by Candy Quinn
I think, I got him. I let go of the shirt, but leave it pulled up, resting above my boobs. It stays there, my tits exposed as I walk around the counter to approach him.
I glance down at his lap as I am standing next to him. And sure enough, his thin summer shorts clearly display an unmistakable bulge.
"Oh," I breathe. "Thank you, daddy. That is the biggest compliment."
He looks up and turns around to me. His eyes widen when he notices that my shirt is still up. My tits are practically in his face, only a few inches away from his nose, as he is sitting on a bar stool.
"What... what are you talking about?" He utters.
"This," I reply, reaching forward. I place my left hand on his bulge and softly start stroking along his hard member through the fabric. I can instantly feel him grow even harder beneath my touch.
"Lizzy, please," he sighs, now sounding almost desperate.
"Tell you what," I whisper. "Let's make a deal. I will let you take my virginity - and you won't tell mom about what happened last night."
He moans as I grab his erection as good as I can with his shorts still between us.
"No, Lizzy, no," he whimpers, grabbing my wrist and trying to push my hand away. "Please, stop this! It saddens me that you think this is what you have to do keep me quiet. I won't tell on you, alright?"
He looks at me, his eyes fixating mine. I am standing close to him, very close, with my tits still exposed. Feeling his hard cock has only edged me on. I can feel my entire body burning for this man. This needs to happen!
"I am sorry, daddy," I slur. "But what if..."
I insert a dramatic pause, sighing loudly. My hand is still in his lap, despite his faltering effort, he has not pushed me aside.
"What if what?" He wants to know.
"What if that's what I want, daddy?" I ask, now pleadingly looking at him. "What if I want you to be my first? I think you would be much better to me than any of the boys at school."
His eyes flicker.
"You could... teach me," I add. "And make sure that I am not getting hurt."
He looks at me, pondering for a moment. His grip around my wrist loosens.
"I cannot promise that," he says, before he jumps up.
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He pulls me in closely, grabbing my ass with one hand, while the other grabs my hair, tilting my head back so he can invade my mouth for a greedy kiss.
I moan as his tongue explores my mouth with more force than anybody has ever done before, while he kneads my ass with one hand. He pushes me in even closer so that his hard cock is pressing against my belly.
"You little slut," he utters after he withdraws from our kiss. "If I take you, I am going to do it my way. Understand?"
I look up at him. My insides are burning with lust and anticipation.
I nod. "Yes, daddy."
He lets go of my hair and my ass and takes a step back to create some distance between us.
"Those are some gorgeous tits you have there," he whispers as he reaches forward, grabbing each of them with his hands respectively. My nipples are hard, standing erect as a clear display of my arousal.
I moan when he starts cupping and massaging my tits, gently at first, but his grip getting stronger with each moment that passes. He leans forward and plants a kiss on my right breast before he starts moving his tongue towards my nipple.
"Oh, daddy," I breathe when he puts his lips around it. His tongue is circling around the most sensitive area while he greedily sucks on my nipple, eventually biting and teasing it so much, that I start squirming and groaning in pleasure.
He lets go and moves on to the other side, obviously a friend of fairness just as much as I am.
I throw my head back and close my eyes with relish. My nipples are one of my most erogenous zones - and he treats them as if he is well aware of that.
He withdraws his heavenly tongue way too soon and takes a step back. His hands are still on my tits, now twisting and pinching my nipples, keeping me on my toes - and so horny.
"You like that, huh," he notices.
I nod, staring at him, breathing heavily. "Yes, daddy."
"Well, this isn't all about you," he says. "Get down on your knees, now."
He lets go of my nipples and I sink down before him, while he opens his shorts, freeing his rock hard cock.
He is enormous, especially now that he is hard! I stare at him in surprise as he wiggles his meaty erection directly in front of my eyes.
"Oh, wow..." I exclaim. I have blown a guy from school before, but he was nowhere this size. And this girth.
I reach forward and put my right hand around him. He is rock hard already, and my fingers do not fully reach around his impressive girth.
"Don't be scared," he says, looking down on me with an evil smirk. "Let's see how much of that you can take into your mouth."
And with that he puts his hand at the back of my hand and forces himself inside me. I barely have enough time to remove my hand and instantly start gagging as he is about half way in, already slightly touching the back of my throat.
"That's it?" He asks while I am still choked by his size.
He lets me go. I cough and gasp for air.
"Oh, come on," he comments. "I am sure you can do better than that, baby slut. Show me!"
I smile up at him and eagerly grab his cock with my hand again, now slowly stroking him.
"Sure, daddy," I breathe, before I take him between my lips again, on my own account this time. I am doing my best, teasing and worshiping his shaft as I slowly work my way further, swallowing him inch by inch.
And sure enough, this time I manage to take him further inside, not even stopping when he is painfully pushing against the back of my throat and breathing becomes close to impossible.
