"Daddy!"
"Stop calling me that!"
"No! Daddy!" I yelled.
"I'm gonna punish you." He yelled. My bestfriend not wanting to be called by the name of daddy.
"How?" I yelled.
"I-I'll punch you!" He said. I knew he won't do it. He loves me, as a friend.
"You'll punch a girl?" I asked. He hesitantly nodded.
"I have a better idea." I said. It's been awhile since we've had sex. And I want it.
"What?" He asked intruiged.
"Fist me, daddy (get it? All you dirty Jacob Satarious fans)." I said grabbing him by the shirt and laid on my back on the couch. He reached up my skirt quickly and pulled my panties down. Before I could say, 1 2 3 he entered me. My walls tightened around his fist. We lived by ourselves in a quiet neighborhood with old people. We're gonna get a noise complaint today. I moaned as he went fast in and out of me. I took his face in my hand as as we never broke eye contact. I bit my lip and took his lips in mine. I tilted my head and overlapped my lips with his. My panting quickened, as my orgasm came. Never once have I felt so much pleasure.
"M-Max. I'm gonna, come." I said panting. He nodded and kept going. Hthen one I reached my climax he left with emptiness on the verge. But as I zoned out, he was taking off his pants. He entered me which made a surprise moan come out of my mouth. He pumped in and out of me slowly and I felt my orgasm climax again. I warned him.
"M-me too." I felt pleasure and pain go through me. But before I could. I woke up. I was in bed in full clothing. I looked towards the door, as it opened.
"I heard you crying my name. Are you ok?" He asked concerned.
"Fist me daddy."
