“Harder Daddy, suck my pussy harder.” I cried.
Daddy slid his thumb deep into my tight slit and I heard him moan as his lips sucked and massaged my pussy. The deep ache inside of me grew stronger with each passing moment, each caress of his skilled tongue. He was going to make me cum.
His fingers took over as I started to pant, his hands skillfully working my clit. I looked down at him, biting my lips as I watched his focus.
“That’s right baby, cum for me, I want you to cum hard, cum for your Daddy.”
His fingers plunged deeper into my velvety hole and he pulled hard against my insides. I felt my body start to convulse like never before. He was working my body in a way I had never known existed. My entire being was vibrating, each second growing closer, higher, tighter--until suddenly, it all came crashing down in a wave of powerful, erotic contractions. I felt myself lose all control and let out a cry of relief. I heard Daddy groan in delight as a warmth flooded my ass and thighs. I opened my eyes in surprise and was instantly embarrassed by the sight. I had—peed?
“Oh god,” I cried out in horror, “I don’t know what happened, that has never… I just…”
Blake’s face was wet and dripping with a thick creamy fluid and his tongue was licking his wet lips. “Don’t you apologize young lady. In fact, you should be proud, that is what is known as squirting.”
My eyes were wide and shocked. I hadn’t known that squirting even existed, or that it was something that I should be proud of. Blake’s fingers ran across his face and he wiped some of the juice and presented it to me.
“Taste it,” he said in a gruff voice.
I could see him stroking his cock as he watched me lean forward and wrap my lips around his finger. I sucked his finger seductively, and he was right, it definitely wasn’t pee, it was slick and sweet.
“Mmm.” I moaned, slowly releasing his finger.
Daddy stood up, and lifted me from the chair, placing me onto the cold mahogany desk and stepping close to me. His cock was hard, and I felt it pulsing hard as he pressed himself into me.
“I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy now.”
I gripped his hips and met his eyes with my own. “Wait, I’m not on birth control.”
Blake stared back at me as his fingers caressed the exposed curves of my body. “Brittany, what have your mother and I always told you?”
I wondered if I was about to get a full-blown lecture. They had always warned me about the consequences of sex. They had watched several girls at my high school wind up pregnant, and it was unacceptable.
“It’s not like that; I’m a virgin…” The words were nearly silent as they left my lips.
I felt shy telling Daddy about my sex life. It was as if my entire world had been turned on it’s head. One second you’re the bad daughter for not following his advice, the next, you’re the innocent naïve daughter for doing exactly that.
Dane took a deep breath and weighed my words. “Are you serious? All this time and you’ve kept yourself pure…for me?”
His eyes were burning with a passion that I’d never seen before and I couldn’t seem to break the spell that they put on my own. Watching him closely I slowly whispered. “For you.”
Our lips met with an crash of emotion, his thickness pressing my wetness and causing the deep ache to grow stronger.
“I want you this way Brittany, I want you bare, I want to feel my skin against yours. I’m not some boy who can’t control himself, I won’t cum inside of you… Unless, unless you ask me to Brittany.” He pulled me closer into his arms and I felt him directing his cock towards the entrance of my innocence.
I spread my legs wide and braced myself for him. I had never imagined that Blake would be my first, or my anything for that matter. But here, in his arms, in the heat of passion, I knew that there was nothing more perfect. He was rich, handsome, caring, and above all else, he’d silently suffered for years watching me ripen and then leave. He’d wanted me.
Blake’s cock slid slowly into me, and I felt the pain of my pussy lips as they struggled to house such a massive cock. Our kisses seemed to be a meter for his entry, each time my mouth grew frantic he would go a little deeper, waiting until I was ready for him to go on.
“This is it Brittany,” His voice was gravely and strained. “This is where I take your innocence, tell me that you want me to take you baby girl.”
I could feel him, pressed up against the thin layer of flesh, the last layer that separated us from becoming one. I looked him deep in the eyes and traced my fingernails along his muscular chest.
“I want you Daddy, I want you to take me. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
In one swift thrust daddy broke through, pressing himself forward and making me cry out as my virginity was lost completely. He was so deep now, and my belly was singing with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. I bucked against his cock as he held my hips to his.
“I love you, Daddy.” I said softly, out lips meeting as Blake’s momentum began picking up.
Every inch of his thickness was filling me, each time making me scream out as he plowed deeper and deeper into my tight little hole. I never wanted him to stop, not ever.
Every inch of his thickness was filling me, each time making me scream out as he plowed deeper and deeper into my tight little hole. I never wanted him to stop, not ever.
“You have to stop that thing you’re doing or your going to make me cum,” Daddy thundered.
“What?” I said honestly, unsure of what exactly I was doing.
