u/CaliKylie

There’s this 4th of July party every year at a friend’s house, kind of a friend of a friend. They have this big house way up on a hill where you can see forever, and you can see just about every fireworks display in the county.

It’s crazy and it’s so not like my regular life, this big beautiful house and everything, and I don’t know how many people there are, but it’s a lot, and it’s fancy because of the setting and all the food and drinks, but it’s also kind of a bacchanal.

So, I mean, why not do my part?

So…

There was this guy. I saw him getting a drink, and then just stand there, looking around. Tall, dark hair. I appreciated the shirt, the belt, the jeans, the shoes. Probably early 30s.

I tried to catch his eye from a distance. It didn’t work. Frustrating. I looked good. Cute. Hot. Spaghetti strap blue tank, a necklace to draw the eye to how thin the tank top was, white denim shorts, white thong, sandals. That’s the whole inventory.

I moved closer. If he couldn’t hold eye contact from twenty feet away, I’d move on.

I didn’t have to move on.

It was cute how he looked, and how he tried not to look. And it was fun to make sure that he saw me looking.

I almost just told him what I wanted, because I knew exactly what I wanted, but he was easy to talk to, and I clocked his smile when I let my arm brush against his.

And he told me how good I looked.

And I looked up at him with my lips parted, and let out a little sigh.

And his eyes narrowed just a little.

And oh my god I wanted to know what he was thinking.

I stepped in front of him, almost, but not quite pressing myself against him, looked up at him, let out a soft breath.

His hand, so warm, started at my elbow and slid up to my shoulder.

We kissed. And it was good.

And then my silly mind thought of fireworks going off and I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

He looked at me, wondering, and I said, “Sorry. That was good.”

My hand was on his chest. I liked having my hand on his chest.

I kissed the corner of his mouth, and I told him what I wanted. Because my god I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Really?” he said.

I nodded, eager, grinning.

That thing happened where his eyes narrowed again, and I needed to know what he was thinking.

“Okay,” he said. Cute.

I wanted it right there in front of everybody. I didn’t even care anymore. But we went inside and found the laundry room and closed the door behind us.

There was space. A countertop. I was rethinking my simple desires, but I kept myself from getting completely carried away. There was a stack of folded towels on the counter. I picked one up, turned to him, dropped it on the floor at his feet, and grinned up at him again.

He laughed and said, “Fuck, you’re hot,” and I worried that I might soak right through my shorts.

I undid his belt, and my mind raced to naughty naughty bad girl things but I told myself to focus. There were so many people, and music. Would anyone hear a girl getting spanked by a belt in the laundry room? No, bad girl, Kylie, focus.

You just never know about these things but sometimes you’re pleasantly surprised. I pulled down his pants and, whew, what a pleasant surprise. He was mostly hard, and for a girl who has learned to appreciate a big dick, I was appreciative of what I saw.

My legs trembled a little. I had a vision of him bending me over the counter, yanking my shorts down, pulling my thong aside, and pounding me while he pulled my hair.

Instead I pulled his shorts down, and the sight of that dick made my mouth fill with spit.

I wrapped my hand around it and fuck it felt good in my hand. A low groan in his throat. Fuck. Me.

I knelt down on the towel. I know what I’m doing, as you should know by now, and I wanted to show him that it really was his lucky night.

I opened my mouth, slapped that dick on my tongue a little, and smiled up at him. Fuck. The weight of that cock. I wanted him to grab me and fuck my throat. I was way too worked up. My mind was spinning with the naughtiest ideas, and with the pleasure of someone new, in that place.

I took a little breath and reminded myself that he was a lucky man, and that I was a lucky girl to be with this handsome man and this outstanding cock.

My mouth was watering like crazy, oral whore that I am.

Little sucks around the head, letting my spit run down his shaft as I stroked him.

Slurping on the head, tongue swirling. Fuck. Me.

He was big enough that I wondered if he had ever had a throat like mine. Why waste time? No time like the present to find out.

I looked up at him, my tongue tickling the underside of the head, making sure he was watching as I took him down my throat, slowly, slowly. He groaned and I wasn’t even done yet. Looking up at him until I couldn’t look up anymore because my nose was buried in his short hairs.

His voice shuddered as he tried to say, “Oh my god.” At least I think that’s what he was trying to say. I had my answer. He had definitely never had a throat like mine.

