But there was no more time to think, or to develop regrets. Because suddenly, he was here. A dark, hulking form swung me around so that I faced away, hands clutching at the trellis.
“Hey baby girl,” that deep voice murmured in my ear. “Looking to party tonight?”
And the feel of that massive, warm body behind me, his breath hot on my neck immediately made my knees go weak. Oh god, my cunt pulsed, sizzling a bit just from his nearness and I suddenly became a woman of the night, and not some eighteen year old innocent.
“Hi big boy,” I purred throatily, arching my back sensuously with welcome. “I am looking for some fun. You got something?”
Because the minute I’d moved against him, I’d felt it. Oh yeah, that monster cock was hard as fuck again, like an iron rod ready to do damage, and my butt had grazed against it. I’d wiggled and the hard rod had been there, like a stiff, silent sentinel. Under my breath, I moaned throatily, eyes falling shut as he bit lightly at my neck.
“Mmm,” I murmured sensuously, throwing my brown curls back. But suddenly common sense took over.
“Not too hard!” I squealed. “I don’t want the people at school to see!”
Because a hickey or two was gonna get some nosy questions, and how could I explain it? I didn’t go out on a date, not exactly. I met up with this guy, whose name is Donovan (I think), and he bit me hard there and there, but I don’t know his name. It was an impossible tale to spin, so self-preservation took over and I squealed again, ducking my head.
“Donovan, just touch me where it counts, okay?” I panted, boobs heaving up and down. “Where no one sees, you know what I mean.”
The big man chuckled deep in back of me.
“Of course princess, I’m more than happy to stroke that wet twat again. But what have we here?” he murmured throatily, even as that five o’clock shadow grazed my neck, making me squirm deliciously. “What have we here?”
Because his hands were roaming all over my curves, squeezing my big Double Ds, caressing my rump and running over my poochy stomach.
“Um, I know it’s not what I usually wear,” I panted breathily, eyes still shut. Oh god, I wanted to see his face so badly, I wanted to see my gorgeous alpha, but that was against the rules. So I continued to face away, every nerve attuned to the touch of his fingertips, sweet spots juicing hotly. God, he probably thought I was such a tramp, dressed like this. But you know what? Around Donovan, I was a tramp, one hundred percent. So rolling my hips, I went for it.
“You like it Daddy?” I panted breathlessly, bumping my butt against that hardness, teasing him. “You like?”
“Mmm, baby, I like,” he growled into the back of my neck. “Daddy likes it very much.”
Because Donovan’s fingers were all over my tits now, he’d reached right into my top and popped them out, the Double Ds hanging full and luscious under the moonlight, white skin ghostly, the nips so dark.
“Oh yeah, I like my girls slutty,” the big man ground into my back. “I like ‘em slutty and hot.”
Because he was rolling his fingers all over my nipples, squeezing and pinching and I let out a choked gasp, unable to keep my arousal in check. Oh god, it felt so good, electric bolts of lightning running straight from nips to pussy and I mewled helplessly, inviting him with every small gesture, every wiggle of my hips.
“Please Daddy,” I whispered breathily. “Unnnh.”
And Donovan was just as assertive with my tiny skirt. In a second, it was bunched up around my waist, thick thighs jiggling, butt bouncing heavily against him. I mewled again, desperate to feel him, desperate to have him in me every which way.
“Unnh,” I moaned once more. “Daddy please.”
This time, Donovan didn’t hesitate. He chuckled low in my ear before trailing one big hand down from my breast, over my stomach to caress lightly at my belly button.
“Mmm, baby,” he ground out lasciviously. “I can smell you from here.”
Because it was true. What had previously been a cool night, chilly even, had turned hot. Suddenly it was sweltering, I was a female in heat, pussy aroma wafting in the air, blending with the delicate scent of the roses.
“Yes,” I panted, widening my thighs automatically. “Yes, yes.”
And with a low growl, the big man did it. Slowly, he slipped his hand down to my g-string, sliding his hand in before lightly skating against my nub. But I was so turned on, so aroused by his presence that I shuddered heavily even though it was nothing more than a butterfly touch against my sensitive spot.
