Filthy SEAL

by Amy Brent

  “I think that you can do a lot better than that, Angel. I’m not going to push it.” I wouldn’t if I was her. I had no doubt that Angel would make going to court one of the worst mistakes of her life.

  “I want to stay here with Angel. We’ve gotten to know each other and I consider him a friend. It’s more than I can say for you.” I was being a bit defensive, but it was only because I didn’t think that Angel deserved any of this drama.

  “I am proud of you and my love for you will never change. I may not be mother of the year or ever will be for that matter, but I still hold a dear and special spot in my heart for you. You are my only child and that motherly bond will always be there in one form or another. I have no problem with you staying with Angel. I will at least know that you’re taken care of.” She actually hugged me with more of a compassionate care behind it than I had ever felt before.

  Angel and I walked back into the house. “I don’t know how quite to tell you this, Penny. I guess the only way is to put it out there and see what happens. I may have fallen for the wrong woman, but I think that mistake led me to the right one. I will confess that I have never been able to get you out of my mind and maybe on some small level my affections towards your mother was a little lacking. I know that this is wrong and that I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m through torturing myself over something that is out of my control.” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him with an exclamation of surprise coming from me. I liked his aggressive attitude.

  I put my hands on his chest and moved my lips away from him. “I want you to take a moment. I won’t be some kind of rebound girl. If what you’re saying is that you want me in your life then you’re going to have to be more than just my friend. I haven’t been with anybody and I don’t want my first time to be some angry sex against my mother.” I’d never said anything like this before, but that didn’t stop him from holding me tightly and moving his hands down to the small of my back.

  “I wanted you from the moment that I met you. I think that we needed to take a step back and to get to know each other before committing ourselves to a lifetime of memories. I am a little taken aback by your confession about being…well…you know what you are. I’m a little nervous and seeing that you don’t have anything to compare me to, I want your first time to be something more than just a frantic display of sexual aerobics.” He made me stay downstairs and I heard him doing something upstairs, but I stayed exactly where I was.

  He came downstairs with his hand outstretched with a blindfold that he intended for me to wear. I was a little reluctant, but I finally relented and let him wrap it around my eyes, so that all my other senses were now playing catch up.

  “I want you to fully immerse yourself into this experience.” He escorted me upstairs and I could smell the scent of cinnamon in the air. It was a pleasing sensation and was only enhanced by the way that his fingers began to take off my clothes. When my nipples were free of my bra, I could feel the breeze of the air conditioning caressing those peaks. I felt his hands on my panties and I was biting my bottom lip with anticipation for what was to come.

  “I can’t believe that I’m doing this with the man of my dreams. Not only that, but the man my dreams is the guy that made me cum with my own fingers by the words that he was saying through the wall.” I felt the bristly ends of his strong mescaline jaw wedged between my thighs. His thumbs were prying me open for a more visual inspection of the bright pink interior of my snatch.

  “You look so fucking sexy standing there completely naked while I’m still clothed.” I heard the rustle of fabric and then the jingle of his belt, as it came undone. I wanted to look so desperately that I was prepared to take that decision out of his hands. I found the resolve deep down to let him dictate the pace of how my virginity was going to be taken.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.” I was only teasing and apparently he had taken that as an affront to his manhood. His fingernails gripped me tightly and my legs spread with his tongue now sliding around my clit and leaving a wet residue behind. “Well… I didn’t have any idea. I thought that I would wait for marriage. I wanted to be better than…my mother.” I lost my train of thought, as a very long and agile oral appendage sunk into the deep recesses of my vibrating hole.

  I grabbed onto the short hairs on his head and dug my fingernails into his scalp. I was pushing him tighter against the opening between my thighs. The wet slurping sound was only punctuated by a playful slap to the inside of my thighs. I was grinding against his mouth, feeling that pressure buildup and knowing that he was the one that was going to touch on that switch.

  “I wanted this for so long…so fucking long that it has been hard being under the same roof with you. I waited for the day that you would…tongue fuck me like…like…THISSSSSSSS.” I came in the rush of emotions that came over me. This was simply a detour to the pleasures that were waiting for me. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.” It became a litany of profanity with my legs trembling and making my legs buckle out from underneath me. I fell forward, breathless and lying over his shoulder, biting on his neck and feeling that fire that could not be contained.

  I had to literally push him away with a glaze of my sauce clinging to his lips. The smile told me that he was happier than he had ever been before.

  I had to sit down and the blindfold had come undone, leaving me with a ringside seat to the presence of his love muscle that was hidden behind a thin layer of cloth. I was too stunned to realize what to do. He did the honor by pulling down his shorts and then standing with no regard for his nudity.

  He moved forward and the slippery portion of the head ran over my lips, until I opened my mouth and allowed him to slide with delicate care across my tongue. I felt empowered and then he was the one that was holding onto the back of my head, as his hips fleeted back and forth like a man that had never been given the kind of blow job that I could give at a moment’s notice. This was my time to shine and I had him close to fulfilling his part of this bargain.

