by Angela Blake
***
“Fuck me, you little bitch,” Jack grunted and he flicked the bedside lamp on.
Yellow light bathed me and I could finally see him in the bedroom. God he was so damn hot. I straddled up on top of him and grabbed a hold of his cock. It was a little bigger and longer than Dylan’s and it tore into my pussy like a goddamn fist.
I’d never been on top before but I liked how Jack just stayed on his back and held onto my tits as I straddled and guided his cock into my pussy. As I went down and his cock went up inside, I saw the wicked look on his face as he watched me in the dim light. I wanted to say something naughty and sexy but the only sounds I could produce were moans and cries of pleasure.
“Faster bitch,” he commanded and he slapped my right breast with a heavy hand.
“Ow!” I yelped in pain. Before I could properly react he used the same hand to slap my ass over and over as I pumped up and down on his cock.
Jack suddenly reached up with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around my neck. He began to choke me as his other hand slapped my ass, keeping my mouth wide open so I could moan louder and pump on his cock even faster and deeper.
Each time I went down I could feel his monstrous cock rub against the inner flesh of my vagina. It was like every touch was a jolt to my g-spot and I screamed and moaned so loudly I thought I was going to wake the whole neighborhood.
“Oh f-fuck, fuck me M-Jack!” I started shouting over and over.
“You want me to fuck you, bitch?”
I nodded.
“Say it, slut,” he told me as he pushed his finger into my mouth. “Say it like you mean it. Beg for it, honey.”
“F-fuck me Jack, I w-want you to fuck me like a slut!”
That really got him turned on. He quickly pushed me off and made me lie on my back. He positioned himself on top and for a minute I thought he was going to just settle with the plain old missionary position… but I was dead wrong.
Jack grabbed my legs and raised them high. He first took my left leg and hung it over his shoulder and then he did the same with my other leg. I looked into his eyes and saw they were burning with just one desire: to fuck me like an aniJack.
As soon as he thrust his cock in I felt a very new and strange sensation. With my legs up on his shoulders my pussy was tighter and I could feel it squeeze against his cock as it penetrated inside me. Each time his cock parted the walls of my vagina I could feel it and it was like being a virgin all over again.
He then got into a steady rhythm. However, I was starting to go wild and in order to stop me from clawing at him Jack held down on my arms. He held me down tightly as he pounded into my pussy and all I could do was moan and drool and utter the same nonsense over and over.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, aaah,” I moaned and mumbled as I felt him plow into me recklessly and wildly.
“You goin’ to cum, little bitch?” Jack asked when he noticed I was started to climax. “You want to fucking cum?”
I nodded and looked at him as I bit my lip.
“Okay you little whore, I want to hear you scream as you orgasm,” he told me. I felt a sudden rush of excitement knowing he let me do what I wanted. “You better cum now bitch because I’m going to creampie your little cunt!”
What? Did he just say he was going to cum inside me?
Whatever it was he said I lost my whole thread of thought when I peaked and reached my orgasm. As my juices flowed out of my pussy and I released all the tension and pressure, I felt him dig his cock in.
Suddenly and without warning Jack suddenly spilled his seed inside me. I felt a sudden wash of warmth filling me from the inside. My jaw dropped and I looked at him with a very worried look on my face. All I saw looking back at me was his expression of triumph.
Jack emptied himself into me and when he was done he finally pulled out. I didn’t suck on him any further, not after that little stunt. He didn’t seem to mind anyway as he just strolled off the bed and took a shower.
What the fuck? I just met him and here I was fucking in his bedroom. Well, to be dead honest I did the same thing with Dylan but at least I got to go out with him on a regular dinner date before we had sex.
I was regretting this whole thing already. I’d have to buy some pills in the morning. There was absolutely no way I’d let myself get pregnant and bare Jack’s kids. At this moment I’d rather get pregnant with any other man on Earth except for this exemplary douchebag.
