Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  “Sire, how do I find you?” he asked shakily.

  “Leave your address at Miss Carroll’s and my office will find you later,” I growled before holding the passenger side door for Tina. “My lady,” I said with a slight flourish and the brunette smiled at me, dazzling, before slipping into the car.

  “Thank you,” she breathed when I got into the driver’s seat. I fingered the car keys before shooting her a grin. This was going to be tougher than it looked because I wasn’t exactly an experienced driver, I’d ridden in the back my whole life. But her words and those beautiful brown eyes pumped me up and I revved the engine, suddenly energized.

  “No worries,” I said, glancing at her mischievously before testing the accelerator, the little car springing into the intersection with a jolt. Tina’s answering laughter rang in my ears, the peals melodious and sweet, and I knew we were going to have a good time … even as we made our way into the ghetto.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Tina

  Ghetto isn’t the right word because the Roma are people with pride, even if they don’t have much. They took care of their enclave, sweeping the streets clear, making sure that houses got a coat of fresh paint even if the roofs were saggy, the porches blown through in some places. I liked it, I liked the homey feel, like people were actually neighbors.

  “Here we are,” rumbled Kristian, slowing to a stop in front of a corner bodega nestled between a house with a chain link fence and a deserted lot. The place wasn’t much to look at, a sad little sign outside proclaiming “Fresh Produce and Meats,” neon lights in the window selling different brands of cigarettes and the latest lotto games. But a burly man stepped out as we stopped the car.

  “Prince Kristian, Lady Christina,” he said, bowing at the waist. “Welcome to my business, The Aleatro.”

  And we were whisked inside. The interior was dingy but I could tell the merchant did his best. Florescent lights lit up the interior and the store sold everything from laundry detergent to corned beef sandwiches. A cat skulked in the corner, purring, and I pointed to it.

  “Are you allowed to have one of those?” I asked hesitantly. “I thought city regulations prohibited cats on premises.”

  Alonzo chuckled, his big belly shaking.

  “Ah no, not exactly,” he admitted, “but I need a cat to keep the mouse problem at bay. You’re not going to tell city officials are you?” he wheezed, looking at us worriedly. “About the mouse problem or my cat?”

  And I understood the dilemma. Either way he cut it, there was no good solution. His bodega was either overrun with mice, violating city regulations, or he kept a cat, which violated a different set of regulations. So he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I shook my head, saying nothing.

  But Kristian intervened.

  “I’ll get an exterminator here, courtesy of the Palace,” he said. “They’ll need to look around, make sure there are no holes in the walls, that kind of thing, but you’ll be able to keep your cat at home without worrying about the mouse issue.”

  And the big man grinned.

  “Highness, I appreciate it,” he rumbled. “The Roma people are a clean people, we just need a hand here and there.”

  And that was it exactly. As we continued the conversation, Alonzo explained how he needed just a bit of capital to spruce up his store, do some renovations, maybe buy a little inventory to take sales to the next level.

  “But where am I going to get the money?” he asked plaintively. “No one likes to lend to my people, we’re regarded as untrustworthy, the equivalent of thieves. No one wants to deal with the Roma.”

  And Kristian nodded thoughtfully.

  “I guess that’s why the microfinance sector is so important, isn’t it?” he ruminated. “Providing loans to an underserved population.”

  And I nodded, so happy that the big man had made the connection immediately.

  “Yes, it’s deserving merchants like Alonzo who benefit from our work the most,” I explained, smiling ear to ear. “It’s why I find this work so meaningful.”

  “I see,” rumbled Kristian thoughtfully, looking around once more before ushering me back to the Mini. We’d left Alonzo in tears of joy, promising to put him in touch with an outreach officer immediately upon our return, he’d get a loan in a few short weeks.

  And as we zipped down the highway once more, I stole a look at the big man’s profile. Kristian was deep in thought, staring at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, those big, sensitive fingers sensual and adept at once. What would it feel like to have them on my body, caressing my curves? My body was humming with his closeness, the big frame taking up all the space in the small car.