"Good girl," he breathes.
I back off to catch some air before I wrap my lips around him once more, not deep throating this time, but just licking and teasing his glans. He moans, moving his hips forward, begging for more. I close my mouth around my and create a vacuum, eagerly sucking on him as my tongue keeps circling around his tip.
He gets impatient and starts pushing me by the back of my head again, forcing himself as deep as possible until I start gagging and whimpering.
"Oh, come on, you can handle it!" He yells.
He lets me catch my breath for a moment, before he grabs my head with both hands and starts throat fucking me. If the back of one's throat can get bruised, I think mine certainly is about to, as he brutally bumps against it again and again, with every shove.
Tears are running down my face, I gag and cough - and lose control of my jaw, becoming unable to keep my mouth open as wide as I should.
"No teeth!" He exclaims.
He grants me two more thrusts, before he stops and withdraws himself from my mouth. Saliva and tears and running down my face and I am gasping for air.
"Get up!" He orders. "And lose those shorts, immediately!"
I obey and stumble back up on my feet, while simultaneously pulling my hot pants down. I am not wearing any underwear - which he acknowledges with a hum of approval.
"What a slut you are," he says and steps forward, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up as if I weighted nothing.
He places my naked butt on the kitchen counter, on the newspaper he was just reading a few moments before. My coffee mug is in the way and falls down on the floor, but neither one of us cares.
He comes closer, leaning in for a quick and greedy kiss that feels as if he is about to eat me alive. I wrap my naked legs around him and use the chance to pull his shirt over his head to get another glimpse of that perfectly toned upper body.
God, he looks hot! Exactly the view I want to have when my virginity is taken away from me.
He kisses me again, his tongue forcefully invading my mouth while he reaches down with one hand in search of my trembling sex.
"Such a good slut," he breathes as his fingers find my wetness. "So wet and ready for your daddy."
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"Fuck me!" I beg, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Fuck me, daddy."
"Is that what you want, you little slut?" He reassures, his eyes drunken with lust.
I nod. "Please!"
"Lie down," he orders, gently pushing me back with one hand. I slowly lean backwards until my back is resting on the newspaper.
He is standing in front of me, his eyes on my wet center as he takes my legs to push them up, spreading them apart as far as possible.
I am breathing heavily, dizzy with lust, convolving like a bitch in heat beneath him while he keeps observing my wet center.
"What a wet cunt you have," he whispers, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance without using his hands, with which he is still holding my legs up.
I moan at the touch of his cock, eagerly moving my hips, trying to slide closer to him.
He chuckles. "What an impatient little slut, so eager to for her daddy's cock, huh."
I nod, whimpering. "Please, please..."
Finally, he moves forward, the tip of his cock spreading my lips apart as he slowly forces himself inside me. I have never been this wet in my life before and he slips inside easily, his girth spreading me more and more. With every inch, the pain increases, even though he is not even half way in.
He pauses, observing my reaction as I take him in. I moan and squirm, begging for more.
"Are you ready?" He asks, and for a moment I am unsure what he is talking about - until he pushes further, breaking the barrier of my virginity.
I yelp, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure - and he moves further inside. He is so big, so incredibly big, stretching me to my absolute limit as he forces his massive size inside me. He pauses for a moment, his pelvis pressing against my butt while I am convolving beneath him, desperate with lust.
"How does that feel, you little slut?" He asks.
"Oh, daddy..." I whimper, unable to give a reply.
"Good, huh," he concludes.
He moves backwards, almost withdrawing himself completely before he shoves himself back inside. Slowly still, but a lot faster than he did the first time. He continues moving back and forth, his motions increasing in speed with every thrust, until he is properly fucking me, pounding me so hard that my body keeps moving back and forth on the counter.
The pain eases, but his size is still a challenge. Every shove sends a new wave of ache and pleasure through my body - though the latter is predominant by far.
"Touch yourself!" He breathes.
"Daddy, I'm gonna cum if I-"
"Yes," he interrupts me. "I want you to - cum on your daddy's cock!"
I obey and reach down to play with my clit while he continues to fuck me, rapidly easing in and out of me.
And sure enough, I can't make it for longer than a few thrusts, before I feel my muscles clenching around him. My orgasm rolls over me, encouraged by every shove he forces inside me.
I cum so hard, my vision blurs for a few seconds. Just as the last waves of my climax are rolling over me, I can feel his giant cock pulsating inside me as he finds his release, deeply filling me with his cum while the last few contractions of my own orgasm are clenching around him.
"Fuck," he breathes.
He is sweaty, almost as much as he was when I met him at the door last night. And so fucking handsome.
He leans forward, planting a kiss on my mouth before he withdraws himself, slowly, thank god.
"You dirty little girl," he whispers, his eyes observing my freshly fucked pussy.