  I was more than happy to siphon his balls dry, but he had other ideas. He retrieved what was left of his willpower by pulling away and leaving me to thirst for the cream inside his balls.

  I lay back and he mimicked the exact words that I had foretold of this moment in time. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me towards him with my legs spread and my pussy already well lubricated from the oral exploration of my flesh.

  The head kissed the opening and then along with a combination of both of our juices, he began to insinuate himself into the driver’s seat. I thought that he would stop when he felt the thin membrane, but he continued to force his way in, until we were both looking at each other with surprise and wonder on our faces.

  “I have to look at you and know that this is not a dream that I’m going to wake up from. You are everything that I have ever wanted or have ever needed in my life, Penny. You are a tight piece of ass with the soul of a poet.” It was an interesting backhanded compliment and I took it in the spirit in which it was given. “I don’t know if I want to ruin this moment. This is perfect in every way and the only thing that is missing is the orgasm to go along with it.” I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his length and thickness.

  “I feel the same way, Angel, but I do want you to finally fuck me.” He pulled back slowly, until only the head remained and then he buried it one more time with my body arching my chest in the air and having my toes pointed towards the ceiling over his shoulders. “Oh fuck…that is exactly what I want and exactly what I need. So, fucking good and it makes me wonder why I have wasted my time on others. Your cock fits me like a glove and my wall surrounds you with the sweetest kind of treat that you’ll ever find yourself this deep inside.” The mask of pleasure on his face was now realized with several sharp jabs of his hips that had us working together in tandem to find that perfect pace.

  “I’ve always considered myself to be…unlucky in love. I don’t feel that way…anymore. Your body is so res
ponsive and that tiny little pussy is in need of the kind of attention that I can give it. Fuck… I want to make sure that this is something that you remember forever.” He had me by the ass and only my upper half was now lying on the bed. I threw my hair back and forth, whip lashing the sheets and gripping the soaking material with my fingernails and hoping that I wasn’t going to make any permanent damage.

  “I’m there…I’m fucking there and it’s so much better than I even imagined… YESSSS.” His cock had stirred up the scalding presence of my orgasm. The searing heat that penetrated the skin of his shaft was more than enough to make him join me almost at the same time. His grunt of approval was followed by several jets of his white hot cream. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we continued to show each other this kind of warmth and comfort, until finally we laid back breathlessly looking at each other and knowing that this was only the beginning.

  The next few orgasms were not exactly the same as the first, but that was a first that I was going to be able to call upon in the dead of night. Losing my cherry to Angel was better than any awkward moment that I would have with somebody of my own age.

  “I hope that you don’t have any regrets about what we did here today.” He was lying on his side looking at me with one hand drawing circles around each of my nipples.

  I was staring at the ceiling and then I really had only one thing to say to his query. “I do have one regret.” There was this pause that was followed by him waiting on bended knee at the side of the bed. “The one regret I have is that I didn’t find you sooner than this. I wasted so much time and effort trying to find the perfect man. I wasn’t even looking and you came to me like a gift from god. Of course I will marry you and I will gladly have your children.” He slipped the ring on my finger and seeing him naked on his knees made him look vulnerable. He was the sexiest man that I had ever seen in my life.

  We were lucky enough to find each other when some go all of their lives never knowing the true meaning of love. I could only imagine what my mother would say, but her opinion didn’t amount to much of anything. I was happy and the only thing that I could hope for was that I could make him as happy as I was for the rest of his life.

  A Gift for Daddy

  CHAPTER 1

  Brent Daniels loosened his tie as he walked into his office and set his briefcase down on the desk. The flights from New York was long, and he was happy to be home as he glanced at the bright Los Angela's sunshine out of the window. Sun meant one thing here, and Brent stepped towards the window to look over the expansive backyard. Brent was a very successful investor for a company he’d founded here in California, and he eyed his wealth in the four acres that were spread out in front of him. The focal point today was the bright blue pool, and he searched for Cammy in her chaise lounge with her headphones in her ears, as was usual on a nice afternoon.

  Cammy was his stepdaughter, and while they’d lost her mother, Noreen when Cammy was just eighteen in a car accident, Brent had insisted that she stay in the seven thousand square foot home. He’d been married to Noreen for five years, having met her at a conference when he was thirty-two and falling instantly in love. It didn’t help that she was a dirty woman as well and very compliant to Brent’s need for domination.

  He eyed her daughter as she stretched out on the soft cushioned chaise lounge in her tiny yellow bikini that merely covered what he wanted to see the most of so she could tan her soft olive skin. She wasn’t a small girl, but he’d used her full breasts as a fantasy for a few years now, and he narrowed his eyes as his cock grew hard in his pants. Her frame was thick but curvy, and he looked over her toned calves as he unzipped his slacks and dropped them to the floor.

  Brent fisted himself and stroked hard as he thought about the sheets that were locked in his desk securely. He’d been lucky enough to find her journal on her bed when she’d rushed off to a class at UCLA and copied every page of it before she arrived home. Brent replaced it and acted like he’d never seen it but he was all too aware of her documented fantasies, and he knew that he was about to spray the wall with his cum as he grabbed a Kleenex from the desk. Brent shot into it and moaned her name as he leaned his hand on the wall for support and closed his eyes.

