“Please, Mr. Parker, please,” she begged, breathing ragged, hips trembling a bit, wet flesh quivering.
But I was an alpha and wasn’t giving an inch.
“Don’t move,” I warned roughly, my voice a low growl. “Don’t fucking move,” I hissed.
And the brunette’s eyes snapped open then, breathy gasp crescendoing into a high-pitched whine of pleasure, of desire.
“Mr. Pa-Parker,” she stuttered slightly. “Oh god, oh god!”
Because I was pinching her clit now, rubbing that small pleasure center between the rough pads of my fingers, giving it a good massage. And her hips jerked involuntarily, pussy gushing heavily, a hot gust of female cream spilling into my palm.
“Nuh-uh,” I warned again, my voice a deep growl. “No moving, baby, don’t fucking move,” I rasped.
And her eyes squeezed tight again in concentration, breasts heaving with each labored inhale as the brunette struggled not to budge.
“Ohhhh!” was all she could manage as my fingers slipped within her folds. “Ohhhh!”
And shit, but it was time to double down because I’m a dirty bastard and fucking women is my thing, making them cream and gush, giving them the time of their lives. So pulling my hand away, I got on my back and scooted myself between her thighs, pushing my head until it was right under her cunt, those steamy folds just inches from my mouth.
“Fuck baby,” I growled into her folds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Because it was true. I’ve seen more than my fair share of cunt and on a scale of one to ten, Mandy was twelve. She was perfectly symmetrical, with none of those gross flapping parts that some chicks have. And her smell, it was the heady scent of a female in heat, tangy, musky, none of that garbage shit that emanates from a woman who doesn’t clean down there. Yeah, like I said, I’ve seen it all, I’ve been with a lot of tramps.
But Mandy was none of that, she was fucking perfect. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, swollen with nary a hair, and oh fuck, but pulled apart I could see straight up that deep pink channel, the walls glistening and pulsing. Fuck, I could see all the way up her insides, female steam blowing onto my face, musky and spicy, totally appetizing.
And I didn’t hesitate. I flattened my tongue and ran it up one labia slowly, and then the other, savoring her vaginal taste.
“Ohhh!” she screamed above me, hips jerking involuntarily. “OH!”
I stopped for a moment.
“Little girl,” I warned. “No moving.”
And although I couldn’t see, I felt her nodding, breasts bobbing.
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered. And I grinned then. Like I said, I’m a sick motherfucker and hearing her say “Daddy” was such a fucking turn-on, and I hadn’t even had to teach her. So as a reward, I licked that sweet pussy again.
“Mmm,” I grunted into her folds, running my tongue over her outer labia, savoring their plush feel. “Hold still because I’m gonna taste something.”
There was no sound except heavy breathing mixed with muted gasps and sighs. So reaching up, I pulled those beautiful lips apart again, and took a deep breath. Because she had something I wanted to taste, something only a virgin could give, and with absolutely zero hesitation, I plunged my tongue up her hole, pushing that muscle deep inside, and fuck, fuck, but I felt it. It was there, what I’d come to find, and oh fuck, it was real. Her hymen. I’d just licked Mandy’s hymen, that quivering, sensitive piece of tissue was mine to taste, to break, to own.
And as she squealed above me, pussy vibrating hard, I pushed my tongue into her again, this time flicking it lightly against the sensitive tissue, tracing circles on it, lapping at it over and over. Warm juices gushed, the most aromatic nectar I’d ever tasted, dripping down my throat like the sweetest honey. And I smiled once more into her folds.
“Feel that baby?” I murmured, going in for another lick. “Feel that virginity? That belongs to me,” I ground out.
Mandy squealed again, her curvy form jiggling with lust, haunches breaking out into a light sheen of sweat as she struggled not to move from the kneeling position, hands locked behind her back still.
“Please Daddy,” she whimpered again. “Please, please, please.”
And I took pity finally.
“Go for it baby,” I husked against her folds, opening my mouth for her nectar. “Come on my face. Come now.”
