Tycoon Daddy

by James, Bianca

  I keened and moaned. More loudly than I would have liked, but I just didn’t care.

  “Suck my clit. I’m ready. I want it Daddy!” I cried.

  Looking down, I could see the hunger in Logan’s eyes. He was actually enjoying it. Licking and slurping my nectar as he worked me into frenzy. He had pulled back my folds and I could see that my delicate little nub had emerged from its protective hood.

  “Look at that,” I said in awe as I marveled at how large he’d made my clit swell. “Look what you’ve done, Daddy. Eat me. Suck it!”

  Using the flat surface of his tongue, Cody began to work on my clit with firm, long strokes of his tongue and alternating with delicate flickers with the tip. The effect was breathtaking. I could feel that familiar wave starting to build, the heat in my pussy ignited by his seemingly insatiable hunger for my pussy.

  “Make me come. I want it. Now!” I screamed not caring if anyone heard me.

  He slapped my ass. I’d forgotten, again, in the throes of passion.

  “I want it now, Daddy!”

  With a series of hard licks followed by a quick succession of rapid flicks with the tip of his tongue, I felt the waves building and the heat spreading from my pussy to my tummy, engulfing me in some kind of pre orgasm state from which there was no turning back.

  Finally, he pushed me over the edge by taking my swollen bud between his lips and sucking it in and out, flickering it with his tongue each time it entered his warm, wet mouth.

  “Ohmygod!” I screamed, unrestrained and with abandon. “Fuck me! I’m coming!”

  I held myself still as I came, savoring each and every sensation from the waves of pleasure that burst within me, flowing from my tummy down to my pussy. The girls at school often said that they didn’t know what the big deal was with oral sex. They hadn’t met my boss!

  Scooching back to nestle on Mr. Kane’s heaving pecs, I could hear his heart race as his chest labored as he struggled for breath.

  “Did I wear you out, Mr. Tycoon Daddy?”

  “Ha. Very funny. You try breathing, sucking and licking a clit and having someone sit on your chest while they throw their head back and have a screaming orgasm in your mouth,” he retorted.

  “Mmmm. No thanks. Not sure I’ll be turning lesbian or bi any time soon. Can’t see myself as a pussy eater. Ever.”

  The next thing I knew, I felt his firm hand grab a handful of my hair and pull me toward his face, which was still moist with my sexual spendings.

  His lips collided with mine and I could smell and taste myself on him. In him. Hell, everywhere, really. All at once. Then something happened. I switched gears from being totally grossed out to becoming aroused at the thought that he had me, my essence anyway, inside of him. I was tasting the proof that he had tasted my juices and swallowed me. And I knew that he’d enjoyed it, too. That realization turned me on and I opened my mouth fully and explored his mouth deeply, enjoying the taste of myself deep inside him.

  Breaking off the kiss, I moved hastily down toward his delectable cock, which had waited long enough for attention.

  “My turn, finally?” he asked with a sly smile.

  “It sure is. Buckle up and keep your dick in the vehicle at all times. This is gonna be a hell of a ride.” I said as I guided his begging member into my cock hungry tunnel and sat upright, ready for action.

  Slowly at first, I swayed my hips back and forth as a kind of a warm up and to get his cock buried as deep as it would go, to where I felt it probing my depths, where I ached with a clawing need to be filled by him. To be satisfied by him. Then I raise myself on my haunches, dug my fingers into his granite-like chest and began to raised and lower myself on him like a pile driver. With each downward thrust, my butt slapped hard against his thighs before I lifted myself to the point where the swollen head of his cock would be engulfed by the tight entrance to my pussy, and then I’d slam down on him again. And Again. Like a ravenous, primal beast wanting nothing more than a raw, sexual release.

  As I dug my finger nails into his skin I could see the look on his face. The pain from my fingers and the pleasure from my wet pussy blurring into one euphoric sensation. He was close to exploding. The look on his face and the responsiveness I felt deep inside each time that enormous head buried itself inside me had me on the brink of another orgasm, too.

