Tom slid himself deeper into me and I gulped air. At this point it was fruitless to question why Tom liked me to call people when he fucked me. That got him off, and that’s all there was to it. I felt the pain of his prick entering my body, deeper than before, and grit my teeth.
“Hello?”
“Hey, daddy.”
Tom surprised me by pushing farther inside me than before. “Ahh-m!” I gasped.
“Honey?”
“S-sorry, daddy.” Tom worked his hands into the muscles of my back. I tried to ignore the dick in my bottom. I tried to ignore Tom’s loving hands as they dug into the muscles around my ribs.
“Ask him if he loves you,” said Tom.
Oh, God. I swallowed. “Is everything all right, sweetheart?” my father asked.
“Sure, daddy,” I said. “Can I ask you something?” I seldom called my father daddy anymore, unless I was feeling particularly affectionate. I usually called him dad, which may have tipped him off. Speaking of tips, Tom’s pulled out almost all the way to the edge of my asshole, and then he plunged in again, slowly, smoothly, and pushed my hips against the pillow under my stomach.
“What is it, Kate?”
“Uhm- Do you love me?”
He laughed. “Of course I do.”
Tom pushed his cock in, pulled it out, grabbed two tight handfuls of my ass and sunk himself as far as I think he could go.
“Gah-Daddy, I, are you sure?”
He was worried now. “Yes, why would you ask me that?”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Your mother and I both love you very much, Catherine.”
Tom slid his fingers over my back and reached down to my chest. I lifted myself up on my elbows so that he could squeeze my tits. I closed my eyes. He always squeezed them like he was checking their ripeness, waiting for my juice. I think I understood why he wanted me to call now. Did my parents love me? Would they love me if they knew I was letting Tom pay me? That I was letting him ass fuck me while my boyfriend was in town, with his family? That I lied to him and told him I had to work? I was being paid – this was work. This was my work.
Tom loved making me do this. He loved the power. He was kinky. But what did I love? I squeezed my sphincter muscles experimentally and gripped his dick inside.
“Ah,” I heard Tom say. I grinned.
“Hey, daddy,” I started in again. “What are you working on today?”
This time, when Tom pushed in, I gripped his cock with the muscles in my ass. He let out another groan and the bed sent a nervous zing up through my nipples.
“Just filing reports,” he said.
“Filling reports?” I gasped.
He laughed again. “No, filing, honey.” I would sometimes play the ditz with my family. It worked out well this time (I hadn’t intended to say filling; it just slipped in). He sighed. “You still looking for a new job?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. Tom bent down and kissed my shoulder. “Oh! Yeah… I’m saving up for a place.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“I need to get out of you and mom’s hair.” Tom reached under my pubis and slipped his fingers into my bush. “Nm,” I grunted.
“I know it’s driving you crazy but we don’t mind having you home.”
“It’s driving me crazy,” I replied huskily. Tom spread his fingers over my ass. “Thanks, daddy.” Tom bent his finger back and plunged it into my pussy. “Mm-hmm,” I said.
“We’re very proud of you, Catherine.”
“Oh?” Tom started to buck into me, faster. My ass was sufficiently loosened and he could glide in and out of me easily. It was getting harder to concentrate, especially with his fingers against my clit. “You’re proud of me, daddy?”
“Of course, Catherine.”
I bent my neck back. Tom noticed and sunk his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulled; I let him; our eyes crossed and his face was upside down. Tom sank his dick deep inside my anus. “Proud of me-ee, daddy?”
“Is Bobby coming over tonight?”
“M-maybe,” I said. I started to pant. The breath left me as if it was being knocked out of me by the head of Tom’s cock.
“We’d love to see him. I think he’s a great kid.”
“Isn’t he?” I agreed. “Gahh. Agh!”
“Catherine? Everything alright?”
“I-” Tom was pushing in and out of me. I felt like my insides were giving away, that he was plowing into my lungs. “I-”
“I’m taking it up the ass,” Tom whispered to me.
“No!” I hissed back.
“Catherine, you okay?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“A stranger’s inside of me,” Tom whispered into my ear.
“Inside of me,” I gasped into the phone.
“Catherine?” my dad said.
Mm,” I said.
“Catherine?”
“I want him to use me,” Tom whispered.
“Mm-mm,” I grunted.
“Catherine?”
“I want him to cum on me.”
“Daddy, can I cum you back?” I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed. Damn it!
“Catherine, what’s going on?”
“C-call you back, dad. Daddy? Ah? Ah. AH.”
My father was confused. “Sure, baby, is everything-?” I clicked off the phone and threw it on the ground.
“OH GOD!” I moaned.
“Did he know?” said Tom. He was over me, hovering somewhere, riding me. My ass was wet and the sweat dripped down between my cheeks and pooled at my vagina.
“You’re so sick,” I hissed.
“I won’t ask you to tell me you like it.”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“I won’t ask.”
I grabbed the edge of the mattress with my fingers. “Good,” I said.
He pushed even deeper into my rectum. “Ow…” I whispered.
“I won’t ask,” he repeated.
I groaned.
“Why did you call me last night?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed into the mattress. I laid myself as flat as I could and let him push into me. Let him take me. Gave myself to his lust. Gave myself to mine.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Yes,” I mumbled. “But… it’s… I…”
“You like it.”
That wasn’t it, I thought. I liked Tom doing it more than I liked it, actually. I liked it when he massaged my back. I liked it when he kissed my ass crack.
“I know what you want,” I whispered.
“Tell me,” he said.
I knew what he wanted. I pushed myself up on my elbows. I turned my face into my shoulder. I batted my eyelashes at him and kissed my own skin. “Tell me you love me,” I hissed.
“What?”
“Tell me you love me.”
“Mmh,” he groaned. “I love you.” I felt him pull out of me. That feeling of sudden emptiness, of his full exit, was amazing. I heard him rip off the condom, heard him fling it somewhere (please don’t let it leave a stain). I knew what was coming. I heard him wrap his fingers over his shaft, heard the sticky slap of his wet dick rubbing back and forth in his palm. He rubbed it against me.
“Do it,” I murmured.
“Where?”
He knew where, but I told him anyway. “All over my back.”
“I’m going to cum,” he said.
“Tell me you love me!” I said devilishly.
“I love you,” he groaned, and blew his load on my back. It squirted out. It jettisoned. God I’ve never felt so much cum. It was hot. It shot everywhere, all over the skin of my back.
“Don’t do it on my ass,” I warned him. I didn’t want to risk it slipping down into my pussy. There was enough of it all around me as it was. (Though there was a part of me that wanted him to slap another condom on and do the whole thing all over again inside my pussy.) He jerked off another impressive load onto my back and suddenly flipped me over. The cum stuck to my bedspread and I cried out. “Don’t!”
But then his mouth was on my pussy. Instinctively my hand went down to his hair; I threaded my fingers over his scalp and lifted my legs when his fingers squeezed my thighs. I let him lift my legs higher and higher – God, my ass hurt. But his tongue was lapping at me, his lips were suckling at my clit.
“Uh, uh!” I told him. “You paid me.”
“I pay you to have you,” he mumbled from between my legs.
“To use me,” I gasped.
“To have you,” he said.
“Use me,” I groaned. If I asked him to would he put it in me? Would he fuck me?
“Can you cum?” he asked.
“Just… wait…” I ground my hips into his face.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Shut up,” I told him. And he did. He ate me out while I thought about what I’d tell Bobby.