This foreign exchange student thing was the worst idea ever, I thought. We should have just bought Lana a puppy or something.
I crossed the family room quickly and blocked the bottom of the stairs. I held my hands wide as she tried to get by me.
“What are you doing?” I cried. “This is insane. Nancy would never believe you anyway.”
She stopped pushing for a moment and stepped back, then said, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, there is no way she would believe you. She would think you’re fucking crazy,” I responded.
I watched as she cleared her throat and then started to shout loudly, “NANCY! MS. NANCY!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, trying to keep her quiet.
I put my hand over her mouth and she giggled underneath my fingers. I actually wasn’t sure whether or not Nancy would believe her if she lied to her. We had trust in our marriage, but this girl seemed like she could be pretty convincing if she wanted too.
“Jesus, where are you from again?” I asked, starting to feel exhausted and queezy from the whole experience.
She continued to giggle and then pulled my hand away from her mouth. Her smile said it all. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing and I started to doubt what she had said about her only having sex with one person in her whole life.
I couldn’t believe how manipulative she was and I felt like she was backing me into a corner and not giving me too many choices. Somehow, and I didn’t know how, she had the upper hand.
But not for long...
My cock was still raging hard in my pants and it didn’t show any signs of going soft.
“I don’t know who you think you are, coming into my house and manipulating me,” I said, as a combination of anger and sexual tension rose within me. “But I think I’m going to teach you a lesson in manners.”
The tides were starting to turn and I could tell that she recognized it. Her giggled turned into more of a nervous laughter.
I stepped close to her and pushed her up against the wall. The bulge in my pants rubbed the outside of her dress, right against her pussy.
“Oh, Papi,” she said. “You’re going to give it to me like a man?”
I grabbed her wrists and put them over her head. We were still at the bottom of the stairs, which meant that Nancy could pop her head in at any moment. I was falling right into her trap, but I didn’t even care any more.
“Papi?” I asked. “I think you better call me, Daddy. We’re in America now.”
“Da...” she started to say. Her lip pouted out as she said, “I like Papi better. But if you don’t like it, we can always ask Nancy what she thinks?”
Little fucking bitch, I thought.
The more that I realized she was wrapping me around her finger, the more angry I got. I squeezed her wrists tightly, still holding them above her head.
“Why don’t you be a good Papi and show me how American men take care of their women. I want you to fill me up,” she said, her accent so thick that it was getting harder and harder to understand her.
I was so turned on that I was getting lightheaded. The smell of her perfume and body had become intoxicating and all I could think about was being inside of her.
Before I could even say another word, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. They were soft and sweet and tasted like cherry flavored lip gloss. Her tongue dashed in and out of my mouth quickly and for a moment, I forgot that Nancy was right upstairs. I leaned into her kiss and pressed my body into hers, causing her to moan out softly.
Whoa, what in the fuck are you doing, Steven? I asked myself.
I pulled away quickly, still thinking that maybe I could talk myself out of it. Our eyes were locked as a sarcastic little smirk crossed her face. It was clear that she thought that she was winning.
Fuck this shit, I thought.
I grabbed her by the waist and picked her up under one arm. I was done messing around and if it was my cock that she wanted, then it was my cock that she was going to get.
I pushed her over the back of the couch, so that she was bent over in front of me.
“Papi,” she whispered. “I’ve been a bad chica. Maybe you should punish me.”
I felt like she definitely deserved some punishment for all that she was putting me through.
I put my hand to her upper thigh and slid it all the way up to her lower back, causing her dress to be pulled up to her waist. Her white cotton panties were exposed, along with the wet spot that had gotten even bigger since the last time I saw it.
I brought my hand up and slapped her right cheek as hard as I could. It left a stinging sensation in my hand and a bright red mark on her ass.
“Aye yai yai,” she whispered.
I touched the spot that I had just spanked. There was already a slightly raised welt from my hand.
“I thought you American men had more power than that,” she said, as she bit her bottom lip.
I spanked her again, but on the other cheek. This time I brought my hand down ever harder across her ass.
The wet spot in her panties grew even larger. They were so wet that they became slightly opaque and I could make out her little pink flower underneath. My cock was ready to break out of the pants that imprisoned it and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
I took my belt off and let my pants fall to the floor. Then I slid off my boxers, letting them drop to my feet. It was such a relief to finally have my cock free from it’s constraints. It throbbed as it anticipated her wet hole.
“Papi, one more time. Spank me like a bad girl,” she said.
This has gone from weird, to just plain incredible, I thought.
I stepped close to her and felt the tip of my dick touch the wet spot on her panties. I brought my hand up one last time and slapped her ass hard.
“Oh, yes!” she cried.
I put my hand over her mouth.
“We have to be quiet,” I whispered in her ear, between gritted teeth. “You’re already trying to get me enough trouble. Now shut the fuck up.”
