SEAL's Plaything: A Secret Baby Military Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Fuck little girl,” he said hoarsely, his mouth trailing up and down my neck. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s get you out of this,” he said, his hands already pulling at the wrap, the flimsy material gauzy and sheer.

  But I had other ideas. Standing up, I leaned down for a kiss before backing away.

  “Stone,” I said sinuously, “I want to dance for you.”

  And the big man groaned, leaning back on the lounger, his face hungry, ravenous, a huge tent as his groin. But he nodded, eyes eating me up.

  “Make it quick baby, otherwise I’m going to rip that shit off you.”

  And slowly, I began swaying on the deck of the pool. I twisted this way and that, letting an internal music play, running my hands through my hair, the brown curls a glorious fall. Slowly, I undid the string tie of my wrap and stroked the fabric off my shoulders, letting the gauzy material drop to my feet.

  “Oh fuck,” Stone groaned, his eyes fastened to my curvy form, his dick out now, already stiff and dripping at the tip. “Oh fuck little girl, make it quick I’ve gotta get in you,” he ground out, his hand moving up and down his shaft, fisting it in a tight squeeze. There was so much pre-cum that his rod was already shiny, the lube highlighting every bulging vein, the raging red helmet at the top.

  And I licked my lips lasciviously, running my little pink tongue over my lips suggestively.

  “You like?” I asked, cupping a breast through my swimsuit. “You like?” I breathed.

  Stone was like a man on fire

  “Take. It. Off,” he commanded, fist pumping even faster now.

  And without any further ado, I began undoing the zip at the front of my swimsuit. My outfit was already ungodly tight, I’d put on a couple pounds so the spandex hugged my curves like a glove, my boobs squeezed out the sides, the thigh cut-outs indecently high. And as I unzipped the front zipper, the black material peeled back, my boobs literally bursting out with relief, liberated from their confinement.

  “Ohh big boy,” I cooed, toying with a fat pink nipple. “See this?” I said, pulling at the hard tip, popping it like a cork. “She misses you.”

  And all Stone could do was let out an incoherent cry, an “aaaargh” from the back of his throat as he stroked harder, faster.

  I just smiled. This was all part of the plan. Swaying gently still, I pulled the zipper down even more until the swimsuit completely split down the front, a hint of my pussy right at the very bottom.

  “See that?” I moaned, trailing one hand down, letting my fingers dip into my secret vee. “See, I want you so bad,” I moaned again, pulling my fingers out and showing them to him, my digits covered in luscious liquid, so much that the tips were literally dripping with sex fluid. And going with the flow, I leaned forward to thrust them into his mouth.

  “Drink it, big boy,” I commanded, my eyes hot on his. “Drink up my pussy nectar.”

  And he obeyed, his tongue circling around my fingers, licking up the sides, ravenous for the taste of my cunt.

  “Oh fuuck,” he mumbled between sloppy slurps. “Oh fuck.”

  And teasingly, I pulled them away, taking a few licks at my fingers myself. Fuck, the taste was heavenly, I’d been eating well and my snatch juice was sweet and tangy, tangible evidence of my arousal. Fuck, no wonder Stone was so turned on.

  But I hadn’t gotten to the finale of my dance yet. Stripping off the rest of the black nylon, I pranced nude over to a leaf rake I’d glimpsed over by the side of the pool, shaking my ass the entire way, turning back once or twice to shoot him a coy smile, stick a finger down my crevice to tease.

  And Stone was almost red in the face now, his hand moving so fast, so furious on his pole I wasn’t sure there’d be any left for me. But I knew what I wanted and was determined to finish my show. Because the leaf rake was going to be my toy, my prop in this sexy dance. It had a five foot handle, a long pole connected to a net at one end, used to fish leaves out of a swimming pool. Picking it up, I licked the tip of the handle. Mmm, the rubber was light blue, warm from the sun, exactly what I wanted. Gripping the pole, I dragged it back to Stone and cooed at him.

  “Big boy, help me for a minute?” I asked slyly. “Take your hands of your dick for a sec and hold this for me?”

