Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  "Yeah, a lot of them are like that in bed too. Oh, you'll meet the exception now and then, but most just want to cum and go." She gave a hard, sudden tug on me, making me groan. "The faster they can empty their nuts the better they like it."

  She stroked me harder. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat as she worked me with a fierce rhythm.

  "You've got a nice cock," she told me, when I open my eyes. I watched her looking at my cock and her hand, which was just a blur she's working me so fast.

  "Well, thank...you," I panted a little. "But I didn't have a lot of choice in it, its original equipment." Leaning in, I whispered next to her ear. "I have a question, now."

  She shivered. Then purred.

  "Ask away." I ran a finger lightly across where her tattoo was showing.

  "Are you dark or milk chocolate?" I asked, with a grin.

  She cackled a laugh, and then she shook her head and grinned at me.

  "Honey I'm every kind of chocolate there is. It just depends on where you want to taste." She gently raked her long nails under my balls, catching in the wrinkles of skin.

  "What about down here?" I slide a finger through the short, thick curls and across her neither lips. They are already slick-wet under my touch.

  "Ooh...well, that's baker's chocolate." Again she laughed that cackle laugh, and then shook her head. "You know the kind no one ever eats, but my thighs..." She spreads her legs wider and ran a hand down her inner thigh. She then gave the soft flesh a little pat. "Now they're peanut butter."

  I sat up and looked down at her face. "Peanut butter?"

  "Uh, huh." She gave her ass a wiggle on the sheets. "Smooth brown and easy to spread!"

  Laughing, I leaned into her and kissed her softly. Her lips were full and soft against mine. After several minutes my lips left hers and went to those so very dark nipples. They harden quickly as I suck on them. "Oh yeah, baby. Um hum. Yeah," she mumbled.

  Leaving her nipple, after several minutes of soft suckling, I slide lower down her belly, kissing my way towards her dark, tight curls.

  "Honey where you going?" she asked looking down at me.

  "I always loved the taste of baker's chocolate." I circled her belly button with my tongue and blow gently on the wet skin, she shivered. I teased her diamond navel-piercing with my teeth, and then kissed lower.

  "You sure you want to do that, hun?" She brushed her long nails through my hair. "I aren't no little, blonde, white girl with a pussy smelling like sugar cookies."

  I lifted my eyes up from her shiny wet sex and met her gaze. "Well, if I don't like what I smell...I won't lick." I plant a kiss in her dark-wooly curls and then I run my tongue across the puffy lips. "If I don't like what I lick...I won't suck." I took her labia between my lips and sucked at the folds of wet skin, savoring the sweet juices that flooded my mouth. Tired of teasing, I pushed my tongue inside her and lapped at the thicker juices I found inside.

  "Oh yeah...Oh damn, that feels good. Oh, hell yeah. You like what you're doing. I can tell." She clutched at my head, trying to drive my face lower onto her.

  I found her clit; it was hard and sticking out from it hood. I suck on it, licking in slow circles around the base. Then I was running long licks down the length of her, I buried my face into her pussy each time, driving my tongue as deep as it would go. I tasted a dark bitter taste, that ironical enough does remind me of baker's chocolate. I felt her fingers curl in my hair; her hand holding my head in place. I listened, with half my attention, to the sounds she was making to try to judge what she's enjoying the most. After several minutes I learned her body and what she liked. Then, I focused on showing her how to like other things as well.

  Her hips wiggled under me, her ass sliding on the satin sheets.

  "Oh yeah, eat that pussy white boy. Oh, damn!" She started to shake and a low moan began to build behind her teeth like a train whistle. I clutched hard at her thighs and struggled to stay in place as she shuddered and screamed. Her hands clawed at my head and neck, her fingers pulled on my hair.

  Still I didn't relent. If anything I licked and sucked all the harder. I was still so very hungry for...chocolate.

  Finally, after what I could tell was maybe three strong orgasms, she collapsed and just panted hard, no matter what I did, so I planted one last soft kiss on her outer lips and sat up. Leaning over to the nightstand, I pick up the hand towel I laid there earlier and wiped my dripping mouth and chin. Then I wiped at her. Her eyes opened slowly as I cleaned her up a little.