  And as if hearing my thoughts, Kristian swung to look at me, those blue eyes piercing, making my heart beat faster although he hadn’t said a word.

  “What is it about you?” he ground out, more to himself than me. “What is it about you especially?”

  I didn’t know what to say, flushing in return, the air in the small car heating up a million degrees instantly.

  “Maybe it’s my …?”

  But I didn’t get a chance to finish the question because Kristian was already pulling off, guiding the car to a shoulder on the highway.

  “Wha-what’s going on?” I asked shakily. As far as I could tell we hadn’t had a flat tire, there was nothing wrong with the car. So why were we stopped all of a sudden? Kristian had pulled us next to a copse of trees, cars whizzing by about thirty feet away.

  “This is what’s going on,” he rumbled before covering my mouth with his in a deep kiss. And it was so good, so tasty that I immediately opened, breathing him in, giving myself up to the heady, sensuous pleasure.

  “Ohhhh,” I moaned, twisting in his arms. It wasn’t comfortable, the big man on me in the tiny space of the front seat, but Kristian had a solution for that. He pulled off me momentarily, jumping out of the car before opening my door, tugging me by the arm.

  “What?” I asked, “Where are we going?”

  But I didn’t have long to wait because he pulled me into the bushes, pushing me down onto a small, soft patch of grass behind some greenery.

  “I can’t wait,” he said tightly, dark streaks of color slashing his cheeks. “You’ve been making me hard since last night,” he ground out.

  And I glanced down, gasping, because it was true. Kristian was erect, and not just a little bit. Not semi, not halfway, but completely, totally, rock solid, his pole punching out at his pants, creating a giant tent that I couldn’t stop staring at.

  “Is that?” I breathed, my small hand reaching out to touch.

  And all I got in return was a low, strangled growl from the big man the instant my fingers hit the denim, tracing the steel rod. He was so hard, so rigid even through the material that I gasped, positively stunned. How massive was he? As big as Karl and Kato? And I flushed again, thinking back to my last sexual encounter. God, it’d been so good with the twins, and I was probably never going to see them again. Why not enjoy myself with this gorgeous, hungry prince who looked just like them?

  So I threw myself into it, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers, dropping to my knees as his cock popped out, waving gently in the air, the tip already drizzling pre-cum. And despite my hunger, my desperation to have him in me, I gasped again, sitting back on my heels. Because he was absolutely unbelievable. Fifteen inches, the base of his shaft as thick as my wrist, fifteen inches of pure, pounding power, gorgeous veins pulsing up and down his length, thick pink and ready to ream. I couldn’t wait to taste it and leaned forward, licking tentatively at that dripping cockhead.

  “That’s right,” Kristian groaned, his head thrown back, eyes closed as I tasted a few drops of salty cum. “That’s right, keep going.”

  And I sampled, reveling in the sweet saltiness, smacking my lips hesitantly. Oh god, he was thick and virile at once, tangy without being bitter, and I couldn’t get enough. Hungrily, I began sucking at his pole, my tongue
inserting itself into his slit, scooping out more of that jism before tracing his glans, running lightly around the pink flare.

  “Oh god,” he grunted, lighting grasping the back of my head. “Oh god,” he repeated, thrusting his hips forward a bit. And obligingly, I opened my mouth wider, forcing my lips to surround that massive shaft, stretching obscenely, even choking a bit as his dong made its way in.

  “Ummmph!” I grunted, my voice muffled, stuffed full with cock meat. “Ummph!”

  “You okay baby?” panted Kristian, holding stock still although I could tell it was killing him. “You able to take more?”

  And I looked up at him from my knees, my eyes wide, drool running off my chin. I only had a few inches in, but I knew I could take him because I’d sucked Karl and Kato successfully. Oh yeah, from prior experience, I knew I could do it so I nodded as best I could, making a small moaning sound while wiggling my hips.

  And Kristian took that as a yes. He grabbed my skull lightly, fisting it between two hands and slowly pushed forward with his hips again, sliding that dong deeper down my throat.

