"Okay, daddy. I'll wait for someone who loves me like you do," I whisper.I realize that if he ever said that he wants me, he needs me, I'm the one for...him, I'd believe him. Because he loves me. Holy shit! I hope he doesn't understand it like that, or he'll never want to be around again. I pretend I'm falling asleep, but my heart is beating really fast and my breathing isn't as constant as it should be. The image of him leaning over and kissing my exposed neck comes out of nowhere and makes me. It felt almost as if she was massaging my entire body with her own, but there was a slight awkwardness to it. She was pressing her pussy down on me at the wrong angle, one that actually was starting to hurt a bit.I slid my hand down, grasping my eager erection with my hand, adjusting it slightly. I knew the danger, and I knew that she had to know it as well. But she didn't seem to care, and dammit I was a man. I wanted her, and as I felt her lips spreading over my naked cockhead again, I felt. He smiled, grabbed my hair and pulled my head off his cock. As I was catching my breath he sat back down in the chair. He was fiddling with some things in a drawer and told me to take off my clothes. I removed my dress and panties. He turned me back around and said sit on my lap. I sat down and felt his warm hard cock against my skin. He pulled me back on him and pushed my legs over each arm of the chair. His cock was so huge, it felt like it covered the length of my spine. I. More to the point I was striking out the ladies more than I cared to count. They seemed more stuck up than usual. The last one didnt even let me within 15 inches of her before she walked away. But my douchebag friends that look and dance like the guys from Jersey Shore when drunk had about fifteen girls all vying for thier attention. One went as so far to pull off her shirt and start shaking her large tits in his face. He liked it. The DJ liked it. She got ejected from the club. So I stayed at.