Friends with Benefits

A butch bottom imagines the first time with their new friend with benefits, a she/her butch dyke Daddy. 

CW: Daddy kink, spanking, strap blowjobs, fingering, strap-ons, edging, mirror sex, oral sex

I nervously black Shane’s boots for her at the butch party. Fingers trembling in the cool night air, voice tight with tension and desire. She’s hot. She’s so hot. She’s dyke spreading with her thick, strong thighs in front of my face, and I have to crane my neck to smile and blush up at her.

By the time the boots are clean and conditioned and there’s a handsome grin on her face and she’s tipping me and thanking me for a good job, I don’t remember a damn word I said to her. She’s wearing a hunter green leather tag, a detail that I regrettably miss, but she tells me about later. I happen to be flagging hunter green too, with a hanky in my back right pocket. A detail that she definitely remembers later. 

Months go by and we text about how our holidays were, and I ask about Shane’s upcoming plans when she’s back in the city. I pray that she’s free for the older lesbian dance party on Saturday, but when she’s not, I ask if she’ll save me a dance at the next one. 

When Shane answers, “I’d love nothing more, kid,” I feel the word kid in my gut, my heartbeat, my throat, my cunt. 

If ever there was an opportunity to hit on her, this is it. I take it. When I learn that she likes being called Daddy, I feel a hot flush break out over my body. Fuck yes. 

We flirt briefly before she regrettably has to go to bed early. I go to bed early, too, thinking of the dirty things I am about to text Shane when she gets back from her drive the next day. I rub my clit over my boyshorts with my favorite vibe until I come holding my breath, a silent scream. 

The next evening, I tell her how I came for her twice, imagining sucking and riding her cock. We sext all week and I come every night while she texts me about jerking off for me. 

I ache for the day we get together in person for the first time. I imagine what it would be like. Something like this… 

I show up at Shane’s place in January February (March) and she opens the door with a knowing, smug smirk on her face. Knowing my every fantasy, knowing exactly what she’s about to do to me, knowing how badly I want it and how many times I’ve fucked myself imagining her. Our sexting got me so worked up that I’ve lost count of the orgasms I’ve given myself over Shane. I blush, remembering the most recent one (okay, two), and she definitely notices. Her smirk grows wide and she bites her lip, eyes roaming over me with hunger.

“Hi, handsome,” she says. 

The butterflies in my stomach tickle. 

“Hey yourself, hottie.” 

She steps back and motions for me to enter her apartment, her smirk transformed to a friendly but no less lustful grin. 

I step inside and drop my bag of toys on the floor next to the kitchen island. She closes the door, lock clicking. We turn to each other. 

“So,” I say, looking her up and down. 

“So.” She steps toward me and I step closer too, tugging her by the belt loop. She practically growls, hands squeezing my hips, walking me back towards the edge of the kitchen island. 

Our mouths meet in the hot kiss I’ve been waiting months for. Soft and gentle at first, exploring each other, humming pleased sighs into each other’s mouths. Then she slowly grazes her tongue along my lips and I moan at the way the sensation tingles through my whole body. Her hands grip me harder and I feel heat in my face, my chest, my whole body warming to her touch. The edge of the counter digs into my back and I try to lift myself to sitting on it – failing, predictably – and Shane helps me, lifting me with ease. She chuckles at me, kissing me hard, and I wrap my legs around her. 

My hands sneak up the back of her shirt, scratching gently down the bare skin I find there. She reaches up the front of my shirt in kind, and I’m delighted for her to discover that I’m not wearing a binder, her strong hands softly squeezing my tits. She groans and breaks away from the kiss, forehead pressing against mine, hot breath on my mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she pants against my mouth. “Fuck, Avery.” Her hands are still on my chest, and I let out a small moan from the pleasure of her touch. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” 

“You’re so hot,” I mumble against her mouth, kissing her again. 

She picks me up, legs still wrapped around her, and carries me to the living room, throwing me down on the couch and climbing on top of me. It is deeply, incredibly, unspeakably hot to be carried by her with such ease. 

I wrap my legs around her again, our kiss resuming with heat and a hint of desperation. I can feel how wet I am already in my jeans, body thrumming with arousal. My fist is in her hair, gripped hard, and she groans into my mouth. I smile into the kiss and she pulls away to call me a naughty boy. 

“Spank me about it, then,” I challenge her, feeling bratty. 

“Oh, I will, prettyboy,” she replies, sitting up. “Take your clothes off for me, baby. And bend over my lap.”

I whimper from the command, hands over my face to hide my blush. “Fuck…” I whine, like this isn’t exactly what I just asked for. Exactly what I want. 

I push myself to sit up, flushed and pink, and look at Shane’s hungry smirk on her handsome face.

