by Lena Gordon
“Back up,” I commanded. She didn’t move, likely still coming down from her high, so I kissed her hard, to bring her to her senses. “Back up,” I told her again.
This time she did as she was told, stepping backward until she was pressed up against my bike. I knew it would still be warm from the ride, but the chrome would be cold against her skin. More than anything, I wanted to fuck her bent over against the seat, her tits pressed into the leather. But that would have to wait.
I pressed her lush body back and kept one hand on the back of her head, holding her into my kiss as I plunged two fingers deep inside her wet heat.
I was immediately rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Fuck. She was so ready for me.
“Okay, babydoll?”
“Yes. Oh yes.” I nipped her bottom lip and she quickly amended. “Yes, Daddy. More than okay.”
She was a quick learner, which just made everything so much better.
I moved my fingers inside her, pumping and twisting as my mouth took her kisses, keeping her pleasure divided. She was unable to focus on one thing and I knew I was driving her crazy, especially when my thumb slid over her clit at the same time that my tongue plunged deeper in her mouth.
I turned my fingers so I knew they were pushing directly into her g-spot. The reaction was immediate. I released my mouth from hers so she could throw her head back as I drove her closer and closer to another climax. This time when she took her release, her juices sprayed over my hand and arm. She screamed out into the night and her knees buckled completely.
I moved swiftly, bending to scoop her into my arms before she fell to the ground.
She’d climaxed hard. Maybe even harder than she ever had before. I grinned with the knowledge that I’d driven this perfect young thing to such ecstasy and held her closer until she came back to her senses.
After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and looked up to me in wonder.
“What...did I...”
I chuckled at her wonderment. “You just had a g-spot orgasm, babydoll. It was fuckin’ beautiful. You’ve never had one before?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Well, it was my pleasure to give you your first.” I placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Now, it’s late. We should get you home.”
I could see the disappointment on her face. But little did she know—the night may be over, but I was definitely not done having fun with my little girl.
7
Jessie
It all seemed like a dream. A crazy, hot as hell, erotic dream.
The only way I could believe my rendezvous with the sexy biker had even happened was because my pussy still had a delicious ache the next morning when I stood in the shower after only a few hours of sleep. When I looked down at my breasts and saw the faint outline of the bite marks he’d left all over my tits, the ache grew deeper.
Never in a million years would I have expected to be standing naked in the dark next to a motorbike, letting a strange man, even a sexy one, drive me to orgasm not once, but twice before getting back on the bike, this time without undergarments, my bare pussy, dripping and throbbing from its delicious abuse, pressed against the vibrating leather, making me horny all over again by the time I got home and he finally dropped me off.
That wasn’t me.
Maybe it was.
The thought excited me. But would I see him again? I didn’t even know his name.
Daddy.
That’s all I needed to know.
I couldn’t wait to tell Abby about my sexy night, but first I had to get to class. With my best bra lying in tatters in some road stop off the highway, I dug out another equally ratty bra. It was embarrassing that I didn’t have anything nicer, but I could barely make my tuition payments. Nice bras were going to have to wait. But I really couldn’t stand to lose any more either. Even if it was in the heat of passion.
I winced a little as I strapped it on. My breasts were tender, but in the best way. I wouldn’t change it. In fact, I’d happily have it happen all over again. Just the way it had.
Well, maybe not just the way.
I’d fully expected him to fuck me. Hell, I wanted him to. Not that I wasn’t perfectly satisfied. Because I was. I so was. But...
Jessie. Snap out of it. I had to focus. At least long enough to get through classes.
With some effort, I managed to do just that. I only thought of my sexy biker Daddy a few times during the day. Only enough to make my panties damp before forcing my thoughts back onto my studies and finally the day was over and it was time to go to work.
When I got back to my apartment to change into my uniform, there was a package in front of the door. I grabbed it and put it on my bed before I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse.
I dressed quickly in a fresh uniform and tied my hair up in a twist, completely forgetting about the package until I was just about ready to leave.
There was no way I could go to work for the night and not know what was in it. The fact that I’d been able to ignore it so long as it was, was some kind of miracle. I grabbed it and quickly ripped open the brown paper and lifted the lid of the box.
Inside, was a note on top of tissue paper.
Replacements. Wear them to work.
A shiver ran through me and I tore the paper aside to reveal my gift. Wrapped in a single piece of tissue was the silkiest pair of panties I’d ever seen. If you could even call them that. There wasn’t much to them besides some soft strings holding a triangle piece of black silk in the center. I rubbed my fingers along the fabric before I put the panties aside to pick up the matching bra. It was my size, but unlike any bra I’d ever worn.
I was already pretty busty and it’s not that I didn’t like my boobs. I did. But I usually downplayed them a little bit and I certainly never wore a padded bra because...why? But the silky bra I was holding in my hand wasn’t only far nicer and clearly more expensive than anything I’d ever worn before, it had way more padding.
