Perro

You sat on the stool by your counter, you had just returned from hanging out with some friends. You hadn’t felt like putting in the effort to change into some comfy clothes. Your outfit consisted of black jean shorts, a cropped black long sleeve and your docs. You played games on your phone, dreading the process of getting ready for bed and taking your makeup off and changing.

You were pulled out of your self-loathing by a knock on your door. You did a mental check list of all the things that you could have possibly forgotten, wondering if maybe your friends had come to return something. But you found that you had everything you left with. You walked up to the door, looked through the peep hole and saw a disheveled Mr. O’hara; the man who’s daughter you’ve been babysitting. You questioned opening the door but against your better judgement, you did.

“Mr. O’hara?” You asked, unable to hide the tone of disgust in your voice as he stumbled into your apartment, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. “Eres Hermosa…” he slurred as he stumbled towards me, pinning me against the counter. I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed him, knocking the large man to the floor. You wondered what happened to him to have pushed him to get this shit faced and why he came here out of all places?

The man groaned and tried to crawl towards you. “Please cariño… you’re so perfect. Please let me make you feel good.” This sentence shocked you as he kneeled by your thigh. Was this something you wanted to get yourself into? He was a beautiful man but he was rather pitiful in this situation.

You decided that this was a situation you could use in your favour possibly. You pulled out your phone, his eyes too fixated on your bare legs to notice. You hit record on your phone and shook the man off your leg. He whimpered a quiet please as he detached from you, you kicked him on to his ass, as his back rested against the wall.

“Take your clothes off then.” You ordered him. Watching him scramble to obey you made you feel so powerful. This was a married man, nearly 25 years older than you, acting like a damn fool just for the possibility of him being able to please you.

Miguel, now naked, had the largest and hardest erection you’ve possibly ever seen. He kneeled before you, not daring to meet your eyes. You placed your phone behind you, so your hands were free. You stepped closer to him and grabbed his face aggressively and made him look you in the eyes. His eyes were slightly puffy and his face was tear stained. Evidence of him clearly crying before he was here. “Look me in my eyes, perro.” You snapped at him and he did exactly that. You stepped on his groin with your shoe and he rounded his back and the sensation, letting out a small cry. “More…” he whined as you let go of his face.

“Look at you. Disgusting old man…” You shook your head and grabbed your phone once more, wanting to capture this moment more than anything. You moved your boot against his erection, putting more of your weight on him. He panted and moaned, throwing his head back and hitting it against the wall behind him. He was a mess, clearly enjoying the pain you were inflicting. You laughed at the sight, making sure your camera caught every aspect of this.

You laughed at him for a bit before he whined and tried moving his hips under your boot. You slapped him hard for moving, only then applying more pressure to his erection. His breath only continued to get shallower.

He mumbled thank yous and desperate please but you didn’t budge. You slapped him once more and his breath became heavier and faster “You’ll listen to what I say, don’t go acting all stupid now.” You ordered once more and he eagerly nodded. “Yes ma’am…” he whimpered.

You grabbed his perfectly chiseled jaw, he continued to squeeze his eyes shut. “Open.” You said, to which he opened his eyes at you, not noticing the camera filming everything. “Open your mouth, idiot.” You barked and he did just that. With his mouth open and eyes staring at you, filled with lust, you spat right onto his tongue and told him to swallow; which he did promptly.

He opened his mouth to show that it was gone. You took the liberty of sticking your fingers on his tongue. “Good boy… now suck.” You ordered, earning a moan at the small praise. You moved your foot around on his cock and he sucked harder in response to the stimulation.

“Please… You deserve to feel good. Let me please you…” he whined out. You stepped back from him, observing the string of saliva that connected you to his mouth and the amount of pre cum on his beautiful abdomen.

“Come.” You signalled for him to follow which he did promptly. You sat on the couch, unzipping your jean shorts. “Show me how badly you want to please this pretty pussy.” You said and he did just that, gently sliding your shorts down, followed by kisses to your clothed mound.

“Please can I taste you?” He asked, basically drooling. “Go ahead, chucho.” You said and he pulled your panties down in an animalistic way, he enjoyed the view of how wet you were. “Go on.” You encouraged him and he quickly dug his face between your legs and fucked you with his tongue. You couldn’t help but squirm at the feeling, his tongue long and talented although he was drunk. “Good boy… yes… keep doing that.” You grabbed his hair, guiding him deeper and deeper.

You pulled his head away from where it was, the both of you panting. He licked his lips that were coated with your slick. “Fuck me, Miguel.” You said, still panting from him tongue fucking you.

He quickly obliged, almost as if you’d change your mind if he didn’t act fast. He grabbed your hips and greedily stuck his full length into you. You saw a literal tear fall from his eye as he fucked you.

“Fuck Miguel!” You screamed as you were sent over the edge. His pace did not slow. The overstimulation causing you to scratch at his arms and pus at his abdomen which only made him fuck you harder, he was a panting, moaning and crying mess. “I-I can’t go much longer… ay dios mío…” you groaned but he was too busy chasing his own high to respond but within seconds of you saying that, he pulled out with a lewd pop. He came all over your exposed stomach.

The two of you were left panting messes, you were shocked that he had came on your stomach. “Clean me up, you cannot leave me like this.” You said and pointed to the mess he had left. “Yes ma’am.” He said and licked every last bead of cum off your stomach and your pussy.

You two sat there in silence for a moment and then you slapped Miguel, he looked at you with a face of adoration. “You idiot, you have a wife and kid at home and you’re fucking a girl 25 years younger than you?” You bashed him, he became a bit ashamed as you spoke. “B-but you’re so beautiful how could I resist?” He replied.

“Miguel, you need to go home.” You ordered and he pitifully picked himself up and headed towards the pile of clothes he had removed earlier. You followed him, slapping him on the ass as he threw his t-shirt on.

He leaned against the wall and re-dressed himself. You walked towards him, pulled him down to your level and kissed him. “Make good choices O’hara…” You teased, opened the door and he stared at it.

He grabbed you one last time and kissed your lips, you kissed bad and smiled once he pulled away. He walked out the door and you decided to just take off your shoes and shorts and just sleep; tonight was eventful…

***

Miguel woke up the next morning, his head pounding but clear about what happened the previous night. He rolled over and began checking his phone.

’1 new message’

It was from you. It was a few video attachments. Miguel viewed them and his heart dropped.

‘What did I get myself into….?’