Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.

  Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.

  As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.

  She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.

  A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"

  She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.

  His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."

  "Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?"

  A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.

  "Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."

  A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.

  It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.

  "OK, here's the deal," he said plainly. He opened her door and reached down to her seat back release, dropping her back almost prone, coaxing a startled gasp from her lips. "You lie back there nicely and hold your tits together while I fuck them, and maybe we'll forget all about that heavy foot of yours. Sound good?"

  "That sounds wonderful, officer!" she breathed, pulling her tank top off as her clit stiffened, the slightest friction from her skirt driving her mad with desire.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, revealing a rock-hard throbbing prick. "Squeeze those titties together," he ordered in a tight raspy voice. She did as he said, in a daze of lust, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. He spat on his cock and again into his hand, spreading his saliva in between her jugs. "Spit on my cock," he told her. Again, she did as he commanded, spattering his glistening shaft as he presented it in front of her face. She remained fixated on his pulsating rod as he slowly lowered it into her cleavage, swinging his leg over to straddle her chest.

  He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth between her luscious mounds, the tip poking through right in front of her eyes at the pinnacle of each thrust. The sight excited her even more, her cunt clenching in time with each of his pelvic motions. His breath quickened with her heart rate, his fucking rhythm picking up pace. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to sting and vibrate. She was sure that even without anything touching her snatch, she was about to orgasm!

  He was now furiously humping her cleavage, sweat dripping from his forehead. "God damn!" he exclaimed. "These are the sexiest tits I've ever seen in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

  "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Do it! Cum all over my titties!" She squeezed her jugs tight together, and he pulled his dick out from between them. A guttural cry tore from his throat and he started pounding his quivering dick. He leaned forward and his helmet fell off, bouncing off the car and clattering to the ground. A thick white strand of semen erupted from the end of his engorged red glans, spattering her right breast and on to her neck. A wail came from deep inside of her as at the sight, her cunt convulsed and contracted in the deep waves of an intense orgasm!

  A long low groan came from him as his dick continued spewing out jet after jet of white hot sperm, coating her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and a couple of dots spraying onto her cheeks, her sunglasses, and into her hair.

  She was sure she'd never seen so much cum in her life! His hand action on his cock slowed down, and he wrung the last couple of sticky lines of jizz onto her nipples, sighing contentedly as her own orgasm subsided. Incredibly, her pussy seemed even more sensitive and horny, dying for his touch, burning with hunger.

  She lied there seemingly stunned as he dismounted her chest and stood beside her Porsche, hiking up and rebuckling his pants. "Well, we can definitely forget about that ticket!" he exclaimed, his legs still slightly wobbly beneath him. He regained his composure, gathering his helmet and putting it back on. "You just slow down there now, OK?" he said, rebuckling his helmet and redonning his gloves. "If I catch you speeding down this stretch of highway again I'm gonna have to strip search you, ya hear?"

  A quiet "Mmm-hmm," is all she could manage as she felt a sticky glob of sperm drip off of her left tit onto her arm. Her right hand reached under her skirt and began to caress her clit as the sound of his boots trailed off into the distance. Her pussy rejoiced to her touch and her breathing quickened rapidly. She heard him start his motorcycle with a throaty rumble as she began frantically finger-fucking herself.

  Within seconds, she was nearing another orgasm, gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! AHH! AHHHHH!!!!" howling out in abandon, her rapidly pistoning fingers making sloshing sounds in her soaking cunt!

  Her entire body clenched and she screamed out in joy as a fantastic climax tore her from head to toe, causing her to thrash and
buck in her seat, tears almost welling up in her eyes from the force of her release. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings once more.

  Looking down at her breasts, she saw that she was utterly covered in his jism. A wave of contentment washed over her. Dimly, she was aware of the sound of a motorcycle engine trailing off in the distance.

  The End.

  My Red Headed Friend

  "Let's get out of here." I mouthed the words to her as we sat at the kitchen table of our mutual friends apartment.

  "Do you want to?" She tried to whisper back. She seemed surprised I had even suggested it.

  I simply nodded my head and she took my hand.

  She lived in the same apartment building so the walk was quick. She lead the way as we walked up the stairs to her place, me trying to catch a peek underneath her tight dress at the secrets it kept underneath. She opened the door into the living room and her roommates were all there. They starred at me, they knew who I was, and then they starred at her. They knew what she was doing, and like me, I think they were wondering why. I tried to make small talk while standing there, but it was clumsy. I saw my red headed girl looking in the freezer and her dress was riding up more and more. She took a bottle of jack from the freezer and grabbed me by the hand. We said good night to everyone and went to her room.

