The Masked Escort

She takes deep breaths, her panties so wet it makes her thighs stick together as she follows him to the couch. She sits a good distance away from him, not wanting to seem desperate but oh, she's so desperate. Her nipples hard and perky unable to be contained by her bra, her core pulsing around nothing, and her heart in her throat.

Drystan turns to her, placing his wine glass on the table as he sits back. He doesn't say anything, only watches her as she tries not to do anything stupid like spreading her legs or touching herself in front of him. 

She squirms after a beat, leaning forward on her hands as her core presses against the couch, the friction making her gasp. "Such a bad girl," he turns, shaking his head and Skyler moans sadly, crawling forward. She wants to climb his lap, rock down on his length and kiss him but he stops her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, onyx eyes intense as he grabs her chin. "Can you be good for me, baby girl?" 

"Yes," she nods eagerly, on her hands and knees beside him. 

"Yes, what?" He asks, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, pressing in to meet her tongue. "What do you call me?" He asks and her mind short-circuits, cross eyed as she sucks on his thumb.

"Sir?" She asks, unsure. But inside she knows that's not what he wants to hear, not what she wants to call him.

"Mm, try again, baby girl," he chuckles, pressing down on her tongue and her eyes roll backwards, loving how small she feels under his touch, his gaze.

"Yes, daddy," and he's smiling, canines glinting as he pulls her in.

"Good little girl," She moans against his lips, body thrumming like a live wire as she tries to hold back rubbing against the couch or touching herself as he holds her steady. 

"I'm going to make you feel so good, pretty baby. But first I want you to understand some things," he says softly, promises of pleasure clouding his eyes. She nods, trying to concentrate even though her brain keeps slipping, the phenomenon nothing like she's ever experienced before.

"I want you to tell me when it's too much. If you think you're overwhelmed or want to stop at anytime, you can say RED or any word of your choosing and we'll stop right away," it's probably the most words he's said at once to her and she knows he means business by the serious tone of his voice.

"Okay… daddy," 

"Good girl. So red?" He asks, face gentle.

She shakes her head "Sky," she says instead, using her real nickname so she won't forget.

"Okay, sky it is then," he agrees, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. After a short discussion of her soft and hard limits and whether she's done something like this before, which she hasn't and he promises to take it slow, he sits back, the authority returning to his posture.

"Take off your panties," be commands, his gaze lazy as she stands up to take them off. Slipping them off her legs and stepping out of them, "good girl. Come here," he pats his lap, his bulge evident through his pants and Skyler lets herself feel the satisfaction of this affecting him as much as her.

She straddles his lap, her form delicate against his large, muscular one as he pulls her flush against him so she's sitting on his crotch, her weeping core dripping onto the rough fabric of his black sweats. She moans when he grabs her ass, palms squeezing the malleable flesh, "Open your mouth, let daddy see your tongue," she drips like a broken tap, nails digging into his tattooed shoulders as she gasps.

Humiliation burns under her skin as she opens her mouth, rolling her tongue out and for a beat, Drystan does nothing. His stare intense as it traces the pink expense of her tongue until it's wet, dripping with her saliva. 

Only then does he growl lowly in his chest before kissing her hard as he holds the back of her neck to suck on her tongue. She whines pathetically, too turned on to keep up with him. He kisses like he wants to devour her, his hold possessive and his mouth hungry. His tongue finds its way into her throat each time, making her gage and salivate until she's drooling all over her self. Her saliva runs down her neck to the front of her t-shirt as he grabs her boob through the fabric, pinching her nipple harshly. 

She can't help but rock against his length, the harsh rub against his jeans making her eyes roll to the back of her head as she sucks on his tongue. "Mm, aren't you a delicious lil doll? Wanna eat you all up," he groans in her mouth, fingers slipping to touch her weeping core and she lurches in his lap, longing for him to slip inside. "Not so fast, baby girl. You can't have my cock tonight," that manages to bring back some of her sanity.

"No, daddy, want it," she cries, tears slipping past her eyes and he coos, wiping them away though his other hand doesn't stop as he rubs her entrance, making her gasp. 

"Shush, be a good girl. Let's take it slow okay? Daddy will give you what you want eventually," he soothes, hand squeezing her throat gently before pulling her in for a rough kiss, his teeth sinking in her chin afterwards, "Let daddy taste you tonight," he bites her earlobe, pinching her clit as he turns to push her against the couch. 

She spreads her legs instantly, her fingers moving down to spread the chubby expense of her soft hairless core, folds parting to reveal her clit and hole. "Fuck," he hears him mutter before he finally moves between her legs, looking at her core in fascination as he spreads her legs wider. "Such a pretty cunt," he praises, his thumbs spreading her hole wider, watching her juices drip and collect on the brown leather of the couch. 

Her hole pulses in need, squeezing around nothing and he finally seems to take mercy, his mouth descending on her as he licks her in one big strip from bottom to the top. She jerks in sensitivity, body lurching to move away from the maddeningly good sensation but he only holds her tighter, his thick arm wrapping around her thigh to keep her in place, fingers coming to spread her folds and reveal her clit as he starts to suck on the flesh, slurping it like a man hungry. 

His fingers dive inside her, hooking against her front walls and he's not gentle, not in the least in the way he starts to finger her, his mouth attached to her clit as he pumps his fingers hard and fast. She quivers under the rough handling, her walls tightening to strangle his fingers inside as bites her clit. She throws her head back, stars shining behind her eyelids. The sounds of his eager lapping, wet kissing and sucking reaches her ears, accompanied by the smell of sex that penetrates the air and she loses her mind even more, her sanity slipping.

"Daddy," she cries, grasping his hair to push him deeper inside, want him to fuck the insanity out of her as she shakes. "Please, please, please," a cruel laugh vibrates against her clit, onyx eyes getting hers as he hooks his fingers against her front walls and press. 

The reaction is instantly, her toes curl and her spine arches, body falling over the precipice. But then he's pumping his fingers like a piston into her while he rubs her clit hard and fast and she squeezed up, the hair on the back of her neck standing. Her body feels like a live wire, tense and high-strung until the pressure releases and she's coming. 

Coming like never before.

She watches wide eyed as liquid gushes out of her in a long squirt, hitting his perfect face and bathing his neck, his eyes blow wide in surprise before either morphs into adoration, his desire evident. And he doesn't stop, his fingers pruning inside her as he makes her squirt over and over again until she's twitching in oversensitivity and wrung dry.

"Good little girl," is what she hears before she passes out.

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