So I may have continued seeing this Panty Man for entirely selfish purposes. How could I stop the desire? I mean, he’s a looker AND he’s charming with a deliciously nefarious mind. Needless to say he’s earned his mark on my 2025 Slut Resolutions bingo card - I’m his Princess and anal service slut, and he proudly took on the title of being the Daddy who spoils me with his haaandsome, THICK cock.

I did such a good job blowing Daddy on Monday night that he wanted to properly fuck my ass the next day, while wearing my collar and a short skirt. It was incredibly exciting! We would be meeting up at a private lounge, but I wanted to go a little earlier by myself to make myself available for a chat with whatever patrons might be there (usually single men).

I was enjoying my ice cold Topo Chico when a young, little curly headed ray of sunshine sat next to me. He was asking about the lounge, wondering if there was something he was missing as it was mostly men and mostly barren (it was early in the evening). I told him that there are certainly better days to come and that it was a little too early for the best parts. He seemed sweet and was very charming, so I decided to show him videos of myself masturbating anally. Needless to say, he was MINDBLOWN!

What he did know is that I was in my short little plaid pleated skirt, but what he was missing is that my thong underneath poorly concealed the thickest plug I’ve ever put in my ass. This baby-pink plug that I would occasionally shift my hips to make my seated wait more interesting. My cunt was SOAKED.

He begged me to go to the private upstairs area with him, but I told him I had strict plans and the matching desire to only fuck Daddy, in my ass, upstairs. Defeated but horny by his own admission, he left shortly before Daddy arrived.

Daddy was BEAMING when he walked in, and my face was suddenly filled with a glowing, cheek to cheek smile. I felt my ass twitch, pretty pink plug making its presence known. Seems there was a smile across both of my sets of cheeks. 🤭

After a brief catchup and a few kisses exchanges, Daddy asked if I was ready to go upstairs. Elated, I responded, “Of course, Daddy!” Pulling my hand gently, he led me upstairs and I sat on his lap in a cute booth, kissing on him and stroking his already-hard cock over his pants. Christ, he was practically about to tear them open with how engorged his thick, gorgeous cock was. I was salivating, ready to invite him into my mouth.

He had me stand up and turned me around (facing away from him) as he began kissing the side of my head and neck. I felt my head begin to swim into my subspace, meanwhile he fastened my pink collar around my neck and whispered witchcraft into my ear that sent me immediately into the deepest and darkest corners of subspace. At this point, all of my willpower was no longer mine. I was entirely his.

I dropped down to my knees without hesitation, per Daddy’s orders. It was time for his first treat: more head. He pulled his pants down, exposing his girthy, veiny erection. I had attempted to immediately take him into my throat and struggled some as he was engorged to a point I had never seen before. I tried several times until I had to pull away to look up at his eyes and say, “You’re MASSIVE today!” The smile on his face widened and I felt his cock twitch in my hand.

I sat next to him on the booth and leaned over for a better angle, more than eager to rectify the situation. I mean, come on, his cock belongs in my throat. I wasn’t about to let anything stop me! On I continued, taking his entire length in and out of my mouth, occasionally stopping and swirling my tongue around his cock as he was balls-deep in my mouth and throat. He would groan and stroke my hair, occasionally telling me about who would wander by and catch a glimpse.

As I was working his cock, hands-free, he praised my work constantly and at one point asked me to lick his balls. As eager as always, I went right to work, stroking him with one hand and using the other to lick, gently suck on, and rub my lips all over them. I was getting greedy. I would also resume my fellating and use my hand to carefully guide his balls to my lips and tongue when I’d take all of him into my mouth. His moans and praise only fueled my frenzied cock-starved enthusiasm to perform its finest work. I would pull away just to admire the strings of saliva tethering this beautifully engorged cock to my face, all parties grinning and thoroughly cheery.

He eventually told me to bend over the table in front of us and pulled my plug out, fingering both of my holes, both eager for his touch. Daddy was speaking the wonders of his little holes on his perfect little Princess, admiring from a little ways back, arm’s length, as he held and stroked my hips. He asked if I was ready and I responded with a simple, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy, I’m ready for your fat cock to take my ass.” “THAT’s my girl!”

I turned around and kissed him and he told me to face the side. He bent me over the booth we had just been sitting in and we slowly slipped his faaaat cock in, and I slowly worked him in and out, struggling a bit. Daddy immediately grabbed my torso and pulled my head up to his. He softly says into my ear, “Take it, babygirl. I know you can take my full cock. Come on, sweet girl. You’re doing fucking fantastic” meanwhile he’s pushing more of himself in carefully. My body continued to relax and suddenly…I was locked in.

I’m not sure what came over me, but I got the last of him in with a simple push of my hips back. The energy in the room shifted. I started moving very quickly, getting him in and out of my ass, back arched with pleasure. In and out, as I backed up into him as hard and fast as I could. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, until he demanded it so.

He hiked my skirt up more and caressed my hips as he literally POUNDED my ass, slapping my cheeks and pulling at my hips. Staying quiet was difficult, and a couple had started to watch us at some point.

I didn’t mind at all, chuckling as I looked back at him, taking turns bitting my lip and smiling at him. My eyes would occasionally be grazed by meeting his. I was holding his hands and pushing back into each stroke, exuding the perfection his cock deserved.

He would stop moving suddenly and I would take the lead, working him all the way in and out at whatever pace I wanted. Slow. Quick. Gyrating. Pulling at his hands or him pulling at me. We did this until he eventually came deeeeeeeep in my ass. 🥰🤤🤤🤤🤤

Being an anal service slut with a man who clearly worships my Princess-level demands is certainly a peak experience. I’m here for it all.