Falling for My Son's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  “Daddy want to see what’s underneath?” I murmured throatily, meeting his eyes over a slim shoulder. “Daddy want to see?”

  The man didn’t answer but his iron shaft nodded yes, bobbing up and down like it was talking to me. And so with another giggle, another sweet laugh, I lowered my shoulders to the mattress, balancing carefully, pressing my cheek against a pillow and slowly reached back, edging my panties over that luscious white ass, revealing my cheeks, my big behind, and finally that steaming, hot pussy, my moist slit. Wiggling a bit, I maneuvered the panties down my knees and off my feet, tossing them into a corner, uncaring where they landed. Oh god, how had I become such a wanton whore? I was Marie, single mom, repressed and shy, and yet now I was acting like such a slut, ready for this man in every part of my body, hot, moist, and so eager. I loved it, I loved this new side of myself, it was like a phoenix had risen from the ashes, a transformed me.

  And rolling with the delicious naughtiness, I met his eyes over my shoulder once more, still wiggling deliciously, making my ass jiggle.

  “Come and kiss?” I murmured, coyly meeting his eyes, the soft folds of my pussy glistening and pink. “Kiss my pussy?”

  But the man wasn’t having it.

  “You’re beautiful baby,” he growled, eyes never leaving that moist slit, hand still glued to his cock, going like a motor. “But I want to see more. Spread, baby, spread it,” he commanded, so alpha, chest and abs tight as he stroked himself, entire body hard. Because somehow during my strip tease, he’d lost all his clothes too, the man in full glory before me, tanned and toned, bronze skin, all of it bare, exciting, and rock hard ready for me.

  And I could do nothing but obey. The alpha had commanded and I had to respond, my limbs were already moving. So I murmured, “Yes Daddy,” and reaching back once more, I put a hand on each buttcheek and pulled them apart, opening myself so that everything was revealed, absolutely everything from my hotly dripping slit to the brown pucker like an exclamation at the top. And oh god, I was so wet that a small bead formed at my hole, slowly sliding down my lips before dropping off onto the bedspread and leaving a wet spot, evidence of my desire.

  But Trent wasn’t done yet. Despite the fact that I was crouched on the bed, nude, holding my ass open for him, displaying everything, he hadn’t had enough. The big man was depraved, wanting even more, and he seized my eyes, commanding, “Open yourself. All the way, baby, pull your pussy open for me.”

  I gasped. Oh god, really? He wanted to see so deep, this wasn’t enough? But I couldn’t say no, there was something about Trent so charismatic, so amazing. I had to go with the pulsing flow of my body, what he did to me, so mesmerizing and arousing. So spreading my knees even more, I reached even further back until my fingers caressed my labia. And with gentle, delicate touches, I pulled apart my pussy lips, the soft flesh opening slowly, revealing my hole, the deep pink insides, glistening and moist, the crevice where his dick would go, small yet pulsing, ready for his invasion.

  “Kiss my cunt now,” I begged. “Please.”

  And this time, the man was on me in an instant, his big form across the room in a flash.

  “Fuck yeah,” he muttered before diving in, pressing his mouth to my asshole for a quick swipe before running the flat of his tongue all the way from clit to anus, tasting everything I had to give. I cried out, bucking with ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut as he tongued my dripping slit. Oh fuck, he knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, lick, and his talented tongue left me gasping.

  “Unnnph!” I cried out again as he ran up one side of my labia, then the other, scooping up the sweet nectar, sampling my personal ambrosia. Touching my vaginal hole, slowly he edged it inside until he was fucking my pussy with his mouth, spearing his tongue in and out, making me tremble wildly, knees shaky, cunt pulsing with each delicious entry and exit.

  “Fuck you taste good,” he muttered against my flesh, female cream pouring down his throat, I was seeping fluid like an overflowing hose. “Fuck, fuck.”

  But the man wasn’t done yet. Because he wanted more than just pussy, he wanted ass. As he tongued my sweet snatch, playing with my clit, biting, nipping gently, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, one hand went up to my asshole, slowly tracing over the tight pucker.