“Yes, Daddy,” I promise. I stand, kicking my shoes off, pulling my black t-shirt over my head to reveal my bare chest. 

“God,” she breathes, seeing my small tits and belly for the first time. I quickly reach for the button of my jeans and she says – “Wait.”

I pause and look at her curiously. 

“Take your time with it, prettyboy. Give me a show.” 

I swallow nervously, standing up straighter and slowing down, unbuttoning my jeans while she watches with lustful attention. I meet her eyes, unzipping my jeans, beginning to pull them down my thighs before turning around, slowly slipping them down my ass, revealing the jockstrap I’m wearing instead of my boyshorts. I shake my ass at her as I pull my jeans down my legs.

“I changed my mind,” she says. “Keep the jock on for now.” I nod. “Bend over Daddy’s lap.” She pats her thigh. 

Heat pulses through me when Shane calls herself Daddy. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I’m eager to agree. I bend over her thick thighs, wiggling my ass as I come to rest on them. Her strong hand comes to rest on my ass, giving it a squeeze, as her other hand holds me up with a grip on my neck. 

“Filthy toy,” she admonishes. “Shaking your ass at me for the past few months.” 

“Mmm,” I whine. 

“Well, do you agree?” she pushes, playing with my ass cheeks. “Do you think you’re a filthy toy who deserves to get spanked?” 

“Yesss, Daddy.” 

“Then take it like a good toy,” she growls, her only warning before the smack surprises me and I cry out. Before I can count for her, or even curse from the shock, Shane slaps my other ass cheek with equal force. 

She rains down smacks, varying in pain and pressure and speed, taking pauses to grope me. I gasp and moan, “Oh, fuck” and “God, Daddy” and “Please!”. 

This one gets her to pause.

“Please what, boytoy?” 

“Please, um… Please, Daddy, more?” I ask in a small voice. 

She growls in my ear, pleased: “Filthy little painslut.” 

A smack echoes in my ears. Another. More, more, more. Until I can’t take it anymore. Until I’m gasping, “Too much!” and she stops immediately, groping and stroking my sore, pink ass cheeks. 

“Good boy,” she purrs. “Taking it like a good toy.” 

“Thank you, Daddy…” 

“Good manners, too. Good boys get rewards,” she says as her finger rubs me through the fabric of my jock. 

I whine, eager and wet for her. 

“Please, Daddy…” 

“Please what, prettyboy?” 

“God,” I gasp at the head rush of being called a prettyboy. “Please finger me. Please feel how wet you made me.” 

“Oh, convincing argument, handsome. I guess I can indulge a cute little slut in my lap.” 

She rubs me until the scrap of fabric on the jock is soaked, and then she pulls it aside and slides a thick finger up the seam of my dripping cunt. A strangled noise escapes my throat. 

“Ohhhh,” she sighs. “Prettyboy. So fucking wet for me. So fucking filthy. So eager to get used. Stand up.” 

Distracted from the pleasure, I take a second to obey.

She tells me, “Take it off.” 

I do, pulling the straps of the jock down my thighs and discarding it on the floor. I take a moment to look at her: thick thighs spread on the couch, soft strong torso and arms, shaggy mullet haircut with shaved sides, handsome fucking smirk on her handsome fucking face. 

“Good boy,” she praises me, voice deep. She pats her lap and I need no more invitation; I straddle her, naked, and reach for her face to kiss off that goddamn smirk. She responds enthusiastically, hands exploring my soft skin as our mouths meet in heat and lust. When both her hands grope my ass, I moan and grind into her lap, feeling a distinct bulge where she must be hardpacking. 

“God,” I whimper. I reach down between us, rubbing the bulge with my hand. “Are you hard for me, Daddy?” 

“Fuck,” she groans, kissing me again. I bring my hands up to her hair, so goddamn grabbable, easy to tug. Her hands trail up my hot thighs, squeezing and brushing the sensitive skin there. 

“Daddy,” I moan. Beg. 

“Yes, prettyboy?” 

“Daddypleasefingerme,” I beg. “Daddy, please,” I repeat, slower. “Daddy, please I need it. I need your fingers. I need to be touched. I need to be fucked.” She growls, grip tightening on my thighs, like she’s holding herself back. I feel myself getting desperate. “Please, Daddy!” 

My clit brushes against the denim of her jeans and I gasp.

“Ohh,” she says. “That’s it.” 

Her grip shifts to my hips and she makes me rub against her bulge. 

“Oh, Daddy, please, fuck!” 

“Grind on my bulge, prettyboy. Make a mess of my jeans. Earn my fingers.” 

