you, you thick necked, big tittied fuck toy. Why should I waste my precious seed on your faggot asssed tonsils?"
"Because sir� I need it."

"Tell me how much it hurts boy!"
"So much sir. I can�t stop thinking about your dick sir. I wake up thinking about it and I go to sleep thinking about it."

"Hands behind you slut, rest �em on your bubble butt."
I put them behind me, causing my dick to be even more in display. With a quick motion he whipped out a pair of stainless steel cuffs and snapped them onto my hands. I let out a small moan.

He smacked my face. "What was that fucker? Did I give your permission to make a sound?"
"No sir. Sorry sir."
"Bet you think this is fun huh fucker?"

"No sir�"
He reached out and smacked my dick.
"Liar! Look at that hard dick and tell me you ain�t turned on!"
"I am Sir, I am."

Three times in a row he quickly smacked the head of my hard bobbing dick with the back of his hand. I had to concentrate very hard on not losing my load. I heard him chuckle.
"Fuck it you�re a randy one. Bet I could beat a load out of you right now. But I ain�t about that whore. I�m about getting my rocks off, got that?"

"Yes Sir."
"Kneel."
I tried to be graceful, but with my hands cuffed behind my back it was difficult, I sort of fell to the floor, but managed to right my self. My mouth watered as I saw that I was eye level with his full crotch.

"Like the view suck boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Get used to it."

He unzipped his pants and fished out a rock hard daddy cock.
"Shit boy, you have got me real worked up. I need to unload real quick tonight. I can�t be away from the desk too long. But hey, what the fuck does it matter right? As long as I get my nut. Start sucking faggot, and do it hard, no teeth!"

With a grunt he rammed his cock towards my face. I did my best to catch the hard member and slide it in my mouth. He groaned again as he felt my tongue wrap around the tip. It was salty with pre cum.

Daddy Stan was right. I was looking forward to a nice long face fuck, but instead after about thirty seconds he hastily grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock down my throat. With a mighty grunt I felt his cock convulse as he shot a load down my throat. Then, without any fanfare he pulled his dick out, wiped it on my hair and stuffed it back in his uniform pants.

"Get out cunt." He said, opening the door and pointing back down the hall to the loading dock. As I went by he stopped me and undid my cuffs.

"See you tomorrow stud." He laughed as he gave my bare ass a spank. He turned around and went back out front.

I was confused, and a little hurt. Had I made him mad? As I walked down the hall, my dick still hard and still leading the way, I thought back over the past half an hour. He had been so quick� and so dismissive� and so uncaring. Oh my God, I wanted to beat off right then and there. A shiver went up and down my spine. What a complete turn on. It was like he knew what I needed- to be used and abused. And he was doing just that, he was using me. Part of me felt sad about his handling of me, but my dick loved it. He was treating me like dirt and I was loving it.

As I got out into the parking garage, still naked,. I started stroking my dick, I could not wait to get a load off. My balls were boiling over. I wasn�t even sure I could make it to the car like I did last night.

Suddenly I heard  a deep voice behind me.
"Freeze pervert!"

I stopped in my tracks, my dick bouncing and throbbing in front of me. I felt a hand lightly touch my ass, but there was something off.

"Nice one fucker. Turn around slowly, wouldn�t want your �weapon� to accidentally go off."

I slowly turned around. In front of me was the biggest, juiciest, piece of man flesh I had ever seen. He stood a couple of inches taller than me, and was easily twice my size. He was head to toe muscle, fat muscle. Fat, hairy muscle. It was a fucking muscle cop. Poured into a skintight uniform, his bike silently glowering behind him. Head to toe his whole body screamed out real man. I started slowly with my eyes to drink in every solid detail of this cop stud. His large, shiny black leather boots that went up practically to his knees. His flared and solid looking thighs that spoke to hundreds of hours spent in a gym pumping those powerful legs. His bluff breeches strapped across his pelvis, show casing a throbbing mound of man meat. His wide black leather belt, hooked up to a sam brown that run up and over his firm, jutting pecs. I could see nipples poking, hard, through his way to tight regulation uniform shirt. His massive biceps strained against the narrow confines of the shirtsleeves, showing off his huge arms and forearms.

