Yes...yes...”“Do you want to stop whore?”I was so close to cumming, so close, I couldn’t believe when I heard myself say, “No...no...please.....”“That’s a good whore. My whore. I fucking own you” With that he tugged on the collar. The shock, the excitement, the filthiness and shame, it was all too much and I exploded with pleasure and disgust. “YES!!!” I shuddered, my pussy tightened and squeezed as I felt his old cock explode in my young pussy. I collapsed forward on him, my head on his heaving. I have no desire to wait. If you do bring something, it's already a part of you, and I want all of you, no barriers and no limits. Earlier today, I told Sandy I've never before felt more like a woman, and tonight, I want you to make me your woman. I want you to enter me and remain with me. I want you to fill my void. I want to feel your sperm swim through my womb, so I can fantasize about them meeting up with my egg and creating new love. I have nothing but dreams left, and I love your. She broke into a huge smile and pushed at the sweatpants hanging low on my hips. I let her struggle for a moment before sitting up and pushing them down. My cock immediately sprang into the air, relieved at its new found freedom. My daughter’s eyes immediately went wide. She was always so astounded by my cock. It was nothing impressive, by no means a monster, but it was hers. She was proud of that fact. Ever since our first time coming together I knew that I never wanted to be buried inside. ‘It was an exquisite party, but that awful Charles Thompson kept following me all night, pestering me to dance with him. He almost ruined my evening.’ ‘I rather think he fancies you,’ Violet said with a sly smile. ‘Actually, you’re right, he does,’ she replied matter of factly. Surprised by her friend’s uncharacteristic egotism, Violet regarded her with raised eyebrows. ‘Vi, can you believe it? Mr. Thompson actually sought my father out at his poker game that night and asked if he could call on.