Widow on the Loose

by Stevie MacFarlane

  “Good girl,” he praised, laughing. “However, the next time you question my decisions regarding what’s best for your health and safety, you’ll be sitting very carefully for a good many days.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she sighed, wiggling into a more comfortable position. She felt she was remarkably compliant as he squeezed bulb after bulb into her well-greased bottom. This time it didn’t seem at all unpleasant, but that could have been because she was slightly humping her pussy against his knee. The towel over his lap was soft and luxurious. It easily bunched up nicely.

  “Lord, you’re really pushing it tonight,” he noted, patting her bottom. “One would think you were looking for a serious punishment.”

  “Sorry,” she purred, humping and wiggling.

  “Don’t you dare come, you little brat,” he warned.

  Yelping she stopped. The bulb was now all the way in and he was squeezing it hard, flooding her bottom.

  “Okay, okay,” she cried.

  “That’s the last one, or I can go refill the basin if you think you need more,” he offered.

  “No, that’s enough,” she replied. “I’m sure that’s enough. May I go now?”

  “Yes,” he snapped.

  Quickly, she slipped off his lap and ran to the bathroom. Sitting down on the toilet, she relaxed, forcing herself to keep her fingers away from her clit. Amazingly, when she was done, she felt strangely lighter and refreshed. If it hadn’t been for the aching need between her thighs she might have actually liked the whole process. Who knew an enema could be so exciting, especially one that was “forced” on her? God, what a hypocrite she was she thought with a grin. There definitely was a certain something about playing the little girl that appealed to her. After all, nothing would ever be her fault. Every decision would be on him. She was just the poor, innocent victim of his amazing sexual appetites and prowess. There were certainly worse places to be than over Travis’s lap. Smiling she headed back to the bedroom to see what her daddy had planned now.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Travis was on the bed waiting for her and it was slightly disappointing to note he was still fully dressed. When was she going to get to see and touch that fabulous body? He motioned her to him and hugged her close.

  “How are you, sweetheart?”

  “Good,” she replied, snuggling into his arms.

  “Daddy wants to see how your pretty nipples are faring,” he said, holding her away from him. “Are they hurting?”

  “Not really. I’m just very conscious of them. It’s different. Usually unless you’re touching them or sucking them I don’t think much about them. Now I’m sort of aware of them all the time.”

  “And that’s exactly how they should feel. Not truly painful, but a touch uncomfortable,” he informed her, tugging gently on the chain. “Up on the bed now,” he instructed.

  Claire began to climb onto the bed on her knees.

  “No, baby, on your back with your knees spread. Daddy wants to inspect your sweet pussy.”

  She complied letting him adjust her into the position he wanted.

  “Put your hands behind your head, sweetie. I don’t want you interfering.”

  “Not much chance of that,” she whispered under her breath.

  “What was that?” he asked, crawling forward and pushing her legs outward a little more.

  “Nothing, Daddy, inspect away.”

  “Are you being fresh?”

  Claire giggled.

  “Fresh is not the word I would use,” she answered. “I was fresh an hour ago. Now I’m downright soggy,” she quipped.

  Travis’s laugh surprised her.

  “Are you going to play right or do I just need to fuck the hell out of you?” he asked with a groan.

  “Sorry, sweet Daddy,” she repented. “Please be gentle with my little kitty,” she pleaded with wide eyes. “I’m sure I can be good, very good if you want to um… inspect me. On the other hand, if you really want to fuck the hell out of me…”

  In a heartbeat he rolled her over and proceeded to pepper her ass with swats. Claire tried to wiggle away, but he was straddling her legs. A remarkably short time later she was crying and begging for another chance.

  “Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I swear it,” she yelled.

  “I don’t believe you for a moment,” Travis shot back as he flipped her over onto her sore ass with a satisfied smile. “However, I’m having too good a time to stop now, so be quiet.”

  Claire nodded her agreement and brushed the tears off her cheeks.

  “Where are your hands supposed to be?”

  Instantly she put them behind her head.

  “Good girl,” he praised.

  Claire snorted, then hiccupped.

  Gently Travis used his fingers to spread her lower lips apart. His broad shoulders kept her legs open.

  “Everything looks beautiful,” he observed, letting his hot breath fan over her. “I especially like this silky little mons. I want you to keep it just like this all the time.” He patted it firmly several times and Claire felt a jolt go through her.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

  Keeping his weight on his forearms, he moved a little closer, his finger skimming along her slick crease. It slid easily inside her. Pressing deeply, he curved the tip and rubbed.

  “Holy crap,” she yelled, nearly vibrating with pleasure.

  “Now is that anyway for a properly brought up young lady to talk?” he asked, blowing on her clit. “Is it?” he repeated.

  “Ah… nooo,” she wailed, arching her back.

  “No it’s not and I think Daddy will have to spank your naughty little clit with his tongue,” he sighed, adding actions to words.

  His tongue drove her out of her mind as it poked her most sensitive area over and over, much like a tiny thrashing. Her hand reached down and grasped his hair, pulling him closer.

