Buy Me

by Cassandra Dee

  “So honey,” I drawled, eyes hot on that sweet body. “Did they tell you what else to expect at the Club?”

  Abigail didn’t answer then, eyes going wide, fixed on my massive shaft. And I don’t blame her. My cock at its best is ten inches long and wide all around, girls choke on this shit, saliva running down their chins as they try to take the monster deep into their throats. But Abby looked like a winner. The girl was young and elastic, I was sure that throat could stretch, I was sure those plush lips would circle my dick with no trouble at all.

  “Um,” she stuttered, brown eyes wide, unable to look away. “Um.”

  I leaned back, one huge fist gripping my cock at the base, slowly stroking up and down the thickness.

  “Cat got your tongue?” I drawled. “What did you think was going to happen at the club?”

  And the girl’s eyes flicked to me then, scared and nervous but also a desperately aroused.

  “They didn’t say anything,” she whispered. “It was my friend Jennelle.”

  I didn’t look away from her for an instant, our eye contact electric.

  “Well what did Jennelle tell you then?” I growled once more, leaning back like it was perfectly normal to stroke yourself in front of a girl you’d just met two minutes before, to pull out your willy and give yourself a good rubdown. “What did this Jennelle tell you?”

  Abigail swallowed thickly again, eyes flickering to my cock, inhaling hard before meeting my eyes once again.

  “She said- she said that we were going to talk to guys,” the brunette stammered. “That we were gonna talk to guys and get in for free as a result.”

  I growled low in my throat.

  “Just talk?” I rasped. “Or was there more?”

  A flush descended on Abigail’s face then.

  “She didn’t say there was more, but I guess I should have figured,” she murmured in a low voice. “I mean, the cover here is three hundred, no one gets past a cover that expensive with just some talk.”

  And I grunted, hand still moving rhythmically up and down. Because clearly this female was out of her element. She had no idea that three hundred was nothing, if you’re a beautiful girl willing to have a good time, shit, we’d waive a three thousand cover. So I merely fisted my shaft again, the movement slow, steady, rhythmic, Abby’s eyes trailing me like she couldn’t look away.

  “Well if you’re here to earn your keep then, why don’t you start by taking off that dress,” I rumbled. “Get comfortable, show me some.”

  The girl flushed again.

  “No, I couldn’t,” she gasped. “I mean, I can’t, it’s not right, I don’t know you.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her.

  “So? Who the fuck cares? You’re here to work, girlie, you got in free and it’s time to work.”

  Abigail looked like she was about to cry for an instant, like she wanted to find the nearest exit and scram, this was a wild nightmare with no escape route. But the rhythmic pumping of my fist got to her. I could see her eyes fixating, those huge tits rising up and down as she inhaled, body loosening. Oh yeah, my rod does that to women, then want it, even the ones who’ve never had dick before want it bad.

  And Abby was no different. Those brown eyes flickered to me once, and then twice as she began undoing the zip of her dress, reaching behind that curvy body, the material slowly loosening, slipping down her shoulders, white and creamy.

  “That’s it,” I ground out, eyes hot on that female flesh. “Do it.”

  And slowly, the dress dropped away until she was revealed to the waist. I grunted.

  “Shit baby, don’t you wear a bra? What the hell?”

  Abby flushed.

  “It’s not that I don’t wear bras, I do,” she whispered, brown eyes hot on mine. “It’s just that I didn’t have a bra for this dress,” she admitted, “the sleeves are a little weird so you need one of those special ones so the straps don’t show.”

  I grunted impatiently. Sure, I’m interested in women’s lingerie, but at this moment, all I could see were those tits, massive and enormous, mountains of snowy flesh capped with pink nubs. And shit, there was more and it was probably just as good. So without losing a beat, I nodded at the female, directing her to continue.

  “Take it all off,” I grunted. “Show Daddy everything.”

  The girl hesitated again, still bare to the waist. But then slowly, she got up, balancing unsteadily in her high heels before shimmying her hips, squeezing the velvet fabric over that huge ass and down her legs.

  That’s when my hand stopped. All this time, I’d been stroking myself, up and down, up and down, steady and sure, squeezing and milking, drawing the girl into a trance. But when that dress slid off her hips, all movement ceased and I merely stared at her, chest tight, dick stiffening once more.

