Chapter 16

God ... there’s his gorgeous cock thrusting in and out of me, my ass ... and there’s me talking like a filthy slut, asking Daddy to fuck my asshole ... and what is that? He pulled his cock out of my ass, and for a couple of moments, I could see up inside my quivering asshole? That’s ... that’s ... I don’t know what to think of that ... his cum oozing out of my closing hole...

The music and the scene faded out, and the screen went dark. “What was that, at the end there?”

Derek smiled. “That’s called gaping, and it’s perfectly normal. A lot of people, guys anyway, find it sexy. I do. It’s very sexy to me. I can edit that part out–”

“No,” I interrupted. “Leave it, leave all of it. I just ... I love it all, but I’m also ... ummm ... confused.”

“About?”

I thought for a moment. “I’m confused about how turned on I am by seeing myself up there. It’s like it’s somebody else, and she’s really sexy, but I can’t believe it’s me.” I looked at him helplessly.

Derek quickly surrounded me with his arms and held me close, comforting me. I sniffed a few times, and tears began to form in my eyes. I didn’t know why. It was like ... it felt like a momentous occasion for some reason, but I didn’t fully understand it at the time.

“Shhhh, love, you’re okay, it’s okay. We can delete all of this so that it never hap–”

That’s the second time he’s called me love, I’ll have to worry about that later. But he’s missing the point, and I need to make him understand, even if I don’t fully understand it myself.

“Derek,” I said, maybe a bit too loudly. “Don’t delete anything. In fact, put it on repeat. Do it.” I wiped my eyes, and he grabbed my hand, kissing the tears on the back of it.

He started the movie again while I hiked up my skirt and peeled my little top off; I needed to touch myself.

“Babygirl,” he started, sounding apologetic. “I’m not sure I can go again. You’ve worn me out. This video is incredibly sexy, but, well, I’m not 18 anymore. I took Viagra about five hours ago, and I don’t think I should take another dose.” He lay down on the bed on his back, and his eyes lingered over my naked body. “Tell you what I can do for you, baby. You watch and ride my face. Just fuck my face for as long as you want. But I won’t accept anything less than five orgasms. That sound okay?”

I smiled. “We can do that, but I don’t know about five times, though.”

I slid onto his stomach and tapped the inside of his thighs, and he opened them, which allowed me to put his laptop between them so I’d have better control of it. I started the video part again from the beginning and then scooted back until I’d sealed my pussy on his mouth. I was so engrossed watching myself on the big screen and studying my every move, every action, as it played. Tentatively, he ran the tip of his tongue over the lips of my vagina. I’m not sure what happened, but an uncontrollable need rose up within me, and I took a little more control.

“Just keep your tongue out,” I hissed.

He extended his tongue, and I adjusted my hips and sank it deep inside my pussy. My eyes were glued to the screen: The water dripping off my body, the swell of my breasts, my round, full hips. I stared in awe, taking it all in. I was grinding harder now, and gasps of breath were emanating from between my legs; I realized that I was probably restricting his oxygen, but I didn’t care.

“Just like that, Daddy, keep it out, long and flat,” I grunted.

The huge screen now showed his cock ravaging my asshole. Lube was dripping out of it as my tight orifice gripped his thick shaft. I adjusted my hips, which sent his tongue deep into my bottom, mimicking what I was watching on the screen. My body began to climb, and I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit for additional stimulation. The video continued to play; the thrusting had stopped, and his cock was fully inside me, throbbing and pulsing. Slowly, he pulled back, and his semen dripped out of my obscenely-gaped asshole, and I hit the spacebar to pause it. My orgasm hit me hard, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced; my world went dark for several seconds.

When I’d somewhat recovered, I slid forward enough for Derek to breathe normally. “Was that okay?” he asked through gasps of breath.

“I loved it, but we’re not done.”

I’m not sure how many times I replayed the video or how many times I, with his assistance, got off to it, but it was more than the five he had demanded earlier. After about two hours, I exhausted myself to the point of not being able to hold my eyes open. I’d soaked his face and hair so much that he had to take a shower before he joined me back in bed. He spooned me tight into his body, and I fell into a deep, dark sleep.

The rest of my time with Derek was amazing. He took me out to lunch on Monday, and then we went shopping for clothes and jewelry. At my request, he was only too happy to shoot more videos of me, and we even went to an electronics store, where he purchased an expensive 4K digital movie camera that greatly improved the quality of everything he shot. He asked me several times if I wanted him to delete the pictures and videos that we took, but I told him no. My only stipulation was that he keep them private and not share them with anyone. I loved watching myself now on his huge TV screen, and it really seemed to add to everything we did sexually.