  “Now I’m going to have to punish you even further,” he said sternly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insert two fingers inside you. Be a good girl and let go of Daddy’s hair,” he scolded as he added a second finger.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she cried as she released his hair and clutched the bedclothes. “May I come now, please may I come?” she begged.

  “Not yet. You haven’t been properly disciplined have you?” he whispered as his lips nibbled on her nub.

  “I have, really I have,” she cried out. “I… I’ve been spanked and given… ugh… an enema and now your filling me up with… oh please, Daddy, please,” she screamed as he drew her swollen pearl into his mouth and sucked as he lashed it with his tongue.

  Claire trembled, fearing she was too old for this shit and might just have a heart attack. Finally, Travis released her, licking her as though he couldn’t bear to stop.

  “All right, little one,” he asserted. “You may come, but only once. The rest we’re saving until my cock is deep in your ass. I want to feel your orgasm, baby mine,” he insisted, using his thumb to strum her clit. Reaching up, he grasped the chain between her breasts and tugged.

  Claire shattered, flying apart into so many pieces she knew she’d never be whole again. Her hips frantically humped his fingers as the most primal and disturbing noises filled her ears. It was her, making those ragged, heart-wrenching sounds, yet she couldn’t stop. Travis stayed with her, pumping in and out of her pussy hard as he continued to suckle her button. She could feel her pussy and even her womb clenching over and over again in strong, nearly violent contractions that stole her breath and her vision.

  Another one was building; she could feel it coming for her, trying to drag her into oblivion. Reaching up, she grabbed his shirt with more strength than she ever imagined she possessed and pulled him to her as she half sat up.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed before her lips seized his, tasting her body’s essence on him. If he was shocked, he didn’t show it. She was almost animalistic in her demands. He pried her hands off his shirt and flipped her over onto her belly.
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  “I’m going to,” he ground out, grasping her hips and lifting them until she was on her knees, head down. “Right here,” he insisted, pushing his still slick finger into her ass. “And you’re going to take it.”

  Rising from the bed, he stripped naked, faster than she’d ever seen him move. Her eyes followed him as her breath came in short, sharp bursts. From the bedside table he picked up two tubes and crawled behind her.

  Claire didn’t speak, didn’t ask what they were or what he was going to do with them. There was no point. He was going to do as he pleased and she wasn’t going to deny him, not now, maybe not ever.

  As hard as it was to believe, this man knew her. Knew what she needed, what she wanted and probably what she secretly desired. What could she hide from him? Nothing. What would she do for him? Everything!

  For a while the room was eerily quiet. Neither spoke. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and an occasional moan from Claire as his finger lubed her ass. A first it was one finger, seeking, opening, stretching. Then it was two. This was harder to accept but still she kept quiet, paused on the edge of pain. Her little groans bordered on whimpers.

  “You’re doing well, baby mine,” he said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you if I can help it. This is a numbing gel,” he told her. “It will help you. Try to relax, honey, while I open you up. The only thing that will be difficult is when I put the head of my cock in. Once that’s over, I think you’ll like it, at least I hope so. When I tell you, bear down like you’re trying to go to the bathroom.”

  Claire nodded and buried her face in the pillow.

  ***

  Travis had already coated his cock with regular lube. It was supposed to be the slipperiest stuff on the market and he hoped it was because, looking at her small opening, it was going to be a very tight fit. Removing his fingers, he positioned his dick and pressed, slowly.

  Claire tensed and he paused.

  “Bear down, baby,” he ordered sternly. “Unclench that ass or this will be much harder than it has to be.” His hand stroked her hip as he tried to soothe her. He waited. Rubbing her back he whispered soft, reassuring endearments, senseless things really but they seemed to help. He felt her relaxing under his touch.

  “God, baby, I feel like this is a dream. I’m so close to taking a part of you that no one’s ever touched. Do you have any idea how that feels?” he groaned, taking advantage of her body’s response to him. “Soon I’ll be inside your most private place, claiming it and you as my own, now bear down, Claire,” he ordered in his sternest voice, knowing even that would help her surrender.

  She did, he felt her pushing, opening, giving him just enough room to edge the tip of his cock inside her tight opening.

  “Oh”, she squealed, “it’s too big, too much, please stop!”

  “Safe word now if you have to, baby, because you have about two seconds,” he rasped out.

  She looked at him over her shoulder, bit her lip and nodded.

  Travis moved, pushing the widest part of his cock past her sphincter until it was firmly lodged inside her. She shook, trembling violently, crying her eyes out. He felt her clenching around him, trying to force him back out.

  “Oh no, baby girl,” he warned, “I’m not leaving. The worst is over.” Picking up the lube he squirted in directly on his cock and around her rim. “Relax now,” he soothed. “Give it a few minutes and open for Daddy.”

  He watched her struggle and it meant everything to him. Even now she could stop him if she wanted to, say the word that would end everything, but she didn’t. He heard her ragged breaths as she tried to get herself under control, felt her bottom as she unclenched then clenched again. It was all he could do to hold still. His body urged him to plunge ahead, his mind warned against it.

