by Amy Brent
Chapter 13
Roger
Last time, when I had taken Danielle to the bedroom, I had been gentle and kind. After all, I think the way someone loses their virginity really shapes their sexual lives for years to come. I wanted it to be positive.
But now that she wasn’t a virgin, I figured she was an old pro, and I wanted to fuck that way.
“Tonight,” I said, as I tossed her onto my bed, “I’m going to show you a…different form of love-making. Got it?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes bright and eager.
“Good. Now put these on.”
From a dresser drawer I pulled out a new gift for her: a pair of stockings and a garter, complete with high heels. Her eyes widened at the sight of them, but she did not protest. I shed my clothes, then continued to speak, while watching her strip and then slip on the stockings.
“Now, with this sort of lovemaking, it is important that we always make sure that we’re both okay with what is going on. Because I’m going to do things to you, Danielle. Things that might make you afraid, that might even hurt you. But I will say this: if you’re down with them, I can rock your fucking world.”
She swallowed, but her cheeks were flushed, and I could tell that she was into it.
“Like what?” She asked, her voice husky.
I smiled. “You’ll see. But first, we need a safe word. Something you can say if you want to stop. A listen: it is absolutely okay for you or me to use the safe word if we want. So, what will it be?”
She thought a moment, then declared, “Room service! That would stop us right in our tracks.”
I nodded in agreement. “I’m sure it’s stopped quite a few of my customers. Anyway. It’s set. Now, let’s begin.”
Danielle gazed up at me, waiting. She had her stockings and high heels all set up, and looked like a proper little slut. I decided I would start simple, then ease her into it. I wanted to open her up to the wide world of fucking, not terrorize her.
I reached down, running a finger over her temple in a loving stroke. She smiled, pleased by the touch, and leaned closer to me.
That’s when my hand seized around her hair and yanked her forward.
“Oh!” She gasped, surprised. I drew her body up against mine, feeling her naked tits pressing against my chest. From the back of her head I drove her mouth towards mine, kissing her aggressively.
She moaned. I could feel her body both stiffening and relaxing as she grappled with this new form of pleasure. My free hand reached up and plucked at one of her nipples, hard enough to make her jump.
Already, I felt my emerging hard-on go from medium to enormous, and I pulled us closer, pushing my cock hard against her stomach.
“You’re mine, Danielle,” I growled, resting her head back and kissing her exposed throat. “You’re mine. And girl, am I going to enjoy myself with you.”
I released her head, grabbing her by either shoulder and flinging her backwards onto the bed. She blinked, seemingly in a daze, but she still did not say the safe word.
And judging by the glimmer of wetness forming between her legs, she was enjoying herself. Speaking of those legs.
“Nice thighs,” I murmured, reaching out to slap the lovely pink skin until she opened even wider. I relished the way her skin rippled with the impact of my hand, and the way Danielle laid back and took it. That meant she was tough. That, when the time came, she’d be able to take my relentless fucking.
But, I decided, we should secure things. Just in case.
So I seized her by the wrists and bound her to the bed. As I walked around, fetching my silken ties to bind her and then tightening them, I took every chance I had to run my hands over her body, the same way a thief would run his hands through gold. I caught a nipple between my fingers. I pressed right at the top of her pussy, making her squirm.
Once she was bound, she looked nervous, so I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Remember, Danielle. If you want to stop, just say the word, and I’ll untie you in an instant. Nothing you don’t want to do.”
Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw a carnal willpower there flickering to life like a new flame. It was timid now, sure, but I sensed it could turn into a whole conflagration. “Fuck me, you bastard,” she growled, and then bucked against the ties.
The sight of her straining and writhing, her tits bouncing and the muscles of her abdomen flexing, pleased me. She was strong, yes. I liked that. But right now, I owned her.
And there really is only one could way to really send that message across.
I mounted her. Not her hips, as if I was going for penetration. No, I mounted way higher up, straddling her chest, pressing her tits together with my thighs as I shifted my weight on top of her.
She stopped struggling. What choice did she have? She was entirely in my power.
I took my dick, massive even in my own hands, and guided it into her mouth.
Having your dick sucked is pretty dominating by itself. It suggests that your pleasure is the most important thing, and that the girl is there to please you. That is her purpose. Her point. A little cumslut.
But when you’re on top of her, her wrists bound, and you’re jamming a foot worth of dick down her throat – now that is total domination. She had no choice but to take me in, and close her eyes as my manhood pressed in all around her.
She was a little panicky at first, the movements with her tongue erratic and unsure. But then, she seemed to get into her stride, and was soon moving her whole head, taking me deep in her throat and stopping every now and again to catch her breath.
It’s hard for a girl to breathe when her whole face is covered with dick and balls.
I made a game of it. As she sucked, I plucked at her nipples in rhythm, noting that as I played with them her efforts increased. She liked having her tits played with while she sucked and sucked.