  And the big man gasped, gripping the end with the net so that the pole jutted out forwards. And slowly, I mounted it, rubbing the pole between my legs, riding it, grinding my pussy against that stainless steel.

  “Look,” I directed breathily. “See how wet the metal is now? See how it’s dripping with my juices? Feels sooo good,” I breathed.

  The big man let out another incoherent sound, a deep growl in his chest, his eyes on fire, glued to my twat. And for good measure, I reached a hand down and parted my pussy lips so that my labia split over the pole and began riding it horizontally, sliding up and down that slick, smooth metal.

  “Ummm,” I sighed, throwing my head back, “Ummm.” The contact felt so good, the pole sliding against my clit, a camel toe ride on the unsuspecting rake.

  And Stone was practically salivating now. He licked his lips hungrily and his dick was already weeping, a steady stream of semen forming a wet spot on the lounger, the sperm pooling on the water resistant fabric, shiny and so tantalizing.

  I giggled.

  “Looks tasty, big boy, I’ll be drinking that later,” I said with a wink, nodding at the secret sauce. Because I meant to, I planned on dipping my head and lapping up that extra semen, there was no point in wasting a drop. But in the meantime, there was still this rake.

  Slowly, I stopped grinding and swung a leg over so that I was standing in front of the tool, the metal handle jutting out. Licking my palm first, I rubbed the blue rubber tip, the material warm already, slick from my saliva and then smiled at my former teacher.

  “Hold it steady, will you?” I purred, and turning around I leaned over, pulling my ass cheeks apart, showing him everything, my slickly dripping cunt, my little anal hole winking and flirting.

  Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I moaned throatily, meeting his eyes in a lustful gaze.

  “Put it in, will you?” I murmured, and Stone was only too happy to oblige. Carefully, he angled the pool rake so that the tip was right at my pussy hole and with gentle pressure began to push. I moaned again, feeling the tip kiss my lips, my labia parting around the rubber grip.

  “More,” I moaned, head dropping between my shoulders, reaching down to grab my ankles. “Push it in.”

  And with that, Stone obeyed. Growling, his eyes on fire and glued to my twat, he slowly penetrated me with the equipment, careful, oh so careful not to hurt me, sliding it in, using the gentlest pressure to make sure my pussy wasn’t reamed too hard.

  But I’d been a year without a man and needed more, harder, faster. So I told him. Without lifting my head, I commanded him from between my thighs.

  “Fuck me with it, big boy. Pretend it’s you and fuck me with it.”

  And Stone obliged. He pushed the rake into me, one inch, two inches, more and more until I had at least seven embedded in my cunt, my pussy lips gripping the pole, my insides oh so fucked. And it felt amazing. I’d been celibate since my teacher left, I hadn’t let any man inside, restricting myself to my fingers and the occasional toy. So the feeling of being fucked once more, having something deep inside, the man I loved using it on me, pounding me hard with this stand-in dick, drove me to the highest ecstasy.

  “Ohhh fuck,” I whined as he pounded the rake in and out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.

  And the big man was just as turned on.

  “You asked for it,” he ground out nastily, his movements becoming jerky, his pounding more fierce. “You nasty slut, your slutty cunt wanted this rake up your hole.”

  And I just moaned in affirmation, my face flushed, my entire body on fire as shivers ran through my form. My cunt was so fucked, jiggles of electricity pulsing, my pelvic region tight and achy, my entire body riding up and down as it was pounded from the back. And a
fter a few more strokes, I lost it, my pussy giving it up, clamping, clenching and jerking on the rod inside.

  “Fuuuuck!” I screamed, throwing my head back and letting loose, not caring if anyone heard. We were probably alone at Stone’s manor, but who knows, maybe he had help that was watching, scandalized, eyes open and tongues out, from a kitchen window.

  And the thought that I might be performing for strangers cranked up the heat further. My pussy spasmed like an animal, the hot pink flesh gripping the steel rod within, pulsing and creaming all over the metal, gushes of fluid streaming out of my hole, flowing down my thighs, rivulets running all the way to my ankles.

