Daddy’s Slut Boy

Daddy comes home his 14 year old son dressed as a schoolgirl slut moaning for daddy cock

"Daddy, fuck me—please..." The whispery, high-pitched moan hit me the second I pushed open the door to Jamie’s bedroom. My breath caught. There he was, sprawled across his bed in that ridiculous slutty schoolgirl outfit—short pleated skirt hiked up, white thigh-highs stretched tight, and a too-small blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the smooth, hairless curve of his chest. His hand was already wrapped around his little cock, stroking lazily while his hips twitched against the sheets.

I’d seen him like this before—plenty of times, actually—but tonight something about the way he bit his lip, the way his legs trembled as he rubbed himself, made my own cock swell against my slacks. Jamie had been getting bolder lately, testing boundaries, leaving his door cracked just enough so I’d have to see him. Clever boy.

I didn’t hesitate—never did with Jamie—just stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me with my heel. The click of the latch was loud in the quiet room. His eyes flicked up, dark and wide, but he didn’t stop stroking himself, just arched his back a little more, pushing his hips up off the bed like an offering. "Daddy," he whined, dragging out the word, all breathy and broken, and fuck if that didn’t go straight to my cock.

I crossed the room in three strides, my fingers already working my belt loose. "Look at you," I growled, letting my slacks drop, my dick springing free, thick and heavy between my thighs. Jamie licked his lips, his hand moving faster now, twisting around the head of his little cock in that way he knew drove me wild. "You been waiting for me, baby?" I palmed his thigh, rough, squeezing the soft flesh there, and he gasped, nodding frantically.

"Uh-huh, Daddy, all day—" His voice cracked, high and sweet, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while the other shoved his skirt up around his waist. No panties, of course—just his smooth, pink little hole, already glistening wet. My boy had prepared himself. I groaned, grinding my cock against him, letting him feel how hard he made me. "Such a good slut for me," I muttered, and he whimpered, bucking up against me.

I didn’t tease him—didn’t need to, not with how ready he was. Just lined myself up and pushed in, one brutal thrust that had him crying out, his back bowing off the bed. "Fuck, Daddy, fuck—" he babbled, legs locking around my hips, pulling me deeper. He was so tight, so hot inside, and I gave him exactly what he wanted, fucking him hard and fast, the bed slamming against the wall with every snap of my hips. His little cock bounced between us, leaking all over his stomach, and I reached down to squeeze it, grinning when he screamed.

His body clenched around me like a vise, every muscle in his skinny little frame tightening as I drove into him without mercy. The wet slap of skin against skin drowned out his whimpers for a moment—but only for a moment. Jamie had never been quiet, not when he was getting fucked, and tonight was no exception. "Daddy—Daddy, harder!" he sobbed, nails digging into my forearms, his legs trembling where they hooked behind my back. His cock was a hot, sticky brand against my stomach, twitching with every thrust, and I wrapped my fingers around it again, squeezing just to hear him shriek.

I could feel him starting to tense, his hole fluttering around me in that telltale way, and I leaned down to bite at his throat, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin there. "Gonna come already?" I growled against his pulse, and he nodded wildly, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. "Please, Daddy, please let me—" His voice broke into a moan as I twisted my hand around his cockhead, thumb pressing into the slit. That was all it took. He came with a choked-off scream, his whole body seizing up as stripes of white shot across his chest, some of it splattering against my chin.

The way his body milked me was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I slowed my thrusts, grinding deep, letting him feel every inch of me as he shuddered through the aftershocks. His breath came in ragged little gasps, his eyelashes fluttering, and I brushed my lips over his forehead. "Good boy," I murmured, and he whimpered, nuzzling into my touch like a kitten.

Once he’d caught his breath, I rolled us onto our sides, pulling him back against my chest. His skirt was rucked up around his waist, his blouse hanging off one shoulder, and I ran my hand down his belly, smearing his come across his skin. He squirmed, oversensitive, but didn’t pull away—just tipped his head back against my shoulder, his lips parting in a silent plea. I kissed him then, slow and deep, tasting the salt on his tongue, and he melted into me, pliant and eager.

His lips were still parted when I pulled back, his breath warm and quick against my mouth. I traced the curve of his hip with my fingers, still slick with his come, and felt him shiver. "Daddy," he murmured, the word soft and sticky-sweet, like syrup. I knew what he wanted—knew he’d ask for it soon—but I let him squirm a little longer, pressing my cock against the cleft of his ass just to hear him whine.

