by Haley Monroe
“I know, you’ve waited so long. Being such a busy little mother and wife. I’m so proud of you sweet girl.” I find his gaze with mine and my body trembles. “Come for me.” He gives his permission but it’s too soon. I’m not quit there just yet. I lean forward and feel his thumb jerking around to help me get there. “Come on, baby girl. Flood Daddy’s hand.”
I cover my own mouth with my hand and look up at the ceiling of our blue tent as my body obeys Daddy’s command and my orgasm rocks through me. I gasp under my hand as Daddy’s whole hand is still working me through my pleasure. He’s making it last and carrying it out for me. “That’s my good girl.” He smiles at me approvingly as he removes his hand from under my panties. He wipes his hand off on the inside of my thigh and pats my ass.
“You know how it works. Go on and give each of the guys five minutes of your time.” I smile with rosy cheeks and shallow breath. “And you better come for every one of them.”
I shake my head as if I’ve heard him wrong. “I’m sorry?”
“Mmhmm.” He moans and licks at his still sticky fingers.
“But I’m never allowed to get off so easily?” I question his demands.
“Things change, baby girl. You are a great mom, a perfect wife and a wonderful little girl. Today we’ll make that cunt cum until it simply can’t provide another orgasm,” he pauses long enough for me to absorb his words. “And then I’ll take another one.”
“Oh,” I coo.
“Yes. Ohh,” He points to Chris. “Get over there.”
Chris welcomes me into his lap with a kiss to my temple. “We are all really proud of you, ya know. You’ve grown so much since the first time we all met you. Always so eager to please.” I smile bashfully at him.
“Thank you. That really does mean a lot to me.”
“Uh huh.” He strokes my thigh with his right hand and pulls a small pocket vibrator out from his jeans. “Open your pretty legs for me.” I do as he says but look over at Daddy. I can see the strength of his erection tenting his shorts and ache so badly to relieve him too. But now is about me and I lean into Chris’s chest as he turns on the small buzzing machine and presses it against my sensitive clit.
It isn’t long until I’m grinding and squirming on his lap. Chris wiggles the tip of the vibrator around, and in a few short minutes I’m coming again. My body feels wrung out and limp when he finally pulls the toy away from my pussy. “Good girl.” He helps me stand and I fumble over to Dave who picks me up in his arms and carries me over to his truck.
Instead of us being near the open door to the truck beside his, he carries me around to the other side and opens the door to lie along the bench seat. His truck has no back seat and I let my hand grab the steering wheel as I settle against the soft leather. “Don’t wake the baby.” He reminds me. “She’s not all that far away.”
I nod and bite my lip. He lifts my skirt and kisses my inner thigh. I push my legs open wider, uncaring who walks by and sees my husband’s friend’s face in my pussy. My entire pussy is super sensitive from coming twice already but that doesn’t hinder Dave from eating me like a man starved. He uses his tongue to cover every inch of me, and again, it’s all too soon before I’m bucking and grinding against his mouth.
My hands grab his hair and I push his face into me, making his nose rub my clit as he tongue fucks me. I feel like I’ve almost drawn blood from biting my lips so hard but it feels so fucking good. I come hard, all over his mouth and slump back when its over.
“Fucking A,” I pant and check my lip for spilled blood.
“And you aren’t done yet.” I hear Ron’s voice at the open door and shake my head at him.
“I don’t think I can.” I answer honestly through gasped breaths.
“Yeah, like Richard always says, ‘good thing it isn’t up to you’.” I watch as he lifts a large rabbit dildo up and rubs it around my quivering pussy. “Relax and let it happen.” He tells me.
I throw my arms over my eyes as he begins to push the toy inside of me. I moan loudly as he moves it faster and faster. The rabbit’s ears tickle over my clit until I want to cry from so much pleasure. My back bows when I come around the plastic cock.
“Oh my God, please.” I sag like a flat tire. “Please, no more.”