  “Fuck!” I screamed again, tossing my hair this way and that, eyes clenched in agony, my face tight and strained as my boobs heaved and bounced below. “Fuck!” I screamed, my abs clenched, thighs tense, the thick muscles straining with ecstasy.

  But Stone wasn’t going to let the pool rake do all the work. Jealous all of a sudden, he yanked it out of my pussy and threw the offending tool to the ground. I turned to look at him swiftly, questioning, my mouth open, eyes beseeching. How could he take it out of me when I was so desperate, my pussy still shaking mid-orgasm?

  But the answer was right there. Without losing a beat, my ex-teacher lined himself up at my pussy and fucked into me doggy-style, his big dick punching all the way back, bouncing off my cervix, filling me up and fucking me deep.

  “Aiee!” I squealed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  “That’s right,” the big man grunted between forceful pumps, his hips almost ricocheting off my ass, I was so juicy and he was so strong. “That’s what you get for teasing me, you fucking slut.”

  And I just squealed more, almost lifted in the air by his big dick, like a pig on a spit, dangling, stuffed by his huge rod.

  “Aiee!” I squealed again. “Ohhhh!”

  But Stone was too aroused, had been watching me dance around nude for ten minutes now, witnessing as I took a rod up my snatch, fucking me with it. So he gave a few more violent thrusts, a few more heaves, gripping my hips tight as my boobs bounced below, barely balancing on my tippy toes as his cock pounded in and out.

  And with a roar, a masculine shout of energy and possession, Stone came deep in my cunt, spurting lash after lash of semen into my depths, coating me with his milk, that heavenly sperm so tangy, sticky and hot in my insides.

  The feeling of him, the sensation of his hot juices unloading in me, his dick jerking in my beautiful pussy made me come again. Or rather my orgasm had never stopped and the first rolled right into the second, my pussy trembling with renewed tremors, so hard, so violent, that I almost shook him loose. But Stone was aggressive, sensuous and forceful, and he held me onto him, pinning me with his dick as I quivered and jerked, panting, thrashing, my ass heaving up and down as my body was overcome with ecstasy.

  And finally, when it was over, both our bodies sated, sweaty, his dick still embedded deep within my swollen folds, I turned to look at him, eyes wide.

  And the big man just smiled knowingly, running a big hand down my back, stroking the sensuous curve, savoring my womanly proportions.

  “Baby,” he said with a growl even as his eyes danced. “I love you so much. You’re so fucking tasty, so fucking dirty … and exactly right for me.”

  And I cooed again, jiggling my ass a little, making the big man groan, the cords standing out his throat as he tried to control the sensations coursing through his dick.

  But I wasn’t having it. I wanted him to lose it, feel just what he’d been missing.

  “Stone,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes, teasing him even more. “There’s so much we can do. Toys, fruits, veggies, wine bottles, pool toys, everything around the house. And by the way,” I said as his eyes lit up, growing hungry again. “I love you too.”

  And the big man leaned down for a deep kiss, me craning my head over my shoulder to meet his lips in a soulful lock, pouring every ounce of emotion into the contact, his big hands reaching under me to stroke my breasts, caress the soft flesh during the electric admission.

  “Baby girl,” he groaned against my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  And with a naughty look in my eyes, I smiled once more at him.

  “I know,” I murmured, smiling sweetly at him. “I know.”

  And with that, my teacher began moving in me once more, the slide so sensuous, so dirty, that we were both ready to cream after just a few moments. But what made it good, what took things to a new level, was the love between us and the knowledge that we’d work it out, somehow, some way. After all, we’d started out illicitly, a teacher making love to his student in a darkened classroom, the shades drawn as people walked outside unsuspecting. And yet we’d survived. We’d graduated onto something else, an adult man and woman, secure in our affection, secure in our passion. Yes, it hadn’t been easy, it hadn’t been straightforward and the path had included a painful year of separation. But you know what? It’d given me time to grow up and I was glad. Because Stone was mine now for keeps and there was no way I’d ever let go. He’d always be my teacher, in bed and out, in life, in emotional development, in everything … and I looked forward to every second of our future together.

  EPILOGUE

  Stone

  A year later …

  “Hanson,” she panted below me, her legs spread, cunt creaming wetly as I pummeled her. “Hanson, Hanson!”

