Unprepared Daddy

by Bella Winters

  “How do you know what size I am?”

  “How many times do I have to tell you, I know and see everything that goes on in the office, you just have to be observant,” he replies and once again I feel so naive with him. He knows everything, even without it being confirmed to him.

  I slip on the heels, and I’m amazed at their comfort, they fit me like a glove and make my legs look a hell of a lot longer. I look hot; I think to myself as I glance in the mirror.

  “I must say, you look most beautiful tonight, even if you are in a raincoat,” he says as he tugs at the belt teasing me.

  “Why thank you,” I reply as I grip the raincoat, “so how was the video on your desk?” I ask as my eyes sparkle at the thought of him watching.

  “It was fantastic, and fastening the camera to the dildo was very inventive, and scorching. Even I never thought of that.”

  I’m about to say something, but then he drops the belt to the floor. I gather my thoughts and curiosity gets he better of me.

  “Do you have made videos like that before?” I ask with a furrowed expression on my face.

  “Just a figure of speech dear, just a figure of speech.” He starts to lead me towards his office.

  “Isobel, are you gonna keep that coat on, or hang it in the closet?”

  “Oops, I was miles away, I’m just taken aback by how big your house is and do you live here alone?” I slip open the raincoat and drop it onto a nearby chair. I can’t believe that all this space is only for him.

  “Yes.”

  Then the cold-hearted Christian returns. The one that I’d met over four weeks ago. I stand with my legs slightly apart, my new heels stretching my legs, the dark stockings and suspender belt sitting high in contrast against my fair skin. I place my hands on my hips.

  “Christian do you like what you see?”

  “If you wore glasses, you would look like one horny motherfucking school teacher, that is how you look! And without glasses, you just look horny as fuck,” he says as he continues to walk towards his office.

  I hear the sound of the heels, clip clop clip clop they make on the hard floor, each step closer to the private domain of his office.

  “I hope it’s a little warmer in there, it’s a bit chilly in the hall, and my nipples are already hard.” I look at my arms and can see small goosebumps appear.

  We enter into the office. Bookshelves don the walls, thousands of books, and the center showpiece is his large black oak desk.

  “Welcome to my lair,” he says as he waves his arm across the area as if showing me everything with one gesture.

  “It looks a lot cozier in here, that’s for sure. Nothing like your office at work.”

  I’m waiting for him to say something, but he’s just watching me as his blue eyes turn dark. I’m feeling nervous not sure what to do next.

  “So, is that where you sat when you watched me come on your work desk?” I ask as I point towards his chair.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you come too?”

  I want to know if I’m the only one that was satisfied earlier in his office. It’s as if he makes me come harder every single time. Just the thought of him, and the idea of touching him. I want to touch him so badly that it hurts.

  “Hell yes, my cock was throbbing and I shot my load all over the computer screen and keyboard.” He has a devilish grin on his face.

  “I’m new to things like that, but I sure felt horny while I knew that you were watching.”

  I start to realize that we may have crossed a bridge, but I’m the one that seems to be doing all the talking. I decide that I’ve had enough, I want him to take me. He must know that by now. I’ve followed his instructions, I must have passed the test. That’s if all this is a test.

  “All that was going through my mind was about right now. About it being real. You and I having sex,” I strut towards his desk hoping that this will give him the temptation that he needs to take me.

  He wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto his desk without saying a word.

  I watch as Christian removes his shirt, his ripped body looking like he has been photoshopped on the computer… it was that perfect.

  “Damn! Your body’s perfect,” I hum as I run my fingers down his abs and tug at the cord on his jogging bottoms.

  I bite my lip as he slips his jogging bottoms to the floor, and I can see his cock hanging freely for me. Christian grabs my ankles and places my feet on the edge of the desk, my heels sliding as he spreads my legs apart.

  “I want to see your cunt.”

  I’m taken aback by his abruptness, but as always I do exactly as he says, so I spread my legs wider and part my pussy lips with my fingers; I can feel my clit is exposed and in full view. I raise my head and can see Christian has grabbed his cock and he’s stroking it. He’s getting hard as he stares at my pussy. The head of his cock swelling and forcing back his foreskin, I want it in my mouth, and I want it in my pussy.

  I watch as Christian climbs onto the desk and kneels over me; he pushes his erection down towards my mouth, I move my arms and can feel all the papers falling to the floor. I raise my head and open my mouth, and can feel Christian place his hand under my head as he slides his cock into my mouth.

  I can feel his veins pumping as I wrap my lips tighter around his cock. I push against his stomach with my hands.

  “I want your cock inside me.”

  He puts his finger on my lip and says, “I’m the one that gives out the commands. Not you.”

  Chapter 13

  Christian

  I lead Isobel towards the bedroom, her heels making a clip-clop sound on the stone floor. I hold her hand as we start to ascend the staircase, I pause on the small landing and turn to her. I find her body insatiable, and I just want more and more. I have already come twice so far, and I feel I can still go for more, my body aches yet the lure of her tight pussy is just too much for me to ignore.