At last, I wrenched my cock free from her throat. There was a sound like a wine bottle being uncorked, and she blinked up at me, dazed and dewy.
“I think you’ve earned a fucking,” I said, and then slapped her thighs aside.
Obediently, she opened as wide as she could, exposing that pretty pink pussy to me in all its glory. I considered it for a moment, enjoying that she was simply going to have to wait for me to do what I wanted. Should I fuck her missionary?
Nah, I thought. It’s time to show her some options.
So I reached down, my hands like vises, and fastened my grip around her hips. With a single heave, I tossed her upward and over, spinning her so that she was now on her stomach. She winced. I knew the new position had tightened her bindings, but she did not complain. And still no safety word.
It was time to pound that pussy to smithereens.
I grabbed both cheeks, digging into them with my fingertips like one would ripe fruit, and positioned her perfectly for entry. Then, I took my cock and slapped it right down on her back.
Smack!
She shivered. Its imprint left a fine pink mark, glistening in the lamplight.
I spread her cheeks wide, exposing the little slit of her pussy. And then I rammed myself inside, her. Hard.
“Ah!” She yelled, her body rocking with the impact. I continued to pound her, my hands groping around her body to yank on her breasts.
“Roger! Ah! Roger! Gentle!” She gasped.
“Shut up and take it, you slut,” I said, and slapped her ass. A red handprint appeared, rippling with the impact of each of my thrusts.
As I continued to maul her breasts with my hands, it occurred to me that they were probably getting sore. Not that I was too worried, but I wanted to show her that there was more I could do to pleasure her than just that. I released my grip on her tits, then reached down between her legs.
I was not going for her clit. At this angle, it would have been difficult anyway. No, I was reaching for wetness, sliding my fingers over her soaking pussy, even cupping at my balls.
She moaned. I could tell she was enjoying it. And also tha
t she had no idea what was coming next.
I held my finger up, pausing in my thrusts to examine how nice and wet it was. I ran it down the length of her back, loving the way she shivered as it left a fine streak of wetness behind. I worked downward, sliding it between her butt cheeks, feeling how red hot and sensitive that flesh was.
Then, with my cock still inside her, I slipped my fingers into her ass.
“Oh! What? What?” She shrieked, and her whole body trembled.
“Just go with it,” I said. “Trust me.”
And I resumed my rhythm. But this time, with every thrust of my dick, I pressed her with my fingertips.
“Ah! Ah!” She kept screaming, like a woman on a rollercoaster. Wetness flooded from her pussy, coating my hand and soaking my balls. I thrust harder. “Ah! Ah! Roger, I’m coming!”
I felt it, like a shockwave radiating up her whole body. Everything clenched and then released, and my cock throbbed in equal pleasure. It was as if her orgasm was now feeding into mine. Feeling each other’s pleasure.
How rare a thing, and how wonderful!
I exploded. Just in time, I pulled out of her, and shot my steaming load all over that amazing ass. She collapsed, letting me douse her as if I had a fire hose. I’m sure her pussy felt like it was on fire.
At last, I was spent. I wiped the final few drops from the tip of my dick on her pussy, and then I went to wash my hands and fetch us a towel. She was still lying in the same position when I returned.
“Too rough?” I said, tossing the towel over her butt and untying her so she could clean herself off. After several failed attempts to get up, she finally rose and tidied herself, looking at me with dumbstruck eyes.
“No,” she said. “Not at all. Can we do more of that? And even…some new things?”
I laughed, and then sat down beside her. “Of course, of course. In due time, I will teach you.”
Chapter 14
Danielle
Some days later, (after adding several interesting new positions to my repertoire) I was sitting at Roger’s kitchen table with Maggie, working on homework together. As usual, Maggie was tearing it apart, and there was little for me to do except to sit and watch the clock, waiting for Roger to get home. This was about the time he usually arrived, anyway.
That’s when I noticed a small manila envelope poking out of Maggie’s backpack. I’d enough experience in raising my brothers to know that a hidden manila envelope in one’s school supplies was usually bad news.
“Maggie. What is this?” I asked, pointing towards it.
For a fleeting second, she made as if to dash it out of view, but she was a mature young girl, and after a deep breath she reached for it and offered it to me herself.
“It’s this quarter’s report card,” she sighed. From the tear at the top, I could tell that she had already seen it – and judging by her tone, it wasn’t good news.
I scowled at her, and took out the piece of paper inside.
What I saw astounded me.
“Maggie!” I said. “All Cs and Ds? What’s going on? All the work you’ve been doing with me has been great!”
She slouched in her chair, but still met my gaze. “Yes, well, that’s the average for the whole quarter. You’ve only just arrived.”
“That still doesn’t make sense.”
