by Heidi Hunter
What did he mean by that? I wondered as I stood up and headed into the kitchen to get him a glass of the little bit of crappy red wine that I had left. After pouring it, I headed back to the kitchen. He was gone! My mind raced as I looked at the front door. Was he going to tell on me? Would I lose my job? I relaxed when I heard him call me from my bedroom.
“In here, dear.”
I walked into my bedroom and saw him, still naked, walking around and looking at my photos and art on the walls. He turned when I came in and smiled again.
“I only have one wine glass. We'll have to share,” I said, handing it to him.
“My, you really are in dire financial straits, aren't you?”
“You don't know.”
“Oh, I know.” He drained the last of the wine then set the empty glass on the top of my dressed. “Get on your knees. Get me hard.”
His gruff voice was so powerful. I knelt on the carpet in front of him and looked up. He nodded as I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth again. The taste was different but still not distasteful, at least to me. As I bobbed my head up and down, I reached out with my tiny hand and began stroking his huge, thick cock as I continued to suck.
“That's it,” he said. “Suck it like I'm a billionaire and you're a poor woman with a lot of debt.”
I wanted to stop and look up at him, but I knew better than to stop. When he was hard, he stepped back a little then reached down to help me up. To my surprise, he kissed me on the mouth, tasting his juices on me. His powerful hands roamed all over my naked body before heading between my legs. As we continued to kiss, he started rubbing my pussy lips.
“Uhh,” I groaned, as I pressed myself against his fingers.
I had to have him inside me. He seemed to have the same idea as he swept me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. After he laid me down on the edge, he moved forward, cock in hand, then pressed the tip against my entrance. He rubbed it over my pussy lips for a moment then slid just an inch in. Pleasure swept across my face. It was better than I thought it would be.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
He pushed his entire length into me then leaned forward and started kissing my left breast. Then, slowly, he pulled out a little and repeated the process. Soon, he was pounding in and out of me with a perfect rhythm. I spread my legs as wide as I could and wrapped them around his waist, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside me.
The feeling of his smooth cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy was incredible, and I didn't want the moment to ever stop. Just when I thought I was about to come finally, he pulled out. He reached out and pushed on my hips. I knew just what he wanted, and I turned over on my stomach, my jiggly ass sticking out over the edge of the bed.
“Get up. On your knees,” he commanded.
I moved more toward the center of my bed on my hands and knees. With my small breasts pressed against the white sheets and my ass in the air, I felt him crawl onto the bed and make his way over to me. His cock felt even bigger when he slid it into my pussy from behind. I reached down and began rubbing my clitoris as he penetrated me completely.
A warming sensation spread all over my body as he thrust his hard, throbbing cock inside my tight, wet hole. Then, as he continued to fuck me hard and without protection, I came. I screamed out as my body shook again. The intense sensation only lasted a few seconds, but I still felt good as he slid in and out of me while his strong hands grabbed my ass cheeks.
“Yeah, you like that, don't you?”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned.
“You're such a good little slut.”
“I'm your slut, daddy.”
As soon as he heard the word, he pushed into me one last time and cried out. His warm cum shot deep inside me. I could feel his cock throbbing and his body shaking as I pushed my ass back a little. He pulled out then collapsed on the bed. I rolled over and laid next to him. My hand ran over that tight stomach. His chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath.
“You're not done, are you, old man?” I teased then leaned over and ran my tongue over one of his nipples.
“I'm beat, dear. I don't think I can again.”
“Too bad.” I paused, then added, “I wanted you to fuck me in the ass.”
He laughed. “You do, do you?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“You do have a nice ass.”
“Thank you.”
“I need to rest first, but we can try it if you want. It's going to take me a while to get hard again.”
Without saying a word, I moved down a little so that I could lean forward and kiss his cock. Then I slipped between his legs. The skin was soft and slick with his cum and my juices as I slid it into my mouth. I wanted to try a trick Heidi had told me about. She was a nurse who liked to date older men, and she swore by the technique.
As I sucked on the tip of his flaccid cock, I reached up with one hand and began playing with his balls, which were shaved. I hadn't noticed that before, but it was a good sign he wasn't going to freak out at what I was about to do. I continued stroking him with one of my hands as I started kissing his balls. He moaned and spread his legs a little, giving me better access.
After getting my index finger wet in my mouth, I reached down and started feeling around for his asshole. I felt him start to get harder as soon as my finger brushed over his sphincter. When I pressed it against him, he groaned loudly. Slowly but surely, I worked the tip of my finger into his asshole. I wiggled it around a little then spit on his ass.
I went back to sucking his cock while continuing to finger fuck his tight ass. The idea was to get him hard again so that he could fuck me in my ass, but that thought was quickly forgotten as I saw how turned on he was getting. Did all men like a finger in their ass? When I slipped two digits into his asshole, I felt his cock throb. Was he going to come again already?
When I pulled my mouth back, I saw a thick line of precum dripping from the tip of his dick. Curious, I leaned forward and licked it with my tongue as I continued to fuck his ass with two fingers. Before I knew what was happening, his cock twitched. Hot, creamy cum shot out. The first glob hit me on the chin while the rest of them shot onto my bare chest.