Ron removes the toy and laughs hard. “One more.” Daddy’s voice reaches my ears and I pop one eye open to find him taking Ron’s place at the open door. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the very edge of the seat. My open legs going around his waist.
His hand moves between us as he unbuttons his shorts and pulls his hard cock free. The head is purplish in color and leaking precum. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss by his ear.
“I can’t come again.”
“But you can.” he growls as he thrusts deep inside me, shaking my body against his and pinning me to the seat. He works hard and fast. “And you will.” He pummels me with his cock. My inner walls are on fire and sore from all of my orgasms, but he is relentless, and soon I feel the impossible pressure building again.
I scream into his shoulder. Using his tee shirt to muffle my sounds and then I break. Shattering into a million pieces over his perfect cock.
“Fuck, I love race day.” Daddy chuckles and kisses my cheek.
The end.
A note from the author,
Hello my friends,
First, I want to thank you for reading Dirty Racing! I hope you enjoyed this fun little short and would love to hear your feedback in the form of an Amazon or GoodReads review.
Second, amazon has an issue with Page Flip. When you hit the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT! Especially if you are reading on Kindle Unlimited. If you go back to the beginning none of the pages will get counted as read. If it is asking you to go back to the beginning, please close out of the book at the page you are on or keep flipping the pages as there are bonus chapters for my other DD/lg books after this.
Page Flip seriously kills pages read not only for me but other authors on the Kindle Unlimited program, I want to thank you in advance for taking the time to borrow, read, and hopefully review my book.
Much love and thanks to you, my readers, for taking a chance on me and hope you enjoy the story!
All my love,
Haley
A Daddy for Valentine’s
Chapter One.
Dale had been ineffectively slobbering all over my pussy for ten, uneventful minutes. I glanced down at his shaggy brown hair moving between my legs as I pressed the guide button on the TV remote. Might as well catch up on some trash TV while reclining back, forcing faked moans from my mouth.
“Oh, yeah, baby.” I scrolled through the menu as his tongue pushed into the apex between my pussy and inner thigh instead of in my tight hole like I hoped. It felt good of course, but there was no way I was going to get off this way. “Right there,” I urged him enthusiastically and scooted my ass closer to the edge of the couch in hopes that he would take the hint and work me in the right places, but he didn’t. He continued to make out with my labia, totally neglecting my clit. I arched my back and closed my eyes, wishing he’d shove his fingers in my entrance and slather my clit with his wide tongue. I needed him to make me writhe or just fucking give up.
“Are you close?” He questioned. I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me, his face not even slick with my bodies response to his efforts, just the smallest hint of his own saliva on his thin lips. Probably because there was no response from my body. This man didn’t turn me on at all.
An annoyed grumble of laughter left my mouth. “If I was, I wouldn’t be now that you’ve asked.” I started to close my thighs, giving up on this feeble attempt at foreplay and he backed up.
“What do you mean?” He ran his hand through his hair and got off his knees to sit on the couch next to me. The cushions dipped with his body’s weight and shifted me slightly closer to him. He pushed the back of his wrist across his mouth like there was somet
hing to wipe off and I wondered if he really had no clue how turned off I was.
“You aren’t supposed to ask a girl if she’s close, dumbass. You’re supposed to fucking know.” I pulled myself up from slouching in the cushions and my legs curled under me. I leaned into the arm of the couch, trying to put some much-needed space between us. I’d been sexually frustrated since we met and it was clear tonight wasn’t going to a change a thing. Parking Wars was having a marathon, a small glimmer of happiness sparkled over my night. I clicked select on the guide and let my head rest on my arm. I loved watching people get pissy over their parking tickets. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a crap night after all! The meter maid stuck a ticket under a windshield wiper and I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. That poor driver was going to be so mad.
