"Hurry up, Daddy."
Anthony laughed as he flipped the sign on the salon door to say CLOSED and locked the door. As he did so, I took off my khakis. When Anthony came over to where I was standing by my desk, he reached down my boxers to pull out the bullet vibe he'd tucked down there an hour ago between customers, which he'd been controlling with a remote to tease me. The vibe was slick with my cream and Anthony licked it clean, driving me wild with desire.
Then he took down my boxers himself and once they pooled to the floor on top of my khakis, his fingers found my hard, excited clit and began to rub in slow circles. "So wet," he whispered, before kissing me. "My boy's so hard for me." Then Anthony guided my hand to the hard bulge in his chinos. "I'm hard for you too, baby."
As badly as I wanted to come, I'd been having fantasies of sucking his cock for the last hour - god, I loved sucking his cock. My mouth watered as he took down his own pants, freeing that long, thick, beautiful cock. After another deep, passionate kiss, I immediately dropped down to my knees on the cool tile floor and greedily took his cock in my mouth.
"Oh, baby." Anthony grabbed my head and threw back his own with a shuddery sigh. "Fuck..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." I let his cock slip from my mouth and took a few playful, teasing licks at the head. "Love your cock, Daddy."
"I love you, baby."
I smiled - I loved hearing that as much as I loved sucking his hot, delicious cock - and I said "Love you, Daddy," before I licked a long stripe up and down his shaft, then took his cock in my mouth again, bobbing my head, sucking eagerly.
After a few minutes Anthony was trembling and panting and having a harder time standing up, so he gently pulled me off his dick and led me over to the couch, where he sat down, took one of the couch pillows, and placed it at his feet to give me a soft place to kneel. We kissed and he tenderly stroked my cheek, then I dove down and got back to work, his cock gliding back and forth in my suctioning mouth, making choking, slurping sounds. Anthony groaned and gasped for breath and shuddered, and I ran my hands over his hairy thighs, under his shirt to caress his chest.
He took off his shirt with shaking hands and I couldn't resist those hard nipples, taking his cock out of my mouth to lean in and lap at his right nipple. Anthony clutched my head and moaned, louder as I suckled, tugging hard with my lips. I turned to the left nipple and my tongue lashed hard and fast, then I sucked on it and Anthony's breathy moan almost made me come untouched. I teased and teased his nipples, licking and sucking one as my thumb played with the other, until he claimed my mouth with a fierce, hot kiss. Then I got down between his legs again, lapped up the flowing precum, and sucked his cock for all I was worth, relishing his moans and groans and gasps. After a few minutes of his moans and my obscene gulping noises filling the shop, he tensed and pulled what he could of my short hair, and his voice shook as he said, "Daddy's gonna come, pumpkin..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." I wanted it so bad.
Anthony cried out as he flooded my mouth with his salty-sweet seed. I pawed myself viciously as I swallowed it down, watching him quiver, breathing harder. When he'd stopped coming in my mouth, I licked his cock clean, then we kissed, sharing the taste of it.
"Such a good boy." Anthony rubbed noses with me and kissed the tip of my nose before he booped it. I smiled - I felt so loved. Then Anthony grabbed my arm where I was still playing with myself, brought my hand to his mouth, and sucked my juices from my fingers, our eyes locked. "It's your turn, baby boy." He lay back on the couch and tapped his shoulders. "Sit on Daddy's face, baby."
I did as I was told, straddling his shoulders, lowering my cunt onto his lips. He'd eaten my pussy that morning before work - he ate my pussy every morning - and now he was eating it for lunch, tongue lashing my aching clit hard and fast. After a few minutes he started sucking my clit, slurping at it, and I cried out and rocked my hips, riding his face. He slapped my ass and then his fingers were inside me, banging away at my G-spot, fucking and sucking me the way I liked it. I bounced away on his lips and he sucked harder and harder, until at last I was right there and squeaked, "Daddy, you're gonna make me come..."
"Mmmmhmmmmm." His fingers worked inside me faster, squishing louder.
