A meme
Rules!
1) Leave me a character/pairing/moresome and a prompt/kink, as general or specific as you like.
2) I will write at least 100 words of steamy, contextless something.
3) I reserve the right to say a) I can't write this, b) porn fail but here's something, c) too busy, or d) Sorry, no more writing today.
4) You can fill prompts, too, if you feel ( Read more... )
1) Leave me a character/pairing/moresome and a prompt/kink, as general or specific as you like.
2) I will write at least 100 words of steamy, contextless something.
3) I reserve the right to say a) I can't write this, b) porn fail but here's something, c) too busy, or d) Sorry, no more writing today.
4) You can fill prompts, too, if you feel ( Read more... )
"Daddy told me to tell him when I've been bad." Cushing bit on his big, pouty lip as his fingers tugged on the hem of his shirt.
"Yea, and what did you do, B?" Dallas smirked, this was always his favorite part.
"Let other men stick their dicks in my mouth, daddy." Brian ran his tongue over his lips, emphasizing their thickness.
"What did daddy tell you if you did that again?" Dallas managed to keep his voice parental stern, even as his dick jumped at the thought of it.
"Spank me, very hard."
"Thats right, get over here." Dallas pointed to his lap, not that Brian needed the directions.
The muscular escort climbed on to his lap, stretching himself over it like a house cat. The older man didn't wait to tug those flimsy shorts down to expose those smooth, bubbled glutes. Dallas ran a rough hand along the cheek, just to feel it, just to enjoy some perfectly crafted art. He would enjoy seeing an ass like this on the field, it might be distracting though...he should get Brian into a pair of football pants next time.
Clark slapped his hand down with much of a warning, getting a soft whimper of pain out of younger man. He followed it with another, and then another, building up speed and force as he went. He could feel his dick rubbing up against Brian's stomach, pre spurting with every few slaps. Cushing grunted louder as his thick ass turned red from the constant attack, and Dallas didn't relent. He wouldn't, not until, he got what he wanted; the surrender.
"You sorry for disobeying, Daddy?" Dallas finally asked, his hand now slowly massaging the burning, athletic rump.
"Yes Daddy." Cushing spoke in a surprisingly soft voice for his size.
"You want to make Daddy happy again?" Clark worked the ass cheeks over, relieving the burning sensation.
"Yes Daddy." Brian now moaned, wiggling his ass into the moving hands.
"Going to let Daddy fuck you?" Dallas gave the plump, muscle cheek a squeeze at the word fuck.
"Yes Daddy."
"Good, get to my bed." Dallas gave that ass another slap, before letting Cushing get up.
Clark watched as the escort got up from the couch and made his way to his bed room, his pink ass jiggling lightly with his walk. Yea, he definitely got off on the power of it all. He had a linebacker sized sex toy to play with, all the moves were what he chose. Dallas smirked, it was good to be the Daddy.
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Glad you liked it, always the best part.
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