Mr. Hunter’s Cock

Submissive phone sexI think I’m in love with Mr. Hunter… Well him and his cock.

He’s opened an entirely new world to me and while I still like my jock and nerd, the teacher has proven to be exactly that.

I’ve never orgasmed as much, as well, or as long as I have with Mr. Hunter and he likes me just as I am.

I don’t need to dress slutty, wear tons of makeup, or even try very hard. He likes the way I look naturally. Something about my youth and innocence or something.

I love the dreamy look he gets when I suck his cock, how it twitches on my tongue when my eyes meet his. He loves to run his fingers through my hair and guide me on him. Taking my throat deeper each time, before pulling out just far enough to cum on my tongue. He loves it when I show him how much he came in my mouth before I swallow it.

He loves to explore my body. His big hands touching all those sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had. Not just nipples and inner thighs but behind the knee, the joining of my neck and shoulder, even the inside of my arm.

Our love making always started so slow and sweet. Gentle touches, words, loving and kind.

Then the more we fucked, the harder it became. We began our own dynamic, which was odd for me. I was used to being in charge. With Jacob it was me in charge of our fucking. With Poindexter. I controlled his orgasms. With Mr. Hunter, I called him Daddy after the first few weeks. When he told me he was proud of me it made me swell with pride and made my pussy wet.

I couldn’t cum for him unless he told me I could, it drove me mad being on that pit of pleasure. My breathing hard and ragged but having to wait for a “Cum for me baby girl.” to allow myself to fall into that abyss of an orgasm.

Everything felt so much better, so much warmer, so much stronger.

It was like my mind escaped me and all that was there was the sensations he gave me. I craved his touch, his cock deep inside of my pussy. The taste of his cum, the feeling of it inside of me. Holding a part of him all day with me even when we couldn’t be together.

Knowing my place with him, knowing how happy I made him simply by being the good girl I was.

I love my Daddy. I can’t wait for him to fuck me again.

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