Dirty Daddy

by Brenda Ford

  I know for sure that I want Marvin and as he confirmed in his note. He wants me too. That’s all that matters and I slowly start to peel off my clothes awkwardly crouching in the back of the limo. That’s when it stops, and I quickly put on the blindfold. I wanted to fold my clothes neatly, but it’s clear that I don’t have time. Once again Marvin wants to play, and I’m ever so willing, knowing that it’s his rules and the only way for me to get my prize is to follow them.

  Chapter Ten

  Marvin

  I watch from the sidewalk as the limo comes to a stop. I know Emily’s inside, hopefully, changed into her little gift that I left in the limo and I can’t wait to see her.

  When I invited her out for a long weekend, I had imagined spending Friday night and most of Saturday getting her adjusted to BDSM.

  Then again, I had a lot longer when I was getting used to the idea. I had a mature teacher. My very own Mrs. Robinson, who made Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate look as if he knew what he was doing, I wasn’t so keen at first. But then the more I learned, the more it became second nature to me.

  Once the car stops and Kurt come out, he nods his head. I know that Emily must be in the car before he confirms it.

  “She’s in the car, Sir.”

  I nod in approval. “Goodman. You’ll be driving us all over the city. I want to see the sites.”

  That’s a lie. The view outside the limo is the last thing I’m going to have on my mind.

  “Do you have any particular sites that you want to see?”

  Too many, but they’ll all be in the back of the limo with Emily.

  “Surprise me!”

  I pat Kurt on the back, and he has a quizzed look on his face. He’s been here a few times because he’s the only driver that I travel with. The rest I don’t feel comfortable knowing all my plans, but I do with Kurt.

  He reaches for the door and holds it open for me. I slide in quickly, and the door closes behind me. A moment later, the car starts moving. Then I turn to look at Emily.

  She’s wearing the lingerie I left her, and I grin at how good she looks. It’s a sexy gold two-piece set that hugs her breasts at the right places and panties that leave her entrance open for whatever I like - either my fingers or my cock. She’s sitting on the seat, facing forward so I can see her perfectly from the side, but she turns to face me as I slide across the leather, though she can’t see me with the matching blindfold that she dutifully has put on.

  “No need to be so nervous, Emily. You can relax.”

  She sighs, her body losing some of its tension. “This is all new to me. And then while we were driving, I was worried that you wouldn’t come. That you would just reject me again.”

  A smile teases on her lips, and I chuckle. I glance around and find a piece of fabric folded on the seat underneath the partition that separated the front and back of the limo. It is closed, and I assume it is the dress, whatever she was wearing before. I see her bra on top of the folded fabric.

  I can feel a satisfied grin stretching my face. She looks beautiful, and I can’t wait to get my hands all over her body.

  Impatience gets the better of me as I growl, “Follow my voice and come towards me.”

  She complies immediately, lowering off the seat and kneeling as she crawls on the floor. I wasn’t expecting her to do that; she’s trying to take control again. Obeying and showing them that I can’t deny her as much as I’m tempted to at the best of times.

  My eyes widen at the seductive move as I see her breasts on full display.

  Her hand comes in contact with my leg, and she gets up on her knees. I let my knees spread apart and touch her arm so she would know to continue forward until she hits the seat.

  “And now?” she asks seductively as she’s holding onto my knees and her head is so close to my cock that it’s so fucking hard to resist her.

  “What do you want to do, Emily?”

  I decide that I’m going to give her a choice, even though it’s pretty obvious what she wants to do. Emily raises her eyebrows and hesitates in speaking before she says,

  “You’re asking me what I want to do?”

  “It’s what I just said,” I tease, touching her chin to tilt her head back further.

  “I had so many things in mind, but now having you in between my legs. My cock’s fucking rising like a skyscraper, I think that maybe you have something particular in mind. You’ve been a good girl. I just want to reward you.”

  She chews lightly on her lip, and I have to bite back a groan as my eyes drop to her mouth. Her lips are wet and glossy, and I can tell it’s more from spit than some lip gloss.

  “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

  I was wrong; she’s fucking learning a lot quicker than I gave her credit for at first. I trail kisses across her forehead down to her cheeks.

  “You’re looking so fucking sexy right now,” I murmur with my lips into her ears. Then I take her earlobe between my teeth and give it a careful nip. Emily gasps and tilts her head back, pushing her breasts into my chest.

  I pull back to see her face. She’s panting, her cheeks a light pink, and the first thing on my mind is how much I want to kiss her. I look around and see the bottle of champagne I'd asked for with the limo. It’s sitting in a bucket of ice, already opened, and I reach for it, not bothering with the glasses stacked on a tray beside it.

  Turning back to Emily, I lean down for a soft, slow kiss. There is some hesitation at first; then she starts to move in time to my lips. As I start to fuck her mouth with my tongue, I press my thumb against the edge of her jaw, encouraging her to open her mouth wider. As I push her back just a little, then I open my mouth and let the champagne spill into her mouth, following it with my tongue. My hand moves to circle her throat gently, feeling it bob slightly as she swallowed, running my tongue in every crevice of her mouth, loving the moan that slips out her throat at the attention.

