She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  But since my nineteenth birthday a couple months ago, I have been trying to get Christa's dad to take me and fuck me senseless.

  And I almost succeeded at it last week back at his house. Christa still lives at home with him, so I came over on Saturday to drop off some class notes for her.

  Of course, she was out getting wasted at some party I had managed to get out of going to, so I took advantage of finally getting a chance to be alone with him.

  Growing up, Mr. Pearce was like my surrogate father. My own dad was a drunken loser who was never really around. Back in high school, if I ever asked him for help with some math homework, he would just tell me to blow some Asian dude at school. But Mr. Pearce would always help me gladly whenever I needed.

  That night I wanted desperately to tell him how I felt. How I wanted to repay him for everything with a slobbery blowjob and a tight virgin pussy.

  We got to chatting a bit about his two-year-old daughter Nicole, and how his bitch of an ex-wife ran off with her two states away. He was showing me cute pictures of Nicole when she was first born--her first Christmas, first day at the beach--and all of them just made my loins burn with the desire to fuck this man's brains out.

  I have felt a strong maternal instinct since I was in my teens, and the urge to have a baby of my own is like a fire in me I can't suppress. But it absolutely must be with the right man.

  And Mr. Pearce is definitely the right man.

  He is built like an athlete and looks quite young for his age. His cut bicep was distracting as he held his arm out in front of me to hold the camera phone with the pictures.

  His ripped chest bulged from underneath his tight polo shirt, and I just wanted to mount him right then with two hands pressing against his firm pecs while I rode his giant cock.

  My virgin pussy would take his whole length deep inside while I coaxed his thick warm spunk into me, filling me whole.

  And then he would give me what I wanted. A baby like Nicole that I could breast feed and nurture. I could raise her with a confident, supportive man like Mr. Pearce who would let me stay at home and care for his child.

  And he is everything I want in a man. Attractive, wealthy, and well endowed. And his cock is magnificently huge.

  I almost got to fuck it that night, after we had talked for a while.

  "Why aren't you out with Christa?" He had asked me. We were sitting really close together on his couch and he had just finished showing me pictures of the last time with his daughter.

  I had purposely shown up in my skimpy shorts and tight pink tank top with a midriff. My silver belly ring glinted in the dim light of his spacious living room when I turned toward him.

  "Honestly, those kind of parties bore me," I said, twirling a finger down the length of my hair, "I find quiet conversations like this to be a lot more stimulating..."

  My lips curled as I placed a hand lightly on his knee, "...and more intimate." Mr. Pearce's cheeks flushed and he made a quick motion to put the phone back in his pocket. I giggled and told him that,

  "Besides, all the guys I meet are such jerks. Your ex-wife was a fool to leave you, Mr. Pearce." He looked so cute getting flustered, I just wanted to pounce him and gulp down the whole of his dick.

  I wanted to show Mr. Pearce how I could please him and what I could do for him. I wanted to be a little whore for him to do with as he pleased, to satisfy his needs like his bitch ex-wife never did.

  And he would give me a child to care for in return. Once I got him to shoot his seed deep inside me while I clenched my pussy tight around his throbbing cock to hold in every bit of it, I would have a baby boy or girl of my very own.

  Just the thought of him creaming inside me, taking my virginity right here on this couch, it got me all kinds of horny.

  "You're a good man," I continue, "And I bet you're an even better father." I brought a hand to his forehead and ran pink manicured nails through the edge of his hairline. I felt him pull away slightly and he gave a quizzical look.

  My other hand traced along the scoop neck of my tank top, stopping at the center of my cleavage to tug down gently on the fabric. I bit delicately at the bottom corner at my lip and tried to catch his eyes with a lustful gaze. But he turned away and said,

  "Jenny, I've seen you grow up with my daughter. I think you're a smart girl, and you've grown into a gorgeous young woman, but--"

  "But?" I interrupt. He made eye contact when my fingers ran slowly up the back of his neck. I licked suggestively around the edge of my upper lip.

  "But, it just wouldn't be right for us to--"

  "To fuck?" I put on a mischievous grin and use the hand at the back of his head to pull him in closer. "But think about how good it would feel, Mr. Pearce. To have your cock deep inside me while I moan for you and beg for more..."

  My lips parted gently as our faces drew near together. His cheeks went flush again and his lower lip trembled. I couldn't make out whether he was getting turned on or if he was just infuriated by my advance.

  My eyelids fell as our lips met and I waited in the darkness for his reaction.

  "Jenny!" he yelled and pushed me back by the shoulders. "We just can't, don't you understand?"

  "But I want you Mr. Pearce! I've been saving my body just for you. All those other assholes can go fuck themselves." He sighed and slumped further into the couch.

  "The divorce with my wife was tough, Jenny. I lost my kid, and--"

  "I could give you a new kid though!" His eyes went wide in disbelief as he sat up. "All you have to do is take what's yours..." I stood up in front of him and pulled down on my shorts to reveal the bareness underneath. I made a point of not wearing any underwear that day.