“Ohhhh, Daddy…” I say, trembling as I grind myself into her. “Oh Daddy. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. How are you so hot? Fuck.”

“Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere with Daddy, prettyboy… Tell me more.” 

“God, fuck. You’re so fucking sexy that I can’t get you out of my mind.” My voice breaks off into gasps and moans but I string the sentences together. “Can’t – uh – stop thinking about you – fucking me. Need it – so badly.” 

“Aww, you need it? Poor prettyboy fucktoy… So desperate for Daddy.” 

“Yeahhh,” I whine, grinding faster, gasping, making a mess of her jeans like she told me to. “Daddy! Please! Fuck. I’m so wet. You made me so wet. Don’t you want to feel how wet you made me? Feel – what a – filthy, desperate slut I am for you?” 

She snarls at me, a bruising grip on my hips, making me grind harder and moan louder and get more desperate, more needy. 

“Yeah, loverboy, I do, and I want to hear you keep making those filthy, slutty noises when I touch your aching cunt.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I promise, I will. I’ll be so good for you,” I frantically agree. My grinding is getting harder and more aggressive now, the wet spot on Shane’s jeans growing as I throw my head back and moan, thighs sore, ass sore. 

She reaches in between us and I feel a thick finger slide up my dripping cunt and come to meet my stiff clit in a small circle. She repeats that motion a handful of times as I gasp and shake under her touch, lifting my hips so she can reach every inch of me. 

“Ohhh, Daddy…” 

My eyelids droop and I feel drunk on pleasure. 

“Look at me,” she orders in a firm voice.

Arousal strikes through me like a lightning bolt. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp, struggling to open my eyes and look into hers: blue with pupils blown wide. She rubs my clit in firm circles as my mouth drops open in pleasure and sounds of pathetic and desperate lust. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy…” 

“Filthy mouth,” she admonishes. “Feels like it ought to be put to good use.” 

She slips a finger to my lips and I open wide for her, eager to suck and whimper and drool for her. 

“Good boy. Good fuckin’ boy. So eager for me. So wet and pliant and eager to get used.” Her finger strokes at my wet cunt and back up to my clit, dipping deeper and deeper each time until she reaches a full stroke inside my waiting, desperate pussy. I flutter and clench on her finger and cry out, grip on her hair tightening. I see her wince a little and grin at me. 

She slips a second finger inside both of my wet holes, fucking me open for her, stretching my mouth and my pussy out. I moan deeply around her fingers, feeling so filthy and used and filled. I taste the salt of Shane’s skin and feel drool dribbling out of my bottom lip. 

She laughs in a hot, mean way. “Aww, loverboy drooling for me? So fucking desperate for it, huh? So eager? Filthy, dirty little prettyboy.”

I nod and moan affirmatively around her fingers, feeling tight and tense with desire. 

“Fuck, I love how your cunt clenches around me when I call you a prettyboy, you handsome thing. Sweet little butch slut. Daddy’s boy. God, kid, I can feel it every time I call you something dirty. Filthy fucking toy.” A strangled moan is muffled by Shane’s fingers in my mouth. “What’s the matter, huh?” she teases. “Have something to say?”

She pulls her fingers out of my mouth and lets the drool spill out onto my chin. 

“Fuck,” I pant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so good, Daddy. You feel soooo good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck. God, I want your cock. Please. Please, Daddy. Let me ride your butch cock. I’ll put on such a good slutshow for you, Daddy.” 

“Mmm, tempting offer, prettyboy…” she says, contemplating. “But no. I haven’t seen you on your knees yet sucking me off. And I want that sight burned into my memory for when I jerk off about you later.” 

That makes me tighten around Shane’s fingers with a vice grip. 

“Oh, you like that, slutty boy? You want to be a good cocksucker for Daddy?” 

“Yes! Daddy… Please?” 

“Aww, begging to suck my cock. What a filthy little fucktoy. Good boy. You may.” 

She regrettably withdraws her fingers from my soaked cunt and I groan. I watch, captivated, as she brings her fingers to her own mouth and licks them clean hungrily. 

“Fuck…” she groans. “You taste so fucking good, prettyboy. I can’t wait to eat your pussy.” 

I clench on emptiness at this promise and groan “Thank you, Daddy” as I get to my knees for her. 

The angle – thick thighs spread apart, being forced to look up at her – is so reminiscent of bootblacking Shane earlier this year that I have to catch my breath. 

I eye her bulge and reach for her belt and begin unbuckling it. Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. The silence between us burns with anticipation. 

Shane reaches into her jeans and pulls free the strap she’s been hard packing with, a medium-sized lime green dildo with a pronounced head. 

“You want to suck this butch cock, baby?” she asks. 

