Golden Prize

     "On your knees, minx." Brian commanded, grabbing you by your throat with his rough hand and pulling you to the floor as he sat down in front of you.

"Yes, daddy... you choked, coughing a bit from his rough grasp. Brian wasted no time in whipping out his massive and impressively hard cock.

"Take it in your pretty little cock hole, slut..." he ordered as he leaned back in his chair.

You nodded and took the shaft of his cock in your fist, licking a stripe up the shaft, looking up at Brian with big doe eyes. He watched you with lust and anger in his eyes. Impatience got the best of him and he grabbed your hair roughly, shoving your head down. His cock stretched your throat quickly and painfully. You used all your strength not to gag around his length as your nose smashed into his pubic hair.

"Fuck, look at you... drooling on my cock like cheap whore..." he growled. He leaned back further and rested his arms behind his head. Damn him and that open shirt that was about a size too small for him. He left it completely unbuttoned with a tank top under it, but the shirt did nothing to cover his armpits – something Brian knew you loved. You groaned at the sight and roughly bobbed your head on his cock, feeling the leaking tip bump the back of your throat occasionally. Brian kept his moans quiet. He wasn't going to let you know you were doing a great job. But you were.

"You're going to have to work harder than that if you want me to cum down your pretty little throat..." he quipped. You glanced up at him through your eyelashes and sped up your ministrations, watching his eyes flutter shut and mouth fall open. You would've smirked, but you clearly couldn't. Keeping up the rhythm was getting tiring, but Brian showed no sign of letting you stop; his hand was still firmly planted on top of your head. You felt his grip tighten and he pulled you off his cock by your hair, causing you to gasp not only for air, but in a bit of pain.

"What is it, daddy?" you asked, wiping your swollen lips.

"Take off that blouse. And your bra. Let me see those gorgeous breasts, you filthy thing." You happily obliged and removed your blouse and bra, cupping your breasts for Brian.

"You mean these, daddy?" you asked innocently, massaging them in your hands.

"Come closer. Let me fuck those perfect tits." He sat up and took hold of his throbbing cock. You sat higher up on your knees and pulled your breasts apart for Brian to rest his cock between them. You bit your lip and massaged them around his cock as his hips began to gently rock into them. He groaned and watched you pleasure his cock with your smooth breasts. You leaned your head back and let Brian take what he wanted – what he needed. A strange warm feeling spread over your chest and began to drip down your breasts and stomach. Brian hadn't cum already, had he? You looked down and gasped in shock at what Brian was really doing.

"Ever had a golden shower, whore?" he asked, smirking.

You shook your head, your jaw nearly dropping at the sight. Brian took it as an invitation.

"Open your mouth a bit more, like a good little cockslut." He ordered.

You let your mouth fall open a bit more and fought your instinct to recoil as the bitter and salty liquid hit your tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut and used all your willpower to keep your mouth open.

"That's it, girl..." he groaned as the stream slowed and finally stopped. You let the liquid drip from your tongue and Brian took hold of your chin, leaning close to you.

"You've been very quiet... using that mouth as nothing but my cock sleeve." He grabbed your throat and shoved you back. "Say thank you."

"Thank you..." you whimpered. He took hold of your hair and gave it a rough yank, causing you to cry out.

"Thank you, what?" he reiterated.

"Thank you, daddy..." you gasped.

"You're welcome, slut." He released your hair and grabbed his cock again, stroking himself quickly.

"I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face..." groaned as his orgasm neared. You watched him stroke himself, his jet black curls plastered to his face and falling over his slightly hairy shoulders. His eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm hit him like a tsunami.

"Oh, fuck..." he gasped as he shot his load all over your face, some getting in your hair. You groaned as the warm ropes of cum made a mess of your makeup, but you didn't care. Your daddy was so hot when he roughed you around like this. His orgasm subsided and you licked the cum from your lips. The guitarist's eyes finally opened and he admired the masterpiece he had created in front of him.

"Such a pretty little slut you are... go wash up."

"Yes daddy. Thank you, daddy." You stood up and winked before retreating to the bathroom for a long hot shower.