Because the big man was being thorough. He was no lazy slouch, lightly flicking and doing nothing. The alpha was going for a deep taste, and he slowly pulled my labia with his fingers, merely sniffing at first, letting the waft of hot cunt drift over his senses.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, this is it.”
Because he’d been waiting for me for five years, and the promised land was finally before him. The big man closed his eyes and sniffed again, my hot pussy steam enveloping him, bathing him in the unmistakable scent of hungry cunt.
“Shit, shit,” he ground out. “Shit.”
But I couldn’t wait. As I toyed with my breasts, my hips bucked, desperate for his touch, desperate to feel the big man’s fingers, his lips, his tongue.
“Please Mr. Parker,” I panted, begging, voice rising into a squeal. “Pleeease!”
Because the big man finally did it. Spreading my lips fully, he took another deep lick of my insides, this time running the flat of his tongue up my right labia, across my clit, niggling it for a moment, and then down the inside of my left labia. My hole gushed, pussy already beginning to twitch, it felt so amazing.
“Unnnh!” I cried out again. “More, more!” I demanded.
And Mr. Parker just chuckled beneath me.
“Oh yeah, baby girl, it’s coming,” he soothed. “It’s coming.”
Because the alpha was as good as his word. Dipping his head again, this time he focused on my clit, alternately sucking and kissing, circling the hard nub with his tongue before going in for a series of deep, hard licks with the flat of his tongue. My hips jerked, I moaned and dripped more, jolts running outwards from my cunt, electrifying my limbs, making my fingers and toes tingle. Oh shit, my pussy was pulsing already, beginning to tremble, to shake, and Mr. Parker groaned appreciatively, dipping his mouth to catch the wetness at the base of my slit before going back up to coat it over my nub.
“That’s right,” he ground out. “That’s how my dirty baby rolls.”
And right when I thought it couldn’t get more illicit, he did it. The dark man pushed my hips up higher, rolling me backwards so that my ankles were up by my ears and ran his tongue lovingly over my back hole, lapping at the tight ring there.
“Oh my god!” I screamed, eyes flying open. “Oh my god, no!”
But Mr. Parker ignored me, continuing his ministrations.
“What did Daddy tell you before?” he ground out. “No part of you is off-limits, it all belongs to Daddy.”
And I could do nothing but agree, leaning back and enjoying it as Mr. Parker rimmed my tight hole.
“Yes,” I panted. “I belong to you, all of me belongs to you Daddy,” I huffed.
Rob growled approvingly into my ass.
“That’s right honey,” he ground out, slowly slipping his wet tongue around my pleats, testing them, pushing against the brown pucker. And even though I thought it was impossible, it happened then. His tongue increased its pressure, relentlessly pushing and suddenly, he slipped in about a quarter of an inch into my musty hole, making me buck and squeal once more.
“Ahhh!” I moaned, my voice rising into a high-pitched whine. “Oh!”
Rob rumbled below me.
“That’s right,” he rasped, still tonguing my butt. “Now come with Daddy’s tongue in your ass. Come baby,” he commanded. “Come while Daddy tonguefucks your butt.”
And my body was so attuned to his words and his presence that I shattered then. I belonged to the alpha every which way, every fiber, every inch, every nerve, branded with his name, and right on cue, my pussy and ass both began contracting, a series of vibrations running through my most sensitive flesh, hole gushing and oozing wetly as I screamed.
“Oh Rob!” I cried out, his name on my lips as I came. “Mr. Parker!”
The big man merely grinned with his tongue still buried in my butt, eyes level with my snatch.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Give Daddy a show, let me see that pretty puss spasm, let the fireworks go.”
And jerking my head up, I too, looked down as my body erupted. Because Rob was holding my labia opened, and I watched with shocked eyes as the main event began. My pink insides rippled at first, glistening hotly, deep fuchsia under the lights before seizing, hole winking, Daddy’s tongue stuffed up my butt. My body began convulsing rhythmically now, pussy moving with each beat, rolling with the waves as the flesh between my legs jerked visibly, oozing goo. Sparks went off in my cunt, boobies heaving as electrical fires shot through my veins, my interior so bare, so open and visible, titillating, giving it all up for Daddy.