Covering the arms and sprouting from the shirt collar like weeds was a fine blonde hair. It was highlighted by a deep tan gotten over many hours of riding. The cop�s face also showed years of wind and rain a sun, aging it to a perfect rugged look. His face was wide but cut, chiseled to perfection, topped off by a closely cut mop of dark blonde hair. His mouth was set in a sneer, his eyes hidden, even in the garage, by dark mirrored aviator glasses.

"Fucking perv!" He spat at me. "Stan was right, you�re a dick whore."
I almost came right then, I know my cock spit out a small wad of pre cum. He knew daddy Stan? Oh God, I didn�t know if I could take any more with out blasting a load out.
"Turn around fucker, and bend over, hold onto your car. Yeah. I know what car is yours, so no funny stuff, cause I traced your tags back to your apartment address too. I got you by the balls son, or at least soon will!" The cop laughed at his own joke. "I feel like drillin me some muscle slut but, what da ya say cunt?"

I didn�t know what to say, I had been fucked plenty of times, but not by some one with such a large looking piece of meat. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back from the side of my car.

"Answer me boy! Do you want to get fucked!?"
"Yes Sir!" My own rock hard dick was rubbing against the car, leaving a trail of dick slime.

"Fuckin muscle boy, I shit punks like you before breakfast. When I�m done you better hope you ain�t totally broke. Now turn your head around and look at my pants boy, what you see under them?"

"You�re dick sir?"
"Think so? Think my dick is that big? Look at it son, look! See that out line, that look like a dick to you boy?"

"Y-y-yes sir?"
"Well, is it is isn�t it boy? Damn, I thought you were a dick slut!"
"Yes, sir, it is."

"Wrong fucker! This ain�t no dick! Fuck boy, know what this is?"
"N-n-no sir?"

"It�s a cunt splitter boy, split cunts like you in two!" The cop reached down and undid his belt, and then the zippered fly of his breeches. All the way down he unzipped until he got to the end. But even that wasn�t enough, still fully half of his rock hard cock was still stuff down the front of his pants.

"Big fucker ain�t it boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Nervous boy?"
"Yes Sir."

"Good, that should make you all tense, give a tighter fit for my pocket monster."
With a grunt he fished out the whole length of cock. A solid ten inches of pig pork came into view, hard and throbbing, as thick as a beer can. It was a cunt splitter alright, and I had no doubt my cunt was about to be split into a dozen pieces by the fucker.

He took the monster in his hand and rubbed the tip across my right butt cheek. I swear to God I moaned, the thing threw off tremendous heat.

"Sheeeeeet boy, feel that fat boy at your back door. It�s the big bad wolf and he�s a raring to blow your door down!"

"Please sir." I begged.
"Please what fucker?"
"Please be gentle."

"No can do boy, either gentle or a fuck. Which is it?"
"But sir�"
"Which do you want boy, gentle or  a fuck?"

My head was swimming and my dick leaking profusely against the car door. My body started to shake. I couldn�t help it.
"fuck." I said in a small voice.

"What boy?!"
"Fuck! Sir! Please fuck me hard!"

I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them out, showing him my ready hole.
"Goddamn dick sluts all the same, their mouth says one thing while their body says another. I�ll fuck you boy, good and hard."

With that he laid the head of his massive organ against my tight butt nut. His dick was leaking as well and his head was covered in pre cum. With a mighty groan, he reached around and grabbed my shoulders, pressing his cock into my ass as hard as he could. I yelped as I felt the monster pop into my hole. The pain was unbearable.

"Please�"
"Take it like a man cunt. This ain�t no date, it�s a fuck, so just relax and take it. I ain�t even half way in. This is just beginning."