“Yes, there!” I panted desperately, wiggling my hips against him. “There, there!” Embarrassingly, my cunt juiced wetly, filling that big palm with female ambrosia, drenching him in my scent once more.
A low chuckle merely sounded behind me again.
“That’s baby girl’s weakness, isn’t it?” he growled, a little unsteady. “That pretty twat likes it when Daddy touches it, huh?”
And I could only mewl in reply, boobies heaving, pussy gushing wetly. But even if I couldn’t talk, couldn’t make any words with my lips, I could show him. So bending over, I did what I’ve only seen in porn before. I hitched my skirt up high around my back and reached behind me to seize my g-string, pulling it to the side so that my whole snatch was revealed, the lips puffy and pulsing, dying for his kiss.
“Please Daddy,” I begged. “Please kiss me there.”
And Donovan’s a good man, I’ve always known that he is. Because immediately, the big alpha sank to his knees behind me, breath hot on my steaming folds.
“I don’t usually do this,” he ground out. “It’s only supposed to be a finger fuck …”
But it was too late because with a bump of my hips, I pushed my pussy right onto his tongue. That’s right, I wanted him to kiss me there, I wanted to feel a man’s lips on my secret space and Donovan was my answer. My anonymous lover was the one who could take me to heaven, the one who could lead me down this path of dirty, wicked ways with no regrets. So with a mewl and a slight wiggle, I pushed my cunt onto his tongue, that warm wetness slick on my secret space.
But I was the one who was done for because oh god, I never imagined it would feel like this. The big man grunted in back of me, grabbing my ass cheeks although he didn’t lift his head.
“Oh yeah?” he ground out. “This what you want princess?”
And he gave me the longest, most thorough lick ever then, going all the way from my clit up to my dark star. I shuddered wetly, folds pulsing as he sampled the lush wetness.
“Oooh!” I cried out, lustily, grabbing onto the trellis for dear life. “Oooh, Daddy!”
The big man chuckled nastily.
“That’s right baby girl, this is what you asked for. And Daddy’s gonna make it fucking amazing for you,” he rumbled. Because Donovan went to town on my vagina then. It was unreal, I’ve fantasized about men licking me, kissing my sweet spot until I shivered and shattered, but I never dreamed that it would be like this. Donovan nudged my thighs apart so that he could get an unobstructed angle and slid a big hand up to my pussy lips before spreading them, pulling them wide.
“Fuck yeah,” was all he said, taking in the pulsing pink folds, my insides glistening and wet. “Fuck yeah.”
Because the alpha didn’t just nip my labia a bit, nibbling on my clit. My lover is thorough and he wanted to taste my insides, he wanted to sample everything I have to give. So pulling my pussy lips apart, he breathed hotly on the wet flesh before running his tongue up the inside of one side, stopping to lap at my clit a bit, before licking down the inside of the other, giving me a good once over.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned, doubled over now, cunt quivering, juice streaming down my thighs. “Oohhh!”
But Donovan wasn’t done yet. Shifting on his knees, he angled his head so that it was just above my butt and made it into a point.
“Baby, you didn’t think I was going to do this, did you?” he rumbled before spearing into my anus, tasting that dark, musty hole. “Didn’t thin
k that Daddy would eat you here too, did you?”
And I could only squeal in reply, shocked and so titillated. Because never in my girlish fantasies had I dreamt of this. I know men lick women’s pussies, I know they put their man parts into female parts, but never did I think a man would taste my back hole. Never did I think this illicit, taboo part of me would be a place a man would want to touch, much less bury his tongue inside. So desperately, I tried to wiggle away.
“No Daddy!” I gasped. “That’s for output only, no no!”
But the big man’s hands held me in place, refusing to let go.
“Baby girl, every part of you tastes good,” he growled until my ass. “Every part, and that includes here.”
And with that, he pushed his tongue in even deeper up my backside, tasting my rump meat, the inside of my rectum.
“Ohhhh god!” I squealed, entire body shaking now. This was so wrong, so absolutely wrong, but I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop Donovan from taking my body, using it every which way, and was helpless to him, absolutely in his thrall. “Ooooh god!” I moaned again, head dropping between my shoulders as he lapped hungrily at my ass, quivering and senseless.
