Double Dare: A Fake Fiancee MMF Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But the girl just colored even more, shaking her head stubbornly.

  “No Mr. Jones,” she said in a low voice. “I can’t let you do that, please understand,” she said, her voice wobbly, her chin trembling a little.

  And suddenly I realized how much she didn’t want this to be some nasty money-for-sex exchange, how she’d categorized this as “helping her dad” rather than “selling her virginity for cash.” So I let it go, sensitive to the brunette’s needs and wants, how much this transaction was probably taking out of her. Shit, this was getting to be more than what even I’d bargained for, I needed to be more careful around Lindy otherwise my heart would slip and I’d find myself flat on my face, gasping for air.

  So turning the conversation light once again, I teased her about her curls, about her fine, curvy form.

  “And I want to see you put on some weight, put some jiggle on that body,” I grinned lasciviously at her while passing over a jar of maple syrup. “Put this gooey shit all over your pancakes, it’s got a lot of calories.”

  And the girl just nodded as I poured a generous amount of amber liquid over her short stack, licking her lips in anticipation, her pink tongue flickering slightly, making my heart stop and my mouth water. Because Lindy was so fucking sexy, so amazing without even knowing it. I loved how she dug into the food, relishing it with a voracious appetite, savoring every last bite, even closing her eyes as she swallowed, like I was a Master Chef who’d served her a five-course meal.

  “Mmmm, that was good, thank you Chris,” she purred. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  And I grinned at her.

  “There’s a lot of things you don’t know baby girl, and I’m about to teach you,” I growled before pouncing on her. Because I couldn’t wait anymore. Even though breakfast had taken only about half an hour, I was so hungry for her, dying inside, watching those sweet lips caress the pancakes, swallow the syrup, that I wanted her bad, wrapped around me, that mouth on me, swallowing my syrup. So I grabbed her and rushed up the stairs, dumping her unceremoniously on my bed.

  And oh fuck, what happened was so amazing, so dirty and unreal that I almost creamed myself. I tasted that swollen pussy, drank her nectar, sampled the honey within, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Lindy’s so aromatic, her cream slick and wet, running down my throat in gushes, and I loved as she heaved above me, her boobs bouncing here and there as I licked her twat.

  “Ohhh Mr. Jones,” she cried out, eyes alive, feeling a man’s tongue on her clit for the first time. “Ohhhh.”

  Fuck, even the way she said “Mr. Jones” was such a fucking turn-on, my mast popped out at full force, the pre-cum dripping wetly from the head. But this first orgasm was hers, all hers, and I was determined to ride it until Lindy was nothing but a gasping, moaning pile in my arms.

  And it wasn’t hard to do. The girl was so sensitive, so responsive and attuned to my every touch, my every directive, that she creamed within minutes, orgasming hard on my face, giving it all up with my tongue buried in her pussy, caressing her hymen as it vibrated with shock, with ecstasy, her cunt clenching and spasming as her eyes rolled back, screaming. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I was alive on all fronts, my senses heightened, like I was Superman on drugs, powerful, omniscient, that’s how amazing Lindy made me feel.

  And when it was over, the brunette was sweet, looking at me through half-lidded eyes, that heaving, plump body covered in a light sheen of sweat, creamy and glistening under the low lights.

  “Mr. Jones,” she laughed, panting a little still, those big boobies jiggling with her giggle. “But you haven’t, you know …” she said, blushing again.

  And I dropped another kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue across her clit for good measure.

  “I know, baby,” I said smoothly. “I haven’t forgotten because yeah, you’re taking my dick next.”

  And the brunette’s breathy gasp, the desire lighting in her eyes, only confirmed what I suspected and now knew for sure. This was going to be the best ten days of my life … bar none.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lindy

  The sex had been amazing. There, I said it. Sex. Or did that count? Did orgasming on Chris’s face count as sex or did his dick have to be in me?

  Suddenly I was lost and confused because that’s what Mr. Jones does to me. He’s so charismatic, so charming that suddenly I find myself doing what he wants, when he wants. He could probably say, “Lindy, spin on my dick like an ice skater,” and I’d probably just murmur, “How fast, Mr. Jones? Just tell me how fast?”