And with that, the girl let go. She threw her head back and screamed full-on, breasts bouncing up and down as her body was wracked with spasms, each one ripping through her cunt before spreading to her fingers and toes, making her quiver all over. She jerked like a marionette on strings, jolting forward to prop herself on her hands as her pussy ground into my face, mashing up against my nose and lips.
“Oh oh oh!” she cried, each syllable punctuated by a jerk of her pussy, another wet squirt of female cream. “Oh fuuuuuck!”
And I was ready, mouth open, tongue questing as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of sweet ambrosia. Oh fuck, feeling a woman come on my face is one of the best things in life, one of the top ten delights and with a woman as sweet, as sensuous as Mandy, it was even better, like a fucking truck running full-on into a train, both powerful machines colliding, exploding into a ball of flame.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed above me, that dirty little mouth still going. Shit, I loved it nasty and groaned my approval into her cunt, still drinking cream.
“That’s right, talk dirty to me baby girl, talk dirty,” I rasped. “Let it all out, all your inhibitions.”
And she squirted again, hard, pussy clenching on my face before collapsing on me, her face pressed against my abs as I tongued her cunt a little more, lapping at the quivering flesh, sweet cream still flowing like a river.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, panting, eyes closed, heaving flanks gleaming with a sheen of sweat. “Mmmm, Pete.”
And I chuckled deep in my chest. Fuck we were practically in a sixty-nine, all she had to do was stretch forward a couple inches with that pouty mouth and my dick would be right there. But the brunette came to her senses a bit, inhaling deep, my tongue still lightly lapping that wet pussy as she descended from heaven.
“Ohhh, that feels good,” she murmured throatily, clit quivering as she moved her hips a little, involuntarily circling them.
And I chuckled again.
“You think?” I ground out, still licking. “There’s more where it came from,” I assured.
But she lifted herself onto her elbows then, looking down at me, eyes still stunned, body still running with the aftershocks of desire.
“But Pete,” she murmured throatily, “You didn’t …”
“I didn’t come?” I finished helpfully.
And she nodded, blushing, those pink cheeks flaring with color. I growled low in my chest. Fuck, the brunette was so beautiful, so arousing, and yet shy. Really? The girl had just come on my face, let me taste her hymen, and I was even at this moment lapping at her cunt lazily. Still shy, really?
But Mandy nodded, ducking her head and it was so adorable.
“I want you to come too,” she murmured throatily, “I want you to come, you know … the regular way.”
And I grinned. Because I knew what she was saying. Mandy wanted dick in twat, wanted me to fuck her deep, balls to the wall, and you know what? I was only too happy to oblige.
So licking that pussy once more, giving it a deep, sensuous caress with my tongue, I blew hard on her clit as she squirmed and wiggled, moaning slightly.
“You got it, baby girl,” I rumbled, looking deep into her eyes, seizing that caramel gaze. “Your wish is my command.”
And with that, I pulled out from under her and held that curvy form close to me, inhaling her breath in a deep kiss, a liplock that spoke volumes because this was more than a fuck, it was more than a quick flyby. I owned Mandy … and whether or not the girl knew it yet, my dick in her body was just the first step.
CHAPTER NINE
Mandy
It
was absolutely amazing. Everything that happened between Mr. Parker and I was absolutely, unbelievably amazing. Because I’ve read the dirty books, I read and re-read Fifty Shades of Grey, but oh god, living it in real life was no comparison.
Because he was so commanding, so alpha, so dominant, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, where to touch, where to caress, playing my body like a violin until I was singing with desire, literally humming, my strings stretched so tight, ready to break.
And they broke only when he said so. Oh yeah, when he said “now,” I jumped, curvy form shattering with orgasm, vision going black and then white, pussy so hungry, mashed against his face as I came, I thought I might suffocate him, he’d die from lack of oxygen.
But no, Pete rode my orgasm like a pro surfer on an amazing wave, skillful, adept, never stopping his tongue, caressing me as each shiver wracked my body, making me scream and shout.
“Oh Mr. Parker!” I gasped. “Oh god!”
And he rumbled approvingly from beneath my folds.