But Donovan’s a thorough lover and he wanted to taste that part of me that was unique, fragile and innocent. So without missing a beat, he popped his tongue out of my anus and whispered up my pussy.
“Spread baby girl, spread,” he rasped. “Give it all up for Daddy.”
And I knew what he wanted. He wanted that part of me that he’d already touched with his fingers, stroking me to a hum at the concert. He wanted that part of me that was made to be broken by a man. And without even realizing it, I obeyed.
“Yes Daddy,” I panted, boobs swaying as I bent over further, reaching down to grab my ankles, giving him my all. “Yes, it’s yours.”
And just like that, Donovan went from spearing my butt to spearing my pussy. With a swift, slick stroke, that tongue slid up my vaginal canal, sampling my insides, before flickering wetly over my hymen.
“Oh god,” I moaned, swaying unsteadily. “Oh god, oh god.”
But the alpha wasn’t just there for a swift lick. He wanted to taste me thoroughly, and pushed his face even further in, letting his tongue run again and again over that soft piece of tissue.
“Did you envision this when we said finger fuck?” he rasped harshly before diving back in. “Did you think would happen?”
And I couldn’t answer, my sounds all breathy moans and shrieks. But no, never in a million years when I signed up for an account on Discreet Encounters did I think I would end up in a park near my parent’s house, clothes in disarray, boobies swaying to and fro as a man tasted my hymen. Never in a million years did I think good girl Rachel White could be such a whore with a man doing a face-plant in my pussy.
“Oh, unh,” I moaned, teetering unsteadily on the stilettos. “Unnh!” I shrieked again.
Because I was no match for the alpha. The dirtiness of our acts was like being shot from a cannon and I flew into the air, soaring at a million miles an hour before shattering into tiny fragments. My pussy literally shuddered with his face in it, vaginal hole clamping on his tongue again and again as spasms wracked my frame, juices gushing like Niagara Falls.
“Oh unnnh!” I squealed again, body heaving uncontrollably, pussy so fucked by the alpha male.
But Donovan’s obviously given face rides before because he drank it all up. The big man swallowed my juices, letting them gush down his throat like the tastiest nectar and buried his face in even harder, enjoying the earthquake around him, the female flesh that pulsed and pounded, begging for more.
“Oh unnh!” I cried again, lost now to everything but this man. “Unnnh!”
And with that, the crest came again. The tidal wave pushed me to the very edge, a quivering mess of wet limbs and pulsing body parts. I would have collapsed had it not been for the alpha’s strong arms holding me from behind, steadying me, making sure I didn’t fall on my face in the dirt.
But Donovan’s no knight in shining armor because yeah, he was making sure I didn’t fall. But he was also positioning me for the next move, the next act of our dirty dance. Because he’d pulled out his fuckshaft, the one I’d bumped up against again and again, and this time, he wasn’t holding back. Oh no, this wasn’t an anonymous fingering, it wasn’t even an anonymous pussy lick. This was an anonymous fuck, and as I quivered with release, my body loose and wet, he slid in.
My eyes shot open as soon as I realized what was happening, the head of his penis nudging at my folds.
“What?” I gasped, legs clamping instinctively. “Daddy, no! This is just supposed to be a finger fuck!”
The big man grunted behind me, still supporting my weight with his big hands.
“Baby,” he grunted. “I have to. Daddy has to, you’re too gorgeous, too beautiful.”
And call me naïve, but it was the words that did it. Because I know I have a good personality, I’m kind and nice to all, the dependable designated driver. But no one in my life has ever called me beautiful. No one ever thinks of me as “gorgeous,” the one who gets guys, the one who’s able to wave her hand and make men jump. Instead, I’m the one with the secret crushes, dreaming about this boy or that, none of it ever becoming reality.
But here, with Donovan, I was that girl. I was the woman of his dreams, I was the beautiful, ravishing, full-figured woman who made him do things illicit and dirty, tasting both my holes, drinking the nectar between my legs. So upon hearing those words, a shiver went through my frame, body wet and loose, and without saying a word, I acceded. My thighs spread imperceptibly, pussy spreading, and Donovan grunted with approval.