“Whatever.” He gave me a slick grin that caused me to remember he was still here. “My turn?” His dick was already in his hand before I could answer. My eyes rolled and then focused on his lap. I watched him stroke his small penis quickly in a desperate grip. It made me depressed that looking at his cock didn’t make my heart beat faster or cause my pussy to tingle with desire. Watching guys jack off was normally very sexy to me but my stomach roiled as I watched.
“I don’t feel like it.” I tugged the hem of my baggy tee shirt down to tuck it over my knees and turned away from him to look back at the woman screaming at the poor parking authority attendant for her car insurance having lapsed. Like it was anyone’s fault but her own? People never ceased to surprise me, that’s for sure. A subtle laugh slipped through my lips. I really loved this show.
Dale and I had been dating for just over a month or so and it was easy to tell our relationship, if that’s what you wanted to call it, had run its course. We met through mutual friends and started hanging out. I knew it wasn’t going to work from the beginning but I was so tired of the bad boys I normally dated that I thought I’d give him a fighting chance.
I’m one of those girls who falls in love really fast, you know the type? Like, one date and I’m ready to write my vows. I’ve always put so much effort towards relationships that I really wanted to work and then I’d end up crushed when it all came crumbling down around me. I was sick of it and when Dale walked into the bar, cute but not hot, funny but not sexy, it seemed like it would be easy to be with Dale. I had no expectations of what we might one day become and he never gave me those warm, fuzzy feelings when he walked into a room. Easy-peasy, right?
Not so much.
I guess you could say I had given up on the whole finding love thing, and accidently ended up leading him on. He was a really sweet guy, and cute in the way that ugly puppies are cute. You kinda want to snuggle them because you know no one else will, but it was way past time for me to let this ugly puppy off his leash. Even if I wasn’t ready for a real relationship, it wasn’t fair for me to hold him back from finding real love.
“Come on, Jemma.” He whined like a twelve-year-old girl who couldn’t go to the mall. “You don’t have to suck it,” My eyebrows jumped up like they thought it was funny he expected me to be happy about him not begging for me to blow him. “Just bend over so I can finish us both off, eh?” Ha. Fat chance of that happening. I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to give him one last try before I kicked him to the curb, like a hump and dump. I giggled at my mental joke and he looked at me like I may have lost my mind. I probably had.
“It’s getting late, Dale. I’m kinda tired and have to be up early tomorrow.” His lower lip stuck out and I groaned. “Can you make it a quickie?” I didn’t really have to ask, every time with Dale was a quickie. I tossed the remote to my coffee table, giving into the thoughts of one last, pointless fuck and pushed myself up to lean further over the arm of the couch that I was already pressed against. I parted my knees on the cushion and pushed my ass up for him. My baggy tee draped over my lower back and hung under me.
“I can do that!” His voice was even beginning to annoy me. It was all nasally and high pitched for a man. I needed something different in my life. Every guy I had dated for the last four years had been losers. Okay, not just the last four years, but my whole life. Every one of them unmotivated and unfulfilling me even though my stupid heart would’ve dove off cliffs for the assholes who made my tummy do somersaults. I’m that bad boy lover, I can’t help it. The girl who picks all the wrong guys and holds on for dear life.
Stupid… I was stupid.
My sister, Steph, says it’s because I date boys not men. Boys need attention and care, that drains you, while real men guide you and nurture your needs. Whatever, right? Where in our society does one find such a ‘real man’? It’d be like hunting the mythical unicorn!
Steph says real men take care of you. I could definitely go for some of that, but once again, where do these real men live? There was one possibility that I had been contemplating lately. See the thing is, Steph is into really kinky shit. Shit that scared me. Like whips and chains and all kinds of crazy stuff, stuff I just didn’t understand. Her “Master” was definitely a real man. So, did real men only hang out in the kink clubs, waiting for perfectly behaved little submissives that they could woo and care for? If that was the case, I’d have to get over my fear of whips and chains, like A.S.A.P!
I felt Dale’s smooth hands on my hips. It was such a light, gentle touch. Like he was afraid he’d hurt me or something if he held me even just a little bit tighter. I wanted him to grab me though. I needed him to possess me in some sort of primal way that I was craving, but he didn’t. He never did.