  They come to focus on my face and I smiled at her.

  A cat ate the canary grin.

  Unable to help herself my wife dissolved into laughter. "Oh, damn you! You made me laugh."

  I dropped the rag back on the nightstand as I lay down next to her. She snuggled into me a little, her body still jerking in little, post-orgasmic shakes.

  "You get a hell of a thrill out of that don't you?" I asked my wife, smiling.

  She shrugged, making her breast jiggle. The dark nipples attracted my attention and I planted light appreciative kisses on them.

  "The Big-ol-Black-Girl with her first white boy?" She giggled and her voice dropped into her normal accent. "Yeah, I guess I do. Takes me back to the first time we were together."

  "I remember." I told her as my lips softly played with her nipple. I looked up into her eyes. The blue contacts made her eyes stand out startlingly against her dark skin. "I think I do anyway."

  "You better remember!" She gave me a light playful slap. "I know I'll never forget that night."

  I grinned at her. "Well you did get to cum about twelve times that night to my two... I think it was. That would help the memory."

  "Oh," She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, a smile making her ten time s as beautiful. "So if I get you to cum twelve times in one night...you'll remember it?"

  "Of course I would. A night at the ER getting my cock put in a cast would always be memorable," I joked as I rolled back to my side of the bed. She moved with me.

  Giggling, she placed kisses against my chest. Then, when I rolled further over onto my back, she got up astride me, her thighs warm on either side of my hips. I felt myself slide into her in a wonderfully long, tight, embrace of my body by hers.

  She sat up and gave her ass a few little shimmy shakes that settled me to the hilt. With me thus buried she leaned down and began to place soft kisses on my lips, chin and throat.

  My hands came to rest on her hips, the fingers sinking into the soft dark skin.

  "Has it been worth it?" she asked as she slowly moved on top of me. "Worth all the bad looks? Worth all those not-quite whispers?"

  "Worth every moment. I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you. You were so beautiful." I softly caress her hips.

  "You weren't in love with me then. You just wanted a piece of my black ass." She grinned at me. "I'm glad I decided to give you one."

  "More than one if I remember that night right," I said with an answering grin.

  "What do you mean I was beautiful?" she asked suddenly, her faked accent going back to the ghetto/hood.

  I smiled up at her.

  "You know I think you're beautiful. Far more beautiful now than when I first saw you," I told her chuckling.

  "My lips--are they not too big?" she asked me, teasingly touching her bottom lip with a finger.

  I chuckled; she knows I love her large plump lips. They always have looked ready to be kissed. Sitting up, I caught the back of her neck and pulled her down into a sudden kiss. After a moment I answer her, but my mouth hardly left hers.

  "Your lips aren't big...they're luscious." I kissed her softy, and then harder. "I love your other lips as well. They are so very sweet and juicy."

  She leaned back making me rub harder against the inside of her; I lay back flat and watched my wife ride my cock. She lifted one of her big breasts. I watch her finger the dark nipple.

  "Sure you wouldn't want these to be pink? Little pink cones, for you to nibbl
e on?" She pinched herself hard. "Wouldn't you like that?"

  I moaned as she licked her own nipple.

  "No! No I want them dark, like French roast coffee, or maybe..." I sat back up and sucked her other nipple into my mouth for a second. "Or maybe, some very dark chocolate."

  She grinned at my use of her nickname.

  "You like chocolate huh?"

  I nodded. For several minutes I just lay there looking up at her, watching her work herself on my cock. I loved the feeling of myself being driven into her harder and harder.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lips parted as she panted for air.

  "What about my hair? Do you like my braids? Hum? Don't you wish my hair was blond? Wouldn't you like me to be a cute little, blue-eyed, blond?"

  I grinned at her. This was a game we've played since the first days of our marriage. Running my hand up her smooth back, I felt the small glass and wood beads, in her braids, brush across my fingers. I caught her hair and pulled her back I sat myself up again. I turned us onto her back and started to thrust down into her.