  “Slow, slow,” he murmured to me with half-lidded eyes, his gaze hungry, aroused, as my little pink lips swallowed his length. “That’s it, little girl.”

  Because I was doing it. I was eating his dong inch by inch, the pole making its way down my esophagus even as I struggled, stretching my mouth to its widest to accommodate his massive girth. And finally, he was all the way in.

  “God,” he rasped, his hands still lightly placed on my head. “I have to fuck you.” And he began running his hips back and forth, reaming my mouth, that huge length impaling me again and again. I squealed, it was so hard and yet so delectable, that man meat running deep into me as I struggled and squirmed despite my best efforts to hold still. And I was aroused, so fucking aroused, that I dropped a hand between my thighs, my fingers unerringly finding my little bud and stroking it, positively thrumming as that huge cock ran in and out of my mouth.

  “That’s it, little girl,” Kristian rasped, his eyes staring down at my succulent form kneeling in front of him, my mouth stuffed full as I frigged myself down below. “Touch yourself, make yourself feel good.”

  And the sensations began surging inside, a tingle beginning in the depths of my cunny to spread slowly throughout my lower half before shooting in electric sparks to my nips, my fingers, my toes, making me start suddenly, shrieking, as my cunt clenched and spasmed, ecstasy running in ripples through my form.

  “Ummph!” I let out a muffled scream around the cock buried in my mouth. “Ummph!” I squealed again.

  And the feel of my lips gripping tight around his meat made Kristian lose it too.

  “Fuuuck!” he roared as he spilled into me, jism running deep into my throat, shooting so hard down my body I could feel the warm fluid spurting into my stomach. “Fuck!” he roared again, hips pistoning at light-speed even as I swallowed furiously, saliva and excess cum smearing my cheeks, running down my chin with overflow.

  And it was so good, so satisfying, that I came again, a giant pool of pussy juice spurting out between my parted knees, fertilizing the sparse grass, my body gushing and creaming at will.

  “Ahhh fuck,” Kristian finished with a last gasp, doubled over my form, his cock embedded deep in my throat. And finally, when we were both sated, he began pulling out, that long, shiny length reappearing between my lips, shiny and tasty. I choked a bit, hacking a little as it made its final retreat, the tip dripping wetly as he shook his rod, drying it off.

  “Man, we’re a dirty duo, aren’t we?” he rumbled, his eyes still ravenous, body still hard.

  And I smiled up at him slyly, the sun gleaming on my brown curls. Without blinking an eye, I turned on my hands and knees, pressed my face into the grassy surface, ass sky high, and reached backwards, flipping my skirt up over my round mounds.

  “Again, big guy?” I murmured, looking at him over my shoulder even as I held my cheeks apart, baring everything from anus to clit, the pink gleaming, pulsing, begging for his touch.

  And the resulting roar was all the answer I needed.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kristian

  I never thought she’d be this dirty. Not that I don’t like it, I fucking love it. It’s just that Tina looks like a good girl, all brown curls and bright smile, her sweet, plump form all woman. But now here she was, ass up, offering me her cunt and behind.

  And what a behind it was. Her cheeks were full and white, her g-string pulled to the side so that they bisected one moon, emphasizing that luscious fullness, straining against the exaggerated curves. And her twat … oh god, her twat. I could only stare as she wiggled again, those plush pink lips beckoning, droplets of pussy juice spattering me.

  “Come and taste it, big guy,” she cooed, and I was on her in a flash. I knelt behind that succulent vixen and buried my tongue in her snatch like there was no tomorrow, sucking on her like a starving man, my mouth glued to her pussy.

  “Ohhh!” she squealed, “oh oh oh!” as she writhed on the grass.

  And I couldn’t get enough. As I sucked her clit, working that hard nub like the tastiest piece of candy, my hands caressed her calves and the backs of her thighs, massaging those luscious ham hocks. Because they were meaty, juicy and solid, the kind you could take a bite of and savor, real thighs that made my cock pop to life again.