“God yes,” I answer instantly, feeling myself salivate at the sight of her, above me, hard for me, hands framing her dyke dick. 

“Good boy. Give Daddy a show,” she encourages. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

I lick my lips, my hands trailing up her thighs and reaching her fingertips. She squeezes my hands and reaches for my hair with one hand, tipping my chin up to look at her with the other. Her thumb reaches for my lips and I open, letting her slip into my mouth. I suck, biting gently. She replaces her thumb with her pointer and she spreads my drool across my chin, making a mess of my face before I’ve even sucked her cock. 

Shane tugs gently on my hair and we stare at each other in lust, our gazes hot with desire. Not breaking eye contact, I lean toward her cock, gently licking at the tip while she grits her teeth and snarls. 

I look up as my tongue slows and flattens, licking the head of the dick. My flushed, pink lips wrap around the head and I hum. 

“Filthy fucking boy,” she groans. 

I hum louder, beginning to take as much of her butch cock as I can fit in my mouth. I pause and alternate between bobbing my head up and down and concentrating my attention on the tip. Her hand is still in my hair, keeping my attention on her gaze.

“Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” 

I make a noise in the back of my throat and watch her tip her head back. 

“Mmm, prettyboy. You dirty little cocksucker. Whimpering on my cock. Fuck.” 

I let the dick slip from my mouth to say, “Thank you, Daddy” in a hoarse voice. I quickly resume my dirty cocksucking, moaning out of the pure pleasure of having my mouth filled and used. 

“Fuck!” she snarls. “You filthy little faggot.” 

I feel that one in my aching cunt. I suck her cock with more enthusiasm, my hands gripping her thighs and my thumbs digging into the sensitive flesh there, beneath her jeans. 

She groans at me, her hand tightening in my hair. I pull off her dick and gasp, “Daddyyyy.” 

“C’mere,” she says between gritted teeth. She tugs me upward toward her mouth. I wince at the pain in my scalp, but she lets go of my hair and grips the back of my neck, her other hand traveling to my hip and encouraging me back to her lap.

I straddle Shane, naked, my butch pussy soft and wet and eager. Her butch cock sits hard between us, wet from my spit. 

She kisses me, fast and eager, tongue teasing, gentle bites catching my lips and letting go, hands roaming my body and enjoying every inch of my soft skin. The size difference of our bodies makes me dizzy with need; she’s taller, bigger, and stronger than me, her hands larger than mine, on my body, making me feel hot with desire. 

Her warm mouth is on mine and I’m whimpering into the kiss, scooting my hips forward so that I can grind my wet cunt on the shaft of her strap. She grips my hips hard and growls, “You desperate little slut. You need it that bad, huh? Can’t fucking help yourself, can you? God, I’m going to fuck you right, prettyboy.”

“God, Daddy! Fuck!” I moan. “Please – fuck – where’s the lube?” I whine. I remember my duffel bag, by the kitchen island. “I brought some, over there –” I say, pointing. 

“Well, handsome? Are you gonna go get it, or what?” she says with a smirk, sitting back and crossing her arms, waiting to smugly watch me wobble over naked to the bag. 

I make a frustrated noise and take a deep breath, standing up on shaky legs, my thighs sore from kneeling and electrified by the arousal thrumming through my body. I walk slowly, aware of her gaze on my ass, and bend over, feeling my wet cunt exposed as I do so, throbbing and feeling hot. I pick up the duffel and walk back, seeing Shane with her cock in her hand and eyelids heavy. I stop in my tracks for a short moment and curse, but pick back up my pace and stride to the couch. I drop the bag next to Shane and grab the lube and a towel. I climb back into her lap and curse again at the sight of her, fully dressed and hard cock waiting for me.

“Jesus Christ, Daddy, can I please, please ride your butch cock?” 

“Mmmm,” she says, pretending to consider it. Then she grins at me and says, “Yeah, kid. You can ride my cock. Give me a good show and maybe I’ll even let you come on it.” 

“God yes, thank you, Daddy.” 

“Good boy.” 

I lube up her cock, giving her a handjob for a few seconds and staring into her deep blue eyes. 

“You want this cock, prettyboy?” she asks.

“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck. I really do.”

I wipe the lube off my hand with the towel and take the cock back in my hand, kissing Shane, and rubbing the tip against my swollen clit, whining into her mouth. My need aches between my legs but I tease myself a little bit more, sliding the tip of the cock up and down my wet slit. 

“You want this butch pussy, Daddy?”

Her grip tightens on my hips and I gasp. 

“Fuck yes, boytoy. Give it to me. Take it.” 

