by Amy Brent
I got to the house and found that Lila hadn’t come home. I walked up to my second-floor suite and undressed thinking of Gemma. I could invite her over and have her right then, but I knew I’d do better to let our date play out.
I thought about the office issues and how Dax was going to keep looking into Samantha. I had a feeling there had to be more to that story. It was enough to put me in a sour mood, so I stripped off my clothes and decided to take a shower.
As I stepped under the spray, I tried to imagine something peaceful, and my mind went back to Gemma between my legs, her mouth opened wide and empty; but not for long.
I gripped my cock and thought about her there, and when I closed my eyes, it was like a movie playing in my head. She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around on my head, taking special care to tend to my teary eye. I worked for my hand down my shaft, imagining her trailing her tongue there, trailing along my veiny flesh.
My balls ached, and I lay back against the wall and stroked it long and steady, and my mind took over, and soon I imagined Gemma as I’d first met her, I tried to push the thought out of my head, to imagine her now, but it was no use. Her wide and curious eyes looked up from her knees, and I held her head, steadying her so I could fuck that pretty face. She wore little makeup back then, and the smattering of freckles across her cheeks was so much more noticeable than it is today hidden under all that makeup, and her lips had always been so red that she looked like she’d eaten fresh berries.
Her breasts had been no more than handfuls then, but boy had she developed over that first summer. She’d really blossomed through the years, and even though her breasts weren’t overly large, they were perky and big enough for her to keep them pushed up beneath her revealing blouses.
I wondered if that freckled-faced girl was still beneath all of that make up and if her pouty lips had lost their color. I wanted to get her in my shower with me and strip her down to her bare assets and see if that younger version still existed—the one I’d kissed at eighteen. I dared not let myself think of other things, but it was hard to keep my mind from trailing back to the times when she’d come over, and she and Lila would walk around in skimpy nighties. I’d had to put a stop to it because Gemma had caught my attention. I’d done the right thing in having them change. And it was only after I noticed Gemma’s ass hanging out of her tiny, cotton shorts.
I knew that an inappropriate thought or two crossed my mind, but I had quickly scolded myself and then Lila and the problem were solved. I worked my cock and wondered if Gemma knew then what kind of attention she was getting and if she liked it. Perhaps my kissing her that night, the night she claimed is the night she decided to save it for me, had saved her from being a little slut and giving it away to every guy she seen.
I also wondered how many cocks she’d had in that well-trained throat of hers again, and as I imagined her down on her knees blowing a whole line of guys, I knew my fantasies were out of control, especially when the thoughts pissed me off.
I didn’t like the thoughts of other men using her pretty mouth any more than I liked anyone trying to get at my own daughter and I knew that once I had Gemma, I wasn’t going to want anyone else ever to have her. I was too protective of her. Thinking of how she was so innocent behind all of that sex appeal, it was really a dangerous combination for us both.
I had no doubts men had tried to get with her, and I wondered how often that playful flirting had gotten her on her knees. Had she ever found herself in a bad situation while refusing to put out more?
My fantasies turned even darker there, and I pulled myself away from that and opened my eyes. My cock was rock-hard, and an angry red color against my hand and I felt the threat of my balls tightening which told me to hold back.
I wanted to edge this a little more, to think about my sweet Gemma down on her face, her strawberry blond hair in pigtails. I’d grip them and work her on me, fucking her face as she reached down and rubbed her pussy. She’d done it under that desk, rubbed it so good I could hear her breathing increase and the tension in her body as she wanted to scream out in pleasure.
Only she hadn’t been able to. I thought of Mary and played out another scenario in my head. One of Mary coming around that desk to see Gemma on her knees.
“I’ll tell everyone if you don’t let me have a taste too,” she said.
Gemma stared up at her and smiled. “I don’t mind sharing, Mary. Come kneel with me.” And then in a moment, both of them were on me, their mouths each working one side of my cock, their lips kissing around it, their hands rubbing themselves as they moaned. I opened my eyes again knowing it was a far-fetched thought, but a hot one none the less.
I knew Gemma would never go for it, and especially anything I could dream up after.
I closed my eyes and was back to my dream of us, and she was no longer kneeling with a mouthful of my cock, but she was spread out beneath me naked. Her tight nipples a bright pink, just the same as her lips had always been. I buried deep inside that tight little virgin hole, and soon I felt the pinch in my balls as my cock swelled. A second later I pumped it faster as thick jets of my come spilled to the shower floor and washed down the drain, but in my mind, they had soaked her depths so full that when I pulled out, it poured out behind me.
In my fantasies, she’d always stood up after and let the release run down her legs, and I made up my mind right there that not only was I going to fuck her senseless, but I was going to do it totally bare. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh. I wanted to plant my fucking seed deep inside that little hole and mark her as mine.
But I was still fantasizing, wasn’t I? One thing was for sure. I was going to have her.