  Because I could feel it, I could feel how much under his spell I was. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him to put it in, to take me, make me his. And the way he was reaching for me now, his big body tense again, those muscles rippling, a certain gleam in those dark blue eyes told me that my dream was about to come true.

  “Baby come closer,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. And I melted inside, I couldn’t wait to be near him, to wrap myself all around this big man but my body betrayed me. I’ve always been a little clumsy and I just wasn’t sure how. So awkwardly, I hoisted myself over, landing between his spread legs with a thunk on the mattress, my generous behind bouncing as my breasts flew this way and that.

  I half expected him to shake his head in disgust, the unladylike way I’d just plopped myself in front of him, but instead the big man laughed, one hand going up to stroke a breast, pinch my nipple, while the other one lazily caressed my thigh.

  “Baby got back,” he murmured against my lips while kissing me. “And boy does that back fly.”

  I just leaned into him, reveling in his approval. Because oh yeah, the big man loved my curves, adored the fact that I had huge Double D’s and a giant ass, in fact he wanted me to put on more weight. And I grew heated within, realizing how perfect we were together, man and woman together, adoring each other, bringing each other to the highest heights.

  But wait, that hadn’t happened yet. Despite the fact that he’d made me cream and shudder for him wetly, Mr. Jones hadn’t come yet and I desperately wanted him to … with his dick in my pussy.

  So I mewled and lapped at him, running my tongue delicately across the strong jaw, sampling him while biting lightly at his shoulder.

  “Please Mr. Jones,” I said sweetly. “Put it in? My kitty wants you.”

  And the big man’s shaft was a massive fucking pole between us, standing straight up and leaking from the tip, practically brushing against my nipples it was so hard and stiff. So I knew he wanted it, and it was just a matter of getting it in, right? But I was naïve and had no idea how simplistic my views were.

  “Honey,” he ground out. “I want you to get my pole wet first.”

  I looked at him, puzzled.

  “But Mr. Jones, there’s pre-cum running all over your dick. Aren’t you wet enough already?” I asked innocently, reaching out one finger to touch the tip where the white cum flowed from, the source of the goodness. And oh god, it was my first time touching a penis and it felt so good. I circled his head, exploring a little, the glans puffy and deep purple, hard yet soft at once, slickly wet with his semen. And then I ran my little fist down his shaft, pumping it experimentally, tracing a vein delicately with my fingertip before playing with his balls down below.

  “Ahhh,” groaned the big man, his face growing strained, eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he growled roughly.

  I paused for a moment, my hand stilling.

  “Mr. Jones, don’t you like it?” I asked innocently, eyes wide, boobies jutting out to there. We were seated facing each other and my hard nipples could almost touch his chest, we were so close.

  “Fuck, you know I fucking love it,” he ground out. “But I want you to wet me with your juice.”

  Now I was really puzzled.

  “But how?” I cocked my head, spreading my legs to look down at my pussy. Of course the folds were wet and pulsing already, glistening under the light, swollen with orgasm and desire, but I didn’t see how exa
ctly to get my pussy cream on him unless he put it in.

  The big man just shook his head, sensing my bewilderment.

  “Here,” he said, holding out a hand, “get up for a minute.”

  And I stood up for a moment as he lay back, his legs spread out with his dick in front of him, sticking straight up in the air. Fuck, it was really leaking now, a dripping faucet with a constant stream of cum oozing out the tip. It looked delicious and my mouth watered, dying to taste, but Mr. Jones had plans first.

  “Now straddle my legs,” he ground out roughly, “Careful, don’t fall.”

  And slowly, I brought myself down so that we were facing each other, my ass on his thighs, my legs parted so that my pussy was almost covering his balls. Giggling, I ground down a little on those sensitive testicles, loving the way the soft skin felt against my slick folds. Mmm, it was just so yummy.

  But Mr. Jones shot me a sharp look.

  “That’s it, honey, I want you to grind away but I want you to do it on my dick, do the camel toe slide.”

