Play Day for Sara

At that point I fell into a chasm of sorts where one loses a sense of time and memory gets blurred.
He pounded and pounded. I pressed my sphincter on his dick to get a super tight grip. Before we
had started I asked him to video me being fucked by him. Watching it later, the room was too
dark to see much of anything, but the audio it produced was one of unrestrained off the leash
passion. I was crying, I was moaning, I was begging, occasionally screaming even….I remember
thinking I couldn’t last any longer and simultaneously hoping it never ended, riding a razor sharp
wire that separated pleasure from pain.
Finally, he exited and quickly flipped me over. His condom was gone and his dick was in my face.
He was jacking that magnificent organ to climax. I obediently laid back and opened my mouth
wide. It wasn’t long before he started coming…and coming…and coming. It was on my chest, all
over my neck, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my hair. As his pace slowed, I lovingly took his dick in
my mouth and sucked out the very last drop of his cum while he writhed in pleasure. When I was
done, I looked up, and though all the cum, I smiled.
I don’t know where the words came from, and I still don’t think I fully know what they meant,
but they were out of my mouth before I knew I’d said them.
“I love you, daddy.”
After Derrick left, I realized I only had another hour or so before I had to close up shop. There
were more men than I could ever see or answer begging for a shot. I wrote five of them back and
told them the same thing…that I’d just been ridden hard and hung up wet, and I wasn’t cleaning
up for them. If they wanted to come over, I said, be prepared to find a whore that looks and
smells like a whore.
I wanted to finish the day like that. No more perfume and primping. I wanted the smell of cock
and cum all over me. I wanted the taste of cum in my mouth. I wanted that squishy just fucked
ass. And indeed, when I stood up to walk across the room, I felt fucked like I hadn’t felt all day.