I’m going to hell. If thinking about my daughter’s roommate isn’t bad enough, the fact that she’s eighteen should be a great reason to stop masturbating. The problem is my mind won’t stop replaying the way her hand felt on my thigh as I grazed her hot pussy. My eyelids become heavy as I close them, working myself in my hand, trying to fight off the images of her pink nipples through her tight little top. I bet her cunt is just as pink.
“Jesus,” I moan, working myself faster. That naughty little girl is taunting me. Wanting me to—
A knock on my office door has my head whipping up, and my eyes flashing open. Fuck. I release my cock from my hand, shaking my head. What the fuck am I doing?
“Knock, knock,” Violet says as she pops her head in. “Hazel went to bed. I figured I’d see if you were up for a nightcap.” She’s holding a filled crystal glass.
“I’m good, but thank you. I have work to finish.” Jesus Christ, what is she doing? She doesn’t bother asking if she can come in before entering my office. My pants are unbuttoned, and my cock is still hard in my lap.
“Oh, come on—just one drink. Keep me company. You can show me what you’re working on. Maybe I can help you.” My fucking cock is what I’m working on. God, she needs to stop coming closer.
“Violet, I think you should just go to bed.” My voice doesn’t sound convincing, and my dick throbs with each step she takes. “I’m serious. This isn’t a good idea.”
She doesn’t listen. This bad little girl doesn’t fucking listen. “Mr. Winters…or can I call you Heath?”
Fuck, the way my name rolls off her tongue through her plump lips. Oh, how beautiful my cock would look shoved down her throat. It’s impossible to take my eyes off hers as she rounds my desk. There’s no denying I’ve been caught.
“Oh, Mr. Winters, what have you been up to?” she purrs. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile, her tongue protruding to lick her bottom lip.
“This isn’t what it looks like. It’s not what you—”
“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” She sets the glass down and leans forward, hiking up her skirt to slowly crawl onto my desk. Her ass cheeks peek out from behind, and my hand aches to spank her naughty, bare little ass. She crawls to the center of my desk, then maneuvers herself so she’s facing me. Her legs are wide open, hanging on either side of me. “Like I said, maybe I can help you.” She scoots closer, and my hands lift to wrap around her bare thighs to stop her.
“Violet. What are you doing?”
Her hands cover mine. They’re small, yet warm. She’d struggle to fit her whole hand around me, but I bet she’d make up for it with her mouth and tongue. “Mr. Winters, let’s not fool ourselves here. Something is happening between us. Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me whatever it is I’m feeling is all in my head, and I’ll go.”
She starts to guide my hands up her thighs, but I jerk away. This is a mistake. I need to tell her to leave, but she continues to taunt me. “I know you want this. I see the way you look at me. We share a hunger, you and me. I’m willing to give you exactly what you crave—”
My cock jolts. “Violet, stop,” I demand. She laughs, and I can’t help but be mesmerized by the way her throat bobs as she swallows. My attention is brought back to her skirt, which is now barely covering her. “Violet…” I warn, but it only gives her more power.
“Let’s stop pretending you’re not just a little bit curious.” She glides her skirt up even more, exposing her pussy. “I’m curious about you.” Another pull, her pink lips glistening.
She reaches for my cock, but I snatch her wrist. “Stop this right now.”
“Stop what? This?” She spreads her legs wide, opening her pussy for me. With her free hand, she inserts a finger inside her wet slit and slides in and out. “This could be you, you know. I bet your fingers would feel amazing. I bet your whole fist would too.”
I watch in fascination as she fingers herself, her head dipping back, her lips parting, and I remember when I wrongfully watched her masturbate. Fuck, I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. I ache to fist my cock and match her pump for pump.