“Yes it does. It’s mathematically sound. Look at averages. When you add up all the parts, if many of them are low, then – ”
“That’s not what I meant, young lady, and you know it!”
We stared at each other, shocked. It was the first time I had ever shouted at her, and, by the looks on both our faces, neither of us had enjoyed it. Still, I had needed to cut her off. I wanted her to be straight with me. Not full of crap.
“Maggie,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about. All of your school work, and all of the time we’ve spent together. I can tell you’re really smart. Hell, you’re probably smarter than me and your father! So why are your grades like this?”
She frowned, and looked into her lap. Suddenly, I was struck by how very young she was. It was easy to think of and talk to her like she was just a miniature adult. But the look of sadness and uncertainty in her eyes reminded me that she was just a child – and one who had endured a terrible loss, at that.
Somewhere in the house, I heard a muffled thump. We ignored it. It was probably the heater or something, and this moment required all of my concentration.
After I moment, I said, “When I was young, sometimes I struggled with grades, too. It was so frustrating! Not only having to take care of myself, but all my brothers! It was like I never had time for anything, let alone stupid homework. But then…as I got better at dealing with my family, and with life, it occurred to me how much I enjoyed handling all the craziness. I was good at it, and I got to see other people prosper because of my hard work. I think that’s why I want to go into hospitality so badly: I like taking care of people, and a challenge to boot. Have you ever felt like that? That maybe all of your struggles are too much, but, with time, you could learn to surpass them?”
“It’s not that,” she whispered, and I was startled to see a tear fall from her nose down to her clasped hands.
“What is it then?”
“Well…after Mom died, both me and my dad were really sad, for a really long time. It was hard to focus, and to care about school.”
“So you stopped trying?”
“Not exactly…I kept doing well, for a while. But my dad was still really upset. He was like a zombie, really. That’s when I noticed…when I wasn’t doing well, he seemed to wake up. He had an issue to deal with. Something to distract him from how much he misses my mom. You know? So, I let my grades slip…and then, he hired you.”
I let this wash over me in silence. I was amazed at both how insightful and yet how naive Maggie was. At last, I said, “You are a very brave, selfless girl, Maggie. But there are better ways to cheer your father up.”
She brightened immediately. “Yeah, like you! Now that you’re here, he’s been so much happier, and I can finally focus on my grades again!”
She smiled, and reached towards me for a hug, which I gladly reciprocated. A second later, a scraping of the kitchen door made us jump, and we parted, blushing contentedly, as Roger appeared.
“Hello, Roger!”
“Hello, Dad!”
He stared down at us, and for some reason, his eyes narrowed.
“Good evening,” he said, sounding like a priest at a funeral.
I frowned. “How was work?” I asked.
“Fine.”
Maggie and I exchanged glances. We normally couldn’t get him to stop talking about his job!
“We’re working hard, Daddy,” said Maggie, waving her assignment in the air. “We’re doing really well!”
“Great,” he grunted. For some reason, he looked like he’d swallowed something sour.
I rose and went over to him. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” I asked. “You seem a little tense – ”
“I’m fine, alright! Fine! I said it before. Why do I have to say it again! I’m…freaking…fine!”
I recoiled, taken aback and worried. Was he mad at me? I saw anger in his eyes, yes, and sadness, though I could not for the life of my figure out where it was coming from.
“Right,” I said. “Maybe it’s best that I head home then. Maggie, you okay with the last of that page?”
“Sure,” she said, gazing at me and Roger with her eyebrows raised.
“Okay. Goodbye, then. Roger…have a good night.”
I left. I didn’t know what else to do. Roger had never talked to me like that before, and the last thing I wanted was to get in a raging fight in front of Maggie. Especially after what she’d confided.
I felt Roger’s anguished gaze follow me all the way out.
Chapter 15
Roger
The sound of Danielle closing the door as she left was like a drop of poison in my stomach. I wanted to g
o after her, tell her it was all okay, but after the way I’d just snapped at her, I figured it’d be best to wait. I needed to control my own crazy emotions before I could go and deal with her.
At a loss, I went around the kitchen knocking things around, just doing something for the sake of doing something. I straightened the sugar bowl. I wiped the toaster. I made coffee, even though it was far too late for it. And the whole time, Maggie followed me with her eyes, waiting and wondering.
After the coffee finished and I poured it down the sink, I figured there was no way to delay the inevitable anymore. It was time to talk to my daughter.
I turned to her, leaned my palms against the counter, took a deep breath, and said, “I heard what you and Danielle were talking about.”
Maggie gasped. A look of instant regret formed in her eyes, and I loved her all the more for it.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she murmured. “I should have told you. Is that why you’re angry?”
“No,” I said, and sat down beside her. “Well, not exactly. I’m upset you would jeopardize your grades just to try to make me happy. I’ve been incredibly selfish, and I’m sorry.”