  A camel toe slide? What the fuck was that? But the big man was ready.

  “Baby,” he said hoarsely. “I’m gonna teach you how to ride my dick horizontally, rubbing that little kitty all over my fuckpole so you get it wet with your cream, and then you’re gonna sit down on me. Got it?”

  And I didn’t get it at all, but I loved the way it sounded so I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Just show me what to do, Mr. Jones, and I’ll do it,” I whispered.

  And groaning, he pulled his dick towards him so that it lay flat against his stomach.

  “Now mount it,” he commanded. “Get up and pull your pussy lips apart and then slide up and down my dick.”

  And slowly, I did as I was told. I hoisted myself on my knees and reached two fingers down to part my lips, baring my moist, wet kitty. And then I leaned forward, planting my pussy down on his shaft horizontally and began rubbing up and down.

  Fuck! It felt so good. I’d never dreamed about humping a man’s dick this way but it was fucking heaven, his shaft was so hot, so hard under my cunt, I could feel his veins throbbing beneath my own swollen flesh, and the angle was perfect.

  “That’s right,” the big man said hoarsely, his eyes hot on where we touched, where my pink folds parted so sweetly over his pole, glued to the giant shaft, gripping him tight. “Rub yourself up and down sweetheart, get me wet with your cunt juice. And make yourself feel good baby, rub that clit against my shaft while you do the slide.”

  And I arched my hips forward and back, dragging my nub along his shaft, teasing myself, teasing him, feeling the hot meat move slickly through my pussy lips. God, it was so fucking hot that I gushed more, the cream spilling out and smearing all over him as I slid back and forth along the big man’s fuckpole.

  “That’s it,” he rasped hoarsely, his eyes still glued to the nasty sight. “Keep creaming, get me wet with your fuckjuice.”

  And I went at it like a crazy girl then. I humped myself up and down, dragging my clit against his hot meat, the man staff making me tremble, jiggle and shiver. My nub of pleasure felt like it was going to explode and I kept gushing hot gust after hot gust of pussy cream, the fluids between us so copious, so overwhelming that we were both coated in white now.

  And the big man threw his head back and roared, his face tense with pleasure. I almost thought he’d come, but no, he was saving the best for last.

  “Now fuck me, little girl,” he commanded. “Fuck that big dick with your virgin pussy.”

  I gasped. I’d always thought it would be easier the first time if the man took charge, if he grabbed my hips and thrust in, it’d be done in half a second, my hymen busted and gone.

  But the big man chuckled deep in his chest, shaking his head.

  “No baby, I’ve always wanted to see a desperate virgin fuck herself onto my dick,” he rasped. “And that desperate virgin just happens to be you.”

  Oh god, oh god. Was I stuck in some kind of sick fantasy? Some kind of weird porn movie where I acted out a depraved scene? But the thing is that I did want Chris, I was so horny and willing that I was actually going to do what he ordered. So I lifted my hips, high up on my knees, and tried to lower myself down on his aching shaft.

  It was okay at first. My pussy lips kissed his dick tip, brushing gently, like a butterfly landing on a flower. And as I pressed down, they split, parting wetly over his head and oh god but he felt good and I moaned deep in my chest, my vaginal hole breached for the first time by a man’s stiff shaft. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

  “Keep going,” Chris ground out, his eyes never leaving my face. “Fuck that hungry kitty onto my dick, show me how much you want it.”

  And screwing up my face, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried again. Pushing down once more, I forced my pelvic area down so that a couple more inches of cock slid in, making me scream, shriek at the incredible fullness, the way my pussy lips hugged his cock, gripping him tight, my inner channel breached.

  “Oh god, oh god!” I screamed. “Mr. Jones!”

  And the big man was encouraging.

  “You’re almost there baby girl,” he soothed. “We’re at the breaking point, do you feel that? My dick tip is pressed against your hymen baby. If you really want me in you, you’ll do it.”

  And I knew it was true. I was so stretched, so full, so fucked, but I needed him in me all the way, balls pressed against my asshole, clit tight up against his pelvic region. So I took a deep breath, screwing up my eyes and screamed once before impaling myself all the way.

