Double Dare: A Fake Fiancee MMF Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But another wonderful surprise happened as well. As she jerked and squealed, her pussy began to spray. At first, it felt like a warm drizzle against my lower thighs and I figured it was just some female cum. But when the drizzle became a shower, I realized that my step was a squirter, a true female ejaculator. Fuck fuck fuck. I was a lucky man.

  I let our bodies run their course, my sacs emptying into her body, depositing the virile seed into her sweet insides as her cunny pumped me for more, her juices spraying like a garden hose every which way. It was fucking amazing, my step was a talented little girl, we were both coated in her cum now, the juices on my thighs and abs, smeared all over her ass and legs.

  And as we calmed and relaxed, I stroked her shoulders, smoothing that creamy skin, letting myself enjoy the feminine curve of her back.

  “Did you like it honey?” I murmured into her ear, pulling myself out, watching as cum spilled down her thigh.

  “Oh Daddy,” she moaned, looking at me mischievously over her shoulder. “Again?”

  And I knelt behind her, tracing my tongue over those sweet folds, ready to begin the second assault.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Cleo

  Drake was so sweet and caring. After he took my pussy cherry, he picked me up and took me to the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us before placing me down to stand on the tile floor.

  He surveyed my body slowly, his eyes running over my sweet curves. My pussy was running with cream, his semen smeared over my thighs, mixing for a heady brew with my juices.

  But I was a little embarrassed at how exposed I was even though he’d just been in my body, and covered my boobs with my hands, shielding them, suddenly shy.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. “I feel empty.”

  Drake chuckled as he nuzzled my neck, blasting the hot water before pulling me in with him.

  “Daddy will solve that momentarily,” he rumbled, “Just let me get you clean first.”

  And slowly he massaged shower gel over my body, trailing his fingers over my lush curves, squeezing and rolling my breasts in his hands, letting his fingers slide into the vee between my thighs.

  “Ahh!” I moaned, my legs parting automatically.

  “Baby I usually want my sperm in you, I want this hot white to stay as long as possible in your channel,” he said as he massaged my twat, “but this time, I’m going to help you get clean, get fresh because Daddy’s taking you in the behind next.”

  And I couldn’t answer because his fingers were working magic on me, stroking in circles around my clit, teasing the little nub before lightly flicking it, giving it a firm pinch.

  And I lost it then, it felt so good that I creamed immediately, shivers running through my body, spreading from my cunt to the tips of my fingers and toes, making me go weak inside.

  “Ohhhh!” I squealed, my cunny giving it up, gushing heavily, my nectar overflowing.

  And Drake was on his knees before me in a second, drinking it up, letting my honey spill down his throat, savoring every last drop.

  “Mmm, baby your twat juice is amazing,” he murmured against my folds. “I love when you gush into my mouth.”

  And with his tongue, he lapped at my hole, collecting as much cream as possible before pushing it backwards to my ass.

  “Oh!” I shrieked. It felt so good to have a man there, his tongue touching my asshole, rimming my sweet ring, making it wink and pucker delightfully. And Drake merely laughed deep in his chest, pushing me back until I sat on the seat in the shower, taking a thigh in each big hand and lifting my legs until my feet were balanced on the edge of the ledge, my pussy and ass exposed to his gaze.

  And he stared at me, the pink flesh vibrating still, little shocks occasionally running through my cunt, my clit still hard and erect.

  “Fuck,” he groaned before diving in again, licking every square inch of real estate, circling my back hole before coming up to my pussy again to pick up some cream before spreading it to my ass.

  Finally satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed, Drake knelt in front of me, his dick erect, pulsing and dripping at the tip, ten inches of ecstasy at full attention.

  “Baby, Daddy’s gonna get his cock wet in you,” he ground out as he pressed into my cunny.

  And with a gasp and a shriek, Drake was buried to the balls in me again. I was sore, so sore, but it felt so good too, the tip of his shaft reaching almost to my throat.

  “Yes Daddy, get yourself wet,” I panted between gasps. “Oh, feels good.”