He aligned his cock with my shaved pussy. I knew it would be like any other time we had sex. He always fucked me like I imagined an Amish man fucks his wife. As quickly as possible, just to get it over with and with very little touching. He fucked me like he was doing his best to get off and satisfy his most basic human needs without committing a carnal sin.
My eyes squeezed shut and I tried to think of something, anything that would turn me on enough to self-lubricate my pussy. Mental images that came with Steph’s erotic tales filled my mind. I saw a tall man looming over me, with his hand on my throat. His hand was rough, unlike Dale. They had calluses that scratched at my tender skin as he was demanding me to fuck myself on his cock.
Damn, it shocked me how much that idea did turn me on. I wiggled my ass and pressed my tits into the arm of the couch, bouncing my ass back against Dale. I felt my ass press his cock against his small belly and he let out a strangled groan. “Spit on your cock.” I purred over my shoulder. Even though his cock was small, I still didn’t want him fucking me dry. His mouth had left drool on my skin but I wasn’t nearly ready for intercourse.
“Ew, no.” His nose wrinkled up and my eye brows pinched together.
“Ew?” I snapped. “What do you mean?” I glared at him with a confused expression from over my shoulder. Why would that gross him out when his mouth was just latched to my pussy lips five minutes ago?
“I don’t need to. We’re so close.” He grunted as he shoved inside of me. I huffed as I turned around to slip back into my fantasy instead of being here in my living room with Dale. I could still hear him panting over my back and tried harder to block out his sounds.
I imagined the tall, demanding man spanking my ass cheek as I bounced my plump rear against his pelvis. I was riding his cock in a reverse cowgirl position instead of being bent over my couch. The man under me was encouraging me with filthy demands that shocked me as much as they made my pussy contract. I moaned out, confusing poor Dale into thinking I was enjoying his fucking. He sputtered and jerked behind me.
And just like that, he was finished before I could even push back against his strokes. With a satisfied groan, he pulled out of me and left my body needy with freshly sparked arousal that his tongue nor his cock had managed to do anything about. It was my imagination that had turned me on. I sighed in disappointment as he rolled off me.
“Dang, that was so good, Jemma. Your body’s perfect.” He praised me while he buckled his pants clos
ed, his cock already soft and put away.
“Yeah, thanks.” I skipped to the bathroom to clean up, I could feel his body fluid beginning to leak from my pussy and washed it away quickly. I took a few extra minutes to look at myself in the mirror. My reflection agreed, it was time to end this charade.
“Dale, look, we need to talk.” I tucked my T-shirt under my butt as I sat back down on the couch. When I looked at him, I knew that he knew exactly what I was going to say before I even opened my mouth to say it. His head shook and he backed away from me slowly with his hand in the air as if he could ward off my next sentence. I attempted to continue anyway, “I think you’re a really great guy but,”
“No, no. Jemma wait. You don’t need to do this.” His face appeared panicked and I realized he wasn’t going to let this thing die easily. “Whatever it is, I can make it better. I swear I can. You just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it. I will.” His begging was pointless and I knew I had to stop him from continuing to embarrass himself further.
“No, Dale, you can’t. I really like hanging out with you but you just aren’t the guy I need in my life right now.”
“So, you’re really going to break up with me after you just let me,” He struggled to say the words, “fuck you?” He stood there with bewilderment written all over his face. It was as if he had never had a pity fuck before and my mouth pursed as it dawned on me that he probably hadn’t. I began to laugh. I probably shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help. He was too innocent for his own good or for mine, I guess, since I was the one dumping him.
“I really am sorry.” My shoulders shrugged halfheartedly as I stood and walked around him to my apartment’s front door. “I wish this thing had worked out between us but I think we both knew it wasn’t going to. We’re just too different.”
He started bumbling, “No, no, no, no.” But I just kept talking through his pleas.
