“So, what part of town are you,” was all I could get out of my mouth, because as I turned around, he was facing me, and put his finger gently on my lips, telling me not to speak. He pulled me into him, and wrapped his arms around my body, squeezing me tightly. I reciprocated, and wrapped my trembling arms around him, running my hands up and down his muscular back under his shirt.
We hugged tightly in complete silence other than the excited deep breaths we were both taking for at least 2 or 3 minutes. We could feel each other breathing heavy, like animals. My hands were exploring his back, and his hands were exploring my ass through my shiny, shimmering new dress. He was about 6” taller than me, and I could feel his hard cock bulging through his jeans against my belly. He pulled my dress up so he could cup my ass cheeks with his large hands, and as he pulled them apart and let his fingers wander towards my pussy, he felt the end of the plug.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, finally breaking the silence, and he smiled at me then began kissing me deeply. I was gobbling up his tongue as he was moving it methodically in and out of my mouth as our lips were locked. Our lips were so busy that we were both breathing through our noses. He began gently pulling my pussy plug out, then back in, never letting it fully exit. I could feel every single one of my bodily senses tingling madly as he did so.
We stood just inside my doorway like this for about 10 minutes, furiously making out, squeezing each other, while he played with my pussy. I took one hand off of his back and brought it to his crotch. His zipper was down, and he was wearing no underwear, so I gently finagled his cock through the zipper hole until it was free and at full mast. It’s in the sissy DNA to immediately start sucking a hard cock, so I knelt down and put the throbbing head of his cock into my mouth.
He moaned loudly as I did, and brought one of his hands away from my ass and put it on the back of my head, forcing me all the way down his shaft and making me audibly gag as he did so. With that he immediately pulled me back up to kiss him and began whispering in my ear.
“Don’t do that, you’re too hot and too good at it, and I want to last,” he said. “Let’s head to your room, sweet bitch.”
“Yes daddy,” I replied, and we kissed deeply for another minute or so.
I pointed to where my room was, and told him to get comfortable while I made another drink and put on some music. I offered him a drink, but he refused and asked for a glass of water. He then asked if I happened to have any weed, so I walked him to my room, grabbed my little pipe, and stuffed it with a fresh bowl. I handed him the pipe and lighter as I kissed him deeply and walked him backwards until his legs ran into my bed, then gently pushed him backwards until he fell back on it, and I fell onto him.
I quickly got up after kissing some more and went to turn on the music and make a drink. My entire body was tingling like crazy. My chest was heaving in excitement, as I hurriedly made another drink, made Daddy a glass of water, then scurried to the stereo to turn “Blackout” on and up. As soon as she says, “It’s Britney, bitch,” and those first synth notes of “Gimme More” started permeating from the speakers, I turned and walked confidently back to my room.
End of Part 2 ~
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