Despite my pain and fear, my own dick had never gone soft. As he grunted and groaned, trying to shove the rest of his dick in, my own cock throbbed. I was actually getting of on the pain of being raped by this brute pig. My head was spinning, my dick vibrating and my balls beginning to contract. I never even heard him as he announced that he was up to his short and curlys into my ass. I was too busy trying not to pass out as the pain reached a new threshold and my dick erupted in the most intense orgasm I have ever had.
So many blasts of cum went against the car door that I lost track. One right after another until my balls were empty, and still my dick twitched and spasmed.  I was feeling nothing but pure bliss as his massive daddy dick filled and stretched my hole to the breaking point while my dick let loose against the car door. I didn�t think my mind would ever come down from the chemicals rushing through my brain. But several quick, sharp smacks to my ass cheeks brought me back.

"Shooooo-weeeee fucker! You just bust? Damn that felt good on my baby maker. You sure do know how to please a man. �Course now comes the hard part. I gonna ride your ass and you ain�t full of that horney sperm no more. Damn boy, you are gonna regret that move, even if you couldn�t help it."

And with a mighty roar the cop pulled out his dick almost to the tip and with another mighty grunt re-sank it. It knocked the air out of me. All pain I had suffered before was but  a memory compared to this pain. His gloved hand came up and over my mouth as I screamed.

"Now, now son, just relax, Uncle Jimmy needs to unload here. Be a good whore and put out for daddy, milk his man stalk for a bit until I blast your insides with man juice. Whoaa-eee ride �em cowboy!"

I all but collapsed, almost passing out from the pain as the man beast continued his assault on my ravaged ass. Within moments the old feelings came back, memories of being fucked in rest rooms by angry older men, with too much sperm and not enough pussy. The warmth spread from my tortured ass ring as the cop�s massive dick massaged my insides. The cop was enjoying himself alright, even if I was only beginning to again.
"Fuck boy, you are one hot pussy. Damn if you ain�t just about the tightest pieces of cunt I ever had.         And I�ve had plenty, from abusin spouses to drunk dads, I�ve fucked many a straight cunt. But you sure do take the cake. Making Uncle Jimmy feel good, making his weapon feel even better. Like boy?"

I could only moan in response.

"I�ll take that as a yes cunt. Oh man oh man, gonna like fuckin this piece every night. That�s right boy. Your new daddy ain�t hot on getting slut cunt ass, but �ol Jimmy here loves it. I figure let Stan work you up into a cream and then reap the harvest of your lust filled, over spermed balls up mind afterwards. You ain�t gonna like the things that Stan and I do to your muscled cunt, but our dicks sure will. And I think yours too?"

Sure enough I was hard again, by body and dick were banging up against the car door as the cop pile drove his dick into me.

"Fuck boy, the boys downstairs say their ready. I�d love to continue this discussion, but a man�s gotta do what a man�s gotta do. Get ready fucker. I haven�t come in about three hours and these balls have been working over time to make grade a cop sperm."

With a might grunt the cop began to work double time as he felt his balls fill up. I just hung on for dear life.

I felt the jets of white-hot sperm, even through the pain and pleasure the cop�s massive nightstick was bringing to my ass. Load after load coated my insides, so much I feared I would drown.

The cop was a true romantic till the end. He plopped out his spent dick soon after the last load shot out, slopping cop seed all over the back of the my ass and legs. With a hearty laugh he commanded me to turn around and lick him clean so he could stuff the monster back into his breeches. It took a while, but I managed to get his dick clean.
As he zipped up the breeches he gave me a level stare.

"Now see here boy. Tonight was kind of fun, for me anyway. I want you out here every night after Daddy Stan finished with you and I want you fully loaded. Do not cum or you will pay big time. I may be a few minutes, but I want you here naked and waiting by your car, understood?"

"Yes sir."
"Good cunt, now go home and beat off a few times while you relive this magic night!"