  Because not only had the girl not worn a bra, but she hadn’t worn panties either. And now that pink slit peeked out from between her legs, luscious, puffy, and slightly moist, wet and hungry.

  “Fuck baby girl,” I ground out, eyes like magnets on that sweet vee. “Where’s your underwear? You always go around like this?”

  Abigail flushed as she stepped out of the dress, shaking the fabric free, before sitting back down, knees together, hands covering her tits, like that was gonna make a difference.

  “No!” she protested, whispering once more. “It’s not that, it’s just …”

  I merely looked at her, eyebrow raised. Just what? What could have possibly prevented her from wearing panties?

  And she blushed again.

  “I dunno,” she admitted, bowing her head a little before glancing at me once again. “I guess I felt brave today, putting on the dress and all. I wasn’t wearing a bra anyways, so I figured I’d go bare down below too.”

  And shit, that was such the perfect answer. Because I like my girls wild, but even more, I like them slutty and hungry. Females who go for it, who throw caution to the wind are right up my alley, their pussies wet and assholes begging for it. Oh yeah, I’m an anal guy and there was no way this girl was getting away. No fuckin’ way. I had to see everything and nothing was gonna stop me.

  “Spread your legs,” I growled, eyes hot, fist moving up and down my shaft again. “Let me see that tasty pussy.”

  The girl flushed again, this time the blush spreading down over her chest, highlighting those luscious tits.

  “But Daddy,” she whispered. “Won’t someone see? I mean, we have these bushes and all,” she said, indicating the rows of vegetation surrounding us. “But still, there are handlers all around, other people.”

  I grunted.

  “Trust me, no one’s coming,” I said smoothly, trying to keep myself reined in, like I wasn’t about to explode like a fucking geyser. “Trust me, no one’s gonna come unless I call.”

  And that made her start for a moment. Because I’d emphasized how I was the boss here, the alpha male at the controls, and she was merely a butterfly for the ride, her wills and wants nothing in the face of my dominant personality. I could see the conflict in her eyes, how much Abigail wanted to argue, to put up some protest. But my girl’s a smart one. Her cards were weak compared to mine, and she played them like a champ.

  “Okay,” she murmured, acquiescing. “Okay then.”

  And with that, her hands dropped from her breasts, revealing that white magnificence again. Shit, this woman was the opposite of the disgusting bitch that had come before, Barbie or whatever her name was. Because Abigail was a hundred percent natural, one hundred percent real woman. As a guy who’s pounded dozens of pussies, I can size up a female body in two seconds flat. And nothing about Abigail was fake, those luscious tits were all hers, natural, heavenly mounds rising up and down temptingly as she breathed.

  “Fuck,” was all I managed in a strangled grunt. “Fuck.”

  And my reaction helped Abby loosen, helped her feel more confident. Because even the most innocent nymph instinctively knows when she has a man in her palm, and shit, but I was a fl
y in a web. I was supposed to be the fucking spider for crying out loud, the king cobra ready to devour its prey, but now I was the one dying for a taste of her, a touch, a look at that sweet snatch.

  “Part ‘em,” I ground out, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please honey.”

  And Abby giggled slightly then, shooting me a coy look.

  “Daddy like?” she teased, stroking her breasts, cupping the succulent flesh before tweaking the nipples, twisting and corkscrewing until they came off with a pop.

  I groaned again. Where the fuck had she learned that? That was a porn star move, not something eighteen year-olds had up their sleeve. But Abby surprised me again. Because never breaking eye contact, she reached down and lifted a huge gazonga to her mouth, tonguing the pink crest, licking along her nipple as her other hand rubbed and stroked her other tit, lightly giving herself simultaneous mouth and hand jobs.

  “Mmm, tastes good,” she moaned, still gazing at me coyly. “Oh god, tastes good.”

  I grunted.

  “Give Daddy a sample,” I growled, eyes on fire. “Come here, girlie.”