"Tell me," I said, nipping at his earlobe. His skin tasted like summer, like the salt of his sweat and something faintly sweet, like the strawberry shampoo he’d used that morning. His breath hitched, and he arched back against me, his little cock already twitching back to life against my thigh. "Want you inside me again," he whispered, wriggling his hips like he could already feel me there. "Slow this time, please—please, Daddy—"

I chuckled, low and rough, and slid my hand down to cup him, fingers teasing at his wet hole. He was still loose from my earlier fucking, still slick with lube and come, but he clenched around my fingertips like he was trying to pull me back in. "Greedy," I teased, rubbing slow circles just outside his rim. He gasped, his thighs trembling, and I pressed a single finger inside, just to feel him flutter around me.

"Not greedy," he panted, pushing back onto my hand. "Just love how you feel." His voice was so earnest, so fucking adorable, that I had to kiss him again, swallowing his little moans as I worked another finger into him. He was so soft inside, so warm, and I curled my fingers just to hear him sob. His cock leaked against my stomach, a fresh trickle of precome smearing between us, and I palmed it lazily, grinning when he jerked into my touch.

His body arched against mine like a bowstring, every muscle taut as I stretched him open with my fingers. "Daddy—" His voice cracked, high and breathless, and I watched his face crumple with pleasure as I twisted my hand just right. The way his hole clung to my fingers, fluttering like a heartbeat, sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock. I could’ve fucked him right then—should’ve, maybe—but I wanted to draw this out, wanted to watch him unravel beneath me all over again.

I pulled my fingers free with a slow, wet drag, chuckling at the way his hips chased the loss. "Patience, baby," I murmured, nipping at the delicate shell of his ear. His whine was immediate, petulant, but he stilled when I wrapped my hand around my cock, guiding it between his cheeks. The head caught against his slick hole, and he shuddered, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That’s it," I coaxed, pressing forward just enough to make him whimper. "Take me nice and slow."

And he did—god, he did. His body opened for me like a flower, tight and trembling, as I pushed inside inch by torturous inch. The heat of him was unbearable, clenching around me like a fist, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from slamming home. Jamie’s breath hitched, his fingers twisting in the sheets, and I smoothed a hand down his trembling flank. "Breathe, baby," I reminded him, and he exhaled shakily, relaxing just enough for me to sink deeper.

When I was finally sheathed to the hilt, I stilled, letting him adjust, letting the ache of fullness settle into his bones. His little cock twitched against his belly, already leaking again, and I ran my thumb over the head just to watch him squirm. "Daddy," he moaned, his voice thick with tears, and I kissed the nape of his neck, tasting salt and sweat. "Feel good?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded frantically, his hips rocking back in tiny, desperate circles. "So good," he gasped. "Please move—please—"

I gave him what he wanted—slow, grinding rolls of my hips that had him whimpering into the pillow beneath him. His body clenched around me in rhythm, every little flutter of his hole dragging a groan from my throat. He was so fucking tight, still, even after being stretched open—like his body was made to milk me dry. "Daddy," he sobbed, his voice cracking on the word, and I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against my chest. His back arched, pressing his ass up into my lap, and I bit down on the curve of his shoulder just to hear him scream.

The pace was lazy, indulgent—nothing like the brutal fucking I’d given him earlier. This time, I savored him, dragging my cock out until just the tip was seated inside before pushing back in with slow, deliberate thrusts. Jamie shuddered with every movement, his breath hitching in that sweet, broken way I loved. His little cock was trapped between his belly and the mattress, smearing precome into the sheets, and I reached down to cup him, squeezing gently. He keened, his hips jerking forward into my hand, and I chuckled against his damp skin. "Easy, baby," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. "Daddy’s got you."

I could feel him trembling beneath me, his muscles taut with the effort of holding back. He’d always been like this—desperate to come but too obedient to do it without permission. I tightened my grip around his cock, just enough to make him gasp, and he whined, high and needy. "Can I—please, Daddy, can I—?" His voice was ragged, his thighs shaking where they bracketed mine, and I rocked into him harder, grinding deep. "Not yet," I growled, nipping at his earlobe. "Gonna make you wait, baby. Gonna make you feel it."

He sobbed, his fingers clawing at the sheets, but he didn’t argue—just arched his back, offering himself up for whatever I wanted to give him. Fuck, he was perfect like this—pliant and eager, his body molded to mine like we were made for each other. I sped up just a fraction, just enough to have him panting, his hole clenching around me like a vice. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, mingling with his choked-off moans and the creak of the bedframe.

Jamie's fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding on while I worked him open with agonizing slowness. The muscles in his thighs trembled against mine, his breath coming in short, hiccupping gasps every time I pulled nearly all the way out before sinking back in. "Daddy—" His voice cracked like thin ice, high and fragile, and I pressed my lips to the damp curve of his shoulder, tasting salt.

