Daddy Dilemma: A DILF Mania Collaboration

by GM Scherbert

  Sitting down on my bed, we arrange ourselves to be facing each other and as Logan’s hands slide down my arms, our fingers tangle together before our eyes meet. “So, you’re a virgin?”

  Nodding my head is the only answer I’m able to give as my cheeks flame. I wish I could be more open, being able to talk about this stuff just isn’t anything that I have ever had to do before. Well, I mean I have read about dirty talking in the books I read, but actually do it, not so much.

  “No need to be embarrassed, Daniella. If we can’t be open and honest about this, then it won’t work. Sex and everything that comes with it is something that should be cherished and longed for. Is sex something you were saving for marriage, momma? You know lots of folks do that, and there is nothing wrong with it. Different strokes for different folks.”

  “No, Logan that’s not why I am still a virgin. I mean, the few men that I have gone on dates with have wanted to you know… do it, but I just never felt anything for them and I didn’t want it to mean so little, you know? I didn’t wanna lose it to just some random guy, I wanted the man who took my virginity to be someone I could see myself spending time with.” Seeing the understanding in his eyes has a warm feeling spreading through me. He doesn’t think less of me or think that I am a foolish little girl. I see that he respects me and the words that are coming out of my mouth.

  “Yes, well, their loss is my reward I think.” The twinkle in his eyes is gorgeous and I want to keep staring into his eyes and the light that shines through them. “I haven't been with anyone in months and I know I'm clean I was checked out, but I can head back to the doctor and get the paperwork for you before this goes any further.”

  “No, Logan, I trust you.”

  “Ok, well I know how I feel about whatever this is between us, and I need you to know that you are something that I am going to do my damndest to deserve. If you want to wait a while, or don’t want to fuck at all, I won’t lie to you and tell you that it wouldn’t suck, but I’m a big boy and can wait as long as you need to. I won’t rush you to do something that you don’t want to do.” Pulling a hand free, his fingers are light as they trace over my lips, “Although, these fucking lips of yours are gonna be bruised from my kisses until that time. Especially if I can’t have my hands on every inch of this luscious body, my lips on those perky nipples of yours, my mouth on that fucking slick pussy of yours, my cock buried deep shortly after that, or that fucking gorgeous ass of yours up in the air taking whatever I wanna give it, my hand, my tongue, my cock. I can’t wait to explore this thing between us.”

  “No!” Comes out quickly from my lips as he speaks, as his eyes raise to mine the question in them is present, sad almost.

  Pulling away from me the hurt in his eyes destroys me. “You don’t want to see what this thing is between us, Daniella? You don’t want these hands on you, this mouth licking up every inch of your skin, my cock buried deep inside whichever hole I want, whenever I want?”

  Reaching towards him, he stops his retreat as my hands cradle his chin. “No, it’s not that Logan, I ummmm. I want those things that you talked about to happen between us and soon. I want them all and,” my eyes cast down and my voice is barely a whisper, “and more.”

  The twinkle is back in his eyes as my words hit him and he moves quickly to get as close as possible to me. His breath is warm on my face, his lips only inches from mine. “Say it momma, tell me what it is that you want, and I will do my fucking best to give it to you. Say the words out loud, all the dirty thoughts that you have had when you’ve read those fucking books about men that are not real, those men that have nothing on me. Tell me the thoughts that you have had while you have touched yourself at night, when you have made yourself come under the cover of darkness.” Kissing me deeply, my socks would have been knocked off with it, had I been wearing any. “Tell me just what you want and it’s yours. I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

  The blush that creeps to my cheeks must be amusing, because his chuckle comes from down deep. “Logan, stop. I can’t talk like that, I can barely listen to you talking like that without giggling, or having to rush off and take care of myself.”

  “Oh momma, those words get me so fucking hard,” his hand reaching down to adjust the bulge fighting against his zipper. “Thinking of you taking care of yourself while thinking about me, about the things I will do to you that just does something to a man. But yes, you can, and if you want my hands on you, my mouth on you, and my cock buried deep inside you, you will!”

