Defiance Undressed At Last

Her building had rules.
Cameras. Alarms. Locks.
Barriers meant to slow desire.

So I waited outside,
hands in my pockets,
chilly night, patience thin.

Sharing the cold night air
And, indian food smelling great
With a delivery guy who had no idea
what he’d just walked into.

Then the door opened—
and there she was.

Not the girl I commanded.
Not the skirt. Not the kneel.
Bad Surprise for Daddy

Just a T-shirt, Soft sweatpants,
Bare beneath both—
and that look in her eyes
that said I know exactly what I’m doing.

I barely had time to think
before she was on me,
kissing me openly, urgently,
body pressed close,
heat rising through cotton and nerve.

I grabbed her tight
Didn't miss the kissing opportunity

The delivery guy stared.
Of course he did. Anyone would.
I am sure he dreamt about a sex scene

She didn’t care. That was the point.
That was a sexy move to be honest

The elevator ringed.

We were touching each other.

Inside we go, the door closed,

and with it, the public world vanished.

No apology. No obedience.

Just bratty confidence

And a slutty smile & more kissing

that pushed every button on purpose.

“I’ll get ready,” she said lightly,

already walking away inside her room.

I waited.

And when she returned—

I understood the game.

A thin silk dark green kimono.

Nothing else. Fabric clinging,

barely covering,

revealing everything without giving it away.

She moved slowly,

letting me see the outline of her body,

every step a quiet provocation.

That was her effort.

That was her defiance.

I said nothing. She was fucking sexy.
Silence can be louder than commands.

But, she was not yet obedient

I could smell her bratty pussy

She poured the prosecco,

handed me the glass,

And sat beside me like this was casual,

like she hadn’t just walked straight past

every rule I set.

We talked about the day.

The city. The night.

But beneath every word

was the unspoken truth:

she hadn’t obeyed—

and she knew exactly

what that meant.

The brat had arrived.

And Daddy was deciding

how to respond.

I didn’t raise my voice.
That was the first correction.

We sat close, prosecco breathing between us,

bubbles rising like unfinished thoughts.

She talked—too freely—about my hands,

about how easily her body had unraveled before.

About how i fingered her

made her squirt and got my palms wet.

She smiled when she said it,

testing, poking, forgetting herself.

I set the glasses down.

Slow. Final.

The room shifted.

She felt it before she understood it.

I pulled her to the edge of the couch,

not with urgency, but with certainty.

With my two middle fingers deep

Started fingering her vigorously

until she squirted one more time

Shaking, Her breath stuttered.

Her defiance softened into heat.

I reminded her—

without shouting,

without asking—

what happens when a brat forgets

who owns the moment.

When her body shook,

When the room carried 

the evidence of her undoing,

the brat burned away completely.

Left behind was silence, wide eyes,

and that familiar surrender she wears so well.

I stepped back after.

Let her sit with it.

Dominance doesn’t cling—it waits.

She was shaking like a crazy girl

She came to me on her own,

fabric slipping away,

chin lowered,

fire replaced with need.

She let the silk fall.
No hesitation.
No ceremony.
Just skin meeting air
and obedience stepping forward.

She came to me while I drank,
slow hips, deliberate friction,
testing the edge of my restraint.
Her body spoke before her mouth ever dared.

That’s when I decided
she would remember this.

No man did this to her.

I tipped the glass.
Cold sparkle traced her collarbone,
her stomach,
the places where breath turns shallow.

I followed it with my mouth,
claiming what she offered,
teaching her how easily pleasure bends
when Daddy decides the rules.

Prosecco tasted like good poison

She wasn’t defiant anymore.

Whatever fire she’d carried burned down

to something softer, wetter, needier.

Her eyes gave her away before her mouth did—

wide, pleading, already on her knees without bending.

Every word she spoke unraveled her further.

Voice trembling.

Hands frantic.

Grasping at me like permission

Itself was slipping away.