“Keep going baby girl, ride it, ride it,” he commanded, and I did. My boobs heaved and jumped as orgasm tore through me, every single cell alive with sensation, pussy clamping so hard I could hear snapping sounds, wet sucking noises as it heaved desperately.
But that was the problem. Now that my orgasm was done, body flushed and sated, my cunt shivered again reflexively, reminding me that it was still empty. Because I wanted this. I wanted to come down from a high with a dick buried deep in my body, feeling that fullness, feeling that deep stretch, and right now, I only had an empty hole.
“I want it, Mr. Parker,” I murmured, meeting his eyes again. “I want it in me.”
And his blue gaze flared with heat.
“You’ll get it,” he promised. “Upsy-daisy baby girl.”
And obediently, I crawled off him, getting onto my hands and knees.
He looked at me eyebrow arched.
“You want it that way?” he drawled. “Doggy style your first time?”
And I flushed.
“No, um no,” I stuttered, “I just heard that it’s easiest this way the first time, that you’d just push in, hard, and it’d be done with.”
The big man’s eyes gleamed as he chucked me under the chin.
“I dunno who’s been feeding you these lies, but that’s not how I do it,” he said suavely, rumbling deep in his throat, still in total control although his cock pulsed hotly, waving in the air. Oh god, I could feel heat emanating from that rod, my skin sizzled even looking at it, cunt gushing, I wanted it so badly in me.
So I went for it, pulled out all the stops.
“Please Daddy,” I wiggled my ass at him, white cheeks jiggling, spreading my knees slightly so that he could see my swollen slit. “Put it in, Daddy?”
And the big man growled, eyes glued to my cunt.
“No honey, like I said, that’s not how I’m doing it the first time, although your pussy is beautiful,” he acknowledged, slowly stroking a finger up and down my folds. My head dropped, limp like a flower too heavy for its stalk, eyes closing at the sensations flowing from my pussy. Oh god, it felt so good, his hand was so good and I needed it so bad I literally pushed my hips back, trying to catch him in me.
But he chuckled, pulling away.
“No baby,” he scolded again. “My way.”
And with that, Pete leaned forward, helping me up so that I was on my knees, back pressed to his chest.
“Now baby,” he commanded, his cock probing my wet hole, sweeping against those slick folds. “Sit down on Daddy’s fuckpole like the good little girl you are.”
And my eyes flew open then. Impale myself on him? No, it was impossible, I needed him to take me swift and sure, to bust through that hymen with a firm thrust. So I shook my head and whimpered, “No Daddy, I can’t, I can’t.”
But Pete held me firm, stroking my curves, his chest still hard against my back.
“Little girls don’t say no to their daddies,” he admonished, “and this little girl is gonna be punished if she doesn’t do as Daddy orders,” he warned.
The thought of punishment made my entire body go hot, the heat emanating from my puss in waves. Punishment? Oh god, with Mr. Parker? Yes, I wanted it.
But this wasn’t the time to test the limits, so with a mewl, a whine and a shudder, I lifted my hips slightly until his cock was at my entrance once more, swollen folds still throbbing. I pushed down a little, kissing his dicktip with my vag, lips spreading an inch to let him in.
“That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly in my ear, the vibrations of his chest against my back. “Keep going, pretty baby.”
And I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my hips down again.
“OH!” I squealed. “Oh oh!”
Because the feel of my pussy stretching, taking dick for the first time was so unexpected, so rude, so titillating and yet so fucking good, that I knew I had to be doing this right. He filled me until I was full, made me spread and shift in a way that was unexpected, that only a man could do to a woman.
“Thatta girl,” he murmured into my ear again. “Two inches in, still eight to go.”
And my eyes flew open then. Holy smokes, only two inches so far? It felt like I had an entire dong in me, I was so filled, so full, how could it only be two inches?
And the big man chuckled knowingly.
“That’s right honey,” he murmured. “But you can do it, I know you can, you’re a big girl.”