  "What about me?" I asked as I pumped. "Wouldn't you like me to be a black man? Skin the color of dark wood, with a cock just as hard?"

  She whimpered under my pounding, and then gave her head a shake.

  "Oh hell no. I like me my white boy!" She wiggles her hips under me giving us both a ton of pleasure. "When I get to screaming and yelling soon--oh, yeah right there--and the cops show up--oh, damn right there--having me a white boy to talk to them makes things go easier."

  Sex totally forgotten, I collapsed onto my wife and together we both nearly rolled out the bed just laughing.

  The End.

  A Lesson Learned

  He walked in the door with that smile on his face. I'm going to call it his handsome devil grin. He immediately pushed me against the wall, put his strong hand on my throat and kissed me breathless. My body came alive as he choked me and pressed hard against me. I knew right there I wanted him in me. I just didn't know where specifically. I don't even know if I cared.

  I reached down, trying to work my hand between our body to feel his sex. I desperately needed to feel him grow in my hand. I didn't accomplish my desired goal. He quickly grabbed my hands, put them above my head and held them there firmly.

  "Do not move, " he stated gently.

  Biting my lip, I looked up at him and nodded slowly as a whimper escaped. He left me leaning against the wall and I closed my eyes trying to focus. Not moving is a difficult thing for me sometimes. I fidget and squirm and often have a strong need to have a finger in my mouth to chew on. But I didn't want to disappoint him and for the moment that conquered my itch to move.

  Just as I opened my eyes, I see him taking his belt off. Watching intently, I wonder if he's getting undressed or if he has other things on his mind. He has never used a belt on me before. Surely, he isn't. Right... Wrong! I could tell by the gleam in his eyes. Will it hurt? How hard will he swing it? Oh, goodness... where will he leave his marks?

  Trailing it gently along my leg, he moves in closer, smiling that devilish grin and nips at my neck. Once, twice, three times harder. I fight to move and despite my uncertainty of what he has planned, I remember the trust I have in him and feel a strong urge to touch him. But I don't.

  "You can move your arms now. Get undressed for me. Completely."

  All at once I am self-conscious. I remember every flaw, every stretch mark and wanted to hide. He senses my nervousness. "Go on, baby, " he whispers softly.

  I pull my t-shirt over my head and reach to push down my shorts and panties all in one motion. Tossing them easily to the floor and pushing them aside, I start to fidget, lifting up and down on my heels and wringing my fingers. His eyes are like fire on my flesh. When he takes my hand in his I feel the fire spread throughout my body and settle in my sex. Sir, oh, Sir.. what are you doing to me??!!

  He guides me slowly into the bedroom. He turns on the light and my eyes blink, adjusting to the brightness. Wary, curious... I watch him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Quickly he pulls me across his knees and I gasp in surprise.

  "Hey, what are you doing.. I mean, Sir....," I stammer.

  "I'm going to remind you to answer your phone when I call."

  "But.. I couldn't. I didn't do it on purpose. Please, Sir," I beg.

  "Hush NOW."

  He runs his hand over my bottom and I forget briefly the real reason I'm across his lap. His hands are soothing yet scorching my skin and I just want more. Then all of a sudden his hand is gone and coming down hard on my left cheek. I feel the sting and am startled. I shift on his thighs and he places a hand on my upper back firmly. Then I feel it again, this time harder. The next time still harder. The heat is spreading across my cheeks and down my thighs.

  I reach down and wrap my hand around his leg. I bit my lip and want to fight the tears he has brought on. I sniffle a few times.

  "Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he asks.

  "But I couldn't..." My words are cut off by another stinging smack. And another. I reach up and wipe the tears.

  "Are you going to answer your phone next time, baby?" he repeats.

  "Yes, Sir," I whisper.

  "Good girl," he states, rubbing his hand over my bottom soothingly before pulling m up on his lap. Curling up close to him, I let him feel the lingering tears as I lean my head on his chest.

  He allows me that comfort for several minutes before pushing me to my knees in front of him. I don't know how but in seconds his dick is out and in my mouth. My green eyes widen as I look up at him, my lips wrapped firmly around his sex. Right then he grabs a handful of my hair and starts fucking my mouth. His hunger obvious as he thrusts and gags me. He repeats this over and over, each time going deeper and keeping it there longer. My body shivers and I scoot on my knees closer.

