by Lexi Hots
“Yes! Anything, just as daddy told me! I've never seen anything so big... Anything you want, sir.”
“My, my, sweet daughter,” he pursed his lips. “You really want it bad, don't you?”
The erect man pumped his fingers in and out of her as he spoke. It was difficult to hear the words from all the pleasurable sensations filling every inch of her body. How was she supposed to keep track of what he said while being taken, for the first time, on the desk inside an office room!
“Yes, yes I do! So bad...”
She was being delighted on all fronts! With those wondrous, tempting tits being massaged and that plump, well-trimmed pussy taking a finger or two... God!
They were definitely off to a wonderful start! Brianne just knew King Darius could keep this going long enough to please me! He would give her that big, nasty cock. She wanted him to abuse that aching cunt with his massive staff.
“I'll be anything you want me to be, daddy,” She gushed, arching her back and moaning – oh my, how her ass spread out across the desk... the supple flesh squishing out ever so slightly, widening the appearance of her hips.
“Then,” he smiled a sinister smile. “It's time we put that mouth of yours to use.”
“My mouth?” Brianne whimpered, already doubting that such a thick pole could possibly squeeze between her lips – but she was more than game to give it a go!
“Yes, little one. I'm going to stick this big cock into your mouth. And you're going to like it,” he smiled, dear sweet King Darius. And somehow, he was able to convince her that it would, definitely, be a wonderful experience.
“Go on, look at it my Princess,” he commanded.
And here, she watched as that large mass of meat came springing upward with a slight twitch of his hips, nearly whacking her across the face!
It looked so sexy! That well-groomed, cut cock! The long, thick shaft and engorged head. It was better than any dick she'd ever seen or imagined, that's for sure! Brianne could see it bobbing up and down, each rushing beat of blood causing it to visibly pulsate and shake. Jesus! He even already had a bit of clear liquid dripping out the tip. Precum she imagined – hot for his princess' little pussy! That's just what she needed to see. Him lusty for her suckable boobs and milky white skin. How seductive she was there, leaning back on the desk with her pussy fully exposed, ready to be fucked. But, that would have to wait...
“Open wide,” he said with a dirty grin.
She wasn't about to disobey – and so Brianne found herself spreading her mouth open wide, eager and ready but still nervous about taking her king's cock.
“There's a good Princess,” he moaned.
King Darius had one hand at the base of his pole to keep the big thing aimed at her mouth, while his other hand was on the back of Brianne's head (presumably to keep her from moving away, she thought).
“Now, take my dick. That's it... There's a good girl.”
She couldn't say a word! With the big man's cock being inserted into her mouth! At first, just her tongue felt his girth approaching. Then those plump and pouty lips and teeth. The big, veiny thing cramming its way inside of her wanton hole! Just the thought of his dick made the petite girl drip with lust. She had to reach down and handle her clit, doing so as he continued sticking the rod down the horny throat.
Glarg. Blarg. Arg!
Brianne struggled to take the rod, gagging heavily. Unsure just how much more she could take. Her eyes were watering already, choking and straining.
“Almost halfway, baby girl,” he said.
The words caused her heart to sink! Halfway! Jesus Christ! How much more did he have to give! Brianne was already at my limit, but loving every second. The hot and heavy shaft prying her jaws apart... oh god! And when she closed her lips around his meat and sucked hard, she could feel gushes of precum squirting from the tip. How sweet and delicious it tasted! King Darius' wonderful cock! The first of her life... and a girthy one at that!
“Had enough?” He laughed quietly, still pulling on the back of her head.
He was right! She just couldn't take anymore – and so Brianne reached up, putting her hands on his hips to show him that she needed a break. But here, he held the portly woman roughly and drove in that beautiful shaft another few times, just to let her know who was in charge. And at last, when he withdrew rapidly from the satisfied mouth, she saw a trail of spit and precum pouring out. A little bridge of sexual liquids connected from his cock to her moist lips.
“You did great, little one,” he smiled. “Now... you've really made me horny. And you know what we have to do now?”
“My... pussy?” She said eagerly.
“Yes, sweet daughter, that's right. We have to let me fuck your little pussy. If you make a shifter horny, you have to get him off, don't you?”
“Yes, daddy! I'll make you feel better. Please let me!”
“Good then,” he nodded. “Now sit back on the desk and spread your legs again. I want you to watch as I slide this cock into your virgin pussy. After I've waited all these years...”
“Me too! I'd love that, daddy! Thank you!” She beamed with joy.
And there Brianne was, reclining on the desk with her thighs pushed out wide to the sides. She should have been extremely nervous and scared. But because it was a brute... she somehow just felt so comfortable being taken by him. So eager and ready, the consequences be damned! He'd take care of her, she just knew it. With a dick that size, how could he not?