“Unnh!” I squealed again, staring at my pulsing insides. “Oh god!”
Rob pulled his tongue from my butt now, hole empty so that I could see the action there as well. And sure enough, my ass pulsed in rhythm with my pussy. As I watched, a drip of goo rolled from the base of my slit down to my brown pucker, and it too, opened and closed, winking as orgasm ripped through my frame.
“Unnh!” I screamed again. God, this was so dirty, I was completely nude, a man holding my folds apart as we watched my pussy and ass quiver and shake, the pink flesh steaming, losing everything to the heavens. “Oh god!” I cried again in disbelief.
And Rob was fast. Because without missing a beat, the big man reared up onto his knees and fucked into me, my inner channel gripping him tight, wet lips sucking him in.
“Unh!” I grunted, surprised and impaled, but loving it all the same. His cock was huge, thick, and dominant, that giant pole wedged up against my insides, massaging me the way only a man’s meat could. “Oh!”
The big man groaned as well.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he rasped. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
And after two strokes, one in and one out, the alpha male burst. My pussy was too small, the illicit sex play too fucking dirty even for Mr. Parker, and with a drawn out roar, Rob came, hot juice shooting up my interior.
“FUCK,” he ground out once more, hips jerking, lashes of white blasting again and again into me. And it felt so good, so illicit and amazing that I passed out, going unconscious. Maybe it was the sensation of semen jetting, of the hot bubbly pumping relentlessly into my insides, or maybe it was the fact that I’d just watched the best show on earth and then gotten fucked as a bonus. Whatever it was, I soared over the edge and as my body erupted, lava flowing from my hole, consciousness floated away like a cloud. Everything flashed white and then went dark just as quickly. My head lolled heavily to the side on the pillow, body still convulsing, and my last coherent thought was, “I love this man. I, Mandy Jones am in love with Rob Parker.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Robert
I am so fucked. So fuckedy-fucked, it’s unreal how fucked I am. Because I’ve fallen head over heels for Mandy. And it’s not like this is a new thing, it’s not something that randomly popped out of the woodwork. I’ve known the girl for years, it’s just only now that our relationship has become physical, gone off the deep end. And I’m fucked as a result.
Because yeah, I know Amanda Jones. I know how beautiful she is, how giving, how sweet, how much fun. She’s a brainiac for sure, Ray and Linda are always bragging about how their daughter’s on honor roll, on dean’s list, and when she got into her first choice college? Not a surprise at all. Of course every school wanted her, the brunette is the top of the heap, at the pinnacle of her game.
But that’s the thing. She’s the best, she’s a treasure, she’s someone any man would be lucky to get. And explaining my dilemma to her only made the situation more ludicrous. As the words rolled off my lips, I realized just how fucking disgusting I was. A forty-five year old family friend corrupting a nubile teen, a girl who trusted me, whom I’ve known since birth. It was creepy as hell, even to my ears, and I hated myself even more.
So as I stared at Mandy’s sleeping form, a voice ran through my head even as my hands wandered lovingly over those curves. You don’t deserve this, the words went. You’re a nasty ass geezer and she’s a
breath of fresh air, you don’t deserve someone untouched and innocent. Get the fuck away.
But I couldn’t help it, my hands just kept touching, filing themselves full of Mandy. Because shit, she was so luscious, those firm breasts, huge yet bouncy, complete with hard pink crests at the tip. And like a goner, I bent my head and licked one, savoring the pink nub in my mouth, the sweetest piece of candy known to man. The girl immediately stirred a bit, moaning slightly in her sleep.
I stilled because this wasn’t the time to wake her. Mandy had such a good time in bed that she passed out, completely lost it, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, whites showing. The brunette’s body went completely still except for aftershocks, a few last tremors running through her cunt and ass, pumping me for my semen, draining me dry. And once I was done, I pulled out slowly, watching with lascivious eyes as my huge cock exited those slippery pink folds. Oh fuck yeah, it was disgusting, I was coated in all sorts of cream, my shaft hard and wet, ready to take her again.