  And slowly, Abby unfolded herself from the couch, those curves undulating. Shit, she was so beautiful, that huge, rounded ass, the giant tits, and that dripping wet snatch. At this moment, I could see that her cunt had run so much that there were rivulets of cream streaming down her thighs, her pussy craving dick so bad.

  But the girl did as told and teetered towards me, hips swaying and beckoning. I groaned, tilting my head back.

  “Feed it to me baby, feed me,” I rasped.

  She paused for a moment, quivering and unsure.

  “Daddy?” she asked in a small voice. “What do you mean?”

  I groaned, the anticipation fucking painful. But that’s what you get when you’re with a virgin. The girl might look succulent and ripe, but fuck, inside is still innocence, pure teenage innocence that can’t be erased in ten minutes.

  So I stroked my staff again, big body hard.

  “Come stand by Daddy’s head,” I commanded throatily. “Part your legs, put one up here on the couch back, and spread that sweet snatch. Daddy wants a taste.”

  Abby colored, trembling.

  “Really Daddy?” she whispered, body going loose yet still disbelieving. “Do men really do that to women?”

  And I growled, my hand job going faster and faster. I needed her so bad and yet we were having a fucking conversation about how to lick twat. What the fuck? What the fuck, this was so painful, but I merely let out another choked groan.

  “That’s right honey,” I rasped, blue eyes blazing now, searing her tits, her ass, every part of her that I could see. “Big girls get their pussies licked, men absolutely do that to tasty women. Now come here baby, let me lick that wet snatch.”

  And the girl melted then, my dirty words doing their magic. It was fucking awesome, some females shy back, they get offended when you talk like a trucker, down in the gutter and dirty as fuck. But not the true sluts, because the real whores want it. And Abby was clearly horny as shit because hesitation gone, she came to stand by my head, those sweet curves full and so fucking tempting. But she didn’t give me her secret space, the hot vee between her thighs. Instead, the girl leaned over slowly so that a huge breast dropped into my mouth, pink nip hitting my lips before sliding in, giving me a giant mouthful. And fuck, fuck, fuck but it was good. The brunette was so fucking tasty, the hard bud like a sweet gumdrop, and I swirled my tongue over the morsel, laving her up.

  “Unnnh!” she moaned throatily, throwing her head back, pressing more breastflesh into my mouth. “Unnh!”

  I grunted, hand still going up and down my shaft like a metronome. But I’m a man of action, and I want my girl to feel good, more than good, fucking amazing, and this boob job was just the beginning. So I pulled off her nip with a satisfying pop, and leaned back in the club chair once more, blue eyes blazing.

  “That was fuckin’ amazing honey,” I praised, voice raspy. “But I want to lick that cunt now.”

  The brunette blushed, but clearly her barriers were dissolving like ice, our sex play was getting to her, revving her up. Because the female wiggled a bit, panting, and then reached a hand between her thighs, slowly caressing her labia.

  “You mean this Daddy?” she whispered, meeting my eyes. “Like this?”

  And slowly, those little fingers pulled that pussy apart, revealing the gleaming flesh within. Oh shit, oh shit, it was so beautiful, the hot pink steamy and glistening, wet with her juice. Oh shit, and that clit. It was fuckin’ huge, at least two inches, stiff and waving at me, begging to be sucked.

  But I needed to see more. Abigail was squatting slightly right now, tilting her hips forward while pulling herself apart to show me the good stuff, to give me a glimpse of that inner channel, her wet pink bits. But the angle was inherently awkward and I needed more than a sneak peek. I needed to see that cunt fully, up close and personal, to feel the sweet steam on my face.

  So I growled again.

  “Come closer, baby girl,” I commanded. “Put one leg up here,” I said, patting the couch back firmly, “and show me that slit. I won’t ask again.”

  The brunette gasped.

  “But Daddy,” she whispered. “You’ll be so close to it.”

  I grinned lasciviously at her.

  “My point exactly,” I rumbled. “My point exactly. Now do it.”

  And taking another shaky breath, excitement lit up her eyes. Because oh yeah, with her leg propped up on the back of the couch, that snatch as gonna be inches from my face. And fuck, but I was gonna get a good look at her insides, licking that pulsing flesh.

  So slowly, Abigail raised one slim leg, wobbling unsteadily in her high heels.