  “Let me come, baby,” he wailed. “I want to come. I need it!”

  “Give it to me, Daddy. Fill me up. Come inside me!” I screamed as I pistoned his cock inside me at a desperate and needy pace. I wanted to feel his hot cum burst inside of me. I had to have it.

  “Oh! Fuck!” Was all he had time to cry before his eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open, wordlessly while he came inside me.

  I felt his hot, viscous seed squirt deep into my belly as my own orgasm threatened to overcome me. As much as I wanted to come with him buried to the hilt inside me, there was something else I craved even more.

  While he was still deep in the throes of his own climax, I dismounted his still pulsing cock and planted my cum drenched pussy on his mouth, grinding my swollen clit against his lips relentlessly. I needed to come in his mouth once again. I needed him to taste me after he’d fucked me hard and deep. I had to see him taste our mixed sex juices while I came.

  His eyes widened when he realized what I was doing and I was worried that I’d gone too far and had disgusted him. I had nothing to fear on that score, however, as the next thing I knew, his mouth opened to receive the steady flow of fluids from our coupling and I felt his splendid tongue, once again, deep inside me as my clit grazed his upper lip.

  The first time had been no more than a warm up, I now realized. This was the main event. Seeing him eat my ‘after fuck’ pussy and feeling his tongue inside me was too much. I had to let it go. I had to come in his mouth once more. And I did.

  Leaning back, I grabbed hold of his legs, arched my back and looked up at the ceiling as my orgasm ripped through me unrelentingly. I heard wild, primordial sounds. Wailing sounds. Then I recognized my voice behind them. I was screeching like a wild beast. And loving it!

  Pushing myself forward and upright, I looked into Logan’s eyes. “Lick my clit. Make me come again,” I demanded. “Show me you love me. Show me you love fucking and eating my pussy!”

  I didn’t know where those filthy words were coming from, but they made me hot with lust and I could see desire flaming in his eyes, also. He hadn’t finished with me. Not by a long shot. The taste of our sex and the look in my eyes as I was about to come had ignited his passion once again.

  I held his gaze as I came in his mouth once more. He had such radiant blue eyes. They sparkled as he watched me come and I knew then that I had my boss’s heart. He loved pleasing me as much as I loved it and loved pleasing him. I knew he would do anything for me. Absolutely anything.

  Chapter 5

  I was becoming a little obsessed with my boss. I know I should call him Mr. Kane but he demands I call him “Daddy” when we’re alone. I knew that. Maybe more than a little obsessed, if you must know. I’d get so insanely jealous when he was away on business and I imagined him flirting with those stuck up hostesses on his private jet. I’m quite sure they all vied for his attention, wiggling their pert little asses and flashing their tits all over the place. OK, maybe not exactly flashing but showing a lot of cleavage, then. Same thing and it really pissed me off. Big time, if you can’t already tell. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I was imagining.

  But maybe it was a whole lot worse.

  Mr. Kane and I both knew there was something happening between us. At the same time, we both knew it simply couldn’t be. My God! The scandal if anyone found out. It would go viral on social media. His life would turn to crap and then where would we be? I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if my mom found out.

  What was that word Grandpa used to say when he thought I wasn’t listening? It pretty well summed up this total mess of a situation. There was no real solution and everything was totall
y fucked up. Oh! I remember, now.

  Clusterfuck!

  Good word Grandpa.

  “Hey, Megan! You home?” I heard Mr. Kane call out as he came through the front door. He’d been away doing something called an arbitrage deal in Hong Kong. Fuck knows what that is exactly but I knew it involved his private jet, hostesses and hotel rooms in Hong Kong.

