Hendry

It didn't take more than a glance –
fingering him delicately-shaped ankle, sweeping up to the thigh-high
tops of him stockings, just the barest glimpse of skin through the
black transparent bolo panties, upward getting grabby to the soft
pecs and rigid nipples – to grow a haunting rough wanting. Of
course him face was composed in a frigid “You'll never fuck me”
smile and petite sassy, sexy expressions. With the slightest nod of
my throbbing head in him direction.

That was Hendry, born Henry Dryden
something-something.

I could feel my balls tightening like
maturing walnuts, bigger than avocado pits and taut as fuck. It felt
like instant boner and literally ached up and down the shaft vein, my
cockhead felt like it was pulling me closer Hendry with every breath.

He/she leaned close to my ear and
breathed those five words I love to hear. “Want to fuck me,
Daddy?”

him tongue snaked from between him lips
and she traced it around the whorls of my ear. Right, then left,
then right. And then thime was a soft breeze of him breath again.
“Please?”

“My name is...” I began but him
double-fingers pressed my mouth.

“I already know. It's Daddy. I'm
Hendry. Or whatever you want to call me, Daddy. Okay?”

him fingers caressed down my chest,
across my straitening stomach, lightly – accidentally – brushing
over my cock and balls before settling on my thigh. She made a loud
sucking sound. The othim dancers and drinkers giggled,
“Sssssssssss.” Hendry said outloud. “Oh, Daddy. It's a big
one.”

“I want it hime,” she continued,
grazing him fingertips over him licked-wet mouth.

She swiveled halfway around and
wriggled him hips as sensuously as an Egyptian bellydancer. Hendry
thrust him ass crack at me, the luscious buttocks seeming like they
were parting to enveloped my hardening cock. “I want it hime,
Daddy!” him voice was the sexiest one I had heard in a very long
time.

Hendry spun around again, went down in
a squat right in front of me. She glanced right, then left, then
back as him hands were fondling my cock.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,”,

him style was all approach. I admit
it. I was harder than I'd been in ages, My cockhead was literally
throbbing, straining against the metal cockring beneath my glans. My
hand dropped heavily on the back of Hendry's neck, grinding my hips,
roughly wiping my cock and balls across his face. Fuck, it felt so
good after so long without this, this want, this need.

I stepped back, away from Hendry's
clinging arms. His eyes flicked upward and shyly down again. “I'll
be good, Daddy. Promise.”

She leaned closer again. Lips pursing
to kiss directly on the tip of my cock through my jeans.

I think that's when he started
purring.