Mark slammed the door behind him and shoved me against the wall the second we were inside his apartment. "Strip, bitch," he growled, his voice low and rough like gravel under boots. I was twenty-four, he was pushing fifty, thick arms, gray stubble, and a gut that said he didn't give a fuck what anyone thought. My hands shook as I yanked my shirt off, then my jeans. My cock was already hard and leaking just from the way he looked at me.
"On your knees. Now." I dropped fast, knees hitting the cheap carpet. He stood over me, unzipped, and hauled out his cock. Thick, veined, heavy, already half-hard and bigger than anything I'd taken before. "That's daddy cock, boy. Open up and worship it like the bitch you are."
I leaned in and licked the head, tasting salt and skin. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed forward, sliding past my lips until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged but he didn't pull back. "Suck it proper. Use your tongue. That's it, take daddy's cock like you were born for it." Spit ran down my chin as he started thrusting, short and deliberate, fucking my face while I tried to breathe through my nose.
He pulled out after a minute, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his shaft. "Bedroom. On all fours. Ass up." I crawled there on hands and knees like he wanted. The bed was unmade, sheets smelling like him. I got into position, face down, ass high, legs spread. He came up behind me, spit on my hole, and rubbed his cockhead against it.
"Beg for it," he said, voice flat. "Tell daddy what you want."
"Fuck me," I rasped. "Shove that daddy cock in me. Make me your bitch."
He pushed in slow at first, stretching me wide. The burn was sharp, then it melted into heat as he sank deeper. Once he was balls-deep he paused, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Tight little bitch hole. Gonna wreck it." Then he started pounding, long strokes that slapped his hips against my ass. Every thrust knocked a grunt out of me. He reached under and grabbed my cock, stroking it rough in time with his fucking.
"Look at you, leaking all over the sheets. You love daddy cock, don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned. "Harder. Use me."
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out, folded my legs up to my chest, and drove in even deeper. His face was right above mine now, eyes locked on mine while he railed me. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. "Say it. Say you're daddy's bitch."
"I'm your bitch," I gasped. "Your cock bitch. Fuck me harder."
He did. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall. He spat in my open mouth and I swallowed it without thinking. His thrusts got shorter, meaner, until he buried himself to the root and came with a low groan, flooding my guts with hot pulses. I came untouched right after, shooting across my own stomach while he stayed inside me, grinding through the aftershocks.
He pulled out slow, watching his load leak from my hole. "Clean it," he ordered, pushing his softening cock toward my mouth. I licked him clean, tasting cum and lube and my own ass. He watched with a satisfied smirk.
"Shower. Then we're doing it again. You ain't leaving till that hole's sloppy and you're walking funny."
I followed him on shaky legs, already hard again at the thought. The water hit us hot and he bent me over the tub edge, sliding back into my used hole without warning. This time it was slower, meaner, his hand around my throat while he whispered filthy shit in my ear about what a cock-hungry bitch I was and how many loads he was going to put in me before morning. I came again with his fingers in my mouth, choking on them while he filled me a second time.
By the time the sun came up I was wrecked, sore, and smiling like an idiot. He tossed me my clothes and slapped my ass on the way out. "Come back next weekend, bitch. Daddy's cock ain't done with you yet."
I walked to the subway with his cum still leaking down my thigh, already counting the days.