"pound me daddy"

"lets go to my bed."

"fuck me please."

I let her beg.

Let her feel the weight of wanting

without being given yet.

When she reached for me, 

desperate and unsteady,

I stopped her—

just long enough to remind her

who decides when hunger gets fed.

My hand closed at her throat—not cruel,

just certain—guiding her breath,

turning her around,

fingers tightening in her hair

until her posture changed on instinct alone.

That was the moment she broke.

She needed to be handled.

Needed to be reminded

that surrender has a shape,

and it looks like obedience.

Each spank landed with purpose—

not rushed, not careless—

leaving heat behind,

a promise written into skin

she’d feel tomorrow and smile about.

Her sounds softened

after that. Lower. Slower.

The language of someone fully claimed.

I didn’t rush her to the bedroom.

I led her. Step by step. Hand still firm.

Control never leaving my grip.

She followed without question—

no brattiness left,

only devotion, only readiness,

only the quiet certainty

that Daddy had her exactly where he wanted her.

Her sounds changed

When we reached the bed

no sharp edges left in them,

only open need, only trust laid bare.

She moved when I told her to,

slow, deliberate, every motion 

shaped by permission.

Submission wasn’t something 

she said anymore—

it was something she wore.

I took my time there.

Let her feel claimed 

before being taken.

i made her sit on my face

and ate her fucking good

like pussy eating addiction

Let her learn the 

patience of wanting

while I decided the pace.

When I finally shifted her,

turned her beneath me,

the air left her in one long breath—

anticipation heavy,

waiting unbearable.

i started pounding her RAW.

yes RAW. no time for condoms here

its an unsafe and dangerous passion

The rhythm came back like memory.

Familiar. Unforgiving.

The kind of movement

That doesn’t ask, only takes.

She held on like she was afraid 

of losing me—legs, hands, breath—

everything tightening,

everything pulling me deeper,

as if this moment needed to last forever

because she knew it wouldn’t.

Her pussy was gripping my cock so tight

Pulling out was not even near horizon

There was urgency in her then,

A recklessness that hadn’t been there before.

The kind that comes from knowing

time is short and goodbyes are close.

Her words weren’t commands.

They were surrender wrapped in desire,

trust placed fully in my hands.

"No no no. don't pull out please!"

"Breed me Daddy, Deeper"

"Give it to me, drain it all"

I slowed just long enough to make her feel it—

to make sure she knew

this wasn’t about impulse,

this was about control & ownership

When I finally gave her that release,

it wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate.

Final. Balls Drained. Deeeeep

The kind of ending that leaves silence loud

and the clock suddenly noticeable.

Time disappeared.

Walls might as well have listened.

Nothing was gentle.

Nothing was rushed.

Only intention.

Only ownership.

She clung to me like leaving was already hurting.

Like she knew she was spending something

she wouldn’t get back.

Near midnight, the world returned.

She poured another drink—hands steady now.

Pussy full of fertile thick 

white cum almost dripping

face glowing with satisfaction 

she couldn’t hide. I dressed.

We shared silence thick with 

what would never be said.

Our last kiss lingered longer than planned.

Our hands memorized what words couldn’t keep.

Then I was gone.

An ordinary ride.

An unremarkable hotel.

A flight home that pretended nothing happened.

And that’s how it stays.

Because some nights

aren’t meant to be explained—

only carried.

A secret heavy enough

to take to the grave.

Afterglow to Absolute Ache

We parted without ceremony

No Grand Goodbye,

Just a last look that 

said this isn’t over,

And a kiss that lingered 

longer than it should have.

You disappeared into daylight,

into obligations, into walls 

that weren’t mine to cross.

Hotel lobby had a note

"Loud room all night, keep it low"

I ignored, the pleasure 

Overshadowed my thoughts

It felt like a compliment

I walked the city alone,

streets loud, alive, careless—

but every corner carried echos from last night.