I curled my free hand around his throat, not squeezing—just holding, just feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath my fingers. His skin was fever-hot, sticky with sweat where our bodies pressed together, and when I thumbed over his Adam's apple, he moaned like I'd touched his cock instead. "Look at you," I murmured against his ear, rolling my hips in a slow circle that had him clenching around me. "Taking me so deep, baby. You feel that?"

He nodded desperately, his eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. His little cock was a hard, leaking line against his belly, twitching with every shallow thrust I gave him. I slid my hand down from his throat to palm his chest, thumbing over one pink nipple just to hear him whine. His back arched, pushing his ass harder against my hips, and I chuckled darkly, pinching the bud between my fingers until he sobbed.

The air smelled like sex—like sweat and lube and the sharp, musky tang of Jamie's arousal. His hole clung to me like a second skin, fluttering every time I dragged my cockhead over that sweet spot inside him. He was babbling now, nonsense words and half-formed pleas, his voice thick with tears. "Daddy, please—I can't—I'm gonna—" His hips jerked forward, his cock pulsing against his stomach, and I tightened my grip around the base, cutting off his orgasm before it could start.

Jamie let out a shattered cry when I denied his climax, his whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. His hole clamped down on me so tight it almost hurt, that slick heat pulsing in frantic little spasms as he teetered on the edge. "Shh," I soothed, kissing the sweat-damp curve of his shoulder while my hand stayed firm around the base of his cock. "Not yet, baby. Daddy wants to feel you come around my cock first."

The way he whined—high and broken, like a puppy denied its treat—sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to my groin. His hips twitched helplessly between my thrusts and my restraining grip, his ass clenching around me in wet, rhythmic squeezes. I could feel every flutter of his insides, every desperate contraction as he tried to milk an orgasm out of himself. Fuck, he was beautiful like this—overwhelmed and oversensitive, his skin flushed pink from collar to hips, his breath coming in ragged little hitches.

I sped up my thrusts just a fraction, just enough to have him gasping, his fingers clawing at the sheets beneath us. The headboard knocked against the wall in a steady, muffled rhythm, drowned out by the wet slap of skin and Jamie's hitched moans. "Daddy—Daddy, please—" His voice cracked on a sob, his thighs shaking where they pressed against mine. "I can't—it's too much—"

"That's it," I growled, squeezing his cock just hard enough to make him yelp. "Take it, baby. Take what Daddy gives you." My hips snapped forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that had him screaming. His back arched violently, his hole clamping down on me like a vise as his little cock twitched helplessly in my grip. Precome dripped freely from his tip now, pooling in the hollow of his stomach, and I thumbed over the slit just to watch his entire body seize.

Jamie's breath hitched in a way that told me he was close—that trembling, gasping edge where his whole body tightened like a coiled spring. I could feel it in the way his hole fluttered around my cock, those tight little spasms that begged me to push him over. But I held back, keeping my thrusts slow and deep, savoring the way his tears dampened the pillow beneath his cheek. "Daddy—" His voice was raw, cracked open with need, and I wrapped my free hand around his throat again, not to choke but to feel the frantic jump of his pulse.

"You gonna come for me?" I murmured against his ear, biting down just hard enough to make him whimper. His nod was frantic, his hips jerking forward into my restraining grip, and I finally loosened my fingers around his cock. The second I did, he came with a shattered cry, his back bowing off the bed as stripes of white painted his stomach. His hole clenched around me like a fist, milking me with every pulse, and I couldn't hold back anymore—I fucked him through it, my thrusts turning rough and erratic until my own orgasm tore through me with a groan.

I came deep inside him, grinding my hips against his ass to make sure every drop stayed where it belonged. Jamie whimpered at the sensation, oversensitive but pliant, his body still trembling with aftershocks as I pulled out slowly. My come leaked from his used hole, dripping down his thighs, and I swiped a finger through the mess before bringing it to his lips. He opened his mouth without hesitation, his tongue darting out to lick me clean, his eyes hazy with satisfaction. "Good boy," I murmured, brushing his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead.

He nuzzled into my touch like a kitten, his breaths still uneven, and I rolled us onto our sides so I could pull him against my chest. His skin was sticky with sweat and come, his little cock still twitching occasionally against my thigh, but he curled into me without complaint. I traced idle circles on his hip, feeling the way his muscles jumped under my touch. "Did so good for me," I told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His answering sigh was content, his body going boneless against mine.

The room smelled thick with sweat and sex, the kind of heavy air that sticks to your skin. Jamie shifted against me, his breathing still uneven, his legs tangled with mine like he was afraid I might slip away if he didn’t hold on. I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the way his muscles twitched under my touch—oversensitive, but still eager. His little cock was soft now, nestled against his thigh, but I could already feel the heat building under his skin again. My boy never stayed down for long.