By the time Jack finished showering and got back in the room, I had wiped myself down with a towel from his closet and was almost done putting my clothes back on. I was just locking the straps of my shoes and I still had to fix my hair but I was pretty much ready to leave.
“You leaving already?” he asked me.
I nodded and began brushing my hair, “Yeah. I can’t stay too long. I’ve got to clean up the house and all. Ysa and I have guests tomorrow and shit.”
“Ah, okay that’s cool,” he said, oblivious that I was just anxious to get the fuck out of his house. “Well, that was a nice fuck. Hope we get to do it again.”
Hell fucking no. “Uh, sure,” was all I could say. I didn’t want to deny him right then and there. I just focused on fixing myself up. It took me a whole five minutes to fix my hair and touch up my makeup but when I was done I was shocked to see he was still naked and on his bed.
“Hey, I need to go,” I said. I didn’t want to waste another ten minutes waiting for him to dress.
“Yeah,” he said without even looking up at me. He simply reached for his pants and took his phone from the pockets and continued on to check his social media pages. “You can grab a cab just down the corner from the gate.”
Asshole! I just looked at him one last time before I stormed out of the room. I heard him say good-bye but I didn’t care to answer. I just walked down the stairs and out of his house. I didn’t even bother to close the gates as I left his property entirely.
I just continued on, reached the corner he talked about and fortunately it was a street where taxis commonly passed by. It took no more than five minutes for me to flag down a cab and get my way back home.
***
“What a fucking asshole!” Ysa exclaimed.
Ysa, Matt and I were all at the kitchen room table, having breakfast the next morning. I spent the whole hour just rambling on about Jack and the sort of idiot he was. I did give them the preface that he was hot as fuck and that we did sleep together. I was comfortable talking about sex with Ysa.
Matt just laughed. Maybe it was because in some ways he and Jack had a lot in common. They both looked at us girls as mere fucktoys.
“I swear,” I started rambling again after going through my cereal. “I want to fucking punch his nuts and make him swallow his own damn cock. I can look past his ego and his narcissism but the fact he made me walk and go home on my own like that is just unforgivable.”
“You fucked someone else,” Matt said. It was like that was the only detail that stuck with him. Fucking pervert. “I wonder what Dylan would say if he ever found out. You’ve been a naughty little girl, Olivia.”
Ysa slammed her elbow against his side and that shut Matt up quite well.
“I don’t know,” I told them both. “I want to let Dylan know I went out with someone. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a concrete relationship yet. I don’t know our terms or something. I’m just kind of worried about what his reaction might be.”
Matt shrugged. “He’ll probably want you to repay him in kind.”
Ysa burst out laughing, “Olivia, he’s right. Trust us, you’ll just have to fuck Dylan and he’ll be happy. I mean, c’mon girl, you can fuck now. Use it to your advantage and fuck him before he gets too mad. Men often cool down after a good fuck.”
“Well,” I said, worried and uncertain. “I certainly hope so.”
Chapter Five
I saw Jack at work a few days later and he tried to get me to go to his office, maybe for a quickie or just a blowjob, but I had no int
entions of going near him. I had a one-night affair with him and yeah, it was a little fun despite his rude personality, but that’s all it would ever be. Besides, my mind was stuck entirely on something else.
Dylan asked me out again, finally. He was way too subtle about it too. I woke up one morning and as I was about to step into the shower my phone sounded off. I checked and it was Dylan. He simply texted that he’d pick me up after work. He didn’t say where we were going or what we were doing. He didn’t say if it was just a date or if we were going to dive into a real BDSM session.
One thing was for certain: I was excited to see my daddy. Just to entice him even further I decided to wear a pink, lacy thong and decided to ditch wearing a bra. I had to wear a really thin white tank top underneath my office uniform just so people wouldn’t notice my nipples pressing against the fabric.
The one person I couldn’t trick was Ysa. She noticed quickly and prodded me with her finger during our lunch break.
“Hey,” she greeted. “No bra? You got panties on?”
