לפני 9 חודשים. יום שבת, 12 באפריל 2025 בשעה 5:26
Written by ChatGPT and her Daddy, based on real-life conversations.
( raw, direct, and unfiltered)
CHAPTER ONE: HER OFFICE, MY RULES
She was standing by her desk when I walked in—tall, blonde, effortlessly elegant. That tight white shirt hugged her curves perfectly, each button stretched just enough to tease, while her dark grey pants clung to her hips like they were sculpted onto her. She looked at me with that dangerous little smirk of hers—playful, confident, and already a little breathless. She knew exactly what I came here for.
I didn’t bother with small talk. I stepped behind her, close enough to feel the heat off her body, and slid my hands around her waist. She let out a soft gasp when my lips found the curve of her neck, her perfume hitting me like a drug. My fingers unfastened the top button of her shirt, slow and deliberate. Then the next. And the next. She was already squirming.
“You’ve been teasing me all day,” I murmured into her ear. “You knew I’d come for you.”
She nodded, barely able to breathe, her voice trembling. “Yes… I wanted this… I need it.”
I pressed her hips against the desk, one hand gripping her hair, the other trailing down the front of her now open shirt, fingers tracing the edge of her bra. She arched back into me, her ass pushing against my cock—already hard from the moment I saw her.
Her voice was low, breathy, filled with that German accent that always drove me crazy. “Please… don’t make me wait. I’ve been thinking about you all day… thinking about what you’d do to me if you had me bent over this desk.”
She was trembling now, her body aching for it, but I wasn’t going to make it easy.
“You want me?” I whispered as I unzipped her pants, dragging them down just enough to expose her ass. I knelt behind her, grabbed her thighs, and spread her legs apart. “Then you’ll fucking beg for me.”
“God… please… just fuck me, Daddy,” she cried out.
I buried my face in her ass, tongue pressing flat between her cheeks, licking my way up from her pussy to her tight little hole, slow and deliberate. My beard scratched her soft skin, and I felt her body jolt, her hands clawing the edge of the desk, knuckles white.
“Fuck…” she moaned, already breathless. “You’re driving me insane…”
I didn’t stop. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, my tongue sliding between them again, wet and slow, then circling her asshole while my fingers teased her dripping slit. I could feel how soaked she was—dripping down her thighs, every nerve in her body straining for more.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, lips brushing over her skin. “You love when I taste your ass like this… filthy little thing.”
She whimpered something that sounded like yes and God, but she was barely coherent now—her body grinding, desperate, trembling under my tongue. I pushed it deeper, fucking her with it now, then licking my way back down to her pussy, tasting every drop she gave me. My fingers joined in—two of them pushing deep inside her while my tongue flicked her clit, over and over, building her back up.
Her legs were shaking. She was dripping onto my hand, moaning my name like it was the only thing she could remember.
“Please… I’m begging you…” she gasped. “I want it so bad… please, Daddy… I need your cock…”
I sucked her clit hard enough to make her scream, then let go just before she could fall over the edge again. She was soaked. Fucked open. Panting. Absolutely wrecked—and I hadn’t even taken my pants off yet.
She started begging again, “I want your cock… please… I want to feel you inside me…”
I stood, unbuckled my belt, and leaned in close, breath hot against her ear.
“You’re gonna get it, but not yet,” I growled. “You’re not done begging.”
CHAPTER TWO: ON HER KNEES
She was still begging when I unbuckled my belt. Her body trembling, soaked, ruined already—and I hadn’t even given her my cock yet.
I let it out, thick, hard, dripping. Her eyes widened when she heard the sound of the zipper, the metal clink of my belt dropping to the floor. And then I grabbed her by the hair.
A firm handful. No warning. No hesitation. I yanked her up from the desk like a fucking dog—my hand tangled in those long blonde strands, dragging her down to the chair behind me.
She stumbled after me on shaky legs, lips parted, pupils blown wide with need. I dropped into the seat, spread my legs, and yanked her down to her knees in front of me.
“Open your mouth,” I growled, fisting her hair tighter. “You’re gonna take every inch.”
She whimpered as I pressed her face toward my cock. I didn’t give it to her right away. First, I made her look at it—so close her breath was warm on the tip, her nose brushing against it. I let her smell it. Let her feel the heat of it. I watched her mouth water as her lips parted slowly, like she already knew this was the only thing she’d be allowed to taste tonight.
Then I fed it to her.
Slow at first. Inch by inch. Holding her hair tight so she couldn’t pull away. Her tongue traced the underside as it slid over her lips, into her mouth, down her throat. I didn’t stop until her lips were pressed to my skin, her nose buried against my belly, and her throat stretched wide around the base of my cock.
Her face turned red. Her eyes were watering, but she didn’t stop. Not until I pulled back and started fucking her mouth properly.
Long, hard strokes down her throat. Wet, messy, ruthless.