But this wasn’t the time. Mandy was exhausted from a day of non-stop sex, her pussy drilled so hard, a man loving her, appreciating her, worshipping that curvy figure. And not just that, but she’d been a virgin up until hours ago, and I’d done such a fucking number on that body, penetrating, feeding myself in deep, prying her open this way and that.
So my baby needed sleep, she needed a sweet, dreamless sleep to recover, to rest and recuperate, to soak the events of the day. Because in addition to owning that sweet body, I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth at dinner. I’d laid it on thick, telling the girl that I loved her, that I’ve adored her for the last five years, dirty old man that I am. And I could tell she heard, but didn’t absorb my words.
“Oh Rob, you’re just saying that,” she smiled sweetly, taking my hand.
I felt like a gawky adolescent then, tongue-tied and awkward as I tried to woo the girl of my dreams at a middle school dance. But what the hell? Might as well go for it.
“Naw,” I ground out. “I love you Mandy Jones, I love you.”
And the brunette merely leaned forward and dropped a sweet kiss on my lips, her pout so luscious, soft and delectable.
“You’re just saying that Rob,” she murmured again, flirting with me. “It’s the steak making you talk, it’s making you hungry so you’ll say anything to get back to your food,” she teased.
I shook my head with frustration. I meant it, every single word. I’m an alpha male who runs the world, always in control of every situation. So why was I in such a dilemma with the girl? Instead of having the brunette tied around my fingers, she had me wound around her fingers instead. Oh yeah, the eighteen year-old nymph was playing the billionaire like a puppet, making me jerk and dance to the music.
So I merely shook my head again because it was better this way. It was better if Mandy thought this was nothing, if it was just a tumble in the haystack, a couple sessions of meaningless sex. It was better to let her go her way, to explore the world, independent and fierce, with nothing to tie her down, nothing stopping a woman of the world, curious and free. And I owed it to her. I owed it to my beautiful girl, the woman I loved so much, letting her fly free.
So I pretended like it was nothing, just a casual comment.
“Yeah,” I grunted. “I love you too baby,” I tossed out noncommittally, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before reaching for the steak sauce. “I love you too, baby girl,” I grunted once more, not looking her way this time.
And she giggled knowingly, flushed with pleasure. But Mandy wasn’t done yet. She’d recently been inducted into the world of men and women and wanted to explore more, wanted to tease and have fun. So giggling, she reached a small hand down and pulled her panties to the side, baring that sweet cunt once again, the folds glistening already, horny and wet.
“Show me how much Daddy?” she breathed. “Show me how much you love me?
And fuck, but it was on. With a roar, I was on her, dinner forgotten, both of us tussling on the kitchen floor before I swept her to the guest room. I made her come so hard, showed her how beautiful she could be, both of us watching as her pussy and ass twitched. I pushed my tongue deep up her butt, exploring her anal canal, making her come while mouthfucking her ass, and oh shit, but she tasted good, that musky smell enveloping us in the sensual, the forbidden.
And now, as I watched the girl sleeping, I only wanted her again. Glancing at the bedside clock, the hands read six a.m. Holy shit, had I really been staring at Mandy this entire time, mooning about like a love struck farm boy? Had it really been hours, the time passing like a snap? Fuck, I was truly up shit creek, my marbles were well and truly scattered.
But there was still time, and I wanted the brunette, bad. Her parents would be coming soon and we had yet to explore the forbidden territory. So slowly edging behind the curvy female, I gently shifted that luscious body until I was lying beneath and behind that mountainous rump, dick tip pressed to her vag. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing.
The girl moaned in her sleep, upper knee lifting as if welcoming my shaft, craving the penetration. She moaned again and those pink lips spread as my rod burrowed in, into the tight wetness, her dripping fount ready for me once more, so ready, so moist even in sleep. And as I fed my hot rod up those insides, suddenly Mandy came awake.
“Rob?” she stammered, blinking, still sleepy. “Mr. Parker?”
I held her close.
“That’s right baby, Daddy likes to wake up his little girl by fucking that vagina. You like a morning dose of sperm? Does that get you hot and horny?”