"Daddy?" His voice was sleep-rough, sticky with exhaustion, but there was that familiar undercurrent of want. He tilted his head back to look at me, his dark eyes glassy but focused. His lips were swollen from biting them earlier, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss him again, slow and deep. He melted into it with a soft noise, his fingers curling into my chest hair like he needed something to ground him.

I pulled back just enough to see his face. "Yeah, baby?"

His cheeks flushed pink, his eyelashes fluttering as he glanced down between us. His hand drifted to his own stomach, smearing the mess of his own come absently. "Can you…" He hesitated, his throat working as he swallowed. "Can you suck me? Just—just for a little bit?"

Jamie's request sent another bolt of heat straight to my already stirring cock. The way he asked—shy but insistent, his fingers tracing lazy patterns in the mess on his stomach—made my throat tighten. I palmed his cheek, thumb brushing over his damp lower lip. "Turn over," I murmured, giving his hip a gentle nudge. He obeyed instantly, rolling onto his back with his legs falling open in invitation, that pretty little cock already half-hard again against his belly.

I slid down the bed, my hands skimming up his inner thighs, feeling him tremble under my touch. The smell of him—salt and sex and something uniquely Jamie—hit me as I bent between his legs. His hole was still slick with my come, glistening pink and used, but it was his cock I wanted now. I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, and leaned down to lick a slow stripe from root to tip.

His hips jerked off the mattress immediately, a high whine tearing from his throat. "D-Daddy—" His hands fisted in the sheets, his legs tensing around my shoulders as I took the head into my mouth. He was so small, so perfectly mine, that I could swallow him whole with barely any effort. I did just that, sinking down until his little cock nudged the back of my throat, and he let out a broken cry, his back arching off the bed.

The taste of him—bitter-salt and heat—flooded my mouth as I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around his shaft. His thighs quivered against my ears, his breath coming in frantic little hitches above me. "Oh fuck—oh fuck, Daddy—" His voice cracked on a sob, his fingers tangling in my hair, not pushing—just holding on. I hummed around him, feeling his cock twitch against my tongue, and he let out a sound like a wounded animal.

Jamie's thighs trembled against my shoulders as I swallowed him deeper, my nose brushing the soft thatch of hair above his cock. His fingers tightened in my hair—not pulling, just clinging—while his hips jerked in tiny, involuntary thrusts. I let him fuck my throat for a moment, holding perfectly still as he whimpered above me, his breath coming in ragged little gasps. When his movements grew frantic, I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning at his frustrated groan.

"Shh," I murmured, tracing circles on his inner thigh with my thumb. His skin was fever-hot, damp with sweat, and he shuddered under my touch. "Daddy's gonna take care of you." I bent back down, this time licking a slow, teasing stripe along the underside of his cock, savoring the way his entire body tensed. His toes curled against my back, his legs shaking where they bracketed my head, and I chuckled against his skin. "So sensitive," I murmured, blowing lightly on the wet trail I'd left. He whined, his hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea, and I finally took him back into my mouth—slow this time, savoring every inch.

His little cock pulsed against my tongue as I worked him over with slow, deliberate sucks, my hand cupping his balls gently. The noises he made—those high, broken whimpers—were fucking music. I could feel his thighs tightening around me, his breath hitching in that telltale way, and I knew he was close. I sped up just a fraction, hollowing my cheeks, and he cried out, his back bowing off the mattress. "Daddy—I'm gonna—" His voice cracked, his fingers twisting in my hair, and I hummed around him, urging him on.

He came with a sob, his hips stuttering as his little cock twitched against my tongue. The taste—bitter and salt—flooded my mouth as he spilled, his body shaking through the aftershocks. I swallowed every drop, sucking him through it until his fingers went slack in my hair and his thighs trembled against my shoulders. When I finally pulled off, his cock was soft against his stomach, his chest rising and falling in ragged little breaths.

I crawled back up the bed, gathering him into my arms before he could protest. His skin was damp with sweat, his limbs loose with exhaustion, and he curled into me instinctively, his head tucking under my chin. His breath warmed my collarbone, his fingers twitching against my ribs like even in sleep, he was reaching for me.

The room smelled like us—like sex and sweat and the faint sweetness of Jamie's shampoo. I traced idle patterns on his spine, feeling the way his breathing evened out against me. His eyelashes fluttered against my chest, his lips parted just enough to show the faint pink of his tongue.

"You did so good," I murmured into his hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. He hummed sleepily in response, nuzzling closer, his legs tangling with mine under the sheets. His skin was fever-warm where we touched, his heartbeat steady against my ribs.