  “Careful girlie,” I warned. “As much as I’d love a pussy flop, I don’t want you to end up injured.”

  She tittered slightly, breathless.

  “A pussy flop?” she giggled, even as she reached to steady herself on the furniture. “What’s that?”

  I groaned again.

  “You know what a belly flop is? It’s the same, but your pussy flops down hard on Daddy’s mouth, getting some hard oral.”

  The girl colored again, boobs heaving, legs spread now, that pinkness so wet, so wild, I was about to jizz right there. But the girl wasn’t done yet because she picked up on my nasty words right away.

  “Like this Daddy?” she cooed, snatch steaming onto my face. “Is this what you want? I don’t mind a pussy flop if you’re into it.”

  And fuck yeah, this was exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to see right up that hole, to taste her inner delights, getting a sample of the good stuff. And now it was here, that delicious twat was mere inches from my face, Kingdom Come had arrived.

  “Part it baby,” I rasped. “Part it good.”

  And with trembling fingers, Abby obeyed. She was still wobbly in her heels, but steadying herself once more, the girl reached both hands between her legs and softly stroked between her thighs before taking hold of the sweet flesh and pulling herself apart, showing me everything.

  I almost passed out then, it was so fucking beautiful. The moist cunt steam blasted hotly on my face, drowning me, the scent of hungry pussy so heavy and aromatic, making my head spin. And oh fuck, but the sight of that slit opening, the puffy flesh pulling apart, revealing hot pink inner flesh and a tiny, alluring hole practically knocked me out. Her vag winked and pulsed, beckoning, begging for dick and I spurted a bit then, a splash of pre-cum jetting out despite my best efforts.

  “Aw fuck, little girl,” I growled. “Aw fuck, I have to taste.”

  And craning my head forward a bit, I did it. I licked up that pussy, all the way from asshole to clit, savoring that sweet flesh on my tongue, lapping her insides. Holy shit she was tasty, a gush of cream hit my throat as I savored her, the flesh wet and succulent.

  “Aw fuck,” I ground out again, hand moving up and down my dick rapidly now, pumping the fuck shaft. “Aw fuck.”

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bsp; Abigail almost lost it too. As I licked that juicy snatch, she leaned her head back, eyes closed, boobs bobbling in the air and let out a long, guttural moan, creaming heavily.

  “Unnnh!” she moaned again, body writhing. “Oh god, feels good!”

  I needed it, I fuckin’ needed it. So with zero hesitation, I began working that hungry cunt with my mouth, licking up and down her wet walls, running my tongue along that pulsing, pink flesh. And shit, but I went to town on that clit, that bud was virgin no more. I bit it playfully, nipping with my teeth and making her scream before running my tongue in circles around the hardness, massaging, laving, the girl squealing and squirming as I gave her the good once-over.

  “Unnh Daddy!” she cried out, stroking her breasts as I tongued her snatch. “Unnnh!”

  But I wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. Because what I love most is a good tongue-fucking. I love pushing my mouth so deep up a woman’s pussy that I’m practically drilling her, feeling those tight wet walls pulse around my face, her juices running down my chin. And Abigail was gonna get it. Shit, her twat was twice as nice, steamy and succulent, the aroma like perfume, I wanted it so bad. So making a spear with my tongue, I pushed it deep into that hole, expecting nothing but a smooth wet slide, a deep, thorough fuck into the recesses of her body.

  But holy shit. Holy fuck. I stopped, coming to a complete halt. Because oh shit, oh shit, there was something there. I never expect the girls to be untouched, these are modern days and females lose their virginity at fourteen now, letting some grubby teenage boy do the honors. But my mouth had just pushed up against something rubbery and unmistakable, the proof of her innocence.

  Because I’d just tasted her hymen. That’s right, I’d just licked Abby’s hymen, deep within her vag, and it was all there, intact and innocent. Experimentally, I flicked my tongue against the softness again, and oh yeah, but it was whole and slick, rubbery and real. Holy shit, I had a diamond in my hands, a priceless treasure.

  But it didn’t seem like Abby realized.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned above me, pussy dripping, the sweet nectar gushing down my throat. “Oh yeah, Daddy, yeah.”