I could feel my balls empty and drained

You texted me in fragments—

little sparks tossed into the afternoon.

Which was fun.

Still feeling the night.
Can’t stop thinking 

about all the Chaos.

Sexual tension building, 

I’m trying to behave.

You told me about family filling your space,

voices too close, walls too thin,

desire folded neatly and locked away.

But want doesn’t disappear—

it only sharpens when denied.

I answered slowly, deliberately.

Not to tease—to remind.

That what I’d claimed 

didn’t vanish with distance.

That even apart, 

you still carried me

between breaths,

between thoughts,

between your thighs.

when you shifted and sighed.

Daddy knows

I explored the city by day,

but returned to the room by night—

that borrowed space that still smelled faintly of us.

The bed remembered.

The sheets held shape.

Even the silence felt charged,

as if waiting for permission to break.

We didn’t meet again that night.

We didn’t touch.

We didn’t finish

what our bodies begged for.

And somehow, that restraint—

that ache stretched thin and humming—

made everything

darker,

deeper,

more inevitable.

She wrote before sleep:

Tonight will be hard.

I replied:

No worries.

Because desire like ours

doesn’t fade when starved—

it ferments.

It grows teeth.

It waits.

And when we collide again,

the city won’t save us.

New Day in Québec

The day belonged to wandering.

Old streets, stone and history,

French words curling through the air

like flirtation you don’t stop.

I moved through Québec 

like a bad thought—

eyes catching on bare legs,

soft dresses, careless cleavage,

sunlit temptation everywhere.

Beautiful women everywhere,

laughing, swaying, unaware

they were feeding a hunger

already sharpened by you.

I behaved. Mostly.

ohh no, two pretty girls

did flirt with me in the streets

They were in the funicular

They wanted pictures, i helped.

pretty girls but they had very sexy poses

We sparked a good chat and so on

They were just wearing a thong

under their see through thin dresses

Seamless butt and cracks shaped by the dress

They didn't care when i peaked

At their braless sweaty cleavage

They were spreading their legs because

the hot weather was making their thighs wet

I would have peeled their panties

In a flash and sniffed them wet pussies

And, made them follow me into an alley

Daddy Dom was dirty dreaming

Nothing much was about to happen

but they got me very tempted.

By afternoon, the ache returned—

low, steady, familiar.

The kind that hums under the skin

and refuses to be ignored.

My filthy mind

Definitely wanna fuck tonight

Then my phone vibrated.

My slut's name. Perfect timing.

Are you gonna come tonight Daddy?

I smiled. I knew that tone.

The sweetness hiding heat.

The question already soaked in want.

Maybe, I answered.

If you’re a good girl tonight.

The pause before your reply

said everything.

You weren’t behaving.

You were imagining.

When I reached the hotel,

dusk settling in, bags half packed.

The room already preparing to forget me,

your message arrived like a summons.

Come to my place at Ten, Daddy.

She never booty calls, Daddy was special

Simple. Obedient. Too obedient.

I gave instructions anyway—

soft, deliberate, unmistakable.

What to wear - A mini skirt & thong

How to wait - Kneeling down

How to greet me - With Drinks

You said YES

But brats always say yes

right before they test you.

By ten, I was dressed in full black and intention,

the city humming beneath the tires

as the car carried me back toward you.

Every red light stretched.

Every turn tightened the coil.

I didn’t know what waited behind your door—

obedience or defiance,

submission or surprise—

only that whatever version of you appeared,

I would handle it.

Because control isn’t about certainty.

It’s about knowing

that when the door opens,

everything that follows

belongs to me.

Just belongs to only Daddy!

Prosecco and Pussy

She plucked two wine glasses,

Still blushing from the quake of orgasm,

from the wetness she painted across my hands.

She looked in my eyes and said

“Help me Daddy”

I popped the Prosecco,
bubbles rising like the pulse in her throat.