I sink onto Daddy’s cock at that invitation, gripping her shoulders while my hips work the tip of the cock in and out of me slowly, going a little deeper each time. I moan with every stroke, so desperate, so eager, so fucking slutty for her. When I hit the hilt and I’m so full of her that I can barely stand it, I gasp and shudder and lean into her shoulder. 

“Fuck, Daddy…” 

“Do you fucking like that, boytoy?” she growls in my ear. 

I make a pathetic noise, not a reply, just an answer of pleasure. 

“I said,” she repeats. “Do you like my cock in you, sweet boy?” 

I make out a strangled, “Yes!” from my dry, parched throat. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Godddd, Daddy…” 

The smirk on Daddy’s face is absolutely insufferable. The filthy, depraved look on her face as she watches me. Like I’m prey and she’s a wolf and she wants to eat me. Possessive and primal. 

I kiss her, inviting her to possess me, consume me. I move my hips under her touch at the same time, beginning to ride her slowly and take her butch cock like the good fucktoy I promised to be. 

I moan into the kiss, feeling the vibrations between our lips, my throat giving away my pleasure. When it feels so good, too good, I break the kiss, throw my head back, and yell my moans for the neighbors to hear.

“Daddy!” I call out. “Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good inside me. Jesus Christ. Fuck. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.” 

“God, you look so good right now,” Shane praises, hands moving from my hips to my chest to play with my small tits while I slowly ride her cock, moans growing in desperation. 

“You look so – good – right now,” I repeat in broken gasps. My hands remove their grip from her shoulders, playing with the thick chain on her neck, tugging her forward for a kiss. She groans into my mouth. My free hand tugs on the hair at the base of her neck. She smiles into the kiss and I nip at her lips, smiling too, until my grin transforms into an “Ohhhh.” 

“Look at you. You filthy dyke slut.”

I tighten around her cock instantly while a stuttered, twisted sound escapes my throat. 

“Fuck,” I say in a small, helpless voice. “Fuck, Daddy, yes I am, I’m a filthy dyke for you… Fuck you feel so good inside me. I love your cock. God.”

“Oh, am I your God, prettyboy? Or am I your Daddy?”

“Mmm, you’re my Daddy, Shane. Fuck. I’m Daddy’s – prettyboy – fucktoy – fuck!” I moan in between strokes of her butch cock. I kiss her, tongue eager and sloppy, teeth a little mean to her bottom lip before I let go and look her in the eyes, hips moving of their own accord, breath coming in fast pants. She’s flushed, mouth open, gaze raking up and down my naked body. 

“Fuck, you’ve never looked better, Avery.” 

I feel heat all throughout my body, spilling from my cheeks down my chest, sparking in my stomach and cunt. 

“Never felt better… Fuck. Daddy, your cock feels sooo good.”

Her hands are all over my body, gently scratching down my back and squeezing my ass, teasing my thighs, reaching up my sides to my tits, to my neck, to hold my face and pull me in for a slow, deep kiss. I slow my hips as well, grinding against her with my cunt full. I moan into her mouth. Her lips are soft and gentle and warm and eager and I’m whimpering like a desperate little slut for her. 

My clit aches for attention. I reach up to her hands on my face and gently tug one of them downward. Her hand follows mine and just when I think she’s going to give my clit the attention it needs, she pauses and breaks from the kiss, telling me in a hoarse voice, “Beg for it first.”

I tighten around her butch cock and gasp. “Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, please Daddy, please please please. My– my clit is throbbing and I’m so desperate for it, Daddy, so desperate for you, Daddy, please touch me, please touch my clit, please, I need it. I need it.”

Mean laughter. Teasing hands on my thighs. “Is that all? Filthy little slut for it…”

She obliges me with a thumb spreading my very apparent wetness up to my clit and rubbing circles around me, teasing my clit with painfully light strokes as I gasp and thank her. 

“Oh, you’re welcome, prettyboy… Just remember to pace yourself. You’re not coming ‘til I do.” 

I feel myself clench around her cock at this promise. 

“Fuck, Daddy. Yeah, I know. I’ll be such a good boy for you, Daddy.”

I buck on her cock, the strokes of her thumb making me jumpy. 

Manual stimulation alone is rarely enough for me to come, but the tease, oh God, the tease of it… Knowing it feels good, knowing it won’t be enough. Just the right amount of pleasure to keep me here forever – wet and pliant and fucked and whining and moaning for Daddy. 

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

“Fuck,” she snarls. “Filthy – fucking – boytoy –” She thrusts up into me with each word. I gasp at the pleasure, and then she grips my hips and stills me on her cock. 

I groan in desperation, trying to wiggle my hips. She swats my ass for that, saying sternly, “Stay still.”

The frustrated noise from the back of my throat sounds pitiful, even to me. 