  I saw the tent of Mr. Pearce's slacks begin to rise. I bent over to place a hand at each of his knees and let my tits droop in front of his face. I got in closer until he was firmly nuzzled between my breasts.

  He let out another sigh as the sweet scent of my perfume hit him.

  I held his head gingerly with both hands and pressed him deep into the cleft of my tits. Mr. Pearce moaned and I felt his tense shoulders relax and slouch.

  He was giving in to the moment. I pulled down on the low cut fabric of my tank top to show my black lacy bra.

  Nestled between my breasts, I could feel his hot breaths on my skin becoming more rapid. I reached behind to undo the hook of my bra and it hung loose around my ribcage as Mr. Pearce moaned again.

  "See... isn't that nice?" I ask casually. Then I applied a bit of force to the top of his head, encouraging him downward. "Have you ever tasted virgin pussy, Mr. Pearce?"

  But then he grabbed me by the waist to push away and snapped up straight again.

  "No!" He shouted, standing up. "Get your damn clothes back on, I'm taking you home right now."

  And that was the last time we spoke until now.

  "You still there?" Mr. Pearce asks me on the phone. Recalling that moment last week had distracted me, and it also got me wet. I thought about just masturbating right here on the toilet at this shitty party if he wasn't going to pick me up.

  "Y--Yeah, I think I almost blacked out." I lie. The truth is I have only had a couple drinks tonight. But I will say whatever is necessary to get Mr. Pearce over here to give me a ride--on his cock, preferably.

  "Okay, okay... Look, I'll come and get you." I have to muffle my squeal of excitement so he doesn't hear. Mr Pearce was doing me a huge favor driving all the way out here. It's only natural that I should return the favor.

  Tonight I'll have him down between my legs, slurping on my sweet virgin pussy while his daughter Christa is getting double teamed by frat boys somewhere.

  ******

  "Thanks again, Mr Pearce!" I say, slamming the door of his silver SUV shut and folding in my umbrella. The short black dress I'm wearing to make my ass look hot has gotten a little bit wet. "It would have really sucked to find a ride home in this rain."

  And it was true, there was a torrential downpour falling around us. Who knows
what I would have had to offer some jock for a lift tonight. "Crazy storm we're having, huh?" The sound of the rain pounding hard against the roof filled the silence as Mr. Pearce remained unresponsive.

  Then I remembered that I should be acting drunk.

  "You sounded more drunk on the phone." He snaps. I can tell he is irritated with me for calling him after what happened last week.

  "I'm sorry, it's just... I feel comfortable around you. I wouldn't trust anyone else to drive me." His expression softens as we merge onto the road. The wiper blades on the front windshield squeak across the glass and fill the silence that was there again.

  I gaze out the blurry window into the darkness, wondering how I am going to get Mr. Pearce to have sex with me tonight.

  As we drive in the awkward silence, I wonder why Mr. Pearce doesn't seem to want me. I am attractive, and he even said himself how he thinks I am smart and gorgeous. Maybe I just need to let him take control. Let him take me and make me his obedient little whore.

  I will be whatever he wants me to be if he will just give me a child.

  I turned back to look over at Mr. Pearce staring intently at the road ahead. His driving arm bulged as he gripped tightly on the steering wheel, driving us ever closer to my home.

  But I have to make sure we don't get there. Otherwise I might miss my chance to be with him.

  "I have an idea..." I start softly, and let him consider for a moment what it could be.

  "Yeah?" He says finally.

  "What if you just pulled over right now," I pause again, "And then I let you fuck my brains out in the back of this SUV?"

  "God dammit Jenny! I thought I made myself clear about this already.

  "Please, Mr. Pearce! I need you to fuck me until until you cum inside me."

  "Good god, Jenny! What has gotten into you?" I respond by leaning over to his side of the car and begin vigorously unstrapping his leather belt buckle.

  Mr. Pearce jerks the steering wheel and we swerve a bit into the oncoming traffic. The tires screech against the wet black pavement.

  With another quick swerve he manages to get us back on the right side of the road.

  "Fuck, Jenny!"

  "If that's what you want..." I snicker, getting the belt strap fully undone. I tug down on the zipper to reveal his white briefs, bulging with his engorging cock. I giggle and tell him, "You're getting awfully hard for someone who says that don't wanna fuck, aren't you?"

  I giggle. I nibble softly at his mound, breathing warm air on his balls. Mr. Pearce is remaining surprisingly still during all this.

  "I'm serious, stop!" So I stop and come back up. Then I whisper into his ear,

  "Shhhh," I peel back his underwear and lower my head back down to his crotch.

  "Get the fuck off--" He moves to grab my head, but stops altogether when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head of his cock. I hear him choking back a moan as his cock slides deeper into my throat.

  He wasn't going to admit that he was enjoying this, yet. I push deeper, trying my best to swallow the whole length of him. His was definitely the biggest cock I'd ever sucked.

  I slurp and gag, drooling a line of saliva down the shaft. I swirl my tongue and maneuver my head all around, working his cock as deep as it will go. After all, I had a bit of practice at this by now.