I laid on the couch and our playlist of sinful
sensual music dripped through the TV.

She poured,
Her dress still clinging,
No panties, Pussy dripping
eyes glimmering as she handed me the glass.

“I wanna be comfy, Daddy.” - She asked

“Yes.” - Daddy Approved

Her thin black dress fell,
her body bared in soft evening light,
my denim shirt and black jeans gone,
only my boxers left.

Wine was amazing but she looked more thirsty

She crawled to me and started licking my cock

Her mouth replaced her hands—
warm, eager, worshipful.
Wine in my palm,
her lips worshipped me for five long minutes
until my cock throbbed like a heartbeat
calling her to ride.

I moved on to the chaise, she followed.

It's time to Finally Fuck her

“Yes Daddy, Fuck Me!”

She mounted,
screaming, moaning,
grinding, jumping,
her voice cracked open—

“I am Daddy's Dirty Little Whore”

I made her stand,
ate her like thirst,
drank her until she shook apart,
then let her fall back on me—
riding, cumming,
losing herself in her own screams.

“Daddy, fuck me in my room on my bed.”

I finished my drink.

I yanked her hair,
let her guide me.
In her room.

Her bed smelled like it hid lot of sinful secrets.

I jumped on the bed as a new secret.

I told her to sit on my face.
She did.
My arms locked her thighs,
my tongue drowned her pussy
until she convulsed,
orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy, I am all yours.”

“Are you gonna cheat on her with me?”

“Are you gonna fuck me better than him?”

“Say it to me Daddy, Give it to me Daddy”

I flipped her,
Pounded Missionary.

“Yes Yes Fuck Yes” I Moaned..

Ten brutal minutes,
her pussy squirting around me,
our bodies crashing louder
than the music.

My thick juicy cock was destroying her wet pussy

Five days of cum surged,
I pulled out,
emptied into her mouth.

She swallowed me whole,
eyes burning wild,
hair undone,
her body now carved as Daddy’s property.

We collapsed in sweat and laughter,
hearts racing,
the air still trembling with sin.

When I rose, pulling on my boxers,
she looked at me with a sly smile,
a glimmer still dripping between her thighs.

“Can we do all this again?” she whispered,
a plea wrapped in hunger.

I smirked, tugged her chin,
“Do you wanna hit the
Montréal nightclubs tonight?”

Her lips curved deeper.
“Good idea—tacos first,
and then I’ll grind you in the dance floor.”

I chuckled, kissed her mouth—
a seal of promise,
A spark for the night yet to come.

“See you in a couple of hours,” I murmured,
before the door closed behind me,
and a taxi carried me back
to my hotel room.

That forbidden night wasn’t over.
It was just heading for more.

Daddy Cum in my Cunt

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Brooklyn Dreams

David is my friend's son
He is on Honeymoon with his new wife
He asked me to attend David's
Parent - Student meeting.

Probably he is pounding his
young new sexy wife by the beach
while i am in school

How unlucky. Maybe not...

David's young french teacher
She was very sexy

She was wearing a tight white shirt
A short black skirt and black heels
She had the perfect shape and smile
Sensual eyes, tasty lips and attractive Aura.

She was probably wearing
a lace thong down there
ohhh my dirty mind.

Her white bra was clearly
visible through her shirt
 
I observed her teachers badge
“How cute your name is,” I said
Brooklyn, that was her name
As she was picking up David's files
I began to strike up a conversion.

It worked, she smiled back at me
She was definitely blushing
She invited me to her table
to discuss about David's grades.

David wasn't doing great.
His grades were bad.
His dad was busy 24/7
breeding his new wife.
he never checks on David.

I was listening to all her feedback.
All the time watching her closely.
Admiring all her moves. She was just perfect
Also lost track because i was already having Brooklyn Dreams

Later, she came with two coffee cups
And, we were at the corridor near the stairs
We began to talk about common things

She was a classy girl, well read,
good with her words.
Her eyes and smile were something else.
We were having that instant connection.