  My eyes meeting his, I drop my gaze before speaking, “Logan please do those things to me.”

  “Hmm, not quiet momma. You want something from me, you need to look me in the eye and you need to speak like you’re sure about the words, because I won’t do anything to you that I’m not one hundred percent sure you are behind. And momma I wanna do some fucking filthy things to this body of yours.”

  Raising my eyes slowly his words gives me a strange confidence that I have never felt before. “Logan, please. I want you to touch me.”

  “Oh? Okay momma, I can do that.” And he does in a way that only serves to make my shorts wetter. His fingers lazily roam over my body. Reaching my breasts, but not my nipples that are straining against my shirt waiting for his fingers. When his fingers start moving south and my breath catches waiting for him to reach my most sensitive area. His fingers never go underneath my clothing and are constantly on the move but never reach the spot I truly want them. As I gaze into his face, I notice the smile and know that his moves, his fingers missing the places that I need him most are most definitely on purpose.

  “Logan,” I whine as his smile consumes his face.

  “What momma? You told me you wanted me to touch you, and that is exactly what I am doing. If you want something different, something more, you’re gonna have to use that pretty mouth of yours to ask for it. To tell me exactly what you want me to do to this tight fucking body.”

  Something must snap with his words because suddenly my desire for him shoves the shy little girl I have been to the side. If he is gonna play this game with me, make me beg him and tell him all the things I really want him to do to me, I sure as shoot am going to give it a try seeing the desire and need in his eyes. “Logan, I want you to touch my body, every inch of it, my pussy, my nipples, and everything else. I want you to use your mouth, your tongue, even your teeth to mark every inch of me, to make me come. Brand me as yours with that cock that is fighting your zipper for freedom, Please Logan.”

  Chapter 10

  Officer Miller

  As soon as my name falls from her lips I'm on her, burying my hands in her hair as I pull her face to me. Tearing through my resistance, those words she spoke, the need in her voice, the little intake of breath have me ready to drive fucking nails. Consuming each other with a passion I have never felt before.

  Making my way down her neck I do my best to cover every inch of her body, just as she asked. Slipping her shirt off over her head I am greeted with her luscious titties. Nipples the color of her lips, which I quickly draw into my mouth, one at a time. Her moans of pleasure driving me on, causing more blood to rush to my already pained cock.

  Popping her nipple out of my mouth, I continue my slow descent, lazily roaming over her tiny belly. A belly I find myself longing to fill with my baby. That thought does nothing to stop me though, even if it should, it really just forces me on.

  As I reach the tiny shorts, I slip my fingers into the waistband and slowly side them back and forth, causing a giggle to fall from her lips. As I glance up at her, those fucking eyes stare straight into my soul, I know I'm not alone in these feelings. She's right here with me, even if she has never been with a man before, she wants this as much as I do.

  Slowly pulling her shorts down her legs, I don't take my eyes from her as I do. Wanting to make damned sure that she has no doubts about this, about us. The only thing I see when her shorts are finally free from her body and my mouth resumes its lazy path to h
er pussy is heat.

  Pushing her legs wide, I dive in like a starved man. Kissing and licking everywhere except where I really want to be, where she wants me to be. As her breathing picks up and small moans spill from her, I wait, hoping she will beg for what she truly wants. The wait isn't long before a harsh breath is drawn, those gorgeous green eyes I have been dreaming about meet my own before my girl comes through in a most defined statement.

  “Logan Miller, I know what you’re doing gosh darn it.” The smile pulling at my lips doesn't deter my play and the slow kisses to her thighs, hips, and pelvis continue. Our eyes never falter and only when she closes hers briefly drawing in a long breath do I wonder if she has it in her, but only for the briefest of moments. Until my momma speaks again and the words that come are music to my fucking ears. “Get that dirty mouth of yours, those fucking hands, and that tongue on my pussy damn it!”