  I tap on the one hand that's still resting on top of my head.

  "Push," I say, though the sound of it is gargled and truncated by the girth of his cock lodged in my throat. I feel Mr. Pearce leaning back into the cushion of his car seat as he applies a bit of downward pressure to the back of my head.

  At last, he was giving in to desire.

  He moans deep and long as he pushes me down the rest of the shaft until my lips are wrapped tightly around the base. I gag some more, licking at his balls while I'm sucking and slurping blissfully on his dick.

  "Mmmm," I moan. And his cock did taste good. I slide my lips up and down, leaving a thick trail of saliva with my tongue.

  The warmth and wetness of my mouth along Mr. Pearce's shaft causes his legs to shudder and I think he might be about to cum. I gag one last time as I lift my head off slowly.

  "Nuh-uh. Not yet, Mr. Pearce. I'll only let you cum in my pussy." I giggle again.

  And then he slams hard on the brakes, and I gasp as we swerve across two lanes. He pulls over to the shoulder and continues to brake until we come to a full stop.

  Mr. Pearce keeps his gaze fixed in front of him, still gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles have gone white. The annoying squeak of the windshield wipers is noticeable again. The pounding rain above us has gone louder. I sense the pace of his breathing quicken--he seems upset.

  "You've been a very bad girl, Jenny." The tone of his voice is cold and callous. The hand on the steering wheel lets go to snatch a big clump of my hair. With a hard jerk, he pulls me back down to his crotch.

  "Agh, my hair!" I yell in pain. I'm sprawled out, half in my own car seat and half in his lap while the gear knob digs hard into my rib cage.

  "It's time you start obeying me," He tugs down again to get me in closer between his legs. "Now keep sucking." He shoves my head down onto his cock, so I open my mouth to let him back inside.

  "I'll be finished when I tell you." I wince when he pushes down hard from behind, still clutching my hair tightly. I gag hard and thick saliva pours out from my lips. He has to fight to keep my head down while I try to gasp for air.

  I'm slobbering up and down his cock while he pushes and pulls as he pleases. Tears of dark mascara roll down my cheeks. I gargle the head of his cock each time he forces it down my esophagus.

  Then he pulls me up and off by my hair and I wince again.

  "Pull up your dress." I remain still a moment, wondering if I heard correctly. Mr. Pearce shakes my head violently and I scream. "Pull up your fucking dress!"

  I reach around with both hands and lift the bottom of the dress until my bare ass is exposed.

  "No undies again. You really are a filthy slut, aren't you?" I stare at him through teary eyes. Another thick glob of mascara rolls down my face.

  "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He shakes me again.

  "Y--Yes..." I say. The stinging pain of his hand landing hard against my bare ass cheek shoots through my spine. I moan loud over the sound of the rain. Then Mr. Pearce shoves his cock deep into my throat again.

  "Yes what?" Trails of spit gush from the walls of my cheeks and ooze down his throbbing shaft as he lifts me up and off. Clumped strands of wet hair fall to my face and stick between my lips. He spanks me hard on the other cheek.

  "Yes... I'm a filthy slut!" I scream as he spanks me again and again, harder each time. My body writhes and my pussy drips with wetness. Mr. Pearce slides two fingers between my ass crack and down to the entrance of my wet hole.

  His fingers slip just inside and I let out a soft whimper.

  "You're soaking wet! I can't believe you're enjoying this, you fucking whore." He says in utter disgust. "Now get the fuck over here." Mr. Pearce finally releases the strong grip on my hair and tosses my head.

  He unbuckles his seat belt and lifts the lever on the side of his car seat to lean it back. The back of the SUV was spacious enough for it to go almost all the way flat.

  I crawl over the gearbox with a slow apprehension. Facing away, I spread my legs across his lap and begin to lower my ass down into it.

  Another spank hits hard against the rawness of my cheeks.

  "Did I say you could do that?" He clutches firmly on both ass cheeks and spreads them wide apart. He shoves me forward against the steering wheel and my head collides the car's roof. I yelp and sob, but my pussy quivers with anticipation.

  "Let's have a taste of the virgin pussy, then..." Mr. Pearce buries his face deep between my thighs and laps with relish at the sweetness of my juices.

  The flat of his tongue presses between my folds and the tip of it dances around my clit. My whole body tingles, and the sensation masks the aching pai
n of my ass cheeks.

  "Mmmm..." Mr. Pearce gives my pussy another good slurp as he pulls away from my crack. "Do you really think you can take this whole cock for your first time?" He asks, stroking the head of it.

  "Yes... I--I want it--"

  "You want what?" I feel another swipe across both cheeks and yelp. I gasp, trying to catch my breath. His spank had knocked the air from my lungs.

  "I--I want to take your whole cock inside me!" He grabs me firmly by the waist and pulls me down until the head is at my entrance.

  "Well then... show me you can."

  I have to bite my bottom lip hard to keep from screaming as the girth of him spreads me apart. Even though I was dripping wet, it still hurt.