“Now, I’m going to carry you to the bedroom with my cock in you, and we’re going to have a little fun, okay?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” is my eager reply. 

She loops the duffel in her arm and picks me up, walking me to the bedroom with our hips flush together. I moan as her steps forward alter the angle of her hips, gradually pressing Daddy’s dick further into me. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper into her shoulder. 

She sets me gently down on the bed, dropping the bag next to me, and fucks her cock into me a few times for good measure before inviting me to a vibrator.

“I want you struggling, prettyboy,” she says in a deep voice. “Don’t come.”

I rush to grab my favorite vibe and turn it on its lowest setting. I gently press it against my swollen clit and gasp.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

She fucks into me with a wild desperation, like she’s been holding back while watching me fuck myself on her cock and now she needs to show me how to get fucked right. Like she can’t help herself, like she’s waited too long and now she’s an animal with nothing but need and primal desire. 

I’m fucking screaming for her now. My moans are yells and my gasps are cries and I’m screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

She’s snarling, looking at me with eyes glazed over with lust, panting, muttering filthy things in my ear that just serve to bring me closer to the edge. 

“Prettyboy fucktoy… Just a set of warm, wet holes for Daddy to play with…  Such a good fucking boy. Such a good slut. So soft and wet and pliant and easy… Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it, you dirty fucking cockslut… God, you feel so good. Fuck. I’m getting close already. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You filthy little whore.”

“Fuck! Daddy! Please come inside me. Holy fuck. Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good little cumslut for you. Please use me and make me your cumslut, Daddy.” 

She snarls in my ear and fucks me harder, and I know I’m going to feel it the next day and get wet just remembering. 

“Use my slutty butch pussy, Daddy. Come inside me.”

“Fuck,” she growls. “Fuck, loverboy. I’m so fucking close. Fuck yes.”

“Mmm, Daddy, breed my slutty pussy and make me your cumslut.”

“Fuck yes, prettyboy.” Her voice is strained and husky. “Fuck. Oh God. Oh fuck. I’m coming for you. Fuck!” 

She groans in my ear, nipping at my shoulder and letting her orgasm tremble through her body. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, felt, heard. 

“Daddy…” I moan. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Shane. Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck. Thank you, Daddy.”

I’ve been so close myself, pulling the vibe off when I get too close and returning it to my aching clit when I can stand it again. 

But now. Daddy came inside me, which means it’s my turn. 

“Daddy, please… Please can I come for you too? I’ll be such a good boy for you. I’ll be such a fucking slut for you, I promise.” 

“Absolutely not,” she laughs. “Filthy little slut. You know you have to beg for it more than that. You have to earn it.” 

“Pleeeeeaaaasseee, Daddy, how can I do that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want.” 

“Anything?” she asks wickedly. “Now that’s a promise a mean Daddy can take advantage of.”

I swallow, not knowing what I’ve gotten myself into. 

“I think we should slow it down. Take it easy.” Her eyes dart to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to the bed. “Reflect.” 

She regrettably pulls her cock out of my soft, wet cunt and I groan at the loss of stimulation. She helps me sit up and settle in between her legs, so my back is pressed against her chest, and we’re facing the mirror. 

“Handsome boy,” she says, eyes dark in the mirror. “Your body is sooo sexy, sweet boy.” She punctuates this sentence with roaming hands, beginning to touch every inch of me.

Her warm, strong hands on my soft skin drives me wild. Shane touches my body, everywhere but my throbbing wet cunt that aches for her. I can’t help but watch her face in the mirror, the way she turns lustful, licking her lips and letting her eyelids grow heavy; the way her hands are gentle and patient and teasing. Pulling me flush against her chest, she keeps a hand around my neck and uses her free hand to spread apart my legs. 

“Prettyboy,” she murmurs in my ear in a dark, deep voice. “God, you look so good like this. Look at yourself. All spread wide and desperate to come but under my spell and willing to do anything I want. Such a needy little toy. Begging for your orgasm from Daddy.” 

“Please, Daddy –” I whimper.

“You said anything, and I’m going to take what I want.” 

I feel heat flush my face and body. 

“You want to come, prettyboy? Watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you and maybe I’ll think about letting you come on my cock. Don’t look away.” 

Her grip on my neck shifts to my chin, holding my face straight ahead so I can stare at myself as her free hand begins to play with my wet, spread slit. 

“Oh God,” I moan, and she grins behind me, biting my shoulder, holding my face firmly and ordering me: “Look at yourself. Look at how wet you are for me. How desperate for my touch.”

I buck from the sensations on my clit. 

“God, filthy slut,” she whispers hoarsely in my ear. “So wet you can probably take my fingers so easy…” she slips two fingers inside me, meeting no resistance, and I moan and try to tip my head back into Shane’s shoulder. 