“Oooh, you do like that,” I said, smiling at him.
He looked down at me.
“I'll fuck your ass some other time, dear.”
“Okay. I'd like that.”
He laughed. “I bet you would.”
“I'm sorry about the money. I really just needed to pay some bills.”
“Don't worry, dear. I'm going to take care of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You're not going to have to work another day in your life. Well, other than making me happy occasionally. Think you can do that?”
I nodded my head then leaned forward and kissed him. Happiness poured through my body. On top of the two orgasms I'd had that night, I was on top of the world. I didn't ever want him to leave, but after laying in silence for ten minutes or so, he got up.
“I need to get dressed and go.”
After he left, I stayed on my bed, exhausted. I felt dirty, but at the same time I felt more alive than I ever had before. Cain had opened up something inside of me, a door that I wasn't sure could be closed again. And even if it could, I wanted to keep it open.
I cleaned up then returned to bed. Eventually, my eyes closed, and I fell asleep thinking of Cain and what he was going to have me do next. Whatever he had planned, I was going to go along with it. He made me feel alive, and I wanted to do whatever I could to make him happy.
Home From College
One
My first year of college had turned out to be quite an adventure. I was the first person in my family to go to a university, but I couldn't help having fun. That mindset was why my grades weren't going to be good for the first semester. All of the sexual adventures I'd gotten into more than made up for the lack of classroom training in my mind. At the same time, if I could pass biology, I'
d be able to avoid getting kicked out.
As I approached Mr. Green's office, I smiled at the events that were about to unfold if everything went according to my plan. My biology professor was a geeky man and had refused to let me retake an exam I'd missed. He was going to change his mind by the time I was done with him. I knew he would be in his office late – after all the other professors had gone home. He didn't have tenure and was always working hard.
I didn't bother knocking on his office door before I opened it. He was sitting behind a standard issue metal desk in the cramped office. After walking in, I shut the door behind me. When I turned to face him, I saw that he was nervous, something I could use to my advantage. I was only nineteen years old, but I knew how to make men of all ages do my bidding. Mr. Green would be one more I added to my list of conquests.
“I wanted to retake that exam I missed,” I said, hands on my hips.
“You can't retake it. And without that, you're going to fail this class.”
“But Mr. Green, I have to pass.”
He frowned nervously then swallowed, his Adam's apple poking out as he looked up at me.
“Isn't there anything I can do?” I stepped forward and bent over, showing him even more cleavage. “I mean, I'm really good at biology.”
He squirmed uncomfortable in his chair. He's probably getting hard already, I thought, getting turned on. While I liked to be fucked by tough men, dominating a weak man was fun.
“I'm sorry, Miss Jones...”
“Call me Tiffy,” I said, moving even closer. “All my friends call me Tiffy.”
“Uh, I'm not your friend...I...”
“I know, but I want you to be my friend. I like to make my friends happy.”
With that said, I reached down and grabbed his cock through the thin khaki pants he was wearing. He didn't stop me. They never stopped me. Once I had them under my spell, I could get them to do anything for me. I knew Mr. Green was going to be the same as I got down on my knees next to his desk. I turned him around and wheeled him closer. Then I looked into his eyes.
“Do you mind if I taste you?” I asked innocently.
“What...what are you doing?”
“You're gonna like it.” I finally finished undoing his pants and opened them up.
His pale, thin cock was poking out of the top of his underwear.
“Mr. Green!” I said, pretending I was shocked.
He tried to pull back, but I swooped down and licked the underside of his thick mushroom head. His cock twitched. Carefully, I intently studied the cock in front of me. With each lick and taste, I wondered what it would feel like in my tight pussy.
“You like that?” I asked. My eyes were locked on his as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick.
“We...we shouldn't...” My mouth engulfed every inch of him. “Oh my!”
I knew he wasn't going to complain anymore. And if I let him come in my mouth, I'd be able to take the exam over after break. I didn't want a free ride. I was willing to do the work not involving my mouth. His dick tasted odd, but he was clean. From the way he was adjusting himself in his chair, I knew he wasn't going to last long.
“I want to taste your cum.” He moaned as I stroked him with my small, delicate hand. “Will you come for me?”
“Yes...please...”
Without another word, I used my mouth to please him. The sensation of my lips sliding up and down his smooth, slick flesh was intense. His cock was throbbing, and I knew he was really close to coming. My hands, tongue and lips worked in unison to take him over the edge. He shuddered as I felt him shoot his thick, warm cum in my mouth.
When he was finished, I looked up at him with some of his seed dribbling from the corner of my mouth. I knew it would drive him wild. He shocked me when he darted forward and kissed me full on the lips. His tongue darted into my mouth tasting his man juices. My nipples hardened as he continued, but I couldn't take it any further.
“Mr. Green. Wow. I don't know what to say.”
“I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.”
You came over yourself you dumb old fuck, I thought, then said, “It's okay. Just tell me you're going to let me retake the test so I can get a passing grade.”