My body held back just a little longer, bearing down, tension winding until it shattered and I screamed as my clit pulsed in his mouth. Anthony moaned with my clit in his mouth and lapped at my contracting cunt. I could feel myself gushing, and when I pulled back I saw his face was glistening with my juices. We kissed and I tasted myself on him, then I lovingly licked my cream from his chin and cheeks while he laughed.
He was hard again, and stroked himself as we kissed some more. "Eating you out gets me so fucking hot," he whispered.
I needed a little bit to recharge before we could go again but I couldn't wait to have that hard cock inside me. We made out on the couch, kissing, playing with each other. When Anthony started kissing and licking my neck, it made me melt, and it didn't take long from there for me to want to go again.
I got on all fours on the couch, sticking my ass out at him and spreading so he could see my dripping pussy from behind. "Please, Daddy," I begged.
Anthony got on his knees behind me and I whimpered as I felt the tip of his cock at my pussy lips. God, I wanted him.
From behind had been the position most often used by my father and his friends, but now I was giving myself freely, by my own choice. And I felt safe enough with Anthony to call him Daddy. I trusted him, I worshiped him. It was the ultimate act of trust and surrender and safety to present like this... to crave a primal, animalistic fuck from the man I loved.
He gave it to me. The slap of our hips, his balls smacking me, and the filthy wet suctioning sound of our fuck rose above our grunts and cries, as he fucked me hard, pounding my sloppy pussy with his enormous cock. I rocked my hips back at him, desperately fucking myself on that delicious dick, loving the feel of him throbbing inside me, knowing he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. When he reached around to play with my clit, fucking it between the V of his fingers in the same fast, furious rhythm as his thrusts, I sobbed and grabbed the armrest of the couch white-knuckled, bucking my hips even harder. "More, Daddy," I begged. "Fuck me, Daddy, give me that cock, Daddy, more..."
Anthony slapped my ass. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours, Daddy..."
"And you'll give it to me anytime I want, won't you, pumpkin, and you'll fucking love it just like a little slut."
"YES, DADDY, YES!" I whimpered and slammed my hips back at him with all my might, panting like I was in heat. Anthony smacked my ass again and I almost came. I was so, so fucking close.
I looked through the shop window and a thrill went through me. Even though the sign on the door said CLOSED and we were locked up till one PM, we were still facing the window looking out at the street. Anyone could walk past and see our hot, nasty fuck on the couch. Anyone could walk past and see me being my Daddy's slut, begging Daddy for more cock. I felt myself tensing, ready to climax, as Anthony's fingers sped up on my clit. "Daddy, Daddy, more, Daddy, don't stop..."
Then all I could do was pant, not make words at all, while Anthony growled and snarled, taking all I had to give. My body held back just a little longer, wanting more, never wanting him to stop fucking me, teasing my clit...
Anthony smacked my ass again, and again. "Come for Daddy, pumpkin. Be Daddy's good slut and come for Daddy..."
"DADDY! DADDY!" I lost contol, coming hard. Two thrusts later Anthony came too with a deep, primal grunt of satisfaction that sent a frisson through me and made me contract even harder, feeling like a lightning bolt went through my spine. "Ooh, Daddy..."
"Fuck yeah, baby boy." Anthony slipped out of me and then he sat back and pulled me onto his lap, holding me tight, snuggling me, nuzzling my neck. I relished that feeling of closeness as much as I did our fuck.
We rubbed noses and looked into each other's eyes. Anthony touched my face and gave me that smile he loved, then he stuck his fingers in my mouth so I could taste my juices. We kissed deeply with the promise of more later. Always more. We couldn't get enough of each other, even at his age.
Sex at the shop on our lunch break was a regular, if not daily, occurrence. We loved to tease each other all day long, kissing and rubbing against each other between customers, then after lunch we teased some more, to fuck when we got home or after dinner. I craved his touch, which wasn't just physically pleasing but felt like a balm for my soul after years of abuse and neglect from my parents. Anthony took care of me, and his tenderness helped build me up after being torn down so much for so long.
The salon got busier for the holidays, as lots of people were coming in to get their hair done for holiday parties at their workplace or with family, and the week before Christmas we were open longer hours and took a half-hour lunch instead of our usual hour so we could squeeze in as many clients as possible.