  And Drake did a couple strokes in me, letting me feel the massiveness of his dick, the length and girth so difficult for a recent virgin to accommodate. But I loved it, pulling my pussy lips wide to let him in, give him better access, savoring the deep slide of his penis.

  “Yes,” I murmured, my eyes closed, “Yes.”

  But Drake pulled out all the way then, dick dripping with a gleam in his eyes, and pointed his cock at my back hole.

  “Daddy’s gonna take your ass cherry too,” he said silkily before pressing against the ring.

  By now, I gushing between my legs again but that big penis still had me on edge.

  “Daddy,” I breathed even as he leaned forwards, increasing the pressure on my ass. “I’m not sure if I can, you’re so big,” I whispered hesitantly, shifting uncomfortably. It was all so soon, I wasn’t sure if I could do it.

  But Drake merely increased the pressure with his hips, pulling my butt forward even more to give himself better leverage and placed a soft kiss against my lips.

  “Baby, you can do it,” he rumbled. “You’re Daddy’s little girl.”

  And with that my sphincter popped and his cock slid all the way up my ass, the penetration so deep, so consuming that my moan became a high-pitched whine, my body writhing under his as he burned up my insides, drilling me deep.

  “Ohhh,” was all I could manage, “Ohhh Daddy!”

  And slowly, Drake began to rock his hips in and out while murmuring in my ear.

  “Fuck baby, you feel so good, your ass is so tight, so dry still, Daddy loves it,” he hummed against my jaw and the nasty words made my body crank up even higher, my pussy positively gushing now, the sweet cream running from my slit down to my ass, coating his cock as it moved in and out.

  “Fuck baby, this looks so hot, look at us, look at my dick in your body, using you,” he panted, and when I looked down, I saw how dirty, how nasty it was. My butt clung to him, squeezing him tight as he pushed in, winking whenever he left, desperate to get filled again.

  “You’re a butt slut, aren’t you?” he whispered harshly, staring into my eyes, streaks of color slashed across his cheeks. “A little butt slut.”

  And I came then, I couldn’t help it, the wickedness of our acts overwhelming me as a massive tidal wave ripped through my body.

  “Oh!” I screamed, my pussy vibrating, shaking with tremors, both my cunt and asshole clamping and spasming with orgasm. “Oh Drake!”

  And the big man came then as well, his balls high and tight, spraying ream after ream of hot jizz up my ass, so much that it overflowed and semen came oozing out between us. We watched as our bodies shook and heaved, the juices flowing, sprays of fluid mixing, our honey hot, wet and oh so sweet.

  And after it was over, he stayed in me, dick still hard, my ass clenched around his pole. But there was so much semen, so much sperm that I was overfilling and had to let it out.

  So with a small hand, I pulled my buttock down, grabbing one fleshy orb so that there was a bit of gape around his dick and sure enough, semen came spilling out, the white creamy ooze dripping wetly to the floor.

  I said nothing, my eyes entranced as I witnessed the dirty sight, the puddle of goo forming on the floor. And Drake merely chuckled.

  “You’re my dirty virgin, Cleo,” he whispered in my ear, softly palming a breast with his dick still inside. “My very own dirty virgin.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Cleo

  Daddy and I have been going at it non-stop
for two weeks now. After that special shower, I basically moved right into his suite although at first I was a little hesitant.

  “Daddy, do you think it’s okay?” I asked tentatively. “I mean, will Lorena mind?”

  But Drake merely laughed, showing off those dark good looks before drawing me into his arms.

  “Cleo, once again you know your mom and I haven’t done anything in a long time. In fact,” he said, a cloud descending over his brow, “I think she’s been fucking the pool boy, what’s his name?”

  “Carlos?” I said in a small voice.

  “Yeah,” nodded the big man. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Lorena wouldn’t dare do this openly in front of our neighbors. I’d never let her smear my name, be the cuckold. But seeing that I’m with you now,” he breathed in my ear, “I don’t give a fuck what she does.”

  And I’d giggled a little then.

  “Are we together Daddy? Like together together?”