  I had hoped to cope better than I did with his absence. Each evening I’d have a long soak in the master bathroom tub. There’s nothing like a long, relaxing soak in a hot bathtub full of whatever the bubbly aromatic shit was I’d bought from that hippy shop at the mall. Well, with Mr. Kane yelling for me, the whole hippy-meditation thing was going to be a total bust tonight

  I needed the time alone to get my head around things and work out how I really felt. I was like a dog chasing a car, only I’d caught the car and wasn’t sure what to do with it.

  Kill me now, I thought as I realized that my chance to relax and come to terms with all the stuff that had been going on with Mr. Kane was actually going to be totally ruined. By fucking Mr. Kane! What the hell?

  See. Like I said…Clusterfuck!

  “Where are you? I know you’re home, I saw your handbag in the kitchen,” he called out from the hallway.

  “Bathroom. Having a peaceful, relaxing, ‘me-time’ bath,” I called back, hoping he’d take the hint.

  Wrong.

  “Can I come in? I’ve got some news.” He cracked the door and stepped through.

  He could be a self-absorbed little shit sometimes, but I couldn’t stay angry with him. Besides, isn’t that par for the course with these billionaire types? Each time I saw the soft waves of his salt and pepper hair as it fell around his gorgeous face, my heart melted and I felt a lump in my throat. And now was no exception. He was the best looking guy in town. No, wait, the world.

  Wearing a tailored suit that looked it had been designed to do nothing but show off his perfectly V-shaped torso and pants that made his butt look like it was ripe for the picking, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Rip his suit and shirt off and he’d beat a Calvin Klein model hands down. Yep, that’s my hunky boss—he’s fucking adorable. Despite is ‘maturity’.

  Yum!

  “Sure. Come in but close the door, there’s a draft.” I tried to stop ogling him as best I could.

  “You want the news?”

  “Hurry up, hit me, don’t shit me.” I held my palms up in expectation of his big news.

  “I’ve got a massive deal cooking in China. So big I’m considering relocating the entire organization over there, including the domestic staff.”

  “Wow! That’s awesome. But what about the kids?”

  “I should be able to fly them over there to stay during their school breaks. Or I might be able to work something out with their mom so they stay half a year with me and I put them in a private school while they’re there,” Logan proposed.

  “What about ‘us’, though? What happens with us?”

  “That’s the thing, over there, nobody cares. Businessmen over there have mistresses, sometimes more than one and usually they are half the man’s age. It’s a different culture and we would just blend in. We’d not have to keep it a secret any longer.”

  “And your kids? How are they going to take it?”

  “I’m still working on that,” he lamented.

  Suddenly he looked uncomfortable at my nakedness.

  “Like you haven’t seen me naked before or something?” I joked.

  “Yeah, well … this is different. You’re in the bath. All bubbly and everything. And I just barge in like what I have to say is more important than your privacy. I got a bot excited and carried away.”

  “Well,” I tried to appease him, “it is way more important that my hippy-style bubble bath. Stay and chat while I soak?”

  “You sure?” He quirked an eyebrow.

  “Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t, would I? Sit on the edge of the tub and tell me about this big Hong Kong deal.”

  And so he did…for what seemed like forever.

  “You want to join me,” I asked, immediately annoyed that, once more, I was allowing myself to be wooed by Mr. Kane’s charm and good looks. It still didn’t feel right. I know I started it. Or did he start it. Whatever…I still wasn’t totally sure I was doing the right thing.

  It’s more than superficial attraction, though. I couldn’t define it. I felt lured by him. Even thinking about him caused a stirring in my belly and an aching emptiness between my legs that I longed for him to fill.

  “I don’t know.” he replied with a doubtful expression. “Maybe we should cool things down a bit and see how we feel then.

  “Yeah, you’re right. We shouldn’t. I know that. But you feel it, too, right? It’s not just me, is it?”

  He nodded. “I do and I feel kind of weird and guilty every time I look at you and feel the… stirrings.”

  “Oh, so I’m a stirring now, am I?” I playfully splashed him with a handful of bathwater.