I held the garments in my hand and contemplated putting them back in the box. I mean, it’s not like I could wear them under my uniform. They were black. And the thin fabric of my dress showed everything, which was why I usually stuck to white cotton.
I glanced quickly at the clock over the fridge.
Dammit. I was running out of time.
“Okay,” I said out loud.
I quickly shed my uniform and stripped out of my cotton underwear and bra. The second I shimmied into the little panties, I was turned on.
Holy shit. How had I never worn silk against my pussy before? The fabric slid over my skin and sent sizzling sensations right to my clit.
I put the bra on next, pulling my heavy breasts up and into place before turning to admire the result in the mirror.
Oh my God!
My breasts looked huge. Like, seriously huge. Something about the padding of the bra had pushed them way up. And the bra was cut really low in front, right across the swell of each tit, creating the most amazing cleavage effect. The bra was almost so low that I thought my nipples might pop out at any moment.
But damn, it was sexy.
I turned and admired the way the strings of the panties contrasted with the pale skin of my ass cheeks. I ran my hands over my tits, down my hips and over my ass.
I couldn’t be sure whether it was the memory of the night before and the dirty things I’d done, the lingerie, or the fact that my biker Daddy had given them to me and told me to wear them, presumably with the promise of more dirty things to come, but whatever it was, I felt like a sex goddess in that moment.
A sex goddess who was going to be very late for work if I didn’t hurry. I scrambled back into my uniform, struggling to do up the buttons over my chest. With my new massively increased cleavage, the fabric was stretched to the limits over my breasts. The buttons strained as though they might pop open at any moment. But there were no alternatives. And I was right: the black of the bra was easily seen through the thin pink fabric.
Oh well. Hopefully it would be a slow night without a lot of customers. Besides, usually my customers were all half asleep anyway.
I grabbed my school bag and headed out to catch the bus and get my ass to work.
8
Shane
Meetings with lawyers and account managers kept me busy all day as we worked out the details of the merger. Despite the fact I’d only had a few hours of sleep, I was laser focused all day and able to make decisions quickly. By five, I’d managed to take care of everything on my to-do list and even my assistant was impressed.
“Wow, Mr. Grant.” Brittany popped a hip and leaned against the doorjamb. “You were like a machine today. Not nearly as distracted as you’ve been lately.”
Brittany knew me well. She also knew that no matter how sexy she was, or how hard she batted her eyelashes in my direction, I wasn’t going to touch her. I knew better than to stick my dick into business affairs. No mixing business with pleasure. It was a hard rule that had served me well. But it didn’t stop her from pushing her sex appeal on me every chance she got.
Not that I minded. She was easy to look at, that was for sure. But more importantly, she was a damn fine assistant. And that’s really all I cared about.
“I took a ride last night,” I told Brittany. She knew my stress relief methods, just like she knew everything else.
“Did you now?” Her grin told me she was on to me. “It must have been quite a ride.”
I raised my eyebrows, but wasn’t about to engage in discussion about it.
“You should go for another ride tonight, Mr. Grant, because you have a very important day tomorrow. Starting with a six a.m. meeting with the bank.”
Shit. It really was the deal that wouldn’t end.
Brittany spent the next few minutes going over my schedule for the next day before I told her to close up and go home for the day.
“I was serious about that ride, Mr. Grant,” she said before leaving my office. “You seem like a different person today.”
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I plan on going for a ride later, but first I have a few things to take care of here.”
She gave me a knowing smile, which I ignored, before she left me alone. I definitely planned to go for a ride later, and if things worked out, I’d be in an even better mood tomorrow.
I’d managed to push thoughts of my sweet little girl out of my head for most of the day. If I hadn’t, there would have been no work accomplished at all. Fortunately for me, I was very good at compartmentalizing. I did allow myself to indulge in thoughts of Jessie for a few minutes at lunch when I popped into the lingerie store, where I picked out a bra and panties set much more deserving to be on her sexy body than that shitty cotton garbage she’d been wearing the night before.
The ladies at the store knew me, and were very discreet about the purchases I made for the women I was seeing. They packaged up my purchases and promised to deliver. I knew they would deliver on their promise and I went about the rest of my day with the anticipation of seeing Jessie straddling my bike seat, wearing nothing but the lingerie I’d just bought for her.
I forced myself to wait until at least eleven before going to the diner. I knew if I went any earlier, my little girl would be distracted by my presence and I wanted her to be able to concentrate on her studies and her work. It was important. Instead, I went for a long ride on my bike, burning up the pavement until finally I walked into the diner at exactly one minute after eleven.
The bells over the door jingled and she turned immediately from the table she was serving to look right at me. Just as if she’d been waiting for me.
I paused and took my time letting my eyes roam over her body, appreciating every bit of her. I could make out the string of the black panties on her hip, but to my disappointment, her apron hid the triangle of silk that would be covering her pussy. I moved my gaze up to her luscious tits and my cock instantly swelled to life.
Fuck.