My hands were around his thighs, pulling him close, as I held him down.

I felt a hand on my arm and that seemed so sweet.

When I pulled back off of him, I let the spit run out of my mouth.

I smiled, batted my eyelashes. “You like that?” Playful, cute voice.

I didn’t wait for answer.

Back down my throat, again, and again, and again.

His half-moan, half-groan. I had him.

I pulled back, stroking him, slurping on the head. Then back down, fucking him with my throat.

Back to stroking, loud slurps. Fucking him with my throat again.

At some point he just said, “Holy fuck.”

Yep. His lucky night.

A couple more rounds and he said, “I’m gonna cum.” I was surprised he had lasted that long.

“Cum on my tongue.” Stroking him. “I want to taste your cum.” Mouth open, tongue out, cock on my tongue, stroking him. “I want your cum.” My god I wanted his cum.

He let out a desperate, choked groan. He came. Fuck. Yum. He came.

It definitely wasn’t a small load. It was enough that I wished he had cum on my tits so I could see how big it was.

When he was done, I made sure he saw me swallow, gave the tip little licks, and held on to him while he softened.

I got up and tossed the towel aside. It would need to be washed again. And he pulled up his pants.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said.

I agreed. Grinned. I checked. I hadn’t soaked through my shorts. Whew. Lucky. I was fucking drenched.

We went back outside. We talked a little more. I liked that a lot.

I said, “You could give me your number if you want.” He did. Who knows. We’ll see.

I whispered, “Finger me.” 

My hands on his chest, his strong arms, one arm around me, holding me close, his other hand in my panties, two fingers working inside my wet cunt. I guided him, “Slower, just curl your fingers.” He got it. I put my hand over his. “I want to cum.” I moved his hand so the palm of his hand could rub my clit, showing him how. I wasn’t sure I’d cum but then all at once I knew I would. 

He gasped, then let out a breath, “Whoa” when I came on his hand. I sagged against him, my head against that strong, firm chest.

He looked at how wet his fingers were. I parted my lips, let him see my tongue, and looked at his fingers. I sucked them clean and then dropped to my knees.

“Oh my god,” I said, not even because of his cock or what else might happen but how fucking turned on I was, the heat flooding my body.

It’s hilarious to say that I didn’t want him to cum since I love his cum so much, but I needed so much more than his fingers and a blowjob.

I took it slow, looking at him, working my tongue around him, rolling those big heavy balls in my hand.

“I need you to fuck me,” half whisper, half moan.

“Get up,” he said. God, please boss me around, take me, toss me around and FUCK ME.

We went in the bedroom and at least he knows how I like it in the kind of mood I was in. Legs folded back. Pinned down. Pounded.

“Right there,” I sighed, as he hit just the right pace, the right angle, the right intensity. I closed my eyes, and lost myself in it, fucktoy Kylie. This handsome man with that huge load built up. 

He groaned, stopped, all the way inside me, leaning over me. We shared a sweet smile. “You’re gonna cum all over me. I need to see that huge load.” 

We shifted a little, giving my hips a break. He turned me over, took me from behind, his strong hands gripping me, his body slapping against mine with each thrust. 

I could feel him getting more worked up, and I knew he could cum soon. I pulled away, turning over, and grinning at him. I didn’t want it to be over yet, but I saw the look on his face, his obvious need.

We moved back the way we started. I was feeling a little silly now, holding my legs up and out, his fuckdoll spread wide open for him. He took what he needed from my hot little body, my soaking wet cunt, and fucked me until he came. 

Pulling out.

Cumming.

Cumming.

Cumming.

All over my body. 

My god it was glorious. I don’t want to live without this man’s cum.

All over my body.

So. Much. Fucking. CUM.

When he was finally done, I got the giggles. It’s really the only proper response to that man’s orgasms. Kylie Cumslut covered, drenched, drowned in cum.

I wiped up a little of his cum and rubbed my clit. I sighed. Happy girl.

Today was his special day! It was right there on the calendar. I woke up before him like I always do. Silly Daddy likes to sleep so much. But one of the many sweet things about him is that his big cock is almost always already hard for me. He knows how to make his baby girl feel special all the time, and I feel so special waking up and finding that big hard cock under the covers, just waiting for me.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and sighed. I love how it feels under the covers. When I can’t see it I imagine it being even bigger than it really is, like it’s grown overnight. It’s a silly fantasy but I can’t help it. I love that big cock so much.