“Ah ah ah,” she says. “Eye contact. Look at me in the mirror. Tell me how good it feels.” 

“Fuck,” I grit out. I obey, looking at her blue eyes staring back at me. “God, fuck, Daddy, it feels – so good – so good – so, fucking, good… God, your fingers… Fuck.” 

She laughs, mocking me fondly. “Is that all you’ve got, prettyboy? You really are all fucked out and cumbrained, aren’t you? Poor boytoy…” 

“Daddy…” I whine. “Yeah, I am, fuck – God I want your cock, Daddy, please, please can I come on your butch cock?” 

“So fucking greedy for it already,” she chides. “No, you can’t. But you can have another finger.”

I make a strangled noise when she fits a third finger inside me, my hands grasping at her thighs for purchase. “Fuck, Daddy!” 

I’m staring at myself in the mirror, face and chest flushed, legs spread wide with Daddy’s fingers in between them, pumping in and out of me, making me gasp and blush and moan and twitch. Her mouth is on my neck now, sucking gently at my pulse, and then her mouth is next to my ear, whispering filthy things to me, things beyond my imagination that make me flutter and pulse around her thick, strong fingers. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, prettyboy. Desperate little toy. So eager to get fucked.” 

“Yes, Daddy – yes, Daddy – yes, Daddy –” I pant. I dig my fingers into her thighs. 

“Let’s hear that pretty begging, boy. Let’s hear you beg me to come, like it’s all you’re good for.” 

I tighten around her fingers and the ‘please’s fall from my lips with ease. “Please, please, please, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll say anything you want to hear me say. Please, Daddy. Please can I come on your cock? Please fuck me with your butch cock, Daddy… Please let me come for you. I’ll be such a good slut for you. Moan so loudly. Scream for you. Scream ‘Daddy’ or your name or anything you want to hear. I’ll do anything, Daddy.” 

“Fuck, I love how needy and greedy you are. You’ll do anything, huh?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then take my cock in this dripping butch cunt of yours while you look yourself in the eye and tell me what a filthy, depraved slut you are.”

Daddy’s fingers are still in me, still able to feel my clenching around her as I gasp, “Fuck.” 

She grips my chin, licks my cheek, and then turns my head for a full, slow kiss with tongue. Pulling her fingers out of my cunt, she stuffs them in my mouth for me to clean up. I moan. 

“That’s a good boy.” 

She turns my head back to the mirror, lubing up her dick for me and inviting me to ride it, reverse cowgirl (boy?) style. I sink eagerly back onto her cock, feeling full and so, so used. My eyelids get heavy with pleasure and she orders me to open my eyes and look. 

“Tell me,” she growls. “How filthy and depraved you are.” 

“Fuuuck, Daddy. I am. I’m so, so filthy. Such a dirty little slut for you. All I want is this cock in me, fucking me open and using me.”

“Look at yourself. What do you see?” 

“I see…” I pause, feeling exposed. “I see my blushing skin and my mouth open… I see your cock in and out of me… I see your hands on me…”

“Mmm, you know what I see? I see a handsome butch boytoy with a beautiful body, who’s never looked better.” 

I blush at the compliment, glancing away from myself, too shy to keep looking. 

Her hand returns to my jaw, holding my face toward the mirror. “Look at yourself, prettyboy… You are so handsome and beautiful. Tell me.”

I glance toward her eyes in the mirror with a bit of helpless shock on my face. 

“Tell me how good you look, boy.” 

“I’m, uh…” I start to say. I sigh, taking a breath. 

“You wanna come, loverboy? Tell me.” 

“Yeah,” I whine. “Yeah, I’m, uh… I look so good, Daddy. So handsome. So fucking hot and used and fucked out.” 

“Are you beautiful? ‘Cause I think you are…” 

“Thank you, Daddy… I’m, um, yeah. I’m beautiful.” 

“Now, that wasn’t very convincing, kid. Guess I’ve gotta fuck it into you.” 

She readjusts me on the bed so that I’m underneath her. She grabs the vibrator and hands it to me. 

“Don’t come until I say so.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

She gazes at my face and body with admiration and lust, reaching a hand between my legs to play with my aching, wet cunt. I buck on her fingers, clinging to her shoulders and gasping, “Daddy.” 

“God, you beautiful little toy. I want to keep you here forever, teasing you and making you ache.”

“Daddyyyy…” 

She laughs. “I won’t do that, exactly. But I am going to keep you here squirming until you can tell me that you’re beautiful and sound like you mean it.” 

“Daddy,” I whimper. 

She slides her cock along my opening, thumbing my sensitive clit. 

“Let’s hear it, prettyboy.” 