I reached over her and grabbed a pillow off of the couch. I put it next to her head and she immediately knew what to do. She pushed her face down into it, so as to muffle the sounds of her cries of pleasure.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” I whispered.
She shook her head from side to side.
Without saying another word, I got onto my knees. I wanted to eat her tight little foreign pussy from behind. I brought one hand to each of her cheeks and laid them on the red marks I had just made. Then, I laid my tongue on the crease between her thigh and her butt. I let it slide up towards her pussy, dancing between the edge of the cloth panties and her skin. I listened as she moaned into the pillow.
I slowly brought my tongue to the ever-growing wet spot on her panties and started licking her pussy over the cloth. She reached back and grabbed my hair with both hands.
“Mmm, hmm,” she mumbled.
I licked up and down and with each stroke, her panties got more damp. I didn’t know how much time I had, though, before Nancy would be coming down the stairs, so I quit messing around with the foreplay.
I stood up and grabbed the edge of her panties and then gave a quick and hard pull. Her panties made a loud tearing sound as I ripped them off of her, revealing her shiny pink flower. The mangled cloth slid between her legs and down to the floor.
I touched her pussy and was completely amazed at how soaking wet she was. Nancy was never able to get that wet. Her dripping pussy turned me on even more and suddenly, I felt pretty good about the decision I had made.
She may be crazy, but fuck, she’s hot, I thought.
I brought the tip of my cock to her wet opening and pushed in firmly. Her tight little pussy had to stretch to accommodate it and she let out a loud moan into the pillow. I pulled out and noticed the shine she had caused on my tip from her juices.
I plunged in again, deeper this time. She grabbed the top of the couch with both ha
nds and squeezed hard.
I pulled out completely and then plunged in again, this time all the way. My entire cock was inside of her, filling her up. Her pussy was wrapped tight around my member and it felt incredible.
I grabbed her dress and pulled it up further so that it was bunched up around her stomach. I looked down and watched as my cock entered her, slowly at first and then faster. With every thrust, my dick would come back out with even more of a shine on it. Her dripping lubrication slowly turned into an all out waterfall, pouring out from around my cock.
Holy fuck, I thought.
I put one hand around her hip and continued pounding her hard. I brought the other hand up to her tits, which were still hidden by her dress. I immediately pulled the dress down, exposing her naked breasts to the air.
Her nipples were rock hard and I ran my hands over them, letting them slide between my fingers. I gave them a light pinch and then pulled outward, causing them to stand even more erect.
“Mmm, hmm!!!” Veronica cried.
I continued thrusting deep, my balls slapping hard against her tiny clit.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you came to America for?” I whispered, leaning in towards her ear.
I spanked her again, right on top of the previous welt I had created.
“Answer me,” I said, a bit louder this time.
She pulled her face away from the pillow and said, “Yes, Papi. This is what I wanted.”
I felt like I could blow my load at any second, but I wanted more. I wasn’t ready to finish yet.
I pulled out and grabbed her by the waist again, carrying her over to the mini bar that my wife had me install just weeks earlier.
“Get on your knees, Chica,” I said, smirking.
She smiled back and responded, “So, you DO know Spanish.”
My cock and balls were completely covered in her juices.
“Lick it clean,” I ordered.
Without hesitation, she grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed in firmly, causing her to gag. She pulled back quickly. Her eyes started watering which caused her mascara to run down her face to her chin.
“That’s how you like it, huh?” I asked.
She smiled and then opened her mouth again. I pushed my cock deep into her throat. Before she gagged again, I pulled out halfway and then thrust in deep once more.
I placed my hands on the back of her head and started fucking her face, hard. I watched as she reached down with one hand and started playing with her pussy.
“You like this?” I asked. “Well, there’s more coming. I’m not done yet.”
I gave her a few more hard thrusts and then pulled my dick from her mouth. Then I picked her up off of her knees and turned her around, bending her over the mini bar.
Her dress was still completely bunched up around her stomach. Everything else was exposed. I used her dress as a handle and grabbed it with both hands. Then I plunged my dick back into her wet flower.
“Ohh, yes,” she whispered, clearly overwhelmed with sensation.
I pounded her harder and faster than before, my big dick filling up every centimeter of her. Her juices started flowing again, making my cock slip in with ease.
“Fuck yea,” I said. “I’m glad you flew over here, you little Spanish slut.”
She looked back at me and said, “Me too. Now give me what I came for. Cum in me, American man.”
I slammed my dick in her even harder.
“I’ll give you what you fucking came for,” I said, in between breaths. “But I want you to beg for it.”
“Please, Papi, give it to me,” she whispered.
My pace increased.
“Say it like you mean it,” I said.
She grabbed her tits and begged, “Please, please, Papi. Give me that seed.”