"So you are David's Uncle huh?" - She Asked
"Yes Ma'am", I Replied
I could feel her thighs
Rubbing against my legs
We were abnormally close to each other.

Our eyes were fully locked.
I could smell her wet creamy
pussy pheromones down her skirt.

It was just making me
very hungry for her.
I gave her my number
if she had more feedback about David.

I had to leave so i can drop
David back at his home.

Hours later....

She texted me. She is Home.
Told me that I left David's report card with her.

She texted her address so i can go pick it up.
She said 'COME GET IT'

It was obvious she knew I wanted to fuck her.
I asked her "Red or White Wine?"
"Cabernet Please"- She replied.

Picked up the wine,
reached her as fast as i could.

Knocked the door...

She opened the door with a
sensual look on her face.
I kissed her as if I had not seen her in months
She still had her teacher clothes on
She was still very sexy after a long day.

She picked the wine and said
"Come in, make yourself at home."

To my surprise, once inside,
She pushed me on the sofa
she dropped to her knees
and unzipped my pants.

Slowly pulling my girth cock out,
when all 8 inches were exposed
she began to suck my cock.
She was scoring. She was Skilled. 10/10

I unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra
She threw her shirt onto the sofa
and removed the rest of her clothes.

My eyes filled with the pleasure
of her sexy body and sensual look.
She was still wearing her
tight black thong on

But i could smell her pussy already
and see all that creamy wet patches
and wetness dripping her legs
I can already feel her pussy
was creamy and tight.

I wanted to lift her up,
put her thongs to the side and
slam my cock inside her.

She stopped me

She had something baking in the oven.
Her house smelled like a good french bakery.
She was baking some cream pastries.

She walked up to the Kitchen counter
She peeled her panties down to the floor.
She turned around to me.
She was fully naked just with her heels on.
She had the perfect body.

She was covering her pussy
with a cream pastry.

She said "I want you to EAT me".

She tossed a pastry to me
and started walking up the stairs.
I could see her pussy dripping
while she climbed up the stairs.

I had the cream pastry
and it was yummy.
Picked up her thong
which was drenched and
dampen with her cream.

I gave it a good sniff and a nice lick.

mmmm fuck.
That was a better cream pastry for sure.

I followed her and went upstairs naked.
It is always that manly sexy feeling
when you enter a girl's bedroom for sex.

She had a nice king bed and a chair.
I made her sit on the comfortable bedroom chair and started eating her pussy like a starving man.

I sucked her clit vigorously
and licked and tongue fucked her pussy
while she was gasping in pleasure.

I licked her pussy,
sucked her clit
while fingering her in
rapid pace with my two
middle fingers.

She orgasmed.
She was dripping on the carpet.

My cock was hard like a iron rod and got up
I was slow at first to enter her
but as she kept begging me
to fuck her harder.
My primal instinct kick in.

I pulled her hair, made her stand
and gave my cock from behind.
Deep inside her in standing doggy
I went deeper and deeper inside
pumping her pussy with all my might.

Harder and Harder.
I was pounding her from behind.
It was so loud and i was spanking
her butt with my big hands.
She was shivering in orgasms.

She was moaning and screaming.
I picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
I totally forgot she was David's Teacher.

I finally rammed it all inside her
Her eyes teared up
I slammed my throbbing cock
all the way into her tight wet pussy
over and over.

When she started
cumming and squirting
I kept charging her fast
and rough & no stopping

I could feel her juices all over my balls.
She was releasing all her teacher stress.

We switched positions,
She was on top.
She was riding  and grinding
on my cock like a french cowgirl.

i was inside her RAW and no condoms.
With her creaming pattern,
probably she was ovulating.

Her pussy was very fertile,
i am quite sure she was not on birth control too.