  And fuck, my sword. I could feel the pre-cum drizzling off the tip again, sliding wetly down my pole, lubing it up for what was coming. Because I wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

  As I worked her cunny with my mouth, my right hand crept up so that it circled her rusty star, brushing lightly against that little pucker.

  “Ummm,” Tina moaned beneath me, her face buried in the grass. God, how good she looked, eyes closed, humping her butt slightly as I tongued her from behind, her cheek pressed against the floor, boobs so huge and pendulous that they dragged on the ground. I almost spurted right then from how dirty she looked, bent over and moaning like that but I wasn’t done yet, not quite.

  As I massaged her pleats with my fingers, I dragged my mouth upwards, tracing over her perineum, that sensitive part between her pussy and anus, and lightly, oh so lightly kissed her rosebud, testing the little hole.

  “Aiee!” she squealed, her eyes flying open. “Did you …?” she gasped, craning her head to stare over her shoulder at me.

  “I did,” I confirmed, chuckling deep in my throat. “And I’m going to again,” I continued before thrusting my tongue into her pucker this time, savoring her anus with my tongue, burying myself in her dry back wall.

  Because the aroma was enticing. Her pussy was heavenly, dripping so hard that my thighs were smeared with her fluids, and her back hole had the unmistakable scent of musky woman, mixing for an irresistible feast. So I went for it, dipping my tongue in her cunt again and again before trailing up to her dark star, circling her pussy nectar around her asshole, using her natural fluids as lube.

  And now the girl moaned, burying her face into the ground as her body shuddered.

  “Feels good,” she panted rhythmically, her beautiful, smooth back heaving in the afternoon light. “Again.”

  But I wanted more than just my tongue up her behind. I raised myself so that I was kneeling behind her, her warm slit in front of me doggy style. Grasping my cockhead in my hand, I ran the pink flare lovingly up and down those pulsing folds, teasing her.

  “You like little girl?” I ground out, my eyes never leaving the sight of those wet pussy lips leaking onto my pole.

  But there was no answer, merely a long “unnnnh” before she pushed her hips back slightly, trying to catch my cock in her.

  And I only laughed, my rod sliding in for an inch before jerking back, careful not to let her suck me in, grasping her hips to keep the little girl still.

  “You’re a hungry slut, aren’t you?” I murmured, my dick bouncing off her butt at this point, rubbing up against those round white orbs before falling naturally into the cre
vice between her cheeks. “You’ll get it, don’t worry, it’s coming,” I promised.

  Because I’d pushed my dickhead against her dark star, trying to breach that back cherry, and the girl was moaning frantically, breathing heavily, trying not to thrash as I violated her anus. That’s right, I wanted my dick in her back end, to savor that dry slide, to feel her ass catch tight around me.

  “Oh god,” I grunted, the sight so fucking obscene. Her little hole was being violated by my fifteen incher, and it was going to be a tight fit, to put it euphemistically.

  But it was too late to stop, the blood pounded in my head, my dong on the brink of explosion. Tina resisted, that bubble butt bouncing back at me, refusing entry, but my donkey dong’s never let me down. I leaned forward again, increasing the pressure, and with a sudden pop, sank in unexpectedly. Tina’s sphincter had let go, and I slid a few, heavenly inches up her backside, my dick worming hotly into her rectum.

  “Aieee!” she shrieked, lifting her head for a moment. “Aieee!”

  But I only shushed the brunette, stroking the golden curve of her back like I was calming a nervous filly, making clucking noises as she squirmed and writhed beneath me, pinned on my cock like a kebab on a stick.

  “It’ll feel good soon, baby girl,” I murmured into her ear, “Soon, soon.”

  And with that, I pushed again, this time embedding all of my donkey into her behind. The pain must have been intense, fifteen inches of pure iron because Tina squealed again, her back going ramrod straight before she collapsed on her forearms, jiggly body panting with effort, breaking out into a sweat.

  But never had anything been more beautiful because now my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt, those round orbs obscenely bisected by a huge piece of man meat, cunt leaking wetly below, thighs and back covered in a sheen of sweat, shimmering a bit as I began a slow slide into and out of her anal canal.