“That,” he panted, “and that. You’re fucking muscles are practically milking my dick. You have to stop flexing that way.”
I wasn’t consciously doing anything. I tried to stop, but his groans and huffs only grew more strained.
“I’m trying Daddy, I don’t know what I can do.”
Daddy pulled himself free of my pussy, leaving me panting and wanting for more.
“Don’t stop.”
“I can’t keep going like this for long Brittany, your pussy is like god damned steel trap. You’re muscles are practically begging me to cum.”
“Would it be so bad?” I looked down, tracing the little trail of hairs at his belly button.
“What do you mean Brittany?” He slid his finger under my chin but I didn’t look up at him.
“Would it be so bad—you know, if you did cum…inside.” I bit my lip and listened to the pause in his breaths.
I knew I had gone too far, this was passion, and it was probably fleeting. Daddy was a rich and powerful man, and I had practically just asked him to marry me. Right or wrong, my body was telling me that he was exactly what I wanted, and I wanted him…forever.
“Are you sure about that Brittany? Have you thought about the consequences? I mean really thought about them? You’d have to tell your mother, and if you get pregnant, there is no way I’d ever let you leave me.”
Was it true? Could he really feel this way? Was he actually telling me that he’d considered all of it and that it was my decision? I didn’t care what anyone thought about us, if we both wanted to be together, than that was exactly what we were going to do.
“Promise me that it won’t end Daddy.” I slowly lifted my gaze and met his enchanting stare.
Blake’s fingers traced the sensitive skin at my sides, and up to my neck and the base of my skull. His eyes seemed to tell me before his words ever did. They burned like fire, a fire that I had never seen when he’d been with my mother.
“I promise you Brittany, everything that I have, everything that I am.” His lips crashed into mine as our hips met once more in endless passion.
His hands braced me as his body picked up rhythm. Both of us were panting hard and fast, and our eyes never lost sight of one another for an instant. I could feel his thick cock pulsating hard within me. My own body shuddered and began to shake. This was it, this was where Daddy and I became one, this was where our lives blurred into one.
“I�
��m going to cum Daddy.” I cried our, digging my nails deeply into the flesh of his back as my insides tightened one final time.
“I love you.” Our voices rang out in unison as our we both felt utter and complete release.
His body met each of my contractions with his own, and I felt the warmth of his seed as it filled me deep within. Panting and utterly spent our lips met once more, his cock still twitching within me, and muscles deep within me doing the same. We were one, now and forever, Daddy was mine.
“So about that coffee…” Daddy grinned at me, laughing softly.
I knew that this was the beginning of the rest of my life. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh yes, the coffee. Why don’t we go together?”
Blake’s grin turned into a smile. “Exactly what I meant.”
Down and Dirty Steps
"Oh my God," I managed to gasp, my body grinding into his. His mouth left my breasts and explored my neck, kissing and biting gently until I thought I would lose my mind. I pushed him away to try to catch my breath, and when I did, I realized his hot cock was pressing into my thigh. The sensation set my heart racing, and a feeling of hot lust bloomed through my body, starting from my center and radiating outwards.
I had never done this before, and I had no idea how I got here. Everything we did that night felt so good, so right, even though it was so terribly, terribly wrong. What would people say about us?
But I should back up and start from the beginning, because none of this should ever have happened. Especially not with a heartthrob like him.
****
Growing up on a quiet ranch in the middle of nowhere had been hard, especially after my mother passed away.
But I was a tough kid. I was able to pull through her demise and excel in high school, and by the time my stepfather had sold my mother’s ranch I was at the University of Arizona on a full scholarship. Thankfully my life in college was a world away from the dust and solitude of my early years, so much so that I’ve now come to conclude that going off to school was the best thing I could have done to finally put my bitter childhood behind me once and for all.
But a person can’t totally shut out their past, and today was one of those days where I had to face my past once again. Spring break was just around the corner; my roommate, Katrina, and some of my friends were driving across the border to go to San Carlos, Mexico, and I wanted to go with them. But I already agreed to go to Montana to visit my stepfather for spring break.
Don’t get me wrong: I loved my stepfather and was excited to see him. It was just that sometimes I couldn’t stop the old, painful memories from rising up again deep from within me whenever I spoke to him; that was really the only reason why I didn’t want to visit.
In any event, it was still a bit exciting to go to Montana because I’d never been there before, and because I'd be meeting a lot of his relatives for the first time. Of course, meeting a bunch of dyed-in-the-wool ranchers and old people sounded horribly dull compared to a week of fun in the sun in Mexico, but I knew I had to be a good girl and go. After all, that's who I was: reliable, dependable and studious. I wasn't in the habit of letting people down, and I wasn't about to start now.