Stroking him, I watched him sleep. I kept it light and soft and easy, just letting my hand move because I didn’t want to wake him up. But then my desire, my lust, my need for him took over. My little body just flooded with heat and I couldn’t wait anymore.

“Daddy,” I whispered, stroking him a little more firmly. “Daddy, wake up.”

I kissed his stubbly cheek. “Daddy, it’s time to wake up. I need you.” Soft whispers, soft kisses.

His pretty eyes fluttered open. “Good morning. Happy Daddy’s Day!” Still whispering, giving him a pretty smile, my hand still moving on his cock.

I love the way he tries to adjust to waking up to a world where things are already happening to him. I could almost see him putting all the pieces together as he realized what was happening. He’s the cutest!

“It’s your special day, Daddy,” I whispered, cute and playful.

I thought I knew how his morning would go. I thought I would lay between his legs, snuggled there in my favorite place, loving and worshipping that gorgeous cock for as long as he wanted.

But another thing about Daddy is he’s full of wonderful, sexy surprises.

He rolled over on top of me, his baby girl pinned between Daddy and the mattress. I grinned up at him. “What do you want for Daddy’s Day?”

“You,” he said. {Okay, I mean, that was an easy one.}

I need foreplay to get my little cunt ready for that big cock, and he kissed my neck and sucked my titties just the way I like. I squirmed under him. He slid that cock along my folds. I moaned.

He pushed the covers back and looked down at me. I just waited to see what he was going to do to me. The anticipation…I love it so so much.

He took my wrists and moved my hands above my head by the headboard. Then he pushed my legs back, folding me all the way up, his hot little fuckdoll.

I know how Daddy likes to fuck, and sometimes there are snuggly gentle fucks, and sometimes there are hard pounding fucks. This was a position for hard pounding fucks.

He put his hands on my thighs, not being gentle, pinning me down. I felt light-headed seeing how Daddy was looking at me, knowing how he sees me, what he was about to do to my body.

Then he took that cock and slipped inside me, just the tip. I sighed, “Daddy.”

He ran his hands up my thighs again until they were behind my knees. I love being all folded up for him. It makes me feel so sexy, so little, so owned.

He eased that big fucking cock inside me until his baby girl was all filled up. Daddy always takes care of my body and he knows to take it slow at first, to give me time to adjust to all that cock.

So he took it slow. Until he didn’t.

Until he leaned over me, pinning me down hard, and drove that fucking cock into me. I cried out and he did it again and again, his body slamming into mine.

I love knowing that I’m Daddy’s pleasure, that my body is here to make him feel good, and that I’m so so very good for him.

After a while he slowed down and I smiled. He wanted it to last, and so did I.

But.

I’m such a hot little fuckdoll for Daddy and sometimes it’s too much.

He groaned and I knew he needed to cum.

I had kept my hands above my head where he put them because I’m a good girl, but I reached out and caressed his arm.

He smiled. I saw how he looked at me, and I knew that he wanted to do naughty things to me.

“I want you to cum,” I said. “Please, Daddy?” Yes, I was being cute and sexy, but I also wanted to give him permission to just let go. Sometimes he feels like he needs to be everything for me, every time, but we had the whole day ahead of us. There was plenty of time for more fun.

He just nodded. He forgets about words when he’s that worked up.

He started fucking me again and that big cock is just so so much for my little body. It’s so overwhelming and so fucking good.

I knew he was about to cum when his breathing shifted, and our eyes met, that unspoken moment of agreement.

He slammed into me again.

And he came.

So very deep inside me.

He still had my legs pinned back. I held his hand on my thigh, waiting for him to come back to Earth.

When he finally pulled out, I sighed, that sudden feeling of emptiness. He let my legs down and laid down next to me and I curled up into his chest.

“Happy Daddy’s Day,” I whispered. He held me tight and kissed the top of my head.

“My baby girl.”

That’s me, Daddy’s baby girl. I felt his cum dripping out of me and remembered that I needed to get up, but I didn’t want to yet. My mind flashed to a couple weeks ago when we had a really fun time and he filled me with cum and it was dripping down to ass so I picked up the dildo we had been playing with and fucked his cum into my ass.

Daddy’s girl.