And instead of shrieking and jumping away, pulling herself off, the brunette merely moaned and spread her legs further.
“Oh yeah, I like Daddy,” she breathed, twisting around to kiss me deeply as I edged up into her hole. “Do it.”
I squeezed her breast with one big hand, savoring the generous flesh, the pink crested tip hard as a pebble, such a contrast to the huge sacks of cream. But I wanted more, so trailing my hand down that soft belly, I began teasing her clit, lightly running my fingers over that hard nub as my dick went in and out.
“Oh!” she gasped, lifting her profile, mouth opening halfway, the feeling of getting fucked so nice. “Oh!”
But there was more, I wanted more.
“Daddy’s gonna take your ass now, okay?” I muttered gutturally into her neck. “Daddy’s gonna take your bottom now, baby’s bottom belongs to Daddy too.”
And Mandy squirmed slightly then, letting out a breathy yelp.
“Now?” she breathed incredulously. “Now?”
I grinned into the soft skin of her neck.
“Yes, now,” I ground out. “This is as good of a time as any, and baby’s little vag has already gotten Daddy’s dick wet, ready for your ass.” To demonstrate my point, I pulled out with a slow, sucking slide, loving the nasty sounds, the wet feeling so delicious as my flesh slid against hers.
“That’s right,” I grunted, watching as my huge member exited that glistening cunt, pole shiny and slippery with her vaginal juices. “That’s right, baby’s cunt has gotten Daddy good and wet, and now you’re ready for it in your ass.”
And without missing a beat, my slippery helmet nudged against that back hole, the pleats so tight, contracting instinctively at my touch.
But Mandy is a slut and she wanted it desperately. In a second, she flipped over to her stomach and raised her ass into the air to give me a better angle.
“Please be gentle Daddy,” she moaned. “Please be gentle while using my bottom.”
And overcome with emotion, I bent my head to kiss that butt, running my lips lightly over her rusty star. Because I love it. I love how Mandy is so willing to try, offering her ass like this. I love how the girl is open to experimentation despite the fact that I’d just taken her pussy cherry not hours ago. And now, she was ready to play the back way. So kneeling between her spread legs, I did the honors, running a big hand through those legs, coating my
fingers in her pussy goo before sliding up to her back hole and smearing the liquid around that sensitive spot. And then lining my dick up with those tight pleats, I began to push.
“Relax honey,” I growled. “Relax, it’ll go in easier this way.”
She breathed hard beneath me, panting lightly, big boobies smashed against the quilt.
“Yes Daddy,” she murmured, lifting her ass a bit higher, giving me a better angle. Shit, her pussy was dripping so much that it ran down my balls, coating them, a wet spot forming on the coverlet. But Mandy didn’t care, she was too juiced.
“Okay Daddy,” she whispered again before letting out a slight, “Oof!”
Because the head of my dick was in. I’d breached that tight ring just a bit and my glans slipped into her deep brown, the rubbery helmet disappearing between the white cheeks.
“Ohhh,” she sighed, head dropping between those shoulders like a flower too heavy for its stalk, small body tensing. But I stroked the girl’s haunches, lightly squeezing the creamy rump with my hands. And spitting a little, I let drool drop onto where our bodies met, my cock poised, barely into her anus.
“Relax,” I commanded again. “Relax and it’ll go in easier honey.”
The girl took another deep breath, squirming beneath me slightly, her butt fucked onto my pole. But bracing her shoulders on the quilt, this time Mandy stoked the fire, adding fuel to a blazing pyre. Because her hands crept behind and gripping one butt cheek in each fist, the brunette pulled herself apart, silently begging me to go in deeper, offering her most private place.
“Do it Daddy,” she panted. “Assfuck me, please, I want it.”
And my temp went from normal to about a million degrees in two seconds, hot rod stiffening within her body. Because this was my personal cumslut, my little jizz receptacle, and oh fuck, she was giving me her ass cherry, offering it with the sweetest, nastiest gesture, pulling apart her cheeks, surrendering completely. And with a low growl in my chest, I gripped her waist and began pushing again, feeding my cock deep into that narrow canal.
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