Sometimes I wonder if being so successful, so quickly, at such an early age was somewhat robbing me of enjoying my youth. In the long run though I thi...nk it was worth it, I am so financially secure, and I have a great career that wont end anytime soon.That is something I dreamed of having when I was younger, I wanted to be highly successful in whatever career path I chose to follow. I got up and walked over to the bucket of ice sitting on the coffee table, in the sitting area of my office. I. When I came out, my friends were already lost. Kunal had some cum spilling in his mouth, and he had cum as well. Abhishek’s pants had a huge stain. Probably he had pissed due to not being able to breathe.Both had passed out on my bed. I turned the lights off and went to sleep.The next day, at 6 am, Abhishek woke me up. He said, “Are you ok?” I replied, “I don’t know.” Kunal had come out from the bathroom and asked me the same question. “I don’t want to remember it, but it’s still in my mind.. I need you to fuck me, need you to **** me. Please, please, pleaaaase, daddy," you whine, begging. "Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please..."My teeth are gentle as they tug at your earlobe. "Are you going to be a good little slut for daddy?" I ask softly. "Are you going to be daddy's whore?"The words send shivers down your spine. You nod, licking your lips. "Yes, daddy. I'll be a good slut. I'll be your whore, anything you need," you whisper."You'll be my own personal whore," I murmur into. I’m reasonably well built, still, and my dick is just a hair short of 8 inches and pretty thick with a slight bulge just behind the head. I usually cum 2 or 3 times a day, but only seek out a partner about once a month. I should also note that I had on this pull-over that my son just gave me as a present. It pulls down just below the crotch level, so I had pulled out my cock and covered it with the pull-over creating an obvious “cod-piece” effect. I passed one 40ish guy who seemed interested so.