And I wanted to please him so badly, wanted that fuckrod in me so bad that I squeezed my eyes shut again and took a deep breath, determined to go all the way. Because with the next shove of my hips, it was done. I drove myself down on that fuckpole hard, balls to my asshole, and oh god, oh god, but there was a bursting sensation, a lance of pain as I sank down, pussy spread unbelievably wide, unbelievably fucked on this god of a man.
“Oh!” was all I could manage. “Oh!”
But Mr. Parker was on it. He growled approvingly against my throat, letting out soothing rumbles, a male comforting his female.
“You did amazing,” he rasped reassuringly. “You did everything exactly right and now Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, a reward for my baby.”
And he was as good as his word. Without moving an inch, one hand went up to my breast, toying with a nipple, squeezing and massaging the succulent flesh as another hand dipped between my thighs, parting my labia and finding my nub within.
“Daddy’s gonna play with your clit,” he rasped into my ear again. “Daddy’s gonna play with his baby and then fuck you so hard, so fast honey, you’ll never forget.”
And I wanted to answer, desperately wanted to say something except I couldn’t because my breath caught in my throat as his expert hands manipulated my body. My pussy was on fire, the ache between my legs making me moan and writhe, my cunt embedded on his dick, and I wanted it so bad, I wanted to be fucked so bad that I started fucking myself on his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured into my ear as those magic fingers did their work. “Fuck yourself on me, do it you nasty whore.”
And the words should have made me so angry but instead they turned me on, body lighting with fire. Because yeah, I was his whore, I was his cunt slut and fuck, but I needed to be fucked, bad. So I humped myself up and down his dick, just a bit at first, squeezing hard, rocking as my pussy loosened and adjusted. By now, Pete’s hand was doing a deep rub on my clit and it was exactly what was needed to take the sting away, to make me fuck him that much harder.
“Please Mr. Parker,” I moaned. “Please, please.”
And he grinned again, I could hear it in his voice.
“That’s right,” he rumbled into my ear. “Fuck yourself on my cock, show me what a little slut you are, do it until you come baby, do it, do it.”
And maybe it was because it was my first time, maybe it was his words, his fingers, his fuckpole, I’m not sure, but I came like a barreling train then, shrieking at the top of my lungs, my cunt clamping
down hard on his dick again and again as I lost it.
“Oh Mr. Parker!” I cried out, lost in the throes of ecstasy, breasts bobbling as my body was wracked with spasms. “Oh fuck oh fuck!”
And as I rode the crest of sensations, as the tidal wave came crashing over my body, astonishingly the big man came too, my pussy milking him with its clenching spasms, drinking his cum as he spurted lash after lash of hot white up my insides.
“Oh fuck baby,” he grunted in my ear, his penis hammering my pussy as the pole exploded, “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
And it only made me come harder, feeling that hot white splash against my cervix, feeling a man’s virile juices fill me for the first time.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes!”
It was a never ending loop because we were locked in a circuit, each of my cries, each of his grunts, driving the other to higher heights until we both positively shattered.
“Ummmmph!” he roared, fucking deep into me, cock spurting like a geyser. “Fuuuuck!”
And with that I collapsed in his arms, keeling over a bit, pussy still embedded on his dick. Oh god, oh god, what had just happened? I shook with tremors, head spinning, every sense enhanced as the big man pulled my hips even closer, burying that pole as deep as it would go.
And finally we began to drift to earth after the amazing ecstasy, to breathe instead of shatter, to savor the closeness, the incredible intimacy of what had just happened. I giggled, wiggling my hips a little.
“You feel good in me,” I murmured, turning slightly to kiss him, our lips locked in a deep embrace. “You still feel hard.”
And the big man pulled back for a moment, gazing into my eyes, those blue eyes gleaming.
“If you’re not careful little girl, I will be hard in a sec and you’re gonna have to take it again.”
I only giggled.
“I can do it, Daddy,” I purred. “I’m sure I can.”
And the gleam deepened in his eyes.
“You sure about that?” he rumbled, grinding his dick into my wet folds. I gasped, eyes going wide because it felt amazing, yeah, but I was sore, there were parts of me that had never been touched that were now stretched around him, filled to the brim, and Mr. Parker knew.
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