  “Your wish is my command momma!” With those words my mouth finds heaven and the heat between us flies through the roof. The sexy as fuck moans intensify before I feel her fingers tugging at my hair. Never allowing my lips to move from her pussy, my eyes are drawn up to her face and the sight that greets me is fucking beautiful. The way her eyes are heavy and hooded drives me on, forcing me to continue on this path we have started.

  My fingers steadily move across her flesh wanting nothing more than to drive inside of her. As they reach the apex of her thighs I can't help but run them through the red curls they find there. Neatly trimmed my girl’s carpet matches the drapes and I for one couldn't be happier. As my mouth continues to lick and suck on her pussy, my fingers trace a slow path through her heat. Moving gingerly through her most sensitive spots, until reaching that little gem she has hidden for me and me alone.

  Pushing back her hood, my gaze is only momentarily drawn from those eyes to appreciate the treasure she has. Moving my thumb towards it, I start a slow assault against it, against her. When her hips start moving, I slam my other arm down onto them to halt her movements. That's when my tongue pops out longing to replace my thumb. Swiping it across my lips her smell has me drowning and she is my only safety.

  Swooping down I start licking her up, eating at the buffet of her, drawing sounds and whimpers from her that only serve to drive me on. After her second orgasm on my mouth her pleas for me have finally driven me past the point of breaking. Moving my way up her body I kiss, lick, and nip at her flesh until my lips cover hers. When I draw back the look in her eyes has me fucking lost.

  Undoing the buttons of my shirt, I have the thing thrown to the side in a moment, as my hands grab for the hem of the undershirt drawing it over my head it joins my shirt in quick succession. The small intake of breath draws my eyes to hers, and I see her inspecting every inch of my flesh. Her eyes dart from one side to another and stop at the trail of hair leading to my cock, as her eyes stay on that area, I see her tongue slowly drag along her bottom lip causing a groan to spill from my lips.

  “Daniella, those fucking lips and that god damn tongue would cause a saint to sin.” Reaching for my cock, I grab myself up over my pants stroking once then twice before going on. “Tell me now if you don't want this, cause once I am buried inside of you I don't know if I'll be able to stop.”

  “Logan, I want you. I need you to fuck me, please?”

  That's all the encouragement I need before my hand is on my button, then sliding my zipper down. My knees press against her thighs pushing them wide as I gaze down at her pussy. I slap my cock against it drawing a soft moan from Daniella's lips.

  “Momma, this might hurt for a moment, but I'll go slow and make sure it's good for you too!”

  Reaching up her hand traces lightly down my cheek, “I know you will, Logan.”

  And with that I'm pushing in slowly. She's so tight I feel like a fucking teenager about to bust a nut. Jesus she feels so good wrapped around me, as I slowly push myself deeper inside of her I stop, bumping against her barrier gently. Looking into her eyes the small smile and nod she graces me with gives me all the encouragement that I need. Moving back I slam through her barrier in one swift move and the connection I feel is instantaneous.

  Holding myself still, I wait for the cry to come, and it never does. Looking deeper into Daniella’s eyes all I see is pleasure and that look only intensifies as I begin to move inside of her. Slowly at first, until her legs wrap around me and her feet start pressing into my ass, urging me on. Only then do my movements start to pick up and with them my girls moans of pleasure. Sounds that I hope will grace my ears many fucking times in the near and distant future.

  Staring at the joining of our bodies, I can’t help the groan that leaves me watching my cock, now blood streaked, slipping in and out of her body. I can’t help but demand that she watches its beauty as well. Reaching towards her, I tug gently on her arm pulling her up so she finds herself resting on her elbows. “Daniella sit up and watch me fuck you. Watch my cock sinking inside of your fucking slick cunt taking everything I want to give to you.” Looking to her eyes I see them shift down to where we are connected and the heat in them only multiplies. The tiny tremors that I had been feeling from her grow stronger the longer she watches us. After a few long moments she shudders around me, her pussy squeezing me so hard that I need to stop my movements or risk ending this much too quickly.