  And Drake merely licked my earlobe, nuzzled my neck before a big hand crept down to my pussy, slowly stroking through my panties, making me moan and twist.

  “You bet we’re together together,” he rumbled, testing my warmth while stretching out the tightness. “You bet your ass we are.”

  And I’d giggled again even as I moaned because everything was fair game with Drake now, my cunt, my mouth, my ass, everything had been filled with him many times over, his seed spilled from me everywhere. And the truth was that I loved it. I loved the sensation of hot white dripping down my thighs, swallowing his tangy concoction, smearing it into my breasts as a special type of lotion.

  Who knows how long we would have gone on like this? Possibly forever, given how good it was, how satisfying.

  But my mom hadn’t forgotten her long-ago promise. On Friday we were at the breakfast table when she turned to me.

  “Cleo, I’m looking forward to our girls’ night out tonight,” she remarked with a sly smile.

  Drake looked over his paper, immediately suspicious. He had no idea that Mom had invited me to the Donkey Club a week ago.

  “What’s going on?” he frowned. “You’ve never shown interest in your daughter before,” he growled at Lorena.

  I looked up swiftly. It was unusual for Drake to acknowledge me so openly even though we were getting it on all the time. I was pretty sure that my mom knew I was living in her husband’s quarters now, but there was no need to wave it in her face, no need for Daddy to be overly possessive at the breakfast table.

  But my mom wasn’t concerned at all.

  “Oh Drake,” trilled Lorena. “Dinner and a show are for old fogeys. Cleo and I have something exciting planned … girls’ secret,” she winked.

  My stepdad frowned again. “Okay, well don’t get too crazy. Cleo’s got a lot on her plate,” he said.

  My mom smiled and nodded.

  “Of course, Cleo’s got college to plan for, applications and essays,” she replied. “We’ll be home before you know it,” she promised. “Cleo,” she reminded me. “Let’s plan our outfits for tonight. The City is special and we don’t want to look passé.”

  What a funny comment since my mom has never looked passé in her life. She was all sizzling curves, seductive smiles, oozing the charm of a worldly sophisticate. There was no way my mom would be ever be caught in something last season, much less old-fashioned and outdated.

  So I just rolled my eyes, shooting a sweet smile at Drake before leaving with my mom to select an outfit for the night. And it was a good thing because my mom’s idea of appropriate attire was completely different from mine. She’d referred to the Donkey Club as a gentlemen’s establishment, so I figured something elegant, sexy without being revealing was appropriate. I held out a cocktail dress, a royal blue number, the hem coming down to my knees. It was sophisticated without being overly conservative, perfect for some mother/daughter time.

  “How about this, Ma?” I asked, holding it up to my chest. “Understated and classy, perfect right?”

  My mom glanced over.

  “Oh Cleo, you’re so funny,” she said, snatching the dress out of my hands. “The Donkey Club is a gentlemen’s club honey, that dress is totally wrong.”

  I was surprised. What was wrong with the blue number?

  “Okay Ma, well should I go nicer and worse? I have no idea what would be appropriate,” I said. And we pawed through my whole closet before settling on an outfit. It was the weirdest thing. My mom urged me to wear my sexiest, slinkiest lingerie, a tiny hot pink set where the lace of my bra barely covered my nipples, the dusky outline of my areola visible underneath. But the clothes I wore over them – they were ridiculously countrified. I wore a tiny crop top layered underneath shortie overalls showing off a glimpse of midriff, my legs exposed. Frankly, I was embarrassed to be going into New York City dressed like this. But what the hell – I was happy just to spend time with my mom. So we got into a black car and zoomed off to the City, dusk descending around us, the night slowly dimming, our senses enhanced.

  And we pulled up at the curb of a totally anonymous building.

  “Are you sure this is a gentlemen’s club?” I asked dubiously, getting out. Absolutely nothing about the establishment gave any indication of what went on inside. The windows were blacked out and there was the dim thumping of music, but that could have been the bar across the street. Only a neon outline of a donkey lit up the sky, indicating that we were at the right place.