  “Oh!” I shrieked. Oh god, what was happening? Things were spiraling out of control, sinking into a deep vortex, my body no longer mine. Because I wanted it, I wanted to give myself into the unknown, to give my body to this stranger, let him use me. Even if it meant ass play, even if it meant taking an unknown cock in my anus, yes, I wanted it. I was gone to the ecstasy, the allure of the incredible. So I moaned throatily, burying my head in the pillow, brain foggy as he stroked my tight pleats, finger rubbing sensuously before gently breaching the little pucker. Gasping, I rose up then, big boobs dragging on the coverlet, squealing as he pushed inside slowly, worming that digit in.

  “Fuuuuck,” I shrieked, body on fire, pussy pulsing with lust, the drip between my thighs becoming a stream. “Fuuuck!”

  And the big man just laughed throatily behind me, big body thrumming, finger increasing its pressure on my ass. And fuck, but with a slight pop, my tight ring gave in and that digit was up my anus then, my cheeks so tight around him, the dry, sensuous slide so good.

  “Oh!” I shrieked breathily, anus twitching reflexively. I loved it, I loved the taboo aspect, how I currently had a stranger’s finger buried in my butt, nude on all fours in a hotel suite. It was so wrong, such a departure from the usual me, but it was so good, and my pussy creamed lustily, my entire body loosening and stiffening then, readying myself for a grand finale.

  Because Trent wasn’t done yet. He twisted his finger a bit, letting me adjust, stretching my anal hole, letting it adjust to the invasion. And then he pushed again, breaching that tight pucker, going deeper and deeper until finally, he was completely buried, the entire digit rooted deep within my asshole. I screamed, I shrieked, loving it, welcoming him, the penetration, the nastiness. And the big man sat back for a moment, finger still up my butt.

  “You like that, baby girl?” he rasped harshly, taking in the scene, my huge white ass cheeks bisected by his hand, wiggling his digit to make me shake and wail once more. “You like having Daddy’s finger in your bottom hole? Does my dirty little girl like Daddy’s finger up her butt?”

  But I couldn’t answer because I was mindless with lust. My cunt pulsed madly, dripping, cream gushing from my pussy in waves, I was so turned on. And oh god, my ass. Even the smallest jostle, the smallest twitch of his digit made my anus clench, the penetration so good, so fucking dirty that I thought I might lose it right there, I might fucking come from just his finger.

  But the man wasn’t letting me get off so easy.

  “No honey,” he said, slowly pulling back, the slide in my pucker making me squeal. “You’re getting Daddy’s dick in your ass, it’s not just finger.”

  And I screamed then. No, no I couldn’t possibly. Because looking through the vee of my spread legs, I caught glimpses of his dick jutting from his waist, and I just couldn’t. That thing was even bigger up close. Ten inches at least, deep purple with veins on both the top and bottom, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. And oh god, but it was leaking hard, the cum so copious, slick and wet, dripping like a faucet.

  But a delicious realization crept over me, a tingling awareness, and I knew, just knew that the alpha male wasn’t going to take no. He was going to own me his way no matter what, and my only option was to make the best of it, prepare my body as best I could. So I took a deep breath and craned my head to meet his gaze, my eyes deep brown warm, soft, melty.

  “Please,” I panted, pleading. “Go slow, okay? You’re so huge, and I … I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

  The big man growled.

  “You’re small honey,” he rasped, voice harsh, “but trust me, it’ll fit.”

  And with that, he dropped a kiss on my anus once more before kneeling behind me, tip pressed against my privates.<
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  “Oh god!” I squealed. “Oh god!” Because I thought he was going in dry, deep into my ass with no lube. But the big man just chuckled and with one swift stroke, buried his cock in my pussy.

  “Unf!” I cried out, gasping, the air pushed out of my lungs, his fuckpole almost lifting me physically in the air, he was so big. “Ohhh!” I was like a pig skewered on a spit, my pussy so fucking full. And he slid sensuously back, making sure I felt every inch of his rod, every long, dripping centimeter withdrawing gloriously through my interior channel, my pussy lips hugging him tight, before pushing back in again, so deep I thought he might pop out of my throat.

  Trent growled with approval, looking down at where our bodies joined, my cunt so moist, swallowing him whole.

  “Fuck baby,” he grunted approvingly. “You have beautiful lip grip.”

