Poker Game

"Good boy," Max murmurs in my ear, and it's a dirty trick that brings me even closer to the edge, and I don't have permission yet.

Cal growls, gripping my hips and fucking up into me and I moan. I glance over to Parker, Zeke, and Lou, who are watching us with rapt attention, and it makes me hot to watch them watching me.

"Do you like watching me get fucked?" I ask them boldly.

They nod, and Parker says yes.

"Do you want to watch me cum?" I ask.

They all say yes.

My cunt is dripping on Cal's thighs.

"Please, Daddy, please can I cum?" I beg, and I don't notice that I say "Daddy."

"Now that's a good boy," Cal praises. "Yes, baby, you can cum."

The permission takes me right to the edge, and I gasp, "Yes, yes, yes!" as the pleasure builds and builds, repeating myself like a broken record, eyes closed, fucking myself hard on the teal cock until finally, I'm there -- and I cry "Ohhh!" as I shake and tremble on her cock, cumming in quick, pulsing waves, pulling at the restraint of the bandana on my wrists, Max's hand tight on my throat.

That's how my group nickname becomes Daddy.

It makes me wet every time they use it.