  “Oh please baby, of course this is the right place,” sang my mom. “I’ve been here a million times. Come on, let’s go.”

  And when we stepped into the Donkey Club that night I could see why my mom had suggested the overalls. The place was fucking ridiculous. This wasn’t a gentlemen’s club, this was a countrified trailer-park nickel and dime strip tease. A long, low bar took up half the room with signs overhead flashing Corona, Coors, your choice of cheap beer. Peanut shells littered the floor, sawdust coming up in fumes, and the tables didn’t look so clean either, grimy and smeared with unidentifiable sticky substances.

  But what caught my attention were the three poles in the center of the room, girls gyrating under the spotlights, letting it all go in time to the thump of the music. The sheer explicitness of their moves, the uninhibited dancing, took my breath away. One girl was bent over, totally nude, her hands on the ground, cunny pressed backwards against the gleaming golden pole. And as the crowd roared, she humped her butt up and down, rubbing her snatch against the metal, smiling and winking at the audience.

  But it wasn’t over yet. Slowly the brunette pulled her vag away, the pole now smeared with her pussy juice, the golden color dimmed with creamy white. And the chickie hopped around so that she was face-forward on her knees, caressing the rigid metal as she swiped at it with her tongue, licking up that delicious nectar. Oh yeah, she was tasting her honey, lasciviously licking her lips as she sucked up pussy cream.

  But the woman next to her was even more daring. I watched with shocked eyes as she danced to the edge of the stage, pulling her g-string to the side, and let a man nuzzle between her legs. Oh yeah, I was sure he’d licked her there, tasted that little clit judging from the shiver than ran through her body, the half-closed eyes, the wetness smeared on her thighs. And the woman let out a little half-scream of ecstasy before snapping her thong back in place, dancing over to another crowd of men, shimmying seductively before doing a full squat, the material hiding nothing, pussy lips gleaming, bisected only by the tiniest string of fabric.

  Breathing hard, I tried to look nonchalant, like I wasn’t a total newbie, but my nervousness was overwhelming.

  “Mom, are you sure this is the right place?” I whispered again, poking her in the ribs, eyes darting right and left. “Is this what happens at gentlemen’s bars?”

  My mom just tittered, patting my hand gently.

  “Of course this is the right place, baby,” she purred. “You’ve just never seen the seedier side of things, girls who really know how to hustle. Jimmy, over here!” sh
e called, waving one hand.

  And a man came up to us, gushing.

  “Lorena, you look fantastic. We’ve missed you!” he exclaimed. “It’s been a sad three years without you here at the Donkey Club.”

  Wait a minute, my mom had worked here just three years ago?

  “Hi Jimmy,” she purred, taking off her coat. “I’ve missed you guys too, but I brought something … err, someone to make up for my absence,” she said. “This is my daughter Cleo.”

  Jimmy gaped, looking at me.

  “Lorena!” he exclaimed. “You have a daughter who’s eighteen? You are so young, so beautiful, I never guessed you had children.”

  My mom smirked. “I had my baby early, but you know us Latinas,” she said. “We are beaooo-tee-ful forever. Think Sofia Vergara. You know that bitch has an adult son? Oh yeah and she’s still got that va-va-voom.”

  “That’s definitely true,” murmured Jimmy appreciatively, practically drooling at my mom’s sassy curves. “Ladies, let me show you to our VIP area. Can I take your coat?” he said, courteously extending an arm.

  At this point, I was totally intimidated, not sure what came next. It felt so wrong in the seedy joint, the fact that a ton of horny dudes were already looking me up and down like a tasty piece of candy. But I didn’t know what else to do, trapped like a rabbit. So I just went with the flow.

  “Yes please,” I said loudly, trying not to show my nervousness. “Thanks, I’ll pick it up from the coat check when we leave.”

  But my mom went one step further.

  “Cleo honey, take off your clothes,” she commanded. “Just leave your lingerie on.”

  I gawped, looking at her with shock, but my mom paid me no mind. In fact, she was following her own instructions – she began disrobing, slipping her shorts and t-shirt off to reveal a purple bra and g-string underneath.