Thanks for feeding me, daddy!

01 PROLOGUE

I love it when everything happens spontaneously. When decisions are made in the moment and you don't even have time to think them through properly. I feel truly alive in those moments.

Tuesday. May. The sun is shining outside. Spring is in full swing. My mood is wonderful, everything is blooming and fragrant. No one is home, which means I can put on my girlfriend's stockings and panties, go on dating sites, open a can of beer, and have some lewd conversations.

I love spending time like this. When no one bothers me and I can slowly sink into the abyss of sweet, intoxicating depravity.

My name is Sasha, I'm bi and I'm 25 years old. Someone

will call me a faggot or try to brand me with some other stereotypical label, but I don't care. If people like to limit themselves in their judgments and possibilities—fuck them. Since childhood, I decided that my life's credo is hedonism. So I strive to enjoy this life always and in all its manifestations, as much as possible.

Alright, it's time to end this lyrical digression and get to the juicy part. I know you're reading this and you want to jerk off. I'm the same)

So I won't drag it out. This story consists of several parts. Whether this actually happened or not is for you to decide, I see no point in convincing anyone of its realism. Just remember that sometimes reality can be much crazier than any of your fantasies. Did I know how that fateful day, May 7th, would ultimately turn out for me? When a man with the username Sok offered to meet up and suck him off in an abandoned building? Of course not. But I remember the excitement that gripped me then.

02 CORRESPONDENCE

Sok: You have fucking awesome photos. I'd adopt you and feed you cum every day. You're a very beautiful bitch.

Me: Thankies ^-^) nice to read that) I like being an obedient daughter for daddy)

Sok: Little daughter, do you want to eat today? He needs to be milked with your throat.

A photo followed. A sturdy man with a hairy chest and a bit of a belly sitting on a chair with his legs spread. A big, thick dick hanging between his legs. The large head was half exposed.

Well, what can I say, real men know how to take charge by force) Lately, I've started liking mature, hairy males, sturdy with a good dick between their legs. For some reason, you automatically want to get on all fours in front of someone like that, stick your butt out and spread your cheeks, exposing your hole and inviting him to enter.

Me: I want to. I'm hungry. But how?

Sok: I'll call you a taxi. Write the address you're coming from. There's an abandoned building in Victory Park. I'll be waiting for you there. I want to feed you while people are walking around.

Thrill? Fuck, that turns me on too. But a meeting in an abandoned building? Holy shit, that's alarming.

Me: What if you're a maniac?

Sok: Only a sexual one.

I didn't answer him. The idea is cool. I know the park, I know that abandoned building too. And I like to climb, wander around such places. I'm not really sure how to get inside, haven't been in. The building—some kind of theater house or something. Closed back in Soviet times...

Damn, I've never been in a place like that. It's really arousing. I imagined myself on my knees, leaning on the dusty concrete, hands cuffed behind my back, my head gripped by strong male hands and being impaled on a big, trembling-with-excitement cock... the sun shining through the window, birds singing, and people walking below (the abandoned building is two stories): young couples, mothers with children, and literally a dozen meters away from them a young guy in stockings is swallowing a grown man's cum... ugh, fuck! It even made my balls ache!

Me: I agree.

Sok: That's a good girl! Write the address to call a taxi from.

03 GETTING READY

Getting ready took me some time. But how fucking pleasant and exciting it was to get ready!

I understood, I felt, that now I was Sasha. Sasha. My male side was gone and now only a young, lustful bitch remained, who was going to get fucked. And I let her be inside me.

By the time our correspondence ended, I had already drunk a couple of cans of beer and, to tease myself even more, knocked back a couple of shots of vodka. It always energizes me and pulls me towards adventure.

Then—a quick check. I shaved my butt and legs yesterday, on the day my girlfriend Yulia left, so to speak, marking a week of freedom and whoring. My clit and balls were also smoothly shaved. I put on Yulia's underwear—black lace panties, a bra, black stockings. Before that, I gave myself an enema—cleaned out my back passage just in case things went to penetration.

I put on light trousers on top to hide my legs. And a shirt. I was a little nervous—what if the bra shows. I changed the shirt for an oversized one—that was better.

I inserted a small plug with a pink heart-shaped rhinestone into my butt, drank another shot of vodka, threw condoms and a tube of lube into my backpack, and went outside.