The bra did exactly what I’d wanted. The black silk was clearly visible through the pale-pink fabric. Her tits were pushed high, her dress barely containing them. She was sexy as hell, and totally fuckable. Which was exactly what I planned to do later.
But the best part of the lingerie was what it was clearly doing for Jessie. She watched me watching her, oblivious of her customers who were watching her—well, her tits—carefully. Her breath came in short pants, as if me watching her, appraising her, was enough to make her come.
Maybe it was.
Not yet.
Purposefully, I turned away and went to the same booth I’d been in the night before to wait.
It didn’t take long before Jessie stood next to me, those perfect fucking tits in my face. They were so close, it took a lot of restraint to simply not reach up, pop the buttons of her dress and examine my purchase properly.
“What can I get you?”
I looked up and tilted my head. “No hello?”
She looked immediately and properly chastised. “Hello.” She remedied it so quickly, it made my dick throb. She was so eager to please me. Smart girl. If she pleased me, I pleased her. And she’d definitely been pleased the night before.
“Good evening, babydoll.” I reached out and ran my hand over the curve of her ass before giving it a little squeeze. I knew no one else in the diner could see what I was doing because of the angle. I’d chosen my seat very purposefully. But she gasped and a little coffee splashed from the pot she was holding. But she didn’t move away. “How’s work tonight? Busy?”
“Busier than I expected.” Her face flushed as she spoke. “I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t be busy tonight.”
“Why’s that?” I moved my hand down her backside to the hem of her skirt. “Lots of studying?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just that...well...my...”
“It’s okay,” I encouraged as I slipped my fingers under her skirt and traced them up the back of her thigh to her bare ass cheeks. “You can say anything to me.”
9
Jessie
He was touching me.
Right there in the middle of the diner.
Holy shit, it was so hot.
I didn’t think anyone could see me, but knowing that they might turned me on.
“Why were you hoping it wouldn’t be busy today, Jessie?”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to tell him that I was worried about the way I looked in his gift. “It’s nothing.”
He pinched my ass cheek, hard and fast.
“OW!” I jumped and almost dropped the pot of coffee, but Daddy’s hand was gripping my ass cheek, holding me in place, and I was aware that there were other customers in the diner. Some of them shot a glance my way, but I smiled and waved them away.
“Tell Daddy what the problem is. Why didn’t you want it to be busy?” he asked again.
So this time I answered. “I didn’t want anyone to see me in my uniform tonight.”
He didn’t speak right away, but he didn’t move his hand. Finally, he asked, “Why is that?”
I swallowed. “Because you can see my bra and my breasts are...”
“Magnificent.”
“Thank you.” I looked down into his dark eyes that were fixed squarely on me, and shook my head, ashamed.
“Jessie, your tits are magnificent. Your entire body is. It deserves to be shown off. You look amazing. By the way, how does the lingerie feel?”
“So good.” I smiled because wearing the silk on my bare skin had felt incredible. Every time I took a step, the scrap of fabric between my legs rubbed against my clit and I’d been on the edge of arousal all night. And despite the fact that if I took too deep of a breath my dress would burst open, I did love the feel of the bra against my still deliciously sore nipples. “I feel...sexy.”
Pleased by my answers, his hand, still on my bare ass, started to move in a soft, soothing circle over the sting of where he’d pinched. “Good,” he said. “You should feel like a fucking sex goddess because
that’s what you are.” He slapped my skin and then his hand was gone. “Now, pour me a cup of that coffee and get to work.”
“Of course.” I recovered from his touch and started to pour his drink.
“Don’t forget rule number two.”
My eyes shot up to meet his. He couldn’t be serious. At work? He wanted me to call him Daddy at work? “You want me to...”
“I told you I’d give you a ride if you could follow the rules,” he said seriously. “Don’t you want to go for another ride?”
Fuck. Did I ever. More than anything. Last night had been amazing, but it hadn’t been enough. I wanted his cock inside me. Filling me...driving—
“Jessie?”
I snapped out of my daydream just in time for the coffee I was still pouring to spill all over the table.
“Oh shit.” I moved quickly to grab a rag. Too quickly. My dress popped open; the button flew off and hit the tile floor somewhere beneath a nearby table. I grabbed the rag and started mopping up my spill.
“That’s better.” Daddy looked directly down the front of my dress, which was open enough to see all my cleavage in all of its pushed-up glory. “Daddy likes.” He licked his lips, which reminded me just what his mouth had done to my boobs the night before, and instantly, my panties were wet with the memory.
Somehow I finished cleaning up the mess, now aware that the tiny piece of silk between my legs was soaked through.
I moved to turn away and pull myself together in the bathroom when his arm shot out.
His hand wrapped around my wrist, holding me fast. “You didn’t answer my question, babydoll.” His voice was low, thick with desire. “Did you want to go for another ride?”
I swallowed hard, because he already knew the answer. “Yes, Daddy,” I said without looking at him. “More than anything.”
“Good girl.”
