England is My Daddy // a nick crompton smut story

Nick Crompton was just in his house alone, as per usual on this fairly average day. The weather was pleasant and there was a light breeze floating through the house. The neighbourhood was tranquil and peaceful, with birdsong and swirling leaves being the only sound. Well, the only sound besides the rustling of paper and light moans escaping from Nick's bedroom.

He was leant back over his bed in a state of ecstasy, moans escaping his lips as he moved the paper over his hard cock. The map of England was starting to become soggy from the pre-come dripping down from his tip. He paused and gazed down, positioning London over the tip of his member and rubbing vigorously to bring him to the edge of release. Just before he was about to cum, he removed the map from his length and rolled it into a tube, forcing the stiff lubed roll up his ass. He let out a scream of pleasure, and started pounding it into himself, screaming even louder once he found his prostate.

He had yet again reached the brink of an orgasm when the door slammed open violently. Nick let out a yelp and hid the incriminating evidence under the bedsheets.

Suddenly, Nicks senses had been heightened and he could hear the thumping of his heartbeat. His breathing became shaky and all the hairs on his arms stood up. There, standing in the door way, was England itself.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" England said angrily, forcing itself on top of Nick. "Since when do you pleasure yourself without me here?" England said again.

Nick glanced confusedly up at England, as nothing like this had happened before, but decided to go along with it.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry.. S-sir," Nick stuttered.

"No. Not Sir," England said dominantly, leaning down and nibbling on Nicks ear, before biting it sharply.

"You call me daddy."

Nick let out a moan at this, and practically felt like he was in heaven as England started to grind itself down on Nicks already hard cock.

"M-mhm fuck me daddy," Nick begged from under the country.

"You don't call the shots around here, slut," England spat viciously. England threw Nick off the bed towards the floor, and pulled down its pants exposing a fat roll of map.

"Suck," England demanded, forcing Nicks head onto the wad of paper without waiting for a reply. Nick gagged loudly but repressed it as much as possible, not wanting to ruin his time with the horny country before him. He bobbed his head up and down, getting light paper cuts in his mouth and on his tongue.

England let out a deep grunt, and shoved the boy away from him before it came.

"On your hands and knees bitch," England ordered.

Nick obliged and positioned himself on the bed obediently. England slapped his ass before forcing itself in dry.

"Oh God yes! Daddy harder please!" Nick screamed at the harsh intrusion. England picked up its pace and started to pound Nick harder, grabbing and pulling on his greasy blonde hair.

"Scream my name whore," England said leaning down to Nicks ear again, leaving hickeys on the fleshy skin.

"England is my daddy!" Nick screamed enthusiastically.

"Ugh thats right bitch," England said as it flipped them over, so Nick was now riding England.

Nick bounced his ass on England faster and could feel the country's thrusts start to become sloppy.

"I'm getting close," England started. "Touch yourself and cum when I do."

The boy wrapped his meaty hand around his hard prick and began to move his touch up and down it vigorously.

"Oh-mmph yes! I'm so close daddy," Nick exclaimed.

"Cum with me in three, two, one," England ordered whilst shooting its load into Nicks ass. Nick threw his head back in pleasure and came all over England and himself, the sticky substance coating them. He collapsed back onto the country, both of them panting and out of breath.

Nick snuggled into Englands neck. "You fuck better than my city," he said as he fell asleep in the Embrace of England.