The feeling was fucking amazing! Warm, bright, my soul felt both scared and sweet. Adrenaline was pounding through my veins, ordinary people were walking by, and I was in stockings under my trousers with a plug in my butt. Going to the park to suck off an unknown man, while my beloved is texting me: "How are you, my kitty?" My head was spinning from the flood of emotions seasoned with alcohol.

Of course, I didn't order the car to my address, but from a store on the next street. As I approached the white Kia, a thought suddenly crept into my head: Maybe fuck it? Go back home, buy more alcohol, and have fun by myself?

I got scared of the unknown. But as they say, the eyes are afraid, but the hands do the work. And my hands were already opening the car door, my body was getting into the back seat, and the plug in my butt was pressing pleasantly, making me feel constant arousal that overrode common sense.

I went. And come what may...

04 THE ABANDONED BUILDING

Oleg (that was his real name) turned out to be a handsome middle-aged man with a backpack over his shoulders. Short-cropped hair with gray, attentive black bead-like eyes, fit, in a light shirt and regular jeans, clean-shaven (I hope between the legs too).

He met me at the park entrance with a smile, a little embarrassed. I smiled back and we walked along the central alley, exchanging banalities: how are you, how's the weather, all that.

Both understood why they were walking through the park, both wanted to quickly shed the norms of etiquette along with their clothes and get down to what they actually decided to meet for.

After 15 minutes of a leisurely walk (like a son and father strolling) we left the crowded part of the park, turned into the beginning of the woods. The abandoned building was already looming ahead.

Oleg asked if I had a female name and I said yes, Sasha. He smelled nice, and his eyes were getting oily, I saw how he was looking at my body. How he wanted to quickly take my clothes off and grope me. It was arousing. I admitted I'd had a bit to drink, he said he had too. Offered to have another drink in the abandoned building, said he had some with him. I didn't refuse.

Since there were fewer people around, our conversations became bolder. He asked me, like everyone does, how long I'd been into this, what I liked, what I'd tried, what I wanted. I answered, asked in return.

Approaching the abandoned building, I already knew that Oleg had a wife and a 14-year-old daughter. That he owned a small appliance repair business, had been bi since childhood and wasn't ashamed of it. Had met up with crossdressers a couple of times for one-offs, but always wanted to find a regular partner.

We got into the abandoned building easily. I gathered Oleg had been here before. Turning behind the house, we moved aside a sheet of iron, revealing a window half-blocked with bricks. A stump lay nearby; rolling it over, we easily climbed over the barrier and found ourselves inside. It was cooler and darker inside the abandoned building than outside, and quieter. Oleg suggested going up to the second floor. I agreed.

On the way, it was clear that teenagers actively used the building. Obscene graffiti on the walls, remains of campfires in various places, empty bottles, used condoms, trash—fucked up romance, of course, but I liked it.

On the second floor, we found a convenient little room with a door, closed it. There was nothing inside, just peeling walls, broken windows, and a windowsill where Oleg placed a bottle of vodka and simple snacks—pickles and sliced sausage and cheese. Right next to them, clinking, two shot glasses appeared.

— Let's, Sasha, to our acquaintance. — Oleg poured the vodka and handed me a shot glass.

We drank, had a bite, and Oleg said.

-Come on, baby girl, get undressed. I want to look at you.

I smiled. You don't have to persuade me for long. I turned my back to the man and started taking off my trousers, exposing my butt in women's panties and my smooth legs in stockings. Next, the shirt fell and I turned to Oleg.

-Fuck, you're sexy, baby girl. — He came up to me (Oleg was a head taller than me) his hands pleasantly squeezed my buttocks.

-Shall we continue our roleplay? You're my whore daughter, and I'm your father? — Oleg winked at me, squeezing my butt hard.

-With pleasure, daddy! — I smiled.

-Then pour daddy and yourself a drink. And then stand by the window, I'll examine you.

We drank some more. My head was pleasantly spinning. I leaned my hands on the windowsill with a drunken smile on my face, spread my legs a little and stuck my butt out slightly.

Oleg slapped each cheek a couple of times with his palm. Then he started kneading with his hands, squeezing my buttocks, brazenly, roughly, like an owner. That was fucking arousing and I moaned softly.