  As our eyes connect once again, her breathing is erratic and she crashes back down to the bed. I don’t miss a second in the rhythm I have set, until a few short moments later, when her walls are once again squeezing me tight. This time, I don’t have it in me to stop or even slow down, it feels too good, she feels so right. So this time, I come right along with her, burying myself to the hilt with one final stroke before collapsing on top of her only briefly while I gain my breath again.

  The hands I feel trying to shove me off only serve to draw a deep laugh from me, before they become a little more urgent and I finally relent and roll over. She is quickly up out of the bed, heading for an ensuite door to what I’m guessing is the bathroom. She doesn’t waste a glance at me before scurrying inside the room and slamming the door behind her. Which causes me to bolt upright, knowing that she is retreating within herself, hiding from the wondrous thing that we just shared.

  Standing up from the bed, I tug up my boxers and pants before I head directly towards the closed door. Rapping on it gently, I know that this thing must be moving too fast because I don’t know why I should be involved with someone I barely know, but I find myself doing just that. This waiting shit is for the birds, so I knock again on the door, only this time I speak low, “Daniella, you need to open this door. If something is wrong you gotta let me help, I can’t fix something that I don’t know about.”

  Slowly the door cracks open and Daniella is peaking around from the other side with a wide grin on her face. “Logan, you worry too much. I just needed to use the bathroom, and even I know that is something that people don’t usually do in front of each other, even if they have just had sex.”

  My mind relaxes at her words, with a brief nod of my head, I turn back towards the bed. Jesus, what the fuck was I thinking? Not only didn’t I take my time with her the way I had been dreaming of, I fucked her without a condom and with my pants still on.

  Hearing the ring of my phone go off, I dig into my pocket drawing my cell out. Seeing Heather’s name on the phone, I swipe quickly, “Hello?”

  “Logan, hey it’s me. I know it’s not your weekend and all but Derk and I were hoping to head out of town tonight, there’s a concert in the cities that we wanted to catch. Is there any chance that you could watch Luke?”

  Running a hand through my hair, I think about spending the night with Daniella and Luke. Something I would actually love doing, but I don’t know how she would feel about it. “Actually Heather, I sort of have a date and I’m not sure if she’d be cool hanging with my kid.”

  “Oh? A date, is it with anyone I know Logan?”

  “Heather, it’s still new, and I’m sure as shit not gonna
discuss my relationship with Daniella with you, not now at least. Let me take her out a couple times and get better acquainted with her before we go there okay? I don’t know if bringing Luke along would be a smart move at this point.”

  “Oh yeah, I get it. Wait, Daniella? That’s crazy because I’m almost positive that is Luke’s teacher’s name. I mean she goes by Ms. Danny in the classroom but I’m almost positive that is her name.”

  “Heather,” I say sternly before she keeps going, but it must not have been stern enough.

  “Oh my god, Logan, are you dating our son’s teacher?”

  “Heather,” again comes out severely before I’m able to try and put my thoughts into words. “You can’t talk about it Heather, I’m sure that the school has policies about this sort of shit, and I don’t want to get her in trouble.”

  “No, she’s sweet, Logan, I would never do anything like that. Actually the first time I met her, I kinda thought that you two would probably hit it off. Although she seems pretty straight laced for you. I know how much you like to be able to take control and -”

  “Ok, with that thought how about we get back to the topic at hand, Heather.”

  “I remember how hard it was for me the couple guys I dated after Luke was born. No worries Logan, I’ll just call my mom and see if her and my dad can do it.”

  “I can always pick him up after the date Heather, but it’ll be late.”

  “If you’re lucky it’ll be late. Thanks again Logan. I’ll let them know and then text you.” I take a deep breath and my eyes are drawn towards the bathroom door that is now opening. “Oh and Logan,”

  “Yeah?”

  “Give her hell on your date tonight!”

  “Thanks Heather, have fun at the concert.”

  Meeting her eyes across the room, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

  “Is something wrong with Luke?”