  I flushed, his words sinking in through the haze of pleasure. Because I knew exactly what he was talking about. My pussy was so hungry, so desperate for a man, that when his dick withdrew my labia stuck to him, hugging him tight, begging him not to go. I couldn’t help it, the pole owned me, and I wanted it to take me again, wholly, completely.

  But the man had his reasons for fucking my cunt, and he tightened his hold my hips, slowly sliding himself in and out.

  “That’s right,” he rasped. “You’re getting Daddy’s dick wet, getting him all ready to take you in the ass.”

  And I cried out then, pussy flaring, the cream gushing even harder as he went deep into my cunt once more. Because oh god, yeah, there was so much juice, so much of my personal nectar that the backs of my thighs were drenched now, his dick and balls coated in my ambrosia, the personal lube readying us for intimate play. And after a few more strokes, the man pulled back once again, this time all the way back so that his dick popped out from my body, head trailing against my soft lips. And with one hand, he pushed my back down a little before angling his tip at my anal hole, at the little pucker he’d licked earlier. I felt something wet drop onto my anus and realized he’d spit and it felt so dirty, so nasty, that saliva seeping into my crevice, trailing wetly inside. But then his glans pressed against my ass and all thought flew out of my mind. I couldn’t do anything except feel, give myself to the dirty sensations overwhelming me.

  He growled, hands steady on my fleshy hips, holding my ass still as he began to press.

  “Steady little girl,” Trent rumbled, body tight as his dick probed my tight ring. “Steady.”

  And I mewled but managed not to move as he increased the pressure, sensations heightening once more, almost becoming unbearable. But then with an audible pop, a slight gasp, he was in. Oh god, my sphincter had given it up and he slid in a couple inches, the penetration so filthy, so sinful, and yet so good.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, my forehead dropping to the coverlet like a flower too heavy for its stalk. “Ohhh.” The feeling in my ass was indescribable, like I was getting stretched by a huge rod of steel in my butt, completely fucked.

  But the big man wasn’t done yet.

  “That’s it baby, two inches in, just eight to go.”

  And my eyes flew open. Holy shit, I’d only taken two inches so far? Oh god, I was so full already, my rear end stretched so tight. But he growled behind me, encouraging, one big hand squeezing an ass cheek as the other reached below to caress my clit. And that did it. His fingers playing over my bud were like magic, my arousal ramping once again, going to a million degrees, my cunt loose, soft and moist as my anus accepted his rod. And with another slow slide of his hips, he pushed in even more, my ass so violated, so wrong.

  “That’s it,” he ground out again, voice tight, balls slightly brushing against my sweet pussy. “That’s it, almost there.”

  And with one last thrust, he was in. Oh god, oh god, my ass was so fucked, I was so fucked, everything was so small down there yet so full, so deliciously dirty that I screamed then, lifting my head as my cunt jerked and trembled.

  “That’s it, little girl,” he soothed. “Let Daddy fuck your butt, be Daddy’s little butt slut.”

  The words were so disgusting, so obscene, but instead of being grossed out or offended, instead the opposite happened. I creamed wetly, moaning as my pussy juiced, and the big man grunted in back of me with satisfaction, arousal ramping through that huge form. And his pole began a smooth slide in and out, moving backwards and forwards, dragging deliciously across my inner flesh as his fingers teased my pussy, niggling my clit, stroking the hard nub before giving it a swift pinch.

  “Unnh!” I cried out, eyes squeezed shut, huge tits swaying. “Ohhh!”

  Because it was coming. The assault on my senses was too much and I couldn’t hold on for much longer. It’d been so long, and this gorgeous man was pushing me over the edge. His huge penis in my back end, the fingers niggling my sensitive bud were too much for me and with a scream I gave in.

  “Ohhhh!” I shrieked, gasping, body thrashing with ecstasy, hot curves flying everywhere as my pussy clenched and spasmed. “Ohh!”

  And the big man rode me the entire way, pole running slowly in and out of my ass as my cunt twitched.

  “That’s it,” he ground out, “that’s it, let it go, pretty baby, let it go.”