I felt the waves of ecstasy rise inside of me as I neared orgasm. My heart started pumping faster and a light layer of sweat covered my body. I watched as she reached back with both hands and grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly. It was the last thing that I needed to make me cum. I grabbed both of her hips and gave her one last deep thrust, releasing my entire load inside of her tight teenage pussy. My cock quivered inside of her as her pussy clamped tightly around it.
“Yes...” she whispered.
I continued fucking her slowly and watched as my cum poured out from around my cock.
“Holy shit,” I said, overwhelmed by the intense orgasm. “That was amazing.”
She stood up, letting my member fall out of her. Without saying a word, she walked over to pick up her clothes. I noticed a river of cum sliding down the inside of her thigh as she walked.
She picked up her ripped panties and held them up as if they were a trophy.
“A souvenir?” I asked, smiling.
She smiled back and then pulled her dress back down, trying to fix some of the wrinkles. Her make up was smeared on her face and there were black lines of mascara running down her cheeks.
“You may want to get cleaned up before you go upstairs,” I said.
I started picking up my clothes and getting dressed. I did my best to clean everything up so that Nancy wouldn’t assume that something had gone on between Veronica and I.
Once we were both dressed, I grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes.
“So, we’re good now, right?” I asked.
She put her hand on her stomach, rubbing her belly in circles.
“We’re good now, Senior Nichols. I got what I came for,” she said.
I felt as my face went pale and a wave of anxiety came over me. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t even considered asking if she was on birth control.
Fuck, I thought.
“Well, let’s get back upstairs before Nancy started to wonder,” I said.
I made my way back up to the living room with Veronica behind me. I turned the corner to see Nancy sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. It looked like she had been waiting there for some time.
“Well, did you complete your tour?” Nancy asked.
My heart started beating through my chest.
Did she hear any of that? I asked myself.
“Um, yeah, the tour is complete,” I said.
I started second guessing myself on if I had done a good enough job of cleaning everything up. I had hoped there weren’t any obvious cum spots that I didn’t notice.
Veronica came and stood next to me. Then, something happened that I was not expecting.
“Did he give you what we were hoping for?” Nancy asked Veronica.
My stomach sank.
“Yes, Ms. Nancy. I got what we wanted,” she responded, as she rubbed her belly again.
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” I asked Nancy.
She smiled calmly back at me and said, “Veronica and I had a little chat after I picked her up from the airport. Her dream was to have a baby from an American man and my dream was to have another baby from you. As you know very well, I’m no longer fertile...but she is. It really is the perfect situation. Everybody wins.”
A wave of nausea came over me. I had been duped by my own wife.
“Um...” I said. “So...you’re not mad?”
Nancy laughed and said, “Of course not, Honey! Or should I call you, Papi Steven?”
The Fertile Library Assistant
Just two weeks after making the decision to go back to college, I was on my way to study in the library that was near my home. It was hard to believe that I was going back, but the job market wasn’t great and I figured that it was a good time to invest in my long-term future.
My mom was very happy that I was going, but my dad was his usual self about it.
“Matt, you’re 32 years old. Are you trying to live out the college years that you missed out on so long ago? Just go get a job, you lazy bum,” he said, when I told him that I had got accepted.
I wasn’t really looking for his approval, thoug
h, so I tried not to let it get to me. It was my life and I was going to do whatever it took to make it great.
Walking up the front steps of the library, I had the realization that I had not been in that building since I was a little kid. I had vague memories of some sort of summer reading club and running through the aisles of books while getting yelled at by the librarian. I couldn’t remember the librarian’s name, but I could picture her face like it was yesterday.
She was older and wore thick-rimmed glasses and always looked angry. She had a permanent scowl on her face and was always muttering to herself. It became the only image of a librarian that I could imagine and it stuck with me for my entire adult life.
I chuckled as I recalled the memory of her. Then I pulled open the double door to the library and let myself in. Immediately, the smell of old books overwhelmed me and brought back a load of childhood memories. Nothing had changed in the building since I was a kid and I wondered if the old librarian still worked there.
She would probably be around 118 years old by now, I laughed to myself, after doing the math in my head.
I stepped over to a small group of tables that were in the corner. The library was practically vacant, except for a couple of people browsing the aisles. The stillness and quiet of the library was soothing and as I sat down, I immediately felt like falling asleep, which was probably more likely than me getting any actual homework done.
I put my backpack up on the table and pulled out the stack of over-priced textbooks that I had purchased for my classes. I still couldn’t believe how expensive college was and I hoped that the great job that was waiting for me after graduation would help me pay off my student loans.
I cracked open one of the books and started reading. I don’t even think I made it through one chapter before I started to doze off.
Fuck, at this rate, I’ll never get through this reading, I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
I needed to get up and move around in order to stay awake, so I stood up from the table and made my way to the bathroom. As I stepped past the counter, I saw a lady standing there checking out some library books for someone.
Ahh, the new librarian, I thought.
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