“You don't want an A? That was...really good.”
I smiled then ran the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Thank you. I just want to take the test again, okay?”
“Yeah...sure...” His voice was still shaking.
“Are you going to put that thing away now?” I nodded my head at his crotch.
“Yeah...sure,” he said again then reached down to put his cock away.
“Thanks. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get going if I want to make it home for break. My mom is gonna stay up worried if I'm not there on time.”
I wanted him to remember that I was young – dangerously young.
“You can take your exam when you get back.”
“You're the best, professor.”
One hand in the air waving, my other went to the handle of the door. I left with him wanting more. He was putty in my hands. As I walked away from his office, I felt happy with myself. I wasn't looking for the drive upstate, but I did want to get away from New York for a while. I drove out of the city toward my childhood home, and I couldn't stop thinking about sucking Mr. Green's cock. I wanted to touch myself, pleasure myself, but I knew I couldn't until later.
Mr. Green wasn't the first time I'd gone down on someone. Since starting college, I'd given a lot of handjobs and blowjobs and even some footjobs, but no real cock had been inside me. Many different dildos and vibrators had brought me to an orgasm, but I'd never been fucked by a man. I was hoping to change that over fall break. No one really stood out to me as the person that would take my virginity, but at nineteen years old, I was tired of waiting.
My right hand slipped between my legs. I felt myself through the fabric of my yoga pants, but I wanted more. Checking all the mirrors in the car on the highway, my hand snaked down my pants and underneath my red silk panties. When my fingers slipped over my fleshy lips, I started to get wet. My left hand steered as I kept my eyes on the road and began playing with myself. The thrill of being in a car doing seventy miles per hour was turning me on even more.
Just as I was about to peak, I saw blue and red lights in my rear view mirror and heard the chirp-chirp of a police siren. I frowned as I pulled my hand out of my pants and put it back on the wheel. The car slowed as I applied the brake and flipped on my turn signal. When I was finally stopped on the side of the highway, I took a deep breath and carefully pulled my top down so more of my breasts were showing. My hope was that he would see me as a college girl and just let me go with a warning.
“Hello. Driver's license and registration please.”
“Sorry, officer.” I shielded my eyes with my hand as he examined the inside of the car with a flashlight. “Was I speeding? I'm trying to make it home so my mom doesn't worry.”
“License and registration please,” he repeated.
I reached over for my purse to get my license. As I was leaning over, I opened the glove compartment and got out my registration papers.
“Here you go, sir.”
He didn't even look at me as he took them. I watched in my side mirror as he walked away, disappearing into the bright lights pointed at my car. My thoughts immediately went to what I'd been doing. Would he be able to smell me on the license and registration? The idea made me want to touch myself again, but I knew better than to press my luck.
“You need to slow down, Ms. Thompson,” he said when he returned.
“I will. I promise.”
After getting my license and registration back from him, I tossed them in the passenger seat.
“Be safe going home.”
With that, he was gone. He pulled out and drove away before me. I took a few deep breaths then put my registration and license back in the places. When I was back on the road, I wanted to reach down and touch myself again, bu
t I knew I was going to have to wait until I got back to my mom's house. Playing with my pussy in the room I'd grown up in would be weird, but I was looking forward to it. I put the car on cruise and watched the miles add up on the odometer.
Two
When I got to my mom's house, I grabbed my suitcase and rushed inside. My first stop was the living room. Todd, her latest boyfriend, was sitting on the couch watching football.
“Where's my mom?” I asked as I leaned against the door frame.
“What?”
He looked up at me. I'd only met him once before – briefly – but he'd been with my mom longer than anyone else since before I could remember.
“Is my mom around?”
He frowned. “She's out drinking again.”
“Why didn't you stop her?”
A big breath came out of me, letting him know I wasn't happy.
“I'm not the boss of her.”
“Whatever.”
I turned and walked down the hallway to my room. My mom had promised me that she wouldn't change it until after I graduated college. With the way things were going, I might have to move back in with her – something that caused me to shudder. I shut the door to my bedroom behind me and made sure to lock it. Instead of unpacking, I fell on the bed.
My pussy was still begging to be touched, but I didn't feel right with Todd in the next room. I heard the cheers from the crowd at whatever stupid football game he was watching. As I laid on my very own bed, I fell asleep. A hot and sexual dream about a tall, dark man had me as hot and bothered as ever. When I opened my eyes, I was confused for a moment as my eyes adjusted.
The house was silent. I glanced over and saw it was a little after one in the morning. While I wanted to just go back to sleep, I knew I wouldn't be able to after the dream I'd just had about a strange and sexy man who took me in the dark. His taste was still in my mouth as I got out of bed and retrieved my dirty clothes from my suitcase.
Ever so silently, I unlocked and opened my bedroom door. Step by step, I crept to the laundry room. If my mom was home, I definitely didn't want her to wake up. Dealing with her when she was drunk was no fun. I knew that from personal experience. When I finally made it to the back of the house, I opened the washer and saw a pile of clothes.