  He pulls out, smacking my face with his thickness and I squirm more. I want him back. Before this thought is barely out, he is ramming back in my mouth, forcefully feeding me his dick. He is relentless, breathing is difficult, tears are flowing. For a second, I think of what a mess I am. That thought is fleeting and replaced with the strong desire I have for his dick.

  He grunts and talks low. I hear random words - baby.. suck this dick.. my mouth. All words that inspire me to want to please him. This continues for a long time. He switches from demanding to gentle and allowing me more control. I suck him and stroke him at the same time, taking advantage of the moment to breathe. better.. better...I can breathe again. Until he hungers for his dick deep in my mouth again and grabs my head, holding it firmly and feeds it to me roughly. oh, go...d... I can't breath again... but I just might cum if he continues this.

  In and out, over and over, he shows very little mercy and becomes so hard. His thickness and urgency have my jaws hurting, but I will not stop. I want his pleasure.

  But he stops and demands, "On the bed, spread wide.. Now, slut!"

  I'm breathing and moving and there I am as he demands. He grabs my legs, pushing them up and over my head. He slams into me with a fierce determination. I put my hand in my mouth, biting a finger hard. He pulls out and leans up watching me.

  "Please, Sir.. please..."

  He watches me intently and slams back into me, hitting deep. My eyes widen in surprise and I squirm, lifting, meeting him, whimpering.

  "Fuck me, Big Daddy.. please.. please"

  He puts all of his weight on me and gives it to me hard. I release and my entire body is jerking as I melt beneath him in an incredible orgasm. My muscles tighten around him and need more and more as I spasm. He grunts loud, almost a growl, and spills himself in me. I cling to him.

  "Fuck, baby. I love being deep inside you." His statement is a low stammering whisper, making me smile. He moves off of me, pulling me over next to him. I'm breathless... and sore already.

  "Now what was tonight's lesson, slut?" he asks.

  "That your dick is a God and fits me perfectly," I giggle o
ut.

  He smacks my ass bringing back the sting and just looks at me.

  "The lesson is that I shall answer my phone so you don't worry and have access to me. Sir."

  "Right. Good girl."

  The End.

  My Husband's Lover

  My name is Laurel Mortimer and I am a 27 year old wife to my much older husband, Roger Mortimer. Roger is 54 years old and was my former French professor. About 8 years ago, when I was 19 I went abroad to Paris as part of a summer class with Roger and a group of students. During this trip, I began an affair, with Roger, who was currently married, and we fell in love. Roger soon left his wife and we were married the next year. I dropped out of college and Roger has been supporting me ever since.

  Roger and I used to have amazing sex. We would fuck every chance we got: at home, at the college, at parties, it didn't matter. He would mount me on almost any surface. We were trying to get pregnant, Roger desperately wanted a baby, and in his mid-forties he was motivated to have children immediately. Unfortunately, we couldn't conceive. After countless fertility appointments, it was determined that I would never bear children. At this point Roger lost interest in me sexually and our relationship has turned into that of roommates.

  I was still very attracted to Roger. Now, at 54 he still had a full head of hair, but the hair had turned silver. I loved it. Soft silver locks outlined his temples and glistened in the sun. He has daring green eyes, serious eyes that made me feel safe and protected. He kept in good shape and his body was lean. His penis especially attracted me. It was very large, about 9 inches long when erect and was always eager for attention.

  When Roger stopped having sex with me, and believe me I tried to get him interested, I immediately suspected he was having an affair. This was easy for me to believe since I had been his other woman before. His need for sex in the beginning of the relationship also supported my suspicion. How could a man so sex crazed not have a sexual outlet?

  I decided to do some investigating to find out whether or not Roger was cheating on me. In an effort to stay fit, Roger would play tennis after class with some of the other foreign language professors. I, did not care for the sport, and attended zumba class instead while Roger played. I wondered if Roger was really playing tennis or if his exercise was coming with pleasure.