Page 18 of This I Promise You
DLStraight92
I drive by the house again. Its black wrought-iron door and white trim stares back at me with each pass, and the glow of fake lantern light bathes the house in flinching yellow hues.
“Just do it,” I whisper under the twang of Reba’s voice over my car speakers, and I make myself turn into his driveway. I take a deep breath, eyes locked on the front door.
I asked for this. Why am I so worked up about it? It’s been months since I’ve had something real inside me. Halloween actually. I still remember it, even if I don’t remember the dude’s name—a lot like right now. He was dressed up as Thor, I was the Playboy Bunny, and I swear it felt like he was using his hammer inside me and I loved every last minute of it. But it feels like it’s been forever.
So here I am at DLStraight92’s house a few miles from school. I’m hoping it’ll do the job. I’m in control at least, unlike everything else in my life. It’s my choice.
Finally I get out of the car and walk up the path. Before I can knock, the door opens and the face I saw online comes into view. He’s tall, like over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and thick thighs in baggy pajama bottoms, and a full beard and mustache under dull gray eyes.
“Come in,” he says, and I do. I walk through the door, and suddenly his hand clamps my left ass cheek. “God, you really are fucking hot.”
“Thanks,” is all I get out before he shuts the door and squeezes harder. “You like it, Daddy?”
I start to play the part. He wanted a toy, and as messed up as it might sound, I like being the toy, I like being used. Ineedto be used. It’s weird to most, but I don’t know. I just love it.
“Yes, Daddy likes. Follow me,” he says and starts off down a hallway, motioning me through a door on the left.
I should be horrified. Like, I know this is stupid, and every part of me says I’m going to die one day doing this, but it’s like that part of me goes silent when my boy parts decide they need some action and that’s all that matters. So I go where I’m told. In my defense, I did tell Aidan where I was going. He didn’t like it and tried to get me not to come, but I’m here all the same.
The room opens to what I assume is his bedroom, complete with a floor scattered in piles of clothes and an overflowing trash can. Okay, maybe he is straight.
He grabs my hand and I spin around next to the bed, and his body presses against mine.
“You ready to be my little whore?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say quietly. “Make me yours.”
In response his mouth presses against mine, and our lips part. As his tongue slips inside my mouth, I’m inundated by the taste of pepperoni and cheese, and it’s all I can do not to retch. I kiss him back, willing away the taste, and try to feel the texture of his mouth and tongue as his hands slink around my body.
I remind myself that I’m in control. This only goes as far as I want it to. His hands make an abrupt change of direction and I gulp as his fingers slip under my pants and clutch my ass. He squeezes and squeezes while our mouths play a fake game of passion. I seriously expected this to be better.
“Let’s get you naked.” He leans back long enough to pull up my shirt. I lift my arms and let him remove it, and without the tiniest delay he’s unbuttoning my pants, and suddenly they’re on the floor in a pile of their own.
It feels colder as his eyes devour me. I guess he’s determining whether I meet his wants. I’m just hoping he’s better at fucking than washing his mouth out after he eats. Hell, I washed my ass out for this.
Then out of nowhere he grabs my crotch and feels around. It doesn’t matter that he’s not that amazing, it still works. I grow under my briefs and my breathing gets heavier.
“What are you waiting for, make me hard,” he demands.
I break out of my stupor and put my hand to his pants. It doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for. It’s obviously as big as he claimed and he’s at least half hard already.
“Yeah, you like that, boy?”
I suck my bottom lip in to look pouty and nod vigorously. Iamat least looking forward to this. As if he knows it, Mr. No Name uses his free hand to push down on his PJs, but I take over, pulling them to the ground. Woah. His dick bobs in front of my face as I’m bent over helping him get his feet out of his pants. That’s a lot of dick.
“Suck it.” He puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes.
I drop to my knees as my face smothers into the hairy mess of his thigh and he slaps my cheek with his cock. I moan; it’s reflex. He slaps it on my face again, and I grab it and swallow it whole. If it weren’t for the fact that I really like dick inside me, I’d be giving up right now. It literally stinks down here, like actually stinks.
Focus on what you’re doing. Try to enjoy it.
He must be really ready for more because suddenly his hands are under my armpits and throwing me onto the bed. My body bounces on the soft sheets and I give him a fake grin as he yanks my briefs off my body and flips me over.
“Arch that back, you fucking little slut,” he barks at me, and before I have a chance to comply, a palm strikes my ass cheek.
I yelp in surprise, but a moan escapes directly after. If he weren’t total trash I’d like it. Part of me wants to turn back over and just be like,Hey, sorry, I’m just not feeling this. Let’s call it quits, but I feel like the moment I walked in the door I committed, so I don’t. Instead, I arch my back and he grabs my ass.