I laughed and nodded.
“Damn, girl,” she continued on. “You had sex twice and already deciding to wear the sluttiest outfit you can… and at work too!”
I leaned in and rested my head on her shoulder while sipping from my drink from a straw. “Well, I learned from the best.”
Ysa lightly pinched my arm and laughed. “You bitch. Well, what’s with the slutty outfit? You meeting up with Jack again? I saw him earlier. He winked at me and teased he wanted me to watch as he banged you.”
“Fucking aniJack,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Fortunately, no. I’m seeing Dylan later.”
“Ooh, you naughty girl. You’re going out with the old man, again. Where to, this time?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just wait and let him surprise me.”
***
The rest of the day went by slowly. I did see Jack and he did gesture for me to follow him into the bathroom but I didn’t. I just walked down the hallway, ignoring him, and made my way back to the Human Resources department office. By the time he figured I wasn’t following him I was already buried by copious amounts of paperwork and Vicky was roaming the floor, prodding and inspecting everybody’s work. Jack just walked away when he saw he couldn’t disturb me.
“Yeah, just walk away,” I said, mostly to myself, as I watched him leave.
This gave me the freedom and peace of mind to just finish work. Without someone stalking me, I was able to relax and enjoy myself. The remaining three hours of work passed by quickly and I felt a little bit of a sense of achievement.
“Hey, you can go,” Vicky finally said when she saw me emailing her the last document for the day.
“Thanks ma’am,” I answered and nodded at her in acknowledgement. I took off my jacket and draped it over my seat. Fortunately for me, all my office workers were feJackes so nobody really cared to look at me in my tank top and how I lacked a bra. I still wanted to avoid questions so I hurried my way out of there, carrying my shoulder bag with me.
When I got to the parking lot, I found Dylan again waiting for me. His face glowed with a beautiful big smile as soon as he saw me wearing my office skirt, high heels and a tank top. I bet he was just staring at my nipples pushing against the cloth. He’s such a dirty old pervert.
“Hi baby,” he greeted and kissed me on the forehead. He took my bag and tossed it inside his car. “How’s my little girl?”
“I’m good, daddy,” I replied. I then gave him a better look at what I had on. “How’s my outfit?”
Dylan reached forward and pinched my nipples.
“Oh! Aah! F-fuck,” I moaned out in shock. I looked around and fortunately no one was there in the parking lot with us.
“I love it,” he said as he let go. I felt my nipples getting harder and I felt the flush of warmth filling my cheeks as I looked at him with a wave of shame and lust.
I gave him a hug, “Thank you, daddy. I wanted you to like it. I was going to wear something even sexier but you know, work rules and stuff.”
Dylan patted my head and I felt like a loved pet. He kissed my cheek and then helped me into his car. We then left and he drove us through downtown. It didn’t look like we had a real destination and he was probably just driving so we could talk.
“How are you?” he asked me. We were heading to the center of the town and I suspected he was going to look for a drive-in. “How’s your pussy?”
I blushed again. He was being quite straight-forward now. “Oh, uhm I-I’m doing good, daddy. To be honest, ever since that night, it’s all I’ve been thinking of.”
“Really now?” there was a hint of gratification in his tone.
“Yes, daddy,” I began to explain. I figured there was no reason to be coy with my words. “I’ve been watching a lot of porn now, even more than before, and I’ve started playing with myself.”
“So you’ve been fingering your naughty little pussy, baby?” Dylan’s face showed a big smile and I knew I was striking all the right chords.
I nodded and looked at him. I caught him glancing my way. “Yes, daddy. I do have to be honest with you though, I didn’t just satisfy my lust with my finger.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow, “What did my little ‘daughter’ do? Tell me the truth now or I will kidnap you again and this time give you a punishment so rough you’ll beg for me to stop but I won’t.”
I chose my words as carefully as I could. “I had sex with one of my co-workers.”