  Finally, her shoulders relaxed and sagged to the bed as though in defeat. She shuddered, her bottom opened to him and a loud broken sigh escaped from her throat. He wanted to tell her she wasn’t defeated, hadn’t been vanquished, but he couldn’t spare the breath as he slid deeper, holding her hips in his hands. He felt his balls bump her. He was home. She’d taken all of him and he reveled in his accomplishment, savoring his power, the power she’d given him.

  Travis began to move slowly, pulling back until he felt the tightness just below the head of his cock. Carefully he eased back in repeating the incredibly pleasurable journey. It occurred to him he wasn’t really fucking her, not in the truest sense of the word. He was giving of himself as much as he was taking and maybe he wasn’t taking at all. Her whimpers were slowly morphing into moans. Pulling back, he used more lube and glided in once again. Sighs escaped her and he sensed her hips, her ass, tip toward him. He felt fantastic.

  “God, I love you so,” he whispered just before a groan nailed him when she squeezed. He kept a measured, steady pace refusing to risk injuring her.

  “Travis?” she whispered.

  “Who am I?” he asked teasingly as he swatted her left cheek.

  “Daddy,” she replied softly.

  “What did you want to say, baby?”

  “Um, this feels really good,” she exhaled in wonder.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes,” she hissed when he pulled her bottom tightly against him. He held her there and she wiggled and heaved a little sigh.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling nearly all the way back out.

  “No,” Claire wailed, “but can I um… touch my clit?”

  It was all he could do not to laugh. Leave it to Claire to already be seeking an orgasm.

  “Not yet, baby. I want to see something first,” he replied, shoving back in until he bumped her bottom, hard. What the fuck! He was going to come if he wasn’t careful.

  “But, Daddy, I really need to…I just want… I’m feeling very tense,” she growled out, clenching her bottom and almost sending him over the edge whether he wanted it or not.

  “You listen to me, little girl. Your job is to mind me. I want your bottom open for me to do with as I please,” he insisted, giving her two sharp swats, one to each cheek which he knew would only excite her more. “You keep those busy little fingers away from my pussy unless I tell you otherwise,” he advised, cracking each cheek again. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she cried as he picked up a little speed with each gentle thrust, “but…

  “But what if I come anyway?” she gasped out, kicking her feet a little.

  “What if you come from getting your sweet ass fucked, without any other stimulation?” he asked in amazement.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she cried, lifting her ass higher. “Will you be mad?”

  “No, baby, in fact, Daddy will feel like he won the lottery,” he informed her. With a grunt he squirted more lube on them both and began to really fuck her, albeit carefully.

  “That’s good,” she cried out. “Because I think I’m going to right nowww, holy shit,” she screamed. “What the…”

  Her body shuddered, clamping down on his deeply buried cock in rhythmic contractions that tore a moan from his guts as he spilled his seed deep into her bowels. She gripped him so tightly he could only bump against her, but her wildly humping bottom more than made up for his lack of motion. His vision blurred and he collapsed onto her back, pinning her to the bed as he listened to the sweetest cries he’d ever heard coming from her lips.

  “Travis, Daddy, Travis, oh whoever you are,” she sobbed out. “That was the hardest… I was… colors, bright bursting colors and… I can’t breathe.”

  Immediately Travis lifted his weight off her.

  “No, don’t pull out,” she begged, squeezing him. “I want to keep you there, hugging your cock for a long time,” she sighed, resting her head on the pillow.

  He watched her fingers uncurl, releasing the bedclothes she’d been clutching. They smoothed the sheet unconsciously, as though she were petting a soft furry creature. Every part of her body seemed soft and liquid except her bottom which still held him snuggly.


  Travis was spent, but still fairly hard. He could easily take a few minutes’ breather and fuck her again, staying in that gorgeous ass until he shot another load into her, but he knew it would be a mistake. Most likely she’d be a little sore from this, but another fucking might make it worse and Travis really, really wanted her to like getting her beautiful ass filled. With a sigh of resignation and shaking his head, he began to pull out.

  “No, Daddy, don’t,” she protested. “I want you to… ow, ow, ow,” she squealed, rolling onto her side and putting her hand protectively over her bottom as she looked at him accusingly. “That hurt,” she pouted.

  “It’s just the head, baby. It hurts going in and sometimes it hurts a little coming out,” he said, smiling as he climbed off the bed.

  “You should have done what I said,” she insisted with a frown. “It felt better before.”

  “Did it hurt enough coming out that you don’t want to do it again?” he challenged, planting his hands on his hips and staring down at her.

  “Well, no,” she admitted reluctantly.

  Laughing, he reached down and grabbed her hand pulling her from the bed.

  “Come on, we’re going to take a shower. After that I might give you a treat.”

  “What kind of treat?” she asked happily as she watched his ass and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

  Travis saw her in the mirror and rolled his eyes. Reaching in, he adjusted the water.

  “I think you just might be insatiable, little girl,” he stated holding out his hand to help her over the side of the tub.

  “Is that a bad thing?” she asked.

  “Not in my book,” he replied with a laugh, slapping her ass as she passed him.