After all, she was the cause of his current problem. It was only fair that she relieve him of it.
And here Brianne looked down, gazing at his big, elongated shaft. The one he had just for her... The lusty girl wanted it all too herself... Or... at least as much as she could handle. The way her eyes widened at the prospect of seeing that dick rammed inside her virgin slit...
He gripped it in his hand, stroking lightly along the surface. And suddenly, after he had bent down to align his dick with her slit, he gave a stern squeeze on the underside of his member. This caused a rush of clear precum to launch from his cock and onto her naughty bits. Not just a trickle or light stream, it was a full on shot of liquid flying out! She had never seen anything like it! Not even in fantasy!
The way it felt when colliding with that tasty cunt... oh god! And then he pressed the tip of his shaft against her pussy, right by the clit, and slowly rubbed up and down – spreading the precum all along her skin.
“We'll make it nice and slick, my little princess,” he nodded. “I think we'll need a lot of my lube for this cock...”
And before she could even answer, King Darius had already penetrated her! She felt his dick push past her lips, spreading them apart. It didn't hurt, not yet anyway. With all of her wetness and his precum coated cock, it seemed to be a smooth entry. But as he continued pushing in, Brianne felt her skin beginning to strain and stretch. She didn't know if one's lady bits were built for this kind of punishment!
“That's it, Brianne...” he whispered. “Give daddy what he wants... Give me your little pussy – let me fill you up with this hot cum. You made my dick big and hard, now you have to relieve me, don't you?”
“God, yes daddy!” She screamed, partly from excitement and partly from pain.
His cock was now shoved deep inside of her sopping wet nether regions. The loud sexual noises filling the air in an endless stream of ecstasy. He held her by the hair, cranking Brianne's neck forward so that she was forced to watch his shaft disappearing into her body. More and more, farther and farther he went!
The young girl shouted out, clawing at his skin.
“Yes, King Darius! Fuck me, sir! I want you to feel better, just use my body!”
“Oh, I will sweet one...” He panted. “Now you just take this dick and I'll make everything okay.”
“Okay, sire,” she gushed, wincing as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. He was stretching that pussy sooo wide!
Princess Brianne felt the shaft driving deep into my pussy. It was the best
sensation she'd ever had! Coupled with the sight of his fat cock pumping in and out... fuck! Suddenly he moved his hands down onto her hips, where he held them firm and hard against the desk. Apparently it was time for some heavy action. As his pace quickened – she found that stiff dick ramming in and out of her at an unbelievable pace. Something only a powerful, royal king could pull off... You needed a muscular man's strength to maintain such a frenetic pounding!
The damsel's toes were curling with pleasure. She couldn't get enough of it! The sound of skin slapping against skin – all while he punished her round, feminine body. She could hear him grunting and groaning, gasping and moaning.
“Oh daddy, do I make your dick feel good?”
“Fuck... yes, little girl!” He grunted, kissing her on the neck. “You're making me feel all kinds of perfect.”
“And are you going to fire your load into me?” She asked, eager to have him deliver the cum. Brianne wanted to know exactly what it felt like to have a big mess of cum filling her cunt! A king's love goo!
The moaning girl's legs were wrapped around his lower back – not wanting to let him escape or run away! If he was going to cum, it would be inside of her! That's what she wanted...
“I'm going to fuck your little pussy and not stop until you feel the cum hosing down your virgin hole!”
“Yes, daddy! Yes!” She cried out, pulling him in with her lewd thighs. The big slabs of meat doing their best to pull his cock deeper.
He was thumping his groin against her ass – ramming and driving Brianne's body into the desk. That cock felt so good and amazing in her... she just had to close her eyes and lose herself in the moment.
“Oh fuck,” he said. “Oh yeah, Brianne, it's time you made me feel really good!”
And with that comment he began an extra forceful humping. It made the satisfied woman scream and holler with everything she had. Her pussy couldn't take much more, she was sure of that. Despite how awesome it was feeling, a girl had her limits...
“Take this cum!” King Darius shouted. “Take this cum!”
She couldn't believe it! Was he actually about to cum in his little newly acquired princess!? Oh god—and there it was! The hot, burning heat of his seed spraying deep into her pussy. He held the horny girl down, collapsing on top of her body as she felt the spasms of joy resonate all through his cock. The spurts of semen flowing out and into that enticing pussy... it was better than she ever imagined! Brianne could really feel the big shots of goo coming out of him!
A moment of silence followed, allowing the violated girl to feel each and every pulsation of his raging rod. Letting the final bits of cum drip out into her aching pussy.
“Did I do good, daddy?” She asked through several heavy breaths, her perspiring tits raising and lowering each time.