  “Don’t start that again. You know what happened last time you got me wet.” His eyes lit up and his mouth erupted into the most beautiful smile as he recalled the day he plunged into me on the hood of his car, taking and claiming for the first time.

  I smiled too. We had grown quite close since then, although we still tried to pretend we were still just boss and employee, I think it would have been obvious to anyone looking at us that we had something going on. Or maybe I just imagined that’s what they’d see.

  After that day, things were different, but neither of us ever really talked about it. It was like a dark secret that we felt unable to talk out loud about. For him it was a very dark secret that he could never let anyone find out.

  “Seriously, though, what are we going to do?” I asked.

  Logan played with the bubbles on the surface of the water and furrowed his brow as he thought it through.

  “That’s really helpful,” I said with an edge of sarcasm in my voice. “Not.”

  “So, what do you want to do?” he asked me, his expression serious and intense.

  “I’d like to not work for you anymore but, you know, still ‘see you’ if you know what I mean. But I don’t think I’m smart enough to do anything else other than be a maid and nanny and it’s not easy getting work doing that. Maybe I could work in retail? Fashion maybe? I’m good with that stuff. And with people, too,” I mused.

  “You’re plenty smart enough to do whatever you want, Megan. You really are. I think you’ve been paying the ditzy domestic help card for so long now that you’re starting to believe your own hype.”

  “Now you’re just being polite.”

  “No, I’m not. I mean it and we’ve both got to figure out a way we can deal with all this.”

  “Come in. You know you want to. Tell me again you’re not tempted?”

  I could see the swelling in his pants and knew he was more than tempted. He thought it over for another nanosecond before kicking off his shoes and taking his trousers, jacket and shirt off. Within seconds, his magnificent, athletic body stood naked before me. I felt like one of those Egyptian queens. Reclining in a heated bath, admiring the eye-candy slaves whose sole purpose it was to pleasure her. All I needed was someone to feed me some grapes and I’d have the complete scene.

  “So, are you coming in?” I asked. Although I was hoping I could check him out for a while more. I loved his broad, commanding shoulders. They were divine to touch as was his thickly muscled back when I wrapped my arms around him.

  Yum.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. Now quick, get in before the water gets cold.”

  As he lowered himself into the huge tub, it didn’t seem so huge any more. Logan’s long legs straddled either side of me and his expansive, muscular chest seemed to fill all of the available space above the waterline. He certainly was a powerfully built unit.

  Leaning forward, I made a lunge for his penis under the water. I had to know if he
was still hard or not.

  Of course he was.

  He’s a guy. Why did I even bother wondering?

  “You’ve got a nice touch. I like the feel of that,” he said as I stroked him with my fingertips.

  “And you’ve got the most magnificent cock. Ever. I’ve not really touched it before. At least not with my hand.” I smiled cheekily. “You want me to keep exploring?”

  He nodded. A hungry look shone in his eyes.

  Logan moaned and laid back against the end of the bathtub, closing his eyes to enjoy my attention. After what he did for me last time, I owed him something special and I had a few ideas popping into my head as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked slowly and lightly, bringing him to a very full and impressive erection.

  I loved how good it felt knowing my touch was invoking this primal reaction. Knowing that I could arouse and pleasure him at will, with nothing but the touch of my fingertips. Even though I was somewhat inexperienced and unworldly in these matters. Mr. Kane had taught me a thing or two and unleashed a wicked, sinful sexual predator in me and awakened a hunger for more experience and a thirst for more knowledge.

  Keeping one hand working his cock, I allowed my other hand to trace a gentle path down the inside of his thighs, stopping when I reached his rock hard, muscular butt. Then I worked my hand up again and each time I repeated the cycle, he would mew a sound of contentment from deep in his throat.

  “Play with my balls. I want to feel those magic fingers on my sack, baby.”

  I loved it when he called me that.

  Cupping his balls in my hand felt a little weird in the water as they kind of floated on my palm but he seemed to enjoy it, if the smile that lit up his sweet, kissable lips was any indication.