“That’s it,” he rasped into the back of my neck. “That’s it baby girl, show me you want it.”
And with a mewl, I twisted my head back and caught his lips in a kiss. I didn’t mean to, I know we’re not supposed to see each other’s faces. But it felt so natural, so right, our bodies already familiar with one another, his dick already an inch up my sweet spot. So I caught his mouth to me then, and the liplock did its work.
The touch was like a firestorm of energy, a deep, electrical current running from his body to mine. It was unbelievable, soul-stirring, absolutely incredible, and with a growl and a thrust, his dick slid another couple inches in. Oh god, it felt so good, and yet completely new. Because I never imagined it’d be like this, bent over with a man halfway up my vaginal canal, our mouths locked with intense energy. My pussy pulsed again, welcoming him, and all I wanted was more.
“Yes Daddy,” I panted, breaking our liplock for a moment. “Yes, give it to me.”
And Donovan knew what I was asking for. Because with a grunt and a deep, powerful thrust of his hips, it was done. His massive cock punched through my hymen, owning me thoroughly and I could do nothing but squeal and pant, a virgin no more. Oh god, oh god, it was so incredible. I was poised mid-air, lifted onto my toes by that huge rod in my insides, barely breathing, almost unable to move.
“Baby,” he rasped in front of me, big hands caressing my back, running sensuously down my spine. “You okay?”
I couldn’t answer but nodded weakly, boobs dangling. Because yeah, I was more than okay. I was out of breath, slightly in shock, but I was also elated, my pussy fucked so good. And I wanted more, I wanted Daddy to own, to seize, to penetrate deep, and the only way was to keep going. So without a word, I wiggled my ass encouragingly.
And growling, Donovan pulled back then, the slide making me moan with ecstasy, vaginal walls pulsing, before pushing back in. It was amazing, my pussy spread easier this time, entry ring gripping him tight, oh so fucked. And with that, the man began a slow continuous rhythm, massaging my interior canal with his dick, cunt pulsing with pleasure.
“Unnh,” he grunted. “Fuck you’re tiny, you’re so small.”
I mewled in return, still unable to form words, skewered like a pig on a stick. “Ummm,” was all I could manage in return. “Ummm.”
; But the whore in me took over and I moaned lustily, welcoming that huge dick, spreading my thighs even wider for deeper penetration. The instincts of a wild woman took over and I was wet and open for him, accepting that male ownership, giving myself up to the total sensual domination.
Because that’s what Donovan does to me. I was no longer a shy librarian with flat Mary Janes and a button down skirt. I was Rachel the ho, wearing a nasty get-up waiting for an anonymous man in the park. I was Rachel the whore, letting this male touch my pussy, letting him kiss my pussy, and finally yes, letting a strange alpha fuck my pussy. And it felt so good, it felt so amazing and right, that with one final deep thrust, I gave it up.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned into the night, breathing deep of the roses as my pussy shook with lust. “Ohhhh!”
And the rolling sensation, the deep squeeze of my interior, pushed Donovan over the edge as well. Because with a hoarse rasp that grew into a roar, suddenly the man released in me.
“Aww FUCK!” he growled. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I shuddered, I trembled, I mewled around him, fucked so good. His penis spurted in my hot chamber, overfilling me with virile juice and this was the answer to my girlish dreams. This was the answer to everything I’d anticipated, the pussy licking, the sweet swollen folds, my hungry hole finally put to use. Because I wanted this, oh yeah. I wanted to feel a cock in me, taking me deep, but even more, this was proof that I’d given that cock a good time. This was proof that I was desirable, beautiful, and wanted by this alpha male, that I was a sensuous woman able to bring a man past the point of return.
And with another moan and pulse of my vaginal muscles, I milked him. I milked that penis of all its juices, every drop of white so precious, so virile and delicious. It was amazing in every way, feeling him pulse hotly in my insides, feeling a man lose his all, thrusting and grunting, spewing his personal essence into my vaginal chamber. And with another sweet sigh and shake of my hips, I squeezed him once more, big ass shaking.
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