“Oh, fuck – um – I’m-I’m beautiful, Daddy.” 

“Good boy.” 

She slips inside me and I moan so sweetly for her. 

“Good fucking boy. So fucking pretty. So handsome.” 

“Thank you, Daddy –” I gasp. 

“Put the vibe on your clit. I want to hear you close and begging for it.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” I obey, turning the toy on and making obscene noises when it brushes my clit. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror. Tell me how beautiful you are, Avery. Then maybe I’ll let you come for me.” 

I look to my side, to my face in the mirror. Flushed and desperate and eager, lips swollen and pink, hair tousled. “I’m beautiful,” I say to myself in the mirror, dazed. 

“Good fucking boy,” she praises. “Beautiful, handsome prettyboy. Tell me again.” 

“I’m beautiful,” I moan, getting so, so close.

“Good boy, Avery. Now ask me one more time.” 

“PleasecanIcomeDaddy?” I ask desperately. 

“Yes, handsome boy. You can come for me. I wanna hear you moan my name when you come.” 

“Yes, Daddy, thank you, Daddy. Ohhhhh, fuck. Shane. Shane. Shane…” I moan, getting closer and closer to that addictive edge, turning the vibe up to max. 

“Shane… Shane… Shane… I’m gonna come for you, Shane, fuck – SHANE!” I cry out, succumbing to the pleasure I’ve been aching for for months. Falling apart and shaking underneath her, my cry of Shane’s name breaking off into a wordless scream as the pleasure overtakes me. 

Shane’s talking me through my orgasm, murmuring filthy things in my ear as I come for her. “That’s it, prettyboy. Sweet little cumslut. Give it to me. Your orgasm is mine, filthy toy. God yes, you sound so fucking slutty for me, baby. Fuck yes. Come for me. That’s a good boy. Good fucking boy, Avery.” 

When the pleasure stops pulsing between my legs, when my breath stops coming in heavy pants and gasps, when I stop moaning pathetic little noises, Shane moves to pull out of me. 

“Wait,” I say, wrapping my legs around her hips. My voice gets tight with need and desperation. “Please keep fucking me.” 

“Oh, you filthy, dirty little dyke. Still need it, huh? Can’t get enough of it, can you?” 

A strangled noise escapes me when I answer, “Yeah. I can’t. Please. Daddy.” 

She fucks into me harder and I moan for her, pulling the vibe back to my clit and begging, “Please, Daddy, please can I come for you again?” 

“Yes, boytoy. Come for me as many times as you want, you needy little dyke. God, you filthy slut. You’re so fucking handsome right now. Come for me again and again, prettyboy.” 

“Goddd, Daddy…” I moan. “I’m close already. I’m gonna come again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Daddy. Daddy. Please. Daddy. You feel so fucking good – fuck – Daddy! Daddy! I’m coming – I’m coming – Daddy!” 

My cries strain my voice as my whole body tenses with pleasure and need, from my throat to my cunt to my curled toes. 

“Don’t stop, prettyboy. Keep the vibe on your clit and keep coming for me as many times as you want.” 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. God, it feels so good. You feel so good, Daddy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me. God, I love your cock. You feel so good inside me. I want to come on your cock again. Fuck.” 

“My sweet little prettyboy fucktoy… Come for me, handsome.” 

I do. I do. I come for her again, increasingly incoherent in my noises. Moaning and messy. Depraved and desperate. 

When the stimulation is too much – and I’ve come for the fourth time – I pull away the vibe and turn it off, panting and flopping down on the bed. Shane slows her movements inside me. 

“You good, prettyboy?” 

“Yeah, yeah – just – stay here, a second,” I say, wrapping my legs and arms around her. We breathe together, letting the silence wash over us. When we finally disentangle, I’m wet, sticky, and deeply, deeply pleased. 

“God, loverboy. You’re so fucking hot.” 

“You’re so fucking hot, are you kidding me?” I pant from the bed. 

Shane fiddles with the harness, removing the cock from the O-ring and zipping up her pants. She pulls off her belt and for a wild, unreasonable moment, my cunt throbs at the sight, imagining her preparing to spank me with it. She doesn’t, of course, but I file that thought away for later. We adjust on the bed so that we’re cuddling, and she presses kisses to my hot skin while whispering sweet nothings in my ear about what a good boy I am. I thank her and tell her what a good Daddy she is. We cuddle like this for a while until she helps clean me up and we get under the covers. 

We fall asleep, tangled together, until we wake in the morning to steamy kisses and she cleans me up with her mouth. 

After my fifth orgasm of my visit, we chat over breakfast about what was good and what we’d like to try next time. I leave, late in the morning, with a kiss and a smack on my ass.