Chapter 12
Gemma
I had assured Whitt that getting a ride to his house from an Uber was the best way. I didn’t need my car in the driveway, and he didn’t need to bother picking me up when I knew the way. It wasn’t like I hadn’t practically grown up in the house, so getting there was not going to be a problem.
The fact that Lila had been staying at Daniel’s house worked to our favor, and though I knew her father didn’t approve, it wasn’t much different than him and I hooking up. Actually, we might be a bit worse, since the age difference was much bigger.
As the Uber turned into the gated drive, I couldn’t help but be a bit excited and maybe a bit nervous. I’d waited a long time for this, and my dream was about to come true.
I walked in much as I had for years, except this time I knew he was waiting for me, so instead of bee-lining to the third story suite where Lila stayed, I headed up the front stairs directly to his suite.
He was in his room, turning back the bed. “I hope it was okay to let myself in.”
“I left the door open for you. I thought you might.” He crossed the room, and I took in the sight of him in his joggers and tight-fitting tee. He was handsome, even more so now, with his graying hair and the five o’clock stubble he’d let become a permanent part of his look. He worked out more too, and his muscles were even more defined beneath the tight shirt which hugged him in all the right places.
He planted a kiss on my lips. “You look beautiful, Gemma. I can only wonder if that white dress you’re wearing is symbolic?” He gave a soft laugh.
I had worn the dress especially for him, and I’d bought it a few years back hoping he’d one day get to see it. I had fed into my fantasies and had even purchased my lingerie especially for the occasion too.
“It is. Do you like it?”
“It’s very sexy. Makes you look even younger.” He raked his hand through his hair, and I wondered if that would be a problem for him. I had thought that we’d broken past the age barrier, though I admitted when I’d bought the baby doll style dress, I knew what I was doing. The high waist and soft white lacy fabric had given it a wedding dress feel, and I was going for the look of a young, virgin bride.
“If you don’t like it, I can always take it off.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Oh, you’l
l be taking it off, but I think, for now, you can leave it on. And I do like it very much.” He walked me to the bed, and we stood beside it.
“Pull your dress up and let me see your panties.”
I blushed and did as I was told. I had waxed especially for the occasion, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction and hoped it was a good one. I had always wanted to be his special girl, but I wanted him to see me as he had the cook; older and sophisticated. Now, since I’d gotten closer to it becoming a reality, I found I wanted him to be so much more.
I turned a circle as he watched and twirled his finger. “Now, slip them down slowly.”
“Do you want me to take off the dress?”
“No, I want to see you with those little lace panties around your knees.” He crossed his arms, resting a hand against his chin.
I slipped my panties down, and he smiled. “Like this?”
He nodded. “Very nice. You waxed your little mound nice and smooth. You’ve had a certain kind of fantasy for a long time, haven’t you, Gemma.” I blushed and nodded my head knowing I’d only recently wanted him to see me as his special girl; the girl who fell in love with him.
“That’s very naughty. You’re trying to make me feel like a dirty old man, aren’t you?” He walked forward and spun me around to face the bed. “Lay down.”
I was fearful he’d punish me for taunting the same way he’d punished me for spying and no telling what he’d come up with this time. A slow smile spread my face as I realized fear wasn’t an accurate description of what I was feeling. I wanted him to punish me. I was anxious about it.
I lay across the bed with my little ass up in the air and my panties down around my knees. My dress had slipped down from my waist, and he pushed it up, exposing me, and then I felt his mouth against my inner thigh.
He slowly licked his way up, and before I knew it, he spread my cheeks and licked my tight hole. I clenched, and he laughed, then he slid his tongue lower, lapping at my virgin hole now and then flicking my tender clit. When I’d feel his tongue land there, I’d wiggle and moan.
“You like that, don’t you Gemma. You’re a naughty little girl.” His hand came down on my ass hard, and I clenched and squealed. “Mm. I could take you right now, just like this. Is that what you want?”
I shook my head and gave a pouty, negative response which earned me another spanking. His hand fell across my ass, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to need you to speak to me, Gemma. No nonverbal responses.”
I nodded and quickly spoke, “Yes, Mr. Porter.”
“Mr. Porter, is it? Just yesterday you were calling me Whitt. But I think I like this much better. Let’s not forget who we are, right?”
“Yes, sir,” I said as he stepped away from me. “What will you call me?”
“Stand up.” I did as I was told and he took me into his arms and pulled me close. “What do you want me to call you?”
“When we’re alone, I’d like to be your baby girl.” I put my arms up over his head, and he seemed conflicted.
He smiled and shook his head. “You’re a very naughty girl. Good thing for you I can separate fantasy and reality. You know, I’ve had to do it a few times where you’re concerned.” The thought made me tingle. He’d thought naughty things about me in the past. I wondered how long ago he’d begun to fantasize about me and my need grew, aching between my legs. I’d waited so long for this.