  I lick the champagne that’s escaped from her mouth and lick it with my tongue. I stop for a second and Emily barks, “M-more.”

  “What?”

  Thinking that I must have misheard her.

  “I love the champagne. I want more, please.”

  “I didn’t know that you liked champagne, Emily.” I reach for the bottle, then take her face between my hands. She parts her lips eagerly as I let the drink spill from my mouth to hers.

  Her bold words surprised me, but I can’t hold my arousal any longer. She follows the movements of my hands as I shift her and her back’s facing me. I sit between my legs on the seat, with my arm wrapped around her waist to hold her fast.

  “You’re so fucking sexy and wet for me right now.”

  She gasps as I bare a breast, and watch her nipple perk up in the cool air. I cup her breast in my hand and gently pinch her nipple. She arches her back as I reach for her other breast. I squeeze my legs around her, holding both her breasts in my palms and play with her nipples. Her breathing has already sped up, and I have my lips pressed against her neck.

  “Do you like that?”

  She hums, “Yes.”

  “Remember what you asked me after breakfast?”

  I wait for her to respond, but she’s pushing her ass deeper against my groin, and it’s fucking driving me insane.

  I start to bite gently on her neck while blowing in her ear.

  “Fuck yes!”

  She screams out, and I know that she’s being brought to the edge. I haven’t started yet, but I want her to know what’s in store.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Not just in the room. But all the other fucking places in Vegas.”

  She doesn’t stop as I move from biting to sucking on her neck. I’m bringing her close to the edge and her pussy’s no longer dripping wet, it’s fucking soaking wet. Ready for me to fuck her as we take a tour around the town and I have a private one of her pussy.

  Chapter Eleven

  Emily

  After I reach the edge in his arms, I can’t believe that he didn’t put
his fingers in my pussy or even give me any oral sex. It happened so easily, and the worst part is that I want even more. My body’s starting to get aroused again, “Please, Marvin! Don’t stop.” My body’s shaking and I’m recovering but still craving for more.

  He chuckles and continues peppering kisses up and down my neck. Marvin’s driving me crazy. Just having him nearby, hearing his voice in my ear, is enough to get me hot under the collar.

  Everything that’s happening since this weekend started is a new experience for me, and if I have to be honest, I love it. I should be looking out of the window and worrying about passerby’s hearing me scream at the back of the limo. I know for sure Kurt heard me, but I don’t care as I wriggle in his arms, trying to turn around and place my mouth against his. I want more kisses with champagne. My wriggling pushes us closer, and I hear him moan as his big, fat cock presses against my ass.

  I roll my hips back against his, pressing against his erection, causing us both to moan.

  “If you keep doing that, Emily, I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” he warns. His one hand is on my breast, but the other travels down to in between my thighs. The panties aren’t panties. It’s more of a lace gold belt that moves across my waist. He has easy access to do the thing that I desire the most, but he’s teasing me as he gets so close to my folds.

  “Hmm, I want you so fucking bad right now!”

  I hum, “What’s stopping you?”

  My eyes are closed as I can’t even open them. I can’t see a thing, we could be in the middle of the Grand Canyon for all to see and the thought of it excites me even more.

  “I’m so wet, ready for you right now.”

  My aching sex desire is begging for him to take me.

  “My pants are so wet right now. You’re not dripping; you’re like a reservoir that’s been set free just flowing all over me.”

  I lay my head back over his shoulder, arching my chest into his hand as I roll my hips into his palm. I’m panting for breath, and it turns to gasps as his hand pulls away from my sex to slide under the top of my panties.

  “Fuck!” I cry out when he touches me, which makes me roll my hips again, pushing my ass back into his cock, then pressing my pussy harder against his hand. I’m trying to get him to put pressure where I need it the most, but he’s toying with me.

  “Marvin, please,” I chant as if I’m a broken record.

  “What is it, Emily,” he says teasingly in my ear.

  “Touch me!”

  “But I am touching you already,” he retorts.

  I growl lightly. My hands are resting on his thighs, and I don’t remember when they moved there, but I use them. I press his hand between my legs even harder against my sex point and arch my back to reach my other hand around me to touch his cock.

  “Dammit, Emily,” Marvin growls against my neck.

  I laugh, breathless. “Good!”

  He starts to make primal animal sounds, the same thing that he did last night and I know what that means, he’s ready to take it to a step further. There's a peck on the side of my neck, at my pulse, then he’s pulling his hands away, making me moan in disappointment.

  “Marvin. Don’t stop…”

  I say out of desperation.

  “Shh, Emily. We’re just getting a little comfortable.”

  He has shifted me so that I’m back on my knees. I gasp as his hands slowly move over my hips. My face is fired up because I’m pretty much naked in the back of the limo. The cool air-con doesn’t reduce my body temperature as he builds a fire of passion within me.

  His hands on my hips push down my gold belt. He slides it off and then he does the same with my bra, even though my breasts are already out. Now I’m completely naked and blindfolded; I know that he can’t resist me now.

  “Now what?”

  I ask impatiently thinking that he’s completely changing the momentum and I’m scared that he’s going to back out once again.