“I can smell your arousal,” I groan, shocked by my own confession. The alcohol is taking the lead, causing my mind to confuse right and wrong. I want to throw her off my desk and demand she leaves, but I’m too captivated by her. Her boldness to come in here and offer herself to me… Does she know how deprived I’ve been for the taste of something delectable and forbidden? The way she touches herself…
She slowly pulls her finger out and brings it to my lips. “Open, Mr. Winters.” Fuck, this is wrong, but my lips part anyway, allowing her to insert her coated finger. The savage beast in me snaps, and I attack, sucking her clean. “See what you’re missing out on, Mr. Wint—”
My hand snaps to her hair, and I grab a chunk, pulling tight. “Stop calling me that,” I growl, mad at how turned on I am by it.
“What do you want me to call you? Daddy? You could be my daddy.”
My grip on her tightens, and a moan falls off her fuckable lips. “I bet you want me to be your daddy. Punish you. Punish this mouth. These tits. This pussy.” Shit, I’m losing my damn mind. I release my grip around her wrist and shove a finger so deep inside her, my knuckle prevents me from going any further. “This what you want, naughty girl? To have Daddy punish you?” She releases a soft moan, and it ignites the forbidden fire inside me.
If I had any willpower before to stay away from this illicit attraction, it’s gone now. I power into her, adding a second finger. I watch her eyes become heavy, and her teeth bite at her lower lip. I’m lost to her scent. Her moans. I’m going to hell, but not before I have a taste of her sweet cunt. I push at her chest and tug on her thighs, forcing her to lay back against my desk. My head dips, and I cover her pussy, sucking her instantly into my mouth. Any pretense of being gentle is gone, but this naughty little girl doesn’t want me to be.
“Yes…so hungry, Daddy—”
I bite the inside of her thigh, sending her back off the desk. “You’re asking for this. You’re taunting me to be bad.” I shove my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out. I don’t realize how hungry I’ve truly been for pussy until her taste washes over my tongue. I’m rough and quick, ruthlessly eating her out. Her hips squirm under my hold, bucking her swollen pussy into my face. Whimpers pour from her mouth as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. She’s not getting off that easily. I release her and stand, my cock at full mast.
“Get up.”
Fire burns in her eyes at thinking I’m going to deny her. Her lips form into a cute little pout, tempted to disobey me. She’s going to get exactly what she asked for. “Get up, unless you don’t want this cock. Maybe I’ll fuck you with something else. We can shuffle through my desk to see what turns you on. The stout of my aged to perfection bottle of bourbon? Or how about my long paperweight—”
“I want your cock.” Her eyes dilate, and my dick expands. She sits up and slides off my desk, giving away her eagerness for me.
“Then turn over.” Grasping her arm, I whip her around and push her taut little body back down against my desk. I push her skirt up to get a perfect view of her firm ass, her smooth skin like porcelain.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Adrenaline shoots through me as I spank her, each slap marking my palm into her bare skin. Gripping my fingers into her ass, I spread her open. “Have you ever been fucked here, naughty girl?” My thumb presses against her hole, and she squirms, shoving her ass back at me. I drop my mouth and swirl my tongue around her hole.
“Oh, God, you are a bad daddy,” she pants.
“I’m a bad daddy, all right. Your cunt may be able to take my fingers and my tongue, but my cock is going to ruin your tight little pussy.” With her hole lubed up from my tongue, I push my finger inside her ass.
Her moan causes my dick to swell, my pre-cum saturating the inside of her thigh. “You made a mistake coming in here and taunting me
. You think you can handle a man like me?”
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks. I’m not scared of what you can do to me. I’m scared of what you won’t do.” I push my finger deeper. Dammit, she shouldn’t want this. She should be scared. Tell me to stop. Run the fuck out of here. My cock throbs to be in her ass. Her mouth. Her sweet, tight cunt.
I slide my finger out, rear my palm back, and spank her ass. She glances back, her cat-shaped eyes gazing up at me from under her thick lashes. She’s so fucking naughty, her lips parted, panting like a feline in heat. I pull my thumb back and circle her opening as I line my cock up to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, covering myself in her wetness. A growl rumbles from my chest as I ease in the tip of my cock, while I coat my thumb and thrust into her ass. Her naughty purr is music to my ears as she rocks against me, trying to take me deeper.
“You don’t control this. I fucking do,” I growl, needing to be in control. I slap the side of her ass as my thumb fully breaches her tight hole and my cock fills her to the hilt.