“I want to see you.” I looked up into his eyes and stepped closer, pressing my hand to his chest before slipping my hand down and tugging up his shirt.
He stripped off his t-shirt and gestured to his buckle. “Undo it. Show me what you want and how bad you want it.”
I accepted his challenge and unbuckled his belt, then I reached inside and stroked his hard cock that had strained against his jeans. I went to my knees and took him into my mouth with greedy intent. I sucked hard, jerking his base as my other hand kneaded his heavy sac.
“You feel that? It’s your reward. I’m going to give it to you. You’ve had your eyes on that prize for a long time, haven’t you?”
I nodded and then pulled back gurgling a yes from my throat. I bobbed my head quickly, and he stroked my hair.
“You’re a good girl, Gemma. Now stand up.” He pulled me up into his arms, and we kissed, our tongues mingling together in a sensual dance. I was still in my dress, with my panties around my ankles, and he picked me up against him and brought me down to the bed. He stood and pulled my panties off of my feet and then he pulled me forward to sit and slipped my little dress up over my head. I cupped my breasts, and he reached and removed my hands. “Take it off, baby girl. Show me those sweet tits.”
I did as he told me and reached back to unhook my bra. My nipples were nice and tight, and he leaned forward taking one into his mouth as he tended the other with his thumb. I moaned, and he pushed me back, coming up over me, nudging his way between my legs.
“I can’t wait to get inside that tight little hole. I’m going to be easy, but it’s going to hurt.” He gripped his cock as if specifically saying his huge member would do some damage.
“I want it.” I grabbed his hips, and he held his cock to my entrance and pressed it against my slick folds.
“You’re going to get it.” He pushed his cock against my barrier and met my eyes. “This is what you’ve wanted.” He pushed hard, and I felt a burning sting as his cock sliced through my tight membrane, ripping it apart.
I winced, and he kept his eyes on me, focused hard. “Mm. That’s my baby girl. Such a tight fucking hole.” He winced and rocked his hips as he nudged deeper. “Fuck, baby.” His words had me swooning, and it almost took away all of my pain, but I was stretched to my limits, my channel straining around his cock.
He worked his hips, thrusting deep and slow.
“Harder, please. Faster.” I wanted to be fucked hard. But I knew he was going to continue to be gentle if I didn’t beg.
“Just a little.” He thrust his hips a bit faster, all the time watching my face.
“Please,” I begged.
“Mm. That word is so hot on your pretty lips. How about you climb on and ride me. You’ll be able to go as hard and fast as you want.” He pulled out, and I wanted to cry at the empty feeling, and I wondered if it would hurt worse going back in. I had my answer as I climbed on him and eased down on his cock.
The pain was like a hot knife, but I knew it would pass once he was buried deep. I inched my way down and moaned as the pain turned to the soothing ache of pleasure. He hit my depths, and as he filled me up completely, he stroked every part of me. There was one spot that was so good I ground against it, and he reached up and rubbed my breast, pinching my nipple so hard I cried out and found my release.
“That’s right, baby girl. Come all over my cock.” He pumped his hips upward, and then he lifted me up and took me to the dresser where he propped me and thrust hard, grunting wildly as he rutted deep.
I cried out and locked my legs around him tighter, another release washing over me like a warm bath. Soon he took my back to the bed and threw me down, hitching my legs up over his shoulders.
“Fuck yeah, Gemma. I’m going to come so good, baby girl. Tell me where you want me to put it.” His face was hard with concentration, and I had a feeling his release was on the verge.
“Please, please don’t pull away.” I threw my arms around him and locked my ankles as tight as I could to hold him. “Please fill me up.” I had prepared myself for a fight, but he relaxed against me.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, please!” I held him tight. This was the man I loved. The man I’d waited for, and had wanted to give my virginity to. All of my fantasies together hadn’t been as hot as the real deal with him, especially a moment later, when he thrust hard and deep and his cock spasmed inside me. It felt so amazing that my walls tightened and I came as his hot come splashed my depths.
We stilled together as if all of
our energy had suddenly run out and I buried my face against him. Then he lifted me from the bed, still buried inside me and didn’t put me down until we made it to the shower. He stood me on the bath rug as he pulled out and I clenched as I felt his seed trickle down my leg with the remnants of my virginity.
Chapter 13
Whitt
Gemma was so sexy, and even though she’d gone a bit taboo on me, I managed to keep seeing her as the young woman before me. As she stood in the shower spray, her makeup washed away to reveal that smatter of pale freckles and those rose petal lips. Her nipples were tight and pink as was her little pussy which was still no doubt dripping from the heavy load I’d given her.
I knew it was risky, and I should have been more careful, but I had dreamt of doing it so many times that I couldn’t deny her when she’d begged for it. It had felt so good to soak her tight hole, and I couldn’t wait to get back inside her.