  Marvin sucks in a harsh breath. “Sorry, just needed a moment to look at you. You’re beautiful, Emily.”

  “Marvin,” I say, my voice a definite whine because I’m too far gone to be embarrassed now. It’s not like my face can burn any hotter, anyway. “Come inside me.”

  I’m on my knees in front of him, lips parted, feeling wet and swollen, sweat slicking down my forehead. Whatever sight is there for him to see, he loves it if the groan that comes out of him is anything to go by.

  “Up,” he commands, “on the seat. Lie on your back with me, Emily.”

  I whimper as I scramble to do what he says, in spite of my impatience. There’s enough self-consciousness left in me that I don’t want to slip and look like an idiot to him and ruin the mood in the process. There isn’t so much room that I’d have to search for the seat, though, my hands touching smooth leather as I reach them out. I use them to guide me, so I sit down, then move to lie on my back. I end up with my back pressed against the door, my legs pressed against Marvin, though he moves to give me more room.

  Then, without warning, he takes one of my legs, the one pressed against the back of the seat, and throws it over his shoulder, spreading my thighs as he moves into the space left between. I gasp and squirm a little because I can't see, but I know I’m bared to him completely, and I can almost feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes rove over my body.

  “This view is much better,” he says with a husky voice, and I moan. “It’s too much, Emily. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

  “Then don’t,” I retort, reaching out for him. When my hands grab onto his arms, I slide my hands up to his shoulders, then to wrap around his neck and drag him down.

  His lips collide with mine in a harsh, wet kiss. The position is a little uncomfortable, but I don’t say anything about it because I find myself speechless. I feel his lips wrap around a nipple and gently tug on it; then he does the same on the other side. He slides kisses down my abdomen, my body trembling because I know where this is going. And I’m proved right when I feel his warm breath between my thighs.

  I'm already so wet, and ready for him. I can feel my clit twitch as he blows another warm breath over me, and then I’m trying not to reach for him to press against me. He moves on, and I cry out, my back arching against the seat as he swipes a broad lick up my pussy and flicks the tip of his tongue against my throbbing clit.

  He flicks the tip of his tongue on my clit, over and over again. One of his hands grips the underside of the thigh I have over his shoulder, pushing it back into my chest as he licks all over my sex area, then sucks lightly on my throbbing clit. I can feel him slide a single digit in my pussy and thrusting a couple of times, then adding a second and third finger in rapid succession. All I can do is squirm and moan at the provocative touch. At this rate, I know I’ll come before he’s even in me once again.

  He moves away, and almost immediately I can hear the sound of foil ripping. Then, there’s silence, and I imagine him wrapping a condom around his cock. The image has a shiver racking through my body. Then his hands are back on me, catching both of my thighs to push them out further, just shy of uncomfortable.

  I moan, still waiting, and my breath hitches when I feel the head of his cock rub against my sex, up and down, pressing at my entrance without going in, then sliding up and rubbing against my clit. I’m rolling my hips, trying to get him inside, but he's teasing me.

  I feel his hands flex on my thighs, and still almost immediately, taking it as some sign. Then he's sliding in me, finally, and we both moan in relief when he's seated inside of me to the hilt.

  He’s sending punishing thrusts as his hips slap against my ass with every thrust, his hold on me keeping me in place for him.

  “This is what you’ve been begging me for!”

  My hands tighten on his shoulders.

  “Ah, Marvin!”

  I yell out as I try and take what he's giving to me because I can’t get any leverage to move into his harsh thrusts. I babble words that I don’t even rec
ognize as if I’m speaking a foreign language. Marvin fucks me hard and fast, and the painful experience soon surpasses, just like when he was spanking me as it turns into bolts of pleasure.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I scream out as my body bursts in pleasurable waves that have me crying out and clutching at Marvin. He gives a hard thrust, then another, and follows me into orgasm. His hand presses against my thigh so that he can grind harder against me. Until his rhythm picks up and he’s thrusting so quickly, and making primal sounds that I know that I didn’t come alone.

  “Emily, Emily, you are a bad girl. I was going to save that right for the end.”

  “You were going to punish me a little longer.”

  He laughs as he pulls away, “I don’t like the term punishment. Aren’t you enjoying it?”

  He moves away from me and all of a sudden I feel blinded and helpless.

  “Marvin?”

  I stretch my hands out to try and touch him, but then I hear his voice as he says, “One minute. The limo’s stopped, don’t worry let’s get you fixed and then we’ll go back to the hotel.”

  Are we back already?

  A panic sets through me as I reach up and try and take my blindfold off, but then I feel his hands doing it for me.

  He’s wearing a white shirt and matching pants; he looks completely relaxed as he kisses me on the lips. I inhale his woody scent and smile, “That’s the best tour I’ve ever been on.”

  He smirks, “You’re not the only one. I enjoyed the ride.”

  He lifts up my panties and holds them to his nose and closes his eyes.

  “I want that as a memorabilia of how good you tasted, just put on your dress. I want to think about your invitation. Your pussy ready for me to take it whenever I want.”

  I smile, “And where you want?”

  He nods, “You’re learning Emily. A lot quicker than I could have ever envisaged.”