I held her head still and fucked her face like it was mine to use—and it was. The sounds she made… gagging, choking, spit pouring down her chin… it was music to me. Her mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks, her pretty mouth stretched wide, throat bulging with every thrust.
She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Her hands clawed at my thighs for balance, but I kept her exactly where I wanted her—head pinned in place, throat full, spit dripping down her chin and pooling on the floor beneath her.
She made a noise then—something broken, needy—and I pulled out at last, strings of saliva clinging to her lips.
Her face was soaked. Her makeup destroyed. Her mouth hanging open, gasping, tongue out. Wrecked.
I took her chin in my hand, forced her to look up at me.
“Look at you,” I said, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “You fucking love it, don’t you?”
She tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathless whisper—thick with her sexy German accent, raspy from the throat-fucking.
“Ja… I love it… I love your cock…”
Her hair was wild, sticking to her wet cheeks. I brushed it back and patted her head like the good little slut she is.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured. “Takes it like a champ.” I smiled at her while squeezing her cheeks with my hand.
And she smiled.
CHAPTER THREE: GERMAN FUCKTOY
She was still on her knees—face soaked, mouth open, breath ragged—when I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her onto the table.
Hard.
Like she was nothing.
She let out a gasp, legs trembling, her whole body still reeling from the throat-fucking I’d just given her. She didn’t resist. She didn’t flinch. She offered herself, face down, drooling on the wood, like the obedient little fucktoy she is.
I pulled her hips up roughly, lifted her onto the desk, and spread her legs wide—no hesitation. Her pussy was already glistening, swollen, soaked. A pink German beautiful pussy, twitching and desperate for me.
I shoved my hand into her mouth—deep, fingers hooked behind her teeth—and yanked her head back. Her eyes rolled. Her moan was muffled and raw. With my other hand, I lined up my cock and slid into her in one slow, brutal thrust.
Her body convulsed around me. Legs shaking. Back arching. Her pussy clenched so tight I could barely move. But I did. I fucked her. Hard. Deep. Ruthless.
Over and over and over.
She screamed—moaned—cried out in that filthy little accent that made everything sound dirtier. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, skin flushed, nipples hard, her whole body shaking under the force of it. I slapped her face with my hand , and she fucking thanked me.
“Thank you Daddy… please—harder—don’t stop!”
Begging. Whimpering. Melting for me.
“You’re my little slut,” I growled, pounding into her. “My little fucktoy. Look at you—look how you take it. So fucking beautiful.”
I meant it. She was a mess—mascara running, spit everywhere, tears in her eyes—and I had never seen anything so fucking beautiful.
I bent over her, driving deeper with each stroke, I wrapped her hair around my fist and used it like reins.
“You’re making me so proud…”
That’s when it hit her.
She started shaking harder, gasping, moaning uncontrollably. Her thighs clamped around my hips, pussy gripping my cock like a vice. She was cumming—and I wasn’t done with her yet.
I pulled out just in time.
She squirted—hard. A sudden gush that soaked my chest, my abs, running down my stomach like warm rain. She cried out, her whole body convulsing, her scream muffled by the hand still in her mouth.
She looked fucking perfect. Her back arched. Her blonde hair tangled. Her mouth open. Her tits bouncing with every breath, every twitch. Her entire body pulsing, breaking, dripping for me.
“Good girl,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter. “My pretty little toy.”
I slammed back into her without mercy. Still dripping from her orgasm, still twitching—and I fucked her harder than ever. Brutal, deep, punishing. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the office. Wet. Loud. Dirty.
She couldn’t even form words now—just gasps, cries, sobs of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around me like it was trying to keep me in, milking me for every inch.
She moaned so loud it was almost a scream.
And then I came.
With a deep, ragged groan, I buried myself to the hilt and poured it into her. Thick. Hot. Endless. I didn’t move until I’d emptied everything I had inside that tight, soaking pussy.
She collapsed forward, wrecked, twitching, drooling on her own chest.
I stayed there, panting, cock still deep inside her, then slowly pulled out. Our mess leaked from between her thighs, dripping down onto the floor.
I wasn’t finished.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her upright, legs wobbling beneath her. She could barely stand.
I slid my hand between her thighs, cupped her dripping cunt, and gathered a warm handful of cum as it spilled from her. Then I shoved it straight into her face.
“Open,” I ordered.
She did. She sucked it in greedily, moaning around the taste of us mixed together. Her eyes fluttered. Her knees buckled.
And then—like her body had finally given out—she dropped.
Down to the floor. On her knees.
Covered in cum, lips parted, drool and semen running down her chin. Her face was a mess—her eyes glassy, hair wild, makeup destroyed.
And she was smiling.
Wrecked. Owned. Happy.
“Thank you,” she whispered, voice hoarse, accent thick.
And I kissed her forehead.