  I shrieked once more because my climax hadn’t ended. Instead, the deep stroking motions caused it to ramp up once again and this time, my ass was caught in the symphony. Oh yeah, this time my anus clenched down as well, so hard, so powerful that the big man roared behind me, his dick in a vise. And then he came too, the deep milking motions from my ass grabbing his fuckpole, his penis jerking and spurting, lash after lash of hot white spraying my insides, my anal canal coated in virile jizz, going so far up that my GI tract got a load as well.

  I screamed through the whole thing, it felt so good to have a man release in my body, a man so alpha, so hot, so gorgeous, everything I needed to take me away from my real life. I dropped my head to the mattress, moaning, eyes closed, letting my sweet body roll, fly even, as hot juices gushed into me, my curves receptive, milking him spontaneously, draining the alpha of every last drop, accepting it, craving every second.

  But finally, the high crested and we relaxed, coming down from Heaven, our spasms becoming mere tremors, our breath stilling slowly. Trent rolled us onto our sides, dick still in my butt and caressed my slippery, slick form, one big hand lightly cresting over my breast as the other slipped between my legs.

  “So wet, baby,” he ground out with satisfaction. “Are you always so wet?”

  And despite the fact that he was still in my behind, every inch of us touching, I blushed from the words, the intimacy of his touch. But the siren within answered.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I nodded slightly, still panting. “I’m always wet for you.”

  And with that, Trent grunted, pleased, his hand lodging itself between my legs, cupping my pussy possessively as we settled in. Oh, it felt so good with him, encircled in his arms, protected, warm, the alpha still buried deep in me, around me, shielding me from the world outside.

  “Did you lock the door?” I murmured sleepily, oddly relaxed in the arms of this handsome man. On the one hand, I should have been alert, should have bolted out of bed and thrown on my clothes, making my excuses, Trent was a stranger after all.

  But the big man merely growled, stroking my hair gently, breath hot on the back of my neck, murmuring against my ear.

  “Yeah, hotel door’s locked,” he ground out. “Locks automatically. Made sure before we got naked.”

  And I sighed with pleasure again. Because it’d been so good, so satisfying, and I knew I was going to want more. Right now, I was riding on a warm sea of waves, a sensual drowsiness permeating my limbs, my ass and pussy sated, soft, wet and relaxed, his hardness still in my butt. But the night was long … and I couldn’t wait for what came next.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Marie

  The sun streamed through the curtains and I shook my head, confused. Why was the sun at such an odd angle, usually the rays cros
sed my feet from the left side, and today it was the right, flickering hazily against my eyelids. I shook my head, groggy with confusion. Where was I?

  And suddenly it all came rushing back. I’d had sex with a stranger last night after going to that party with Angie. Oh god, the party itself was a blur in my mind, just a bunch of dark shapes and laughter, bright lights mixed with cocktails. But despite it all, I’d fallen into the arms of a gorgeous man and lost myself to him. The sex had been hard, hot and steamy, beyond my wildest dreams, and utterly, absolutely amazing.

  My cheeks colored, growing heated even in the privacy of the room. Because fuck, it’d been good. Trent had taken me everywhere last night, we’d had multiple sessions, tangling with each other, him putting his dick everywhere and anywhere, and I’d loved it all. I’d absolutely adored it and twisted sensuously even now, alone in the sheets, parts of me achy and sore, so good from hosting a man, from feeling him deep in my secret spaces.

  But where was the alpha this morning? Evidently my dark stranger had disappeared without a trace and all that was left was an indentation in the pillow and some light spatters of fluid, a reminder of his virility, that masculine strength.

  I smiled softly to myself. No matter. I was an adult woman, and I’d live. Sure, I was out of practice and inexperienced, but shit, this was real life. Last night hadn’t been about love, and I wasn’t kidding myself. I didn’t expect to see Trent ever again, and it fucking sucked. But you have to make lemonade out of lemons and last night had been exactly what I’d needed. The alpha male had fucked me so hard, clearing my mind, my body limp and delicious, and today, and I was ready to take on the world.

  So I stretched in the bed, looking out the window, enjoying the view. Who had the man been? Who was the sexy male who’d taken me so thoroughly, making me cream like a whore? I might never know, and that was the reality. I suppose I could ask the hotel front desk, they’d have his name, but it seemed too crazy, very stalker-ish.