“Yes, princess...” He whispered. “You were perfect. And now... with my seed in you, you'll be with child in your belly soon, just as you always should have. A king's cum is very potent... especially in my lineage.”
“You wish me pregnant, mi-lord?” Brianne asked, still reeling with happiness, having his cum swishing about in her cunt.
“Of course,” he smiled. “I knew I just had to have you from the moment you came sauntering, brooding into my life after the battle. Look how you made me change... That's never happened before... Making me crave your body instantly... against my will, even! It is a most rare occurrence... You're obviously the one I needed.”
She loved hearing his words... knowing he had felt the same about her all those years.
“Umm,” Brianne giggled, rubbing the back of her neck as she fell back onto the desk in a satisfied heap of orgasm. “Does this mean I'm truly yours?”
Story 16
The place I lived growing up can be most easily described as ‘the projects.’ The actual building had once been a grand hotel, but as the area had deteriorated, the hotel closed down. Somewhere along the line a developer invested in the building, intending to raisee it and build condominiums, hoping that the area would rebound. After several delays in the construction, it became clear that the area didn’t have much hope of regaining its former pizzazz. Instead of building nice new condos, the old hotel rooms were turned to apartments, with one apartment for every two hotel rooms.
That had happened decades before I was even born. The building as I knew it was old, crumbling, and barely legal to hold residents. My mother always told me that I should be thankful to have any roof at all, but I couldn’t help being at least a little jealous of the friends I had at school who lived in actual houses. The shitty houses most people look at and think should be torn down were palaces in my young brain.
My siblings and I knew not to complain though. One mention of wishing we had it better would send my mom on a tantrum, and she never once considered her terrible money management or drug addiction as a source for her problems. The scapegoats were always one of two options. Sometimes it was men, other times it was white people.
She had a deep despise for men because of my father. As we found out later in life, she had married him because she knew he came from a rich family. The problem was he was completely estranged from his mother and father. He had been around when I was younger, but frequently beat her and ended up skipping town in the middle of the night when I was five. Her life improved dramatically afterwards, and his father even gave us over $100,000 to account for his son’s transgressions. We had only met him once, but he still felt responsible for his deadbeat son.
When the money came in, our lives improved dramatically for a period of about three months. Every toy we wanted was ours, we stayed in hotels when my mom got sick of our apartment, and even got a brand new car until it got repossessed. It wasn’t long until my mother managed to blow through every last penny, leaving us arguably worse than before.
The reason she blamed white people had even less justification. To be honest, there really isn’t even a coherent way to describe what she would yell in her tirades. They were generic insults that failed to account for the fact that all of the problems she faced were self-inflicted.
To make matters worse, almost all of our neighbors were drug addicts or alcoholics. Thievery was rampant, and in general it was a terrible place for a little girl to grow up. I frequently found myself in danger, and narrowly avoided close calls on several occasions.
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Unfortunately it wasn’t just the neighbors that turned to drugs and alcohol. My family did as well. My mother paved the way, with my brother and sisters following close behind. I was the youngest of four. My oldest sister Aliyah got involved with drugs at a young age and disappeared before I ever got to know her well.
My brother was a few years younger than she was, and while he was technically around, he dropped out of school when he was only 16 and started dealing cocaine for one of the neighbors. My mother knew about this, but her only response was that if he wanted to go down that path he would have to give up some of the money he earned as rent.
Kiara was my other sister. She was only two years older than me, but was forced to take care of me from a very young age. She wasn’t even old enough to be taking care of herself when she started taking on responsibilities relating to raising me. It was weird for both of us, but I owe her everything. We were very close for a very long time, but when she was 15 she started drinking heavily. There was always some type of alcohol in the house, even when we didn’t have any food.
I watched as all of them ruined their lives through various addictions, and when I was 13 I made a promise to myself that I would never allow that to happen to me. I was no saint, and I certainly experimented with friends, but I was always very careful not to let anything get out of hand and doubly careful to avoid anything that was addictive.
Don’t get me wrong, I still had plenty of demons to work out, and in the absence of drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, I used sex as my outlet.
I had been exposed to sex from a very young age. My mother had never been very shy about the men
she brought home, and with so many of us living in such a small apartment, there wasn’t much sense of privacy. While some guys were turned off by the idea that an entire family of children were just a thin, see-through beaded doorway away from them having sex, others seemed to borderline enjoy it.
Because of this, I did not grow up like most children wondering how sex worked or what a penis looked like. The drunker the man she brought home, the more likely we all ended up either actually seeing them fuck or at least seeing the men take naked walks to the bathroom.
I’m not sure exactly how this affected me. I know that I was never scared of sex. It always seemed like something natural. I’m not saying that I enjoyed the fact that I saw so many nude men as a child, but I also am not saying that it bothered me. I just grew up feeling that nudity and sex were a part of life.