  God, she looked like her mama, and he turned to toss the Kleenex into the trash. Cammy was more like Noreen than he’d ever thought with her dark erotic fantasies about him that she’d been writing down for the last two years. According to her words, she’d only had sex twice, but it wasn’t satisfying, and she admitted to wanting him but was far too shy to tell him.

  A dip in the pool sounded like a good way of refresh himself after the flight and Brent went into the bedroom to change into some board shorts that would allow him room to harden as he spent time with her so that she might not notice unless Cammy looked close. She acted sweet and innocent, but he was hoping that those pretty topaz eyes would see and act on her desires that she’d written with what looked like a shaky hand. He walked down the long stairs to the first floor and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge before going outside.

  Cammy moved as he walked over the deck and down the stairs to the pool and set the bottles down on a glass table. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” He called out as she sat up slightly and crossed her legs together with a nervous smile.

  “Did you just get in?” Her voice was sweet, and it made him hard all over again as he imagined her crying out his name as he drove into her from behind. He could see her looking around for a towel, but they were closer to him on a chair, and he nodded as she crossed her arms over her barely covered nipples. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “I got a flight first thing this morning. I wanted to be home.” Brent looked over at her as she slid big sunglasses over her face and tried to relax again. He knew that this part of their house was a big stage for a lot of her fantasies from the journal, and he felt her eyes devouring his muscular torso as she thought he didn’t notice. He walked over to the deep end and dove in perfectly as the cold water drenched his body and soaked his shorts as they tightened around his erection. Brent pictured that little suit as he swam to the surface and wiped his eyes with one hand before he looked at her. “Have you been in? It feels great.”

  “No, not yet. I was just sunning myself after Tasha left.” Cammy called back, referring to the woman that kept the house today and prepared the meals in advance for them to eat. “I helped her today.”

  “You don’t need to do that,” Brent gently reminded her as he was reminded that she missed having a mom. “You do enough going to school and studying.”

  “I enjoy it. I won’t live here forever, so cooking is a great thing to learn.” Cammy replied as he rested his chin on the marble edge of the deep end of the huge pool.

  “I don’t mind you staying here,” Brent said as he stroked himself over his suit and longed to jerk off again.

  “I know that, but you’ll want the place to yourself sooner or later,” she responded as he gripped the edge of his cock under the water. Quite the contrary, he liked her being here and adding some warmth to the place, and he knew from her journal that she didn’t want to leave herself. She enjoyed watching him walk around the house, and Brent bit his lip as he looked over at her. Her nipples were hard under the sun, and he slipped his hand under the material and gave himself a few tugs before he pushed himself easily out of the pool.

  “I brought you a beer,” Brent told her as he walked it over to her. Cammy took it and thanked him in a low voice as he let his eyes run over her body slowly. This is what she wanted based on what he’d read, and he watched as her legs parted slightly while she opened the bottle. “I’ll grill tonight. Did Tasha make those burgers for us?”

  “I made them,” Cammy told him and the idea of her sweet little hands forming the meat made heat surge through him again. “There’s some fresh spinach and some potato salad in the fridge too.”

  “Perfect,” Brent replied as he turned to drink some of his beer. All he had to do was nudge the materi
al just a little, and he’d see her full nipple, and he fought the urge to do so as he took a long sip. “Are we alone tonight or do I need to cook extra?” Sometimes she had friends over, and he was relieved to see her shake her head.

  “Lisa went to Vegas with her boyfriend and everyone else is on their vacations.” Her caramel colored hair was clipped on top of her head and fell in loose curls as she pretended to settle back in the chair while she stretched her long legs in front of her. Cammy was making no effort to cover herself now, and he smiled as he took the seat next to her with his body still dripping. The wet felt good on his heated skin and Brent stared forward as he took a deep breath. “How was the city?”

  “Productive,” he responded as he looked her over from this angle. Her chest pushed up and gave her a lovely silhouette the rest of her body sunk into the chair as the sun beat down on her. Brent played back the words in his mind that he’d read, and he reached over to stroke her thigh as she jumped under his hand. “How was your week?” He wondered if she’d gotten herself off in the house alone as he circled a finger over her skin in a slow movement and Brent watched her swallow from under his sunglasses he’d finally put on.

  “It was okay. I just relaxed…you know.” Her last word came out as a breath as he smiled and moved his fingers down her leg. “Nothing special.”

  He was aware that Cammy knew that he was dominant though he wasn’t sure how. Perhaps she’d made her way into the lower room and seen his room where he fucked the women that he wanted. There weren’t a lot but sometimes he had to scratch the itch that she wasn’t taking care of. He knew from the women in his past that his cropped dark hair and bright green eyes were appealing and that many of them didn’t hesitate when he gave them his orders. “I’ll be home for quite some time now, I suspect. The East Coast office can handle most things on their own.” He felt Cammy scoot closer to him and he, in turn, slid his hand towards her inner thigh as he heard her suck in her breath.