“Yes, Daddy. That’s why. You turned me into a little nympho cock whore and then you avoided me for days. I had to get it somewhere.” Megan said, sardonically.
“And did you cum when he fingered your pussy in the theater?” I asked.
“I was so horny that I came twice Daddy. But I was thinking of you while Andrew had his fingers inside my tight pussy.” She explained.
Megan just lay there as I continued fucking her with such ferocity. I moaned and groaned each time I rammed her to the hilt. Her pussy had now become wet and I slid in and out of her tight snatch with ease, increasing the pace of my fucking.
“Did you fuck him?” I asked.
“No Daddy. You’re the only man who I’m going to let fuck me. Only your big thick cock.” She replied. “But I did give him a hand job in the theater. That’s why I don’t have my panties on. I used them to wipe up his cum.”
“You’re such a little whore, Megan. I think you’ve always been a little cock whore.” I said as I continued to fuck her, lustfully, angrily.
“No, you made me that way Daddy. And I want to be your little cock whore. I told you that. You can fill me up any time, any place, and hole you want Daddy. It’s yours.” She said in such an innocent, sweet tone.
And then the urge arrived. I could feel my balls swell. I grabbed Megan’s long, straight dark hair and yanked back, hard. The other hand reached around and forcefully pushed away her bra, cupping her tit and pinching her nipple.
“Ow, you’re hurting me Daddy.” She cried as I yanked her head back by her hair.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum, you little whore.” I said to her.
“Do it, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Cum for me Daddy.” She shouted.
“Oh, hear I go, Megan. I’m cumming, I’m cumming in your pussy.” I shouted back. “Oh, Megan, I love your pussy. You’re so sexy and tight.”
I continued ramming her hot, wet snatch until I could do so no more. I shoved my cock as far up her snatch as possible, and held it there to make sure all my sperm filled the depths of her vagina. And as I gushered my warm semen into her amazingly tight vagina, I pulled even harder on her hair and head.
As I came down from the euphoric high of my orgasm, I released my grip on Megan’s hair and tit. Light-headed, I moved back and then sat down on a dining room chair, my hard, wet cock sticking out and glistening in the soft light coming from outside.
“Get over and clean me up.” I commanded Megan.
Dutifully, she pushed up from the table, spun around, bent over and stuck my erect penis in her mouth. She sucked and licked and I pushed her head and mouth all the way down to the base of my shaft.
“That’s it, my little whore. Suck me clean. Do you taste your own pussy juice? Lap it up!” I told her.
I pulled her away when I thought she was done and fell back against the chair, spent, tired, exhausted. Megan hoisted herself onto the dining room table, facing me. She spread her legs and began to masturbate. One held spread open her labia to expose her hard little clit which the other hand stroked and rubbed furiously. She stared directly into my eyes holding my gaze with hers.
“Oh Daddy, you made me so horny, so wet. I’m going to cum for you.” Megan said softly.
As she rubbed and stroked, my cum began to slowly ooze out of her cunt and ran onto the table.
“Do you feel my cum seeping out of your tight little pussy?” I asked her. “I can feel it. Can you see it?” She asked.
“Yes, I can.” I replied. “You have a beautiful pussy, Megan. I love the dark hair, the neat trim. Love it.”
Megan reached out the hand that was rubbing her little love nub and scooped up the cum that had pooled up on the table. She coated her labia and clitoris with my thick, milky semen and then resumed rubbing her clit with one hand. The other hand moved from her labia down to her vagina, into which she inserted two slender fingers.
“Oh god Daddy, I’m going to cum. Watch me, watch me cum for you.” She said.
I sat and watched as the first wave of Megan’s orgasm hit.
“Oh god, oh yeah!” she exclaimed loudly as her eyes rolled back and up. Her hands were moving rapidly, finger fucking herself while stroking her clit.
“Cum for me, baby.” I said to her.
“Oh Daddy, I’m cumming so hard!” she wailed.
She bucked and flopped, struggling to brace herself while perched on the dining room table. Moans and groans of pleasure ushered from deep within her. I’d never watched a woman cum so intensely. Her orgasm was so strong that tears flowed from her eyes.
A minute went by and, when she came to, I embraced her and kissed her passionately. She responded in kind.
“I love you Daddy. I’m a whore but only for you.” She whispered softly in my ear.
“I know baby. I love you, too. I need to be the only man for you. The only man you give yourself to.” I replied. “Come on, let’s go shower.”
“I can’t walk . . . my legs are too wobbly.” Megan said with a smile. “I swear.”
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bathroom where we both prepared for a shower. In those few seconds from our embrace to the bathroom, I knew in my mind that I had made my decision. I could not tolerate the thought of Megan with any other man. I had to have her tight, young perfect body — and her willingness to be my whore — all to myself. The decision made, the hard part was next: terminating the marriage with Eve and figuring out how I was going to treat, in public, my relationship with Megan.
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