  And I growled deep in my throat.

  “Fuck you,” I rumbled, a big hand coming up to circle around that lovely swan’s neck, sinuous and elegant even with her spreadeagle beneath me. “Don’t you fucking call me that,” I threatened again.

  But a spark had alighted in Evie’s eyes and she laughed throatily even as I pounded into her, legs spread, mouth slightly open, those luscious lips pink, soft, swollen already with my kisses. Because the brunette didn’t let up, teasing me more, trailing long nails down my back, scratching me a little as she drove me to new heights.

  “Hannie,” she murmured this time, “Hannie Hannie Hannie,” she moaned before letting out a long squeal, her eyes snapping shut, face strained as she came. “Ohhhhh!”

  Because I’d just done what I’d promised. We’d been playing for the last couple hours with a cucumber, mid-size, nothing too outrageous. Normally we go for big toys, my little girl is tight and small but she likes penetration, she likes harboring monsters in that pussy. But this cucumber was different because it was going up her ass.

  And the slut deserved it. She knew I hated the name Hanson, that it was a lame family legacy, no one ever called me that, it was on my birth certificate but nothing more. I was Stone through and through, had been my whole life, but Evie knew exactly how to push my buttons … and drive me over the edge.

  So she’d teased me, calling me Hanson as we fucked, the blood flowing to my dick, my fury rising with every gasp of that fucking nickname, every panted “Hannie!”

  And I’d finally had enough. As my dick pounded into her, trashing that sweet snatch, I’d stealthily reached for the cucumber on the bedside table, already lubed with spit and pussy juice from an hour of foreplay. And with a vengeful thrust, I jammed it against her anus, that little hole popping open with the pressure, the head of the cucumber jolting in, skewering her behind on the slick green skin.

  “Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” Evie screamed, eyes flying open with surprise and shock as she was simultaneously pummeled by me and green monster. “Fuuuuuuck!”

  And between forceful thrusts, I growled.

  “Yeah, that’s right baby, that’s what you get for teasing me,” I hissed nastily against her mouth, my hips going like pistons, forcing her cunt to take me deep. “I can feel that fucking cucumber through your pussy wall, it’s stroking my dick as you squirm, you know that? Keep going, keep thrashing, it just makes it better for me.”

  And the brunette squealed again, her plump body sweaty and soft, jerking and twisting as I fucked her two ways, my hips and my hand busy a
gainst her pussy and butt.

  “Keep going,” I panted, devouring a nipple as I slammed my pole in again and again. “Keep going little butt slut.”

  And with that, the little girl gave it up. With a deep, guttural moan that crescendoed into a full-fledged scream, the girl came like a tornado, her pussy and anus clamping around the poles within, milking my hot rod, squeezing me for all I was worth.

  And with my own mighty roar, I unleashed as well. Ream after ream of virile semen shot into her, spraying her insides, forcing load after load of sperm up that hot cavern. It was so fucking good I almost stopped right there, reveling in the intense sensations of her pussy wrapped around my dick. But I wanted it both ways, and I wasn’t about to lose out to this fucking cucumber.

  So I yanked the vegetable out and with one swift move, jerked my cock out and thrust into her asshole, pushing deep into that dry, musty space. Oh fuck, she was so tight back here, it hadn’t even mattered that the cucumber had stretched her out first. Both Evie’s holes were always so small, so dirty, squeezing me, rubbing up and down my dick, the friction delicious, the slide so good that I creamed more, my cock spurting like I hadn’t come just two seconds ago, man milk inching up that back hole, lubing up her ass with my sperm.

  “Ahhhh!” the brunette screamed again, body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh Stone!”

  “That’s more like it,” I growled through rough pumps. “Call me Stone … or Daddy.”

  But the brunette was too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing, my dick embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heaved and jerked, our fluids mixing, the sperm and pussy nectar so copious, so abundant that the sheets were soaked through, we’d have another load of laundry again.

  But that’s one of the good parts of being rich. There’s people to do the cleaning for you and I wanted Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I went for it, and after it was over, I teased her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.