  We move to the second staircase, and I lower Isobel against the steps, she lies against the thick carpet and rests her body on one arm. I place one foot on a lower step and move my hips towards her face. Isobel takes my cock and wraps her dainty fingers around it; she squeezes it tight. My cock starts to become hard again, and the blood flow is restricted by Isobel’s grip. Then the head of my cock swells under pressure, the nerves on fire sending me more pleasure.

  Isobel teases the slit in my cock with the tip of her tongue, a tiny bit of come is dribbling from the fucking we just had on my desk. She licks the come and swallows as she gazes into my eyes.

  “I want to fuck your mouth,” I say as I grab a fistful of her dark hair.

  Isobel opens her mouth, and I thrust my hips forwards, her lips wrapped tightly as I feel my cock hit the back of her throat. She’s the perfect submissive as I hear her gag as the swollen head of my cock wedges itself against her throat. Her body wretches, and sends shivers flooding through the head of my cock.

  I fuck Isobel’s mouth, her eyes streaming with tears, and saliva dripping from the sides of her lips. She sucks my cock and flicks her tongue under the head, and the nerves continue exploding like fireworks while making my body tremble with ecstasy.

  When Isobel stops for breath and wipes the saliva from her mouth, I grab her throat and place my lips on hers, my tongue darts around her lips, and I bite her bottom lip. I can feel her wince in pain, yet she urges me for more.

  “Oh, fuck, you’re hot,” Isobel says,” Your body’s like a wild animal, and your cock ’s just a beast.”

  I kneel in front of her and spread her legs wide on the stairs, my hands brush against the silkiness of the stockings as I move my head closer to her pussy.

  Isobel spreads her pussy lips with her fingers, her clit swollen and throbbing from my dick in the office. I flick my tongue over her clit and her body trembles with pleasure. I can hear Isobel groaning with each flick of my tongue, her body twitching as I pleasure her like no man has done before. I'm her first.

  I suck her clit
and slide my tongue between the wet lips of her labia, the smell of her pussy juices filling my nose. I raise my hand and place two fingers into Isobel’s mouth; she sucks them. Then I remove them from her mouth and slide them into her pussy. I can feel the heat of her cunt on my fingers, the tight muscles gripping me as I thrust them deep into her. My hand slaps against her pussy as I thrust my fingers faster and faster.

  “Fuck!” Isobel screams and I’m taken aback by the once virgin now demanding more.

  I lift my hand and grab her round the throat, she struggles for breath as I squeeze, and my fingers fuck her pussy. I release my grip, and she gasps for air, she takes a breath, and I squeeze again, her face becoming bright red. My fingers ram into her pussy as her body squirms under my grip. I loosen the grip on her throat, a red hand mark appearing where I was holding.

  I step over Isobel and bend my knees, she grabs her tits and places them around my cock, I grab her hair and thrust my cock into her tits, she squeezes tighter as the head of my cock reaches her mouth. Then with each thrust, her wet mouth takes the head of my cock, her tongue teases the slit.

  I grab her hair with both hands as I thrust harder, her tits warm on my cock, my body tenses with each thrust of my hips.

  I stand back for a breath and sit on the steps, Isobel kneels between my legs and places my balls in her mouth, she sucks them as her hand slides up and down my saliva covered cock. Isobel takes my cock in her mouth; I grab the carpet as she lowers her head onto me, I can feel her hand squeezing my balls as she swallows all of my manhood. I lay back and close my eyes; her hand caresses my abs as she thrusts her head deep onto my cock.

  “Aaaagh, that feels good, suck it hard, make me come again!”

  “With pleasure!”

  Her reply surprises me, because I expect her to be scared by the size of my cock, instead she pauses and takes a breath. As I go to stand, she pushes me back onto the steps. She straddles me and takes my cock in her hand and guides it towards her throbbing cunt. I can feel the tip of my cock as she rubs it against her clit.

  “Aaagh, shit, I love the feel of your cock, it’s so big and stretches my pussy to the limit.”

  “That’s right. I know how to satisfy you in every way.”

  She lowers her hips and places the head of my cock between her pussy lips; my cock slides easily inside her pussy. Then she leans her body against mine and lifts her hips and lowers them, my cock going deeper and deeper. I reach my hand and slap her pussy, her body writhes and slides deeper onto my cock.

  “Your pussy is so tight, it just wants to suck every last drop of my sperm,” I whisper to Isobel as she begins to rub her clit. Her body rises and falls, my cock aching with each stroke.

  Isobel lifts herself and rests her weight on her knees; she rocks her ass up and down as I watch her pussy stretched by my huge cock.

  Isobel moves her ass, I raise my hand and I can’t help but slap her ripping cheeks.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I don’t wait for her to reply as Isobel squeals as she wriggles her ass on my hard cock, her pussy vibrating with each ripple of her perfect ass.