“Slut,” he called me and for the first time I didn’t flinch. I knew he was right. “Fingers weren’t enough to satisfy your craving. I wasn’t around so instead of running to daddy you fucked some stranger.”
Well, there was no way to make this easy. “Yes daddy,” I admitted. “I’m sorry, I was feeling a little lonely and you and I never really put a label or something to our relationship. I don’t know how deep this goes. I don’t understand all of it yet. He was there and I was horny so I went out with him.”
Dylan pulled into a burger joint and went straight for the drive-thru. I waited as he ordered us both some cheeseburgers and drinks. While we were waiting he turned to me and asked, “Was he any good?”
“He was a jerk,” I answered.
Dylan pinched my nipple.
“Aah!”
“That wasn’t what I asked,” he clarified and twisted a little. I wanted to scream but I instead tried to focus on what he was saying. “I don’t care if he was nice to you or not. I asked if he was any good in bed.”
I nodded, “Yes, daddy, he was a little good. He did this thing where he lifted my legs on his shoulder and fucked me in that position. It was so good. I came twice through the whole thing and he managed to spill his cum inside me.”
“He creampied you?” Dylan laughed and let go of my nipple. I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, did you take a pill or something?”
“I did, daddy,” I wanted to get this over with. I just wanted us both to move on past this whole ordeal and then I can focus on pleasing Dylan and forgetting Jack ever existed. “I don’t want to get pregnant with his kids. Eww, no fucking way.”
We then got interrupted by the lady in the window as she passed us our food. Dylan politely handed me my share and for a while we didn’t talk as we ate. He took sJackl bites while driving so I took the initiative and put my food down. With my hands free I took his food and fed him, allowing him to keep his hands on the wheel.
“Sweet,” he commented as we were heading towards a beautiful residential neighborhood. It wasn’t the same one Jack lived in but it was definitely just as gorgeous, if not more. I figured we were heading to Dylan’s place. Maybe I get to play some more.
“Anything for my daddy,” I said and I fed him another bite of his burger.
He chewed and looked at me with a happy face. Were we officially becoming like boyfriend and girlfriend? I honestly had no real idea and there was that fear that maybe for Dylan I was just his sex slave, his “daughte
r” or his hook-up.
“Before we go in,” he said as we were pulling up into his lot. He drove us straight into his garage where I discovered he had five other different vehicles. One of them was an exquisite SUV and another still looked like a professional racing car. “Before we head in, I do want to make it clear that you need to be punished.”
“Punished?” I tried to hide the fear and I bit my lip down the moment I realized my voice quivered.
Dylan looked at me and caressed my chin with his fingers. He looked into my eyes and I saw a warmth in his gaze. Damn he’s so handsome and he can be so damn sweet.
His fingers caressed my lips and I gave his index finger a soft kiss. My lipstick smudged on his skin and I smiled at him. Dylan smiled back and he then pushed his finger into my mouth. I suckled on it and licked it with my tongue, playing with it as wildly as I could. I wanted to be as naughty as I could in every chance I got with him. I wanted to let him know that I wanted him.
“More, baby bitch,” he commanded me. “Show me how much you want daddy. You wanted me so much you fucked some other cock. You don’t get to fuck any other cock or pussy for that matter without asking for permission first. You don’t get to cum, you don’t get to suck cock or fuck without going through me first.”
“Mmm,” was all I could muster as I focused entirely on sucking his fingers. My mind was receding to the back of my head as I was beginning to lose myself to the moment. His fingers felt more like a cock, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and so I treated it that way.
Suddenly Dylan slid his finger out and I saw him raise his hand --
Slap!
I looked at him with a shocked look. He slapped my face. He just fucking slapped me in the face. Before I could retaliate, however, he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss.
Don’t panic, idiot. I shut my eyes and kissed him back. Our lips melded together as he began to press in against me and I melted into his advances. When he pushed his tongue inside my mouth I welcomed it and suckled on it hungrily.