 Super Risky!!! I wanna pull out
She was like "No Chance with me"

"I am gonna milk your cock like
it has never been milked before" she said

"Fucking Breed me" She screamed.

I know this is fun but very risky.
But i was like fuck it.....
Worst case i am getting this
Beautiful Baby Mama

I put her again on missionary.
Pounded her again. Rougher than before
and i came deep inside her.

I shot my fertile white thick cum
deep inside her hole. There is no return.
she reached out and grabbed my throbbing cock
squeezed every last drop out inside her.

My SOUL were sucked out
and i was in HEAVEN.

Her pussy was purring with lot of cream.
She quickly wore her tight thong again.

“Don't you want to wash up?” I asked

“No, I want to wear it and
have you in all night.” She Replied

She definitely wanted to get pregnant.

I went downstairs and started to get dressed
We looked at each other and she said

“You are a good fucker
We should fuck again at your place
While David's Aunt is away''

We both laughed,
“Done, I said”

We had some wine,
Dancing over some french music
To celebrate this new Tryst.

I carried her upstairs and
kissed her Good Night
Before I sneaked out.

I didn't pick David's report card
so i am CUMMING again

Fucking her Round after Round

I was kissing her Lips
Cupping her Juicy Breasts from behind
She was Young, Fresh and Tight.

A Clit like a Rosebud.

I slid my hand down her Belly
I rubbed my Palm over her Dress
I felt her Wet Pussy.

She rubbed her hand over my Pants
Felt my Bulge and Squeezed 

We took off our Clothes
with Fluid movements
As if we were dancers
Naked in the twilight.

She pressed her body against mine
I grabbed her Firm Buttocks
Pinched them Roughly 

She fell to her Knees and
began to Suck my Cock
Her Wet Mouth sliding
over my Pompous Shaft.

She treated it like a Wind Instrument
I Devoured her Tender Silky Pussy Lips
Tickling her Clitoris with my Tongue

Taking her by the hand
To a darker corner of the room
where there was a white sailing bed

She laid down,
Spreading her legs 
And looked at me 

There was a sense of
Vulnerability in her Eyes
My left hand covered her Silky Pubis
As my right hand explored
her Curvaceous Body

I shoved my Cock inside her
with a Mighty Stroke
It was Incredible 

I hovered over Body
Pumping like a Piston
She was Orgasming with
every minute after minute

freaking chain orgasms!!!

I was Fucking her Round after Round

There was no escape from my Grip
My cock was like a Tesla Rod of Pure Energy
Shooting Electric Bolts of Lighting
That she absorbed in Ecstatic Frenzy 

Moments Later ...
 
We were Calm and Spent
No Juice left in our Bodies
We were Gazing at the Ceiling 
with blank empty eyes.

Now i will let her work on her
School assignments at peace.

"Spread 'em Wide" said He

"Right now" said he
"But - ow!" said she

"Too tight!" said she
"That's right" said he

"Spank me?" said she
"You'll see" said he

"Please stop" said she
"This crop?" said he

"Not that!" said she
"This bat?" said he

"Please no" said she
"Let's go" said he

"The egg?" said she
"Till you beg" said he

"Spread 'em wide" said he
"That goes inside?" said she

"All the way" said he
"To stay?" said she

"In deep" said he
"I'll weep" said she

"Hope so" said he
"Oh, no" said she

"Oh, yes" said he
"My dress!" said she

"It's torn" said he
"Barely worn!" said she

"On your knees" said he
"No - please" said she

"Open your mouth" said he
"Mmfnfnfmf" said she

"Feels great" said he
"No - wait" said she

"I think not" said he
"So hot" said she

"Let me come" said she
"When I'm done" said he

"I need it now" said she
"And how" said he

"I need - " said she
"Indeed" said he

"Need who?" said he
"Need you!" said she

"All night?" said he
"That's right" said she

"Fuck me" said he
"With glee" said she