-Do you like it, bitch, when daddy touches you? — Oleg asked with excitement in his voice and gave my ass a couple more slaps. This time harder.

— Yes, daddy. Very much! — I answered in a thin voice, sticking my butt out even more.

My clit from these games suddenly swelled sharply and started protruding. Oleg saw this and grabbed it with his hand.

-M, bitch, I see you're already turned on. — he whispered passionately in my ear and then with a sharp movement ripped my panties off with a crack and crunch. — Fuck! What do we have here! You're quite the little mischief-maker, I see!

Oleg saw the little plug sticking out of my butt. With one hand he squeezed my clit hard, making me cry out, with the other he abruptly pulled the plug out of my hole with a wet, quiet "pop".

-Fucking awesome! — the man gave his verdict and pressed his lips and tongue to my hole.

In response to his caresses, I moaned, spread my legs even wider and spread my buttocks apart with my hands, exposing my open hole to him.

The touches of the wet, hot tongue were very pleasant. I felt with what passion Oleg was caressing my butt. How he kisses the hole with his lips, licks its edges, how he sinks his lips and teeth into the buttock, gently biting.

-Daddy, that feels so good! — I continued to moan.

-Me too, my little one. — said Oleg, tearing himself away from my butt — Your hole is simply amazing! — and again began to sweetly, passionately lick and kiss it.

I smiled, closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw a couple walking along the path below. Heh, if only they knew what was happening right next to them, if they just looked up!

Oleg tore himself away from licking my butt and gave me his fingers to lick. Two at once. And then those two fingers entered my hole roughly, brazenly, all the way, making me moan with pleasure once again.

I felt his fingers exploring me. Feeling, stroking my butt from the inside, trying to penetrate as deep as possible. Then, Oleg took his fingers out and again gave them to me to suck.

-They were just inside you. Do you like licking my fingers that were just in your hole? — the man asked roughly, squeezing my throat with his hand.

-Yes, daddy! — I squeaked thinly, feeling the wet fingers roughly invading my butt again. Moving back and forth, quickly, brazenly, stretching my hole.

-Fucking awesome hole! But I won't fuck it today. — said Oleg — I'll leave it for next time. Today I'm going to feed you, little daughter.

With these words, he grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me around, and put me on my knees. He took off his jeans, threw them aside, exposing his awakened, trembling-with-excitement handsome in front of my face. My mouth watered at the sight of it. The dick was big. Twenty centimeters long at least! And thick too. Like a stick of sausage. Straight, with a big red head, veins wrapped around the shaft = this cock was perfect for serving.

-Oh, daddy, your cock is just beautiful! — I exclaimed and greedily pressed my lips to it, covering it with wet, hot kisses.

Oleg moaned with pleasure and allowed me to caress his cock as I wanted. I attacked it greedily, passionately, like a starving bitch, began frantically kissing the head, licking it with my tongue, sliding down the shaft to the balls and kissing them, then going back up and taking the whole head into my mouth. I sucked with pleasure, giving myself entirely to lust. Took it deeper and deeper into my mouth, squeezed my lips so the cock would pass through them with difficulty. Felt it touching my palate, wanting to go further, deeper—into the firm, wet, and warm throat.

But I didn't let it, again and again releasing the hard, wet dick from my cozy little mouth to lick it from all sides. To suck onto the big, heavy balls like a leech and caress them inside my mouth.

-Oh, yes, bitch, you're so good! — Oleg purred contentedly, taking my head — Well, now let daddy play with you the way he wants.

The man forcefully pressed his cock against my lips, opening them and penetrating my mouth. The cock hit the palate, slid down the throat, cutting off my breath.

-You do want daddy to feed you, don't you? — Oleg asked, looking at me from below. Like an owner at his obedient bitch.

I couldn't answer with a cock in my mouth. I could only nod.

And then he started fucking me. Brazenly, boldly, as he wanted. As if my throat was a vagina. And from this animal onslaught, I felt my clit start to cum, unable to withstand the sexual tension. At that same moment, I surrendered to the feelings that had seized me.

Oleg fucked my throat, inserting his cock deeper and deeper, the alcohol dulled the pain, but it was still uncomfortable from his thrusts