  I slap her again and again, her fair skin taking on a rosy glow. I grab her hips and thrust my cock up into her pussy.

  “Yes!” Isobel screams as I raise my hips and thrust my cock up into her pussy, her ass wobbling the deeper my cock goes into her hot wet, arousal.

  Isobel stands and breathes deeply, “My pussy’s about to explode again, I’m not sure I can take much more,” she says breathing heavily.

  “That’s not your decision. We’ll stop when I say that we can stop Isobel. I’m just getting started!”

  She places her hands on the stairs and sticks her ass backward.

  “Stand up and let me fuck you from behind.”

  She spreads her legs, and I stand behind her, I draw closer, and she guides my cock into her wet pussy. I grab her hips and start to thrust. She wiggles her ass against my body, as my cock goes deep inside her. It's the perfect scene.

  I can feel Isobel grab my balls as they slap against her pussy, she squeezes them as if to urge even hotter come from my body, I thrust harder and faster, my balls caressed as I slam into Isobel’s pussy. Then our sweat soaked bodies begin banging against each other, the noises from our fucking filling the house.

  I feel my balls building pressure, my body about to release another load of hot come. I can feel Isobel’s pussy tighten as I’m suspecting that she’s going to climax any minute.

  “I’m gonna come,” she squeals and I know that she’s so close to the edge.

  Her body starts to shake and quiver, her legs tremble and shake as her body releases her into another climax.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  I growl as I thrust harder and faster, Isobel squeezes my balls, I can feel them contract as the come starts to be released, I withdraw my cock and frantically masturbate. My muscles tighten, and my legs buckle, my body releases another load of come, it shoots from the head of my cock and hits Isobel’s ass.

  “Aaah fuck, that was good,” I let out in a groan.

  I grab Isobel’s hand and lead her up the stairs, we reach the top, and I scoop her in my weary arms and carry her towards the bedroom thinking that this is the beautiful start of a fucking session. Just what I need after weeks of keeping her at bay.

  Chapter 14

  Isobel

  I stretch my arms and body, I slept like a log, and I’m not surprised. I think back to the marathon fucking session we had last night, and lie wondering if I’ll be able to walk straight after that. I laugh. I glance to the side and can see that Christian has already woken and got out of bed.

  I sit up and glance around the bedroom, the furnishings are pretty sparse and all made from wood and chrome. I can see Christian’s closet door open, and the clothes go on and on. It looks like a store with all the suits immaculately hanging by color code and shoes neatly placed beneath.

  I lower my legs from the bed and head towards the bathroom. I stand and look at my naked body in the mirror. I notice the red marks on my neck where Christian had choked me as he has rammed his fingers into my throbbing pussy. I turn away from the mirror and can see several hand prints on my ass. Christian had surely given me a spanking, a good spanking that I enjoyed a lot more than I thought I would. The idea of being spanked as a kid used to scare me, as an adult it just excites me.

  I climb in the shower, the steam’s rising from the hot water as I enter, the water slowly washing away the scent of our lovemaking, or was it pure lust? I’m a bit sore and can’t move around as much as I thought I could when I entered. So, I quickly rinse of my body and grab a bathrobe and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the stairs and grab the stockings, suspenders, and heels that I wore from the previous evening. I stand at the top of the stairs and hold onto the rail; I glance at the spot where we had our third and final orgasm for the evening; I can still picture Christian’s hot come running between the cheeks of my ass as he shot his load onto my back.

  I slowly walk down the stairs listening for any sign of Christian.

  “Christian,” I cry out and there’s still no sound, so I call out again.

  “Christian, are you there?”

  I can’t believe he has just fucked me stupid and left; there’s no sign of him being here, no dirty cups or anything. I mean, the place is like a show home, yet there are no signs of comfort, it has a clinical feel to it. I head to the kitchen and turn on the coffee machine, the aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air as the hot water draws the full roast flavor and deposits it into the cup. I heap extra-large spoons of sugar to replace the energy I expelled last night.

  I walk into the office and look at the desk where he nearly fucked me first before we moved to the stairs, the papers and pens are all over the floor, and it flashes back to me… I was flailing my arms, and everything went crashing to the floor as we kissed in passion.

  I place the cup on the desk and collect all the papers and stack
them neatly back on his desk, a secretary’s job is never done I think to myself as I smile at the thought of the desk action.

  I hear a noise from the kitchen and grab my cup.

  “Christian is that you,”

  Nothing!

  So, I start to panic as I wonder what the noise is, I am sure it was a door, and I sneak out of the office quietly.

  I can see a man in the kitchen who is making coffee, “Can I help you?”

  The man turns to surprise and smiles, “Sorry for startling you Miss Isobel, I am Jonah, Christian’s driver,” he says as he raises the cup to his lips.