  “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Because I’d done it. I’d pushed myself all the way down until he was buried to the hilt, and my pussy ached from the penetration, he was fucking me so deep and I could hardly breathe, the shock of having a man in my most secret space, buried all the way to the core, psychologically and physically spinning me onto another plane.

  But the big man held on to me, nuzzling me, soothing me, encouraging me.

  “That’s it baby girl,” he murmured against my neck. “You’ve been a good girl and busted your own hymen on my cock. Good girl, I’d say you deserve a reward.”

  And with that, he rocked his hips forward once, jolting me. Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’d thought it couldn’t go any deeper but suddenly Chris was pushing even further up my vaginal channel, so full I thought his dick my pop out in my throat, my pussy gushing loads of cream as he breached me, touched parts in me I didn’t even know existed.

  “Chris,” I moaned, grabbing those broad shoulders, pulling him to me. “Chris.”

  And he chuckled deep in his chest, although there was a hitch to his voice, like he couldn’t quite control his body’s reaction either.

  “Fuck little girl, you fucking feel so good,” he rasped. “Now I’m gonna fuck that kitty until you can’t walk.”

  And he was as good as his word. Grabbing my fleshy hips in his hands, he began to rock, pushing up, then down, up, down, each thrust of his penis making me mewl, moan and gasp breathily, my forehead dropping limply against his shoulder as my boobs bobbled between us, the tips trailing against his chest.

  “Oh god,” I cried, “oh god, yes, just like that.”

  And the big man turned it up a notch then.

  “Fuck you, honey, I need to fuck you hard now, I gotta cum in that sweet puss.” And with renewed energy, he grabbed my hips so that they were still and began fucking upwards like a piston, his dick drilling into me again and again as he grunted, his body coursing with energy, the cords in his neck tight as his jaw clenched with strain.

  “Fuck,” he panted, “fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna ….”

  And it ended in a roar as he threw his head back in a shout of agony and ecstasy, that big body clenching tight beneath me as he released blast after blast of hot jizz into my pulsing channel. And oh god, the feel of a man searing me with his juice, pumping me full with his special batter, tipped me over the edge, pushed me into freefall.

>   “Fuuuuuck!” I screamed. “Oh gawwwd!” I squealed as my pussy went wild on his dick, clenching and spasming with electrical tingles, my entire body seizing as I milked him, desperately pumping him for more, more, more.

  And the big man answered, his own body rigid with tension, spurting again and again into my hot hole, repeatedly creaming me, his shaft pulsing with heat between my swollen folds, lash after lash of creamy jism exploding like a gale force.

  “Ohhh fuck,” he grunted hard. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  And I just twisted more, trying to eat it all up, my boobs heaving and jiggling as I bounced on his dick, draining my lover of everything he had to give, every last drop a precious gem that belonged inside me.

  And after it was over, we collapsed, our bodies heaving, me on top of him, his dick still buried in my cunt.

  “Fuck baby girl,” he grunted as a big man stroked the smooth curve of my back, trailing the S-shape of my haunches. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

  And I just giggled, pushing my boobs against that massive, strong chest, feeling his dick twitch in me in response. I clenched my pussy muscles around him experimentally, and sure enough, another dick twitch came, plus a little spurt of something hot. Oh god, had I made him do that? Did I coax that last bit of cum out by pumping my kitty?

  And the answer was obvious. Chris groaned, then dropped another kiss on my nose.

  “Like I said, baby girl,” he rasped, holding me still against him so I had to stop wiggling. “The death of me.”

  And I just giggled again. Because sure, Mr. Jones was in his forties and my dad’s boss, but you know what? We were perfect together and I was determined to show him exactly how.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Chris

  The way Lindy gifted herself to me was amazing. Okay, maybe that’s a nice way of saying it. Because I’m a dirty fuck and there was no “gifting,” no fairy tale with a Prince Charming and happily ever after. Nope, like I said, I’m a sick fuck and I made the virgin fuck herself on me, breaking her own hymen on my dick shaft.