That also meant we had less time for sex, and our usual teasing. I had gotten so used to it that after a few days of "the new normal" for the holiday rush I was going crazy with sexual frustration - as if once a day would kill me.
On the day before Christmas Eve - we would be closed Wednesday the 24th through Sunday the 28th - I finally couldn't contain myself, and after we closed for lunch and Anthony sat down with coffee and a bagel, I dropped trou, sat on the desk, lay back, spread my legs, and started masturbating, giving him a show.
Anthony calmly finished his coffee and his bagel but I could tell from the look in his eyes and the way he was breathing harder that he was getting worked up.
"Please, Daddy," I begged, pawing myself harder.
"Pumpkin, we don't have time."
"Please, Daddy? A quickie?" I sat up a little and pouted, then I took my hand away so he could see how wet I was.
"Baby, I'd love to, but we don't even have time for a quickie."
I made a little sad noise and then I resumed masturbating, while Anthony watched, eyes burning with lust. My daddy watching me was so hot - as was the idea that any random guy on the street could walk past and see me playing with my slutty pussy through the window - and two minutes before half-past I climaxed, moaning as I gushed on my hand.
After I pulled up my pants, Anthony opened the shop, and then he cornered me at the bathroom, smacked my ass hard, and kissed me roughly. "You're a naughty boy," Anthony growled.
I batted my eyelashes and gave him an innocent smile that wasn't innocent at all. "Does that mean you're going to punish me, Daddy?"
"I have to think of a special punishment for such a bratty slut like you." He smiled at me, mischief in his eyes.
My cunt twinged and a shiver went down my spine. It was a shame we were opening up now, because I was horny all over again, aching for whatever punishment my daddy had in store for me. I hoped it was a spanking.
When we finally got home after eight PM, even though we were both hungry and needed to start dinner, we were hungry for sex even more. The minute we got in the apartment we practically ripped each other's clothes off - though I kept my shirt on over my compression vest, since my boobs turned me off. Kissing feverishly, caressing, we made our way to the bedroom. Anthony lay back against the pillows and pulled me atop him; I straddled him and sank down on his hard cock, moaning as he filled me, claimed me.
As I rode his cock we kissed again and again, deeply, passionately. I ran my hands over his arms and chest, enjoying his luscious dark pelt. I played with his nipples and we kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking together, then I kissed and licked at his neck, making him moan, feeling his cock pulse inside me. I kissed my way down to his chest and seized a nipple between my lips, tugging on it, sucking it hard. Anthony growled and slapped my ass.
"That's it, baby. Nurse on Daddy."
I went wild, bucking madly, sucking his nipple as hard as I could. My tongue lashed it feverishly, then I sucked at it again, making Anthony groan, his cock twitching. I suckled the other nipple, and Anthony smacked my ass again. "My boy's such a hungry slut."
"Mmmhmmm." I lapped his nipple before I pulled on it with my lips.
"Nurse on Daddy, baby." He pet my hair tenderly, making me melt. "Daddy will take care of you..."
"Oh, Daddy!" I rode him as hard as I could, the delicious rhythm and the wet, sloppy sound of his cock pumping my pussy driving both of us to the edge. I kept sucking his nipples while he played with my clit, until we were both right there, and his free hand took mine, squeezing as our eyes locked. We kissed as we climaxed together, his cock spending into my clenching, throbbing cunt. We sighed and rubbed noses and kissed more softly, sweetly.
I curled up on his chest and he resumed petting me, and rubbed my back. Mozzie got on the bed and curled up next to us, kneading the blankets and purring. We needed to feed her, and ourselves, but we rested in the sweet bliss of orgasmic afterglow for a little while.
When Anthony finally got up to throw on a bathrobe, feed Mozzie and start dinner, I put on pajamas and followed him out to the kitchen to get a drink. "So, you still gonna punish me?" I asked with a smirk.
"Uh huh." Anthony smirked back and slapped my ass. Then he leaned with his back to the sink for a minute. "Do you know what BDSM is?"
I didn't. "Good Christian boy, remember?"
Anthony chuckled.
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