My legs are still spread apart and up. I can feel his cum dripping out of me as he spreads my folds apart to have a better look.
He hums with approval. "Good, girl."
"So," I start. "Will you tell on me?"
He looks at me, grinning.
"Oh, no little girl. I am not going to tell anybody anything about what happened this weekend," he says. "You can count on that."
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10
When Daddy Shared Me
By Saffron Daughter
I could hear Michael making a lot of noise in the kitchen. He was definitely cooking up something special. Mum was away on what she called a “Girl’s Retreat”, whatever that meant. My guess? She would be drinking with her friends, flirting with younger men than her, and though I never really liked to admit it, she was probably bringing them back to her room. She was a bit wild when she was younger, and I don’t think that she ever really lost the spark. I guess I get some of that from her.
What it meant, though, was that I was left behind at the house alone with Michael, her husband… my step-father. Being twenty years old, I certainly didn’t need any supervision, and so Michael didn’t really have any responsibility, as far as I was concerned. Well, not technically, anyway.
You see, Michael had moved in when I was only fifteen, and so in many ways he had been my father figure. He admonished me when I was out of line, supported me when I wasn’t, and was just generally there to help out with things at school, or with university applications, and that kind of parent stuff.
The thing about Michael was that he was good to look at, and certainly fun to have around. He was an attractive man, tall, and he kept in shape. I always admired that about him. Most people didn’t have the dedication. Really, I don’t know what my mother was doing, going off trying to seduce young boys when she had a man like Michael at home.
Trouble with the marriage? I didn’t know. Can’t say I paid them much attention. I paid him attention, and Mum when she demanded it, but I never gave the two of them, as a married unit, much thought at all.
I could smell delicious things coming from the kitchen. Oh, yeah, Michael loved to cook, and more than that, he was a pretty damn fantastic cook. Really, I don’t know what Mum was thinking. I knew he was whipping up something special. It smelled vaguely like pancakes, but with a hint of something sugary. Whatever it was, experimental or not, it was bound to taste good.
Oh, yeah, and Michael turned me on. The only way to get through the confession was to blurt it out like that. I liked him… more than I should have. I thought about him often… in ways that I shouldn’t have.
And who was I kidding? I was lonely. It’s not like I was having much luck with the boys at university… and not that I’d like them, anyway. Far too focused on getting as hammered as possible, on getting their dicks wet as much as possible, and taking as little responsibility for anything as possible.
It was either that, or the complete opposite. In an environment with tons of people, it was difficult to find those who didn’t exist on either end of the bell-curve, funnily enough.
Not my kind of guy. It was quite obvious to me, when I was younger, even, that I longed for a man more than my contemporaries did. My best friend, Janet, she enjoyed traipsing around campus, seeing who she would and wouldn’t lay, and then actually following through with it.
Fun, I suppose, in a way, but not what I wanted. I wanted something special, someone special. And for years and years, there was only one man who would fit that bill.
Michael. Yeah, you guessed it.
It was also frustrating that I was on a bit of a dry spell with myself, so to speak. To put it simply, I hadn’t been able to get myself off for weeks. Seriously. Vibrator and everything. I could just never get there, and the more I tried, the more frustrating it became.
Talk about taking the fun out of one of life’s simple and private pleasures!
This morning was no different. With Michael cooking, the sounds of utensils slapping against pots as background music, I had tried, pressing little pink vibrator so hard against my clit it had opened and spilled out its battery, and long before I had gotten anywhere close.
No worse than one of Janet’s boys, I thought to myself. She often told me how disappointed she was with the average performance of one of her lays. Why she kept doing it, I really didn’t know.
“Allie!” I heard Michael call. The apartment wasn’t big, so it’s not like he really had to yell. Maybe he thought I was still asleep.
I didn’t get out of bed. What? It was a Saturday, and I could do with a lie-in. I thought back to when I first saw Michael. Admittedly, I bloomed late. It’s not like I couldn’t tell that a boy or a man was good looking, but at fifteen, I was still actively fighting the idea of actually being with one.
Yeah, I was an innocent girl. I spent half my waking hours with my nose buried in autobiographies of famous people long since dead. I enjoyed learning about the things they did. It was all real. Fiction never really grabbed me.
So when I saw Michael, it didn’t escape me that he was a good looking man. But as far as I was concerned, he was just another of Mum’s conquests, another notch on her bedpost so to speak. Before him, she’d been through close to a dozen men. My real father left before I was born.
So I ignored Michael. I didn’t talk to him, didn’t let him see me looking at him (but I did still look, because he was handsome, and if we can’t look at good looking people, then what the hell can we do?), and just generally didn’t expect him to stick around.
But he did, and he did, and still he had continued to stick around. Soon enough, two years had passed, and he’d broken the previous record holder by something like four months. Mum didn’t manage to keep men around for very long. I could never really tell, either, if it was the men she chose, or the woman they chose.
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