Page 2 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
‘’I would ask, but doing what I know you now do as your profession, I’m going to just go ahead and assume you’re not opposed to the feel of leather around you’’ I said, and slid my leather belt out from my trousers, before sliding it around the long slender width of Alexa’s neck.
‘’Not at all’’ she turned her head and grinned, before whimpering out a sexually heightened moan as I without warning inserted the tip of my cock into her moist pussy, pushing in hard and deep alongside the thin G-string she was wearing, before dominantly forcing her head back on my shoulder using my belt.
‘’I’m going to fuck you like it’s your last fuck on this earth, and if you call me anything other than daddy…then I’ll go bareback and tight fuck that skinny ass of yours until its raw’’
‘’Yes daddy’’ she whimpered against my shoulder.
‘’That’s my good little sexy bitch’’ I said licking my tongue over her full pouted lips.
‘’Mmm, Daddy, oh fuuccckkk’’ Alexa cried as I slammed every inch of my shaft inside her, feeling my lip instantly curl to a smug smile as the force in which I did it, versus my height over hers in her heels, had for a second raised her a good couple of inches up from the ground.
‘’Lay your fucking palms flat against that wall…good girl baby, just like that’’ I said hooking the strap of my belt now through the buckle around her neck. I then gripped the thick leather tight between my teeth steering her head where I wanted it, while my free hands gripped firmly over her slender hips, and I began rough slamming her hard against the wall with my balls smacking the outside of her pussy until swollen.
‘’Oh! Mmm…oh daddy yes, fuck me yesss!’’ Alexa cried, and just like the tightening of her pussy I could feel squeezing around me, I also felt my second full spillage of cum warmly fill the condom I was wearing, before collapsing against the wall with her, the both of us panting out hard from the wild pleasure of our late night fuck.
I didn’t realize until I’d done it that that was exactly what my life had been missing…good sex! The way I’d hungered for it was like the thirst of a heavy downpour thunderstorm above a burning desert. I needed it, and after that night I knew I could never live without it.
Alexa had been an impromptu blind date set up by my best friend, and closet work pal Skipp Bennett, to help slump me out of the misery I’d been in of late. Little did I know at the time, that Alexa was actually a professional BDSM performer across secret underground dominatrix clubs, and what she introduced in foreplay, I gave back double in the main act.
I was hooked after that.
The experience that crazy night had given me meant I could never go back to fucking the same way again. The feeling was too euphoric to walk away from, with the muscle in my dick hardening like solid rock every time I thought about it.
And that’s how it all started. A favor from a friend in what felt like my darkest hour, after embarrassingly shedding man tears over a love that never was.
My 6-year relationship with my girlfriend Jessica -now ex-girlfriend- had fizzled and died like a shooting star, that once shone so bright in what I thought was her love for me. That is until the investment of her love got swallowed up in ‘corporate greed’ -a naïve inexperienced mistake I will never make again.
I’d lost everything. All the money accumulated into making my business plan work, ironically gone in less than 60 seconds when the stock market crashed, and every investor lost their faith in me.
I needed her more than ever then, and just like a rainbow every true color of who she really was suddenly shone.
I was worth nothing to her broke. And both broke and broken-hearted, she without courteous closure upped and left me.
If she was smart, which I was, she would know just as quickly as the market crashes, it also rises again like a phoenix of wealth from the ashes. And after the begging and borrowing of banks and loan sharks to help me out, I managed to not only pay them all back in full, but now turn a wealthy profit of over $157 million per year and rising.
It was the right card to play going into the social media business, with the top social network app I created reaching on average over 65 million active users per day, with that figure continuing to healthily rise per anum.
Tazer now level pegs in popularity amongst some of social media’s biggest conglomerates out there, including our favorites YouTube, Twitter, Tiktok, and even Instagram. And if things keep going the way they are, we’ll no doubt become the inevitable new side eye focus of everyone’s competition, Facebook.
Healthy rivalry aside, what makes Tazer as popular as it is, is our simultaneous algorithm boosting technology. Meaning, if your post gains major engagement within the first hour and goes viral on the app, your top two other most viewed posts get automatically ‘Taser Targeted’ -guaranteeing wide exposure in your niche from use of popular keywords attached in those posts, allowing an above 80% chance of them also going viral along with the original post. This two-for-one built in feature for business profiles only, very quickly began gaining us major traction from content creators everywhere, including bloggers, vloggers, podcast creators, authors, and even celebrities. Never has an app been so advantageous at propelling entrepreneurs to their success, inspiring the apps most recent built in feature –again, optional to business account users only for a fair monthly subscription- where an additional two posts of your choosing can be TT’d within a subscription month, at the users desired schedule.
Tazer also features the latest world news, sports talk, music entertainment, and celebrity gossip, where global mainstream media outlets are also enjoying the benefits of Tazer’s powerful exposure.
Since its inception, Tazer has amassed over a quarter of billion downloads in just Europe alone, with impressive data analysis readings showing figures on the continued rise the more popular and in demand the app becomes. But, with great success comes great responsibility, and even with everything I could now pay for at the click of a finger, my most protected asset will always be my heart.
I still feel the pain of her walking out on me that day, and vowed until I meet that special person again, that I was going to enjoy every woman in the only way that got me hard, the only way that dominated the muscle in my dick, and the only way I now prefer to fuck.
CHAPTER 1
After hours city street lights, gradual fading traffic, and the usual mix of everyday people bustling by.
I was invisible to them.
A less-than-nothing waste of space loitering the city streets. For me though they provided a robust source of entertainment, as I let my mind wander its usual nightly routine of each passer-by's story…the couple over in the corner having an after-hours lovers tiff, the Mom trying to juggle her two screaming kids and a handful of groceries she already couldn’t handle. Then was the group of adolescent teens smoking dope way under the age, the angry drunk guy cursing profanities at every passer-by, and the group of city sassy ladies in their high-fashioned attire, looking how every woman in their prime should as they cat walked their way into Seattle’s latest hotspot.
I’d give anything to be like them. Just one day in their life I would trade for all of mine. None of those people I saw knew the hardship of living rough on the streets, of having to place survival before pride and beg for scraps just to scrape by.
With a mundane sigh, I looked down at my beggar's hat scarcely full with a mix of pennies, quarters, dimes, and a few $1 dollar bills, barely even ten percent of what I needed to secure myself nightly shelter with board included.