“Oooh,” she shouts out, trying to pull away from the fullness of my cock, but I pull her back to me, grinding my pelvis, locking her in place.
“You’re going to take every inch of my cock exactly how I want you to. Think you can play with the big boys? Prove it.” I pull out and slam back into her.
“Holy shit, you’re so big. I love the way you’re punishing me.”
I drive into her like a madman, muscles on fire, a layer of sweat building on my brow. She takes me deeper each time, her tight pussy clenching around me. Her moans drive me to the brink, and I reach around and rub her clit. She’s like putty in my hands, her body succumbing to my every touch. The goddamn noises she makes fuel the beast inside me. “I want you to beg. Beg for my cock.” I pull out and palm my dick, stroking it as I kick my chair out of the way to give her room. “Get on your knees. Beg to suck me off. If you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you see just how sweet you taste all over my cock.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. Filthy little girl slides off my desk to her knees. Her sultry eyes cloud over at my glistening cock. Her smile is so damn sinful; it sends a jolt to my balls. “Please, Daddy. I want to choke on your—”
I ram myself into her mouth, groaning at the sound of her gagging. She grabs at my balls and sucks me off better than any woman my age ever has. “Mmm…young and eager. That’s it.” My hands slip to the back of her head and I thrust in and out. Saliva drips from her pretty little chin. I’m tempted to come in her mouth just to watch her guzzle every last drop. Throwing my head back, my eyes heavy with desire, I allow her to take me deep. And this naughty little girl loves it. I thrust two more times, then pull out. As I expected, she moans in disappointment.
“Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits,” I order, stroking my cock while she obeys. Lifting her thin tank top over her head, she drops it to the ground, her bare breasts bouncing with the movement. “Touch yourself. I want to see you play with those tits. Can you reach your nipple with your tongue? I want to see you suck your tits.”
Her tiny hands, perfect for cupping her breasts, mold them into round mounds. She lifts her right breast, dips her head, and wraps her mouth around her nipple. She swirls her tongue around the darkness of her areola, and I jerk my cock harder, my eyes glued to every motion of her tongue.
“I’m throbbing, Daddy.”
Every time she calls me that inappropriate name, I want to spank her—choke her with my cock until she learns her lesson. I’m not her daddy. But I sure will teach her a lesson. I step forward and squeeze her left tit. “Tell Daddy what you want, naughty girl.” I circle my thumb over her nipple.
“I want you to fuck the naughty girl out of me. Break me.”
Any last thread of control snaps, and a feral groan rips from my throat. I grab her waist and lift her on top of my desk, pushing her knees apart. My dick throbs as I drive into her swollen, slick pussy. My fingers dig hard into her hips, already leaving bruises as I plow into her, fast and brutal.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she pants as I open her wide, forcing her to take all of me. The slapping of skin on skin echoes around my office. I wish I could shove something in her mouth to silence her. “So big, Daddy.”
“I’m ruining you, little girl. Only my cock will fit this hungry cunt now.” I slam into her, scooting her ass up the desk. My arms and legs are on fire. A bead of sweat slides down the side of my face. I allow her hands to work up my chest, ripping at my shirt. Her lips spread along my pecs, driving me deeper into the madness.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I want to fuck her into oblivion. Rob her of the chance to walk out of this room. Her eyes close, and her mouth parts on a silent scream as she clenches around me, her orgasm stealing my resolve and sending me over the edge.
“Fuck.” My balls slap at her ass as I lose myself, my cock spasming. I pull out and pump my dick, painting my cum over her stomach and tits.
When I’ve emptied my release all over her, I ease up on my grip. A smile slips across her face, and she dips her head down, admiring my artwork. She swirls the tip of her index finger in my cum, then brings it to her mouth, tasting me. “Delicious.”
The heated moment is gone just as fast as it came. I panic and step back, watching her slide off my desk as if I didn’t just fuck her hard and dirty. She bends down, my cum still dripping between her tits, and picks up her tank top, not showing an ounce of shyness or guilt as she pulls it over her head. Reality hits me like a freight train as she tugs her skirt down her hips.