"Hey Anna," Katrina said, poking her head into my room, "can I have the place tonight? Jason and I are going to...you know." She cocked her head and smiled wryly. Katrina was also a really good girl like me, even if she had been exploring her naughty side with what seemed like a whole string of boyfriends this year. I had planned on coming home late from the library and passing out after a hard night of studying, and this definitely threw a wrench into my plans. But I forced myself to smile and act excited for her.
"Thank you so much, Anna!" Katrina bubbled. "Hey, I’ve got to fly to Econ. See you later."
I sighed, leaning back in my bed, unable to read any more.
The night ended at my friend Whitney's house, watching a boring movie and trying not to feel depressed about the fact that Kat was having sex while I wasn’t. Sure, it was wonderful that I was a straight-A student and things were going great overall, but at the same time I knew I would never be skinny and hot like Katrina, and I knew boys would never like me the way they liked her.
"Whitney," I asked, adjusting my blanket and snuggling deeper into the couch, "do you think I'm fat?"
"No..." she answered, sounding a little confused. "You're just curvy. I wouldn't call you fat at all."
"It's because I'm so short," I pouted. "Every time I gain a little weight it's super obvious."
"Anna, give it a rest," Whitney practically snapped. "You're not fat."
"Okay," I relented, "just checking. I know there's a reason I don't have a boyfriend."
"Anna," Whitney said, sounding exasperated, "the reason you don't have a boyfriend is because you study all the damn time and you work at the bookstore. Every time we invite you to come do something with us you have to go to study; or in the case of spring break, go home to visit family. Stop trying to be so perfect."
Perfect? That was the last word I felt described me. "I'm not perfect," I frowned.
"Oh, Anna."
I decided to give it a rest. If there was an answer to my problem with boys and dating, it was obvious that Whitney didn't have it.
****
Driving to Montana was going to take a couple of days, and I was a little daunted by the idea of all that windshield time, alone. And it wouldn't help that every time one of my friends took a selfie at the beach my phone would notify me just how happy and thrilled everyone else was.
"Is that the last bag?" Whitney asked as she hefted a suitcase into the back of my Ford Ranger. It was my mother's old truck, and it had seen a lot of hard, dusty work. Now it was old and beaten up, and the idea of it making it all the way to Billings, Montana, seemed doubtful.
"Yeah, it's the last one," I lied. It wasn't, but Whitney seemed so exhausted and annoyed I thought I would let her go.
"Well have a wonderful time," Whitney chirped, pulling me in for a tight hug.
"You too," I said, all of a sudden not wanting to let her go, "I hope you have so much fun in Mexico."
"I'm sure Montana will be great," she said, squeezing me again. "Maybe you'll meet a hot cowboy or something."
"Yeah right."
After Whitney had driven away I walked back into my dorm, past the broken elevator and up six flights of stairs. I arrived at my room and grabbed my last two bags. One was a backpack that I'd kept from high school, when three outstanding students were chosen to go on an Outward Bound course. I strapped the thing on to me and grabbed my other bag, which was nothing more than a gigantic sack of dirty laundry, and headed down the stairs.
****
My second day of traveling felt even lonelier than the first. I could only listen to so much dub step until it felt like my head was going to explode, so I switched to country music. It helped me settle down, and somehow I felt like it fit the landscape. Montana was in fact beautiful, with endless rolling plains and snowcapped mountains. The only traffic was the occasional muddy pickup, and every time my old truck groaned over another mountain pass I was treated to yet another expansive, breathtaking vista.
I decided the only thing making me unhappy was my phone. After the thirtieth time my phone buzzed with another ecstatic group photo taken by the side of the ocean, I decided to delete my Facebook entirely.
Almost there--I was so excited.
It was about 11 am when I pulled off the back-road Google Maps told me to use as a shortcut and merged onto the freeway. I hit the gas and drove hard until my stomach growled, letting me know it was time for lunch; I pulled off at the first full-service tourist truck stop I saw, one of those huge ones with a restaurant, showers for truckers, tacky gift store, etc. I got out of my truck and walked stiffly across the parking lot. Cowboys were milling around their trucks, and the place was a hive of activity as big rigs pulled in from the highway while others took off.
It looked like I was the only
female around, and I was suddenly self-conscious about how I was dressed: like a college girl on spring break, in a flimsy wife-beater over my bra and a pair of tiny short-shorts. I unconsciously smoothed my hair out as I made my way towards the sprawling complex.
"Hey darlin'," a handsome old cowboy said as I walked past him in the parking lot; I didn’t answer. Despite myself, I turned around to watch him saunter lazily over to his truck. His ass filled out his tight jeans nicely, and I stared until he pulled his wiry body up into the cab of his big 4x4.
He grinned when he saw me staring at him. He tipped his hat for a second before firing up the big diesel engine and speeding off in a cloud of dust and black smoke.
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