Fuck, what did I just do?
She’s still basking in the afterglow of what we just did. But my blood quickly turns cold, acknowledging my mistake. I hurry and shove my dick in my pants, trying to figure out what to do and say next.
“Wow, that was—”
“Shut up.” I don’t let her finish. This was a mistake. “I need you to get out of here. Right now.” I can tell that my words wound her. Shit, I just defaced her, and now I’m kicking her out. I’m a fucking bastard. But I need to think. What if Hazel heard? Will she tell my daughter I just fucked her mouth, her sweet cunt, and almost her ass? “NOW, Violet.”
She jumps at my harsh tone, pulling down her skirt fully and turning on her heel to run out of my office. I fall into my chair, unable to comprehend what I just did, my cock still hard, my muscles burning. I hear a knock and prepare myself to demand she leave and not return.
Another knock on my door has my nerves rattled. If Violet dares come back in here, I’m going to spank her ass until I leave a mark, and she knows to stay away. But it’s Hazel who pops her head in. Fuck. “Hey, Dad. Thought I heard something. Everything okay?”
I choke on my own lie. “Yeah, baby. Fine.”
“Okay. I was just getting water. I think Violet fell asleep on the couch in the entertainment room.”
That or rode my cock until I broke her. “Okay. Goodnight.”
“Night, Dad.”
I scrape my hands down my face, unsure how to grasp what just happened. “I am a bad daddy.”
Violet
I can’t sleep. I’ve been lying here for hours. My mind keeps going back to Mr. Winters and what we did. “Holy shit.” I blush under the covers remembering how amazing he was. I’ve never had a man so hot. I thought he would give in to the temptation, but I never imagined how bad he would really be. His wife must have been a crazy bitch to stray. I’m restless under my blanket on the couch, thinking about having him again—and again.
And there’s no way a man as hungry as he was truly wants to be rid of me. Would he turn me down if I came searching for more? I think about how careless it was. Hazel had barely passed out before I snuck away and found myself at his office door. I almost didn’t go through with it. The image of my mother and her many suitors came to mind, and that is someone I don’t want to become.
But there’s always been this desire in me for older men. I guess
it’s the product of having older men in and out of my life. Never truly having a daddy figure in the picture. That reminder alone sent a wave of shame through me. I was about to turn away from his door until I heard it: the husky breathing coming from the other side of the door. I wasn’t a stranger to sex or the sounds men made. My mother didn’t bother to hide that part from me either, so when I opened his office door, I knew what I’d find. And I was right. His cock was angry and hard in his lap, and he was masturbating. And I had a feeling I had something to do with it.
I snapped, erasing any signs of the sweet, innocent Violet. She was nowhere to be found. I resurrected this presumptuous seductress, needing her courage to go through with what I planned on accomplishing. I wanted him with such ferocity, and I knew I was walking into his office and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
The second I put my plan into place, he was like putty in my hands. He ate me up—and it was absolute heaven. There was no doubt he felt the same way I did. This was more than just lust—it was hunger, determination, and passion. He craved me as much as I craved him.
But then he kicked me out. My ego took a hit. I ran down to the entertainment room, threw myself on the couch, and let the tears fall. Had I made a mistake? Was he so lost in the moment he didn’t realize what he was doing? The way he dominated my body, owned every piece of me, it couldn’t be. Now he just needed me to ease his worries. Because this isn’t over.
I throw the blanket off and tiptoe down the hall. Quiet as a mouse, I make my way upstairs and peek into Hazel’s room to find her fast asleep under a mound of covers. My feet quietly pitter-patter down the hallway toward the end of the hall, and I turn the knob, finding his door unlocked. Sneaking in, my eyes adjust to the darkness of his large room. The faint light from the bathroom illuminates the space, and I notice the gigantic shower. All the dirty things we could do in it swirl through my naughty mind. I gaze to the left, finding his bed in the center of the room. He’s sleeping, his bare chest teasing me, a silk bed sheet resting just above his navel, giving me a full view of his upper body.
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