  I entered her room first, she followed and closed the door as I pinned her to it. I grabbed her by the thighs and picked her off the ground as I kissed her on the lips. I felt the coolness of the bottle on my back as the heat of her lips hit me in the front. I slipped her dress up and for the first time got to feel the skin I had been waiting to touch all night. It was dark but I could feel the lace of her thong against her smooth skin. with her still pinned against the door I started to rub my thumb on the front of her thong. I felt nails dig into my skin as moans started to escape her.

  "This one is a screamer" I thought to myself as I began to rub harder and harder. She started grinding up and down on the door when suddenly she said "stop"

  I let her down off the door she looked at me, eyes wide, dress up to her belly button, and said

  "We have to have a drink first"

  She smiled at me as she unscrewed the cap to the bottle and grabbed two glasses off her shelf, snifters, I'm beginning to really like this girl.

  She pours two drinks, dress still a mess and looks at me as I go to grab a glass from her. She sees me reach for the glass and pulls it away at the last second.

  "You know, here I am half naked, it doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one."

  I take the hint and quickly undo my jeans, stepping out of them So that I am in my briefs, which have quite the wet spot, and dress shirt.

  "I mean this thong really doesn't hide anything, and those cover so much, it just still doesn't seem fair."

  I get the hint. With a smile I slowly slide my briefs down, as I do my cock comes into view. It bobs up and down with drops of precum on the end. My red headed girl sees my the clear precum on my tip and takes a drink of whiskey. She bends at the waist and licks all the cum off of my cock. I can feel the coolness of the whiskey and the heat of her mouth on my tip as she looks up at me with her big green eyes.

  "I always like a bit of cum with my whiskey." She says with a devilish smile.

  "There's more where that came from." I reply back.

  We sit on her bed with our drinks as we talk. My eyes locked on her thong, her eyes locked on my cock. My cock is now throbbing, moving with every heart beat, pouring out more precum. And everyone once in while she simply takes a finger, gets some cum on there and mixes it with her whiskey.

  Soon we get to the to end of our drinks.

  "Could you do me a favor? I'm getting hot, could you unzip me?"

  She stands up with her back to me. I don't need to be asked twice as I unzip her dress. She wears no bra. My Red Headed Beauty is now in just a thong. She tries to turn and face me but I grab her. I pull her close as my cock slips between her legs. I grab her by waist and thrust with nothing separating us but a thin piece of cloth. I kiss her neck, I bit her shoulders, and I thrust. Making sure that my shaft rubbing right against her pussy. She starts to pull at her thong, she starts to beg me.

  "Fuck me, please just fuck me." She cries over and over.

  I stop thrusting and I rip her thong down, I take the head of my cock and rub it on her now bare clit. She's no longer speaking, she's just trying to keep air in her lungs. I grab her and throw her down on her bed. She spreads her legs wide open and rubs her inner thighs with her hands. I climb on top of her. I kiss her lips, I kiss her neck, I kiss her collar bone, I gently suck on her puffy nipples, I kissed her belly button, and the I lick her all the way from her asshole to her clit in one long lick. It picks her off the bed and she sends out a long drawn out moan. I start to lick every inch of her pussy. I feel hands pulling my hair as I move up and gently, with just the tip of my tongue, lick her clit. A scream escapes her mouth. Soon I have a rhythm going and just as she starts dig her nails into me I drive two fingers into her wet pussy.

  "Oh my god." She keeps saying over and over. As my fingers slam into her over and over. Her body is tightening up, her screams are getting louder and her breath is getting deeper.

  And then it happens, like a wave hitting both of us she cums. She's bucking up and down, she's pulling my hair. And then there is silence. She's breathing hard. I look into her eyes as i put my arms around her.

  "My name's Rebecca."

  "I'm Jay."

  The End.

  Prof Davis Gets There Early

  I pulled my truck around behind the Junior College where I teach and parked next to the cheer/dance room.

  I teach Sophomore History at High County Junior College in Texas. I enjoy being a part of the life of the school. During football season, I meet up with a couple of the young men and we transport our Cougar mascot statue to the football games. The guys met me earlier and we put the mascot into the box trailer. The guys would meet me at the stadium later.

  At last week's game, the cheer coach had asked me to help her by hauling equipment for the squad. We would both be going to the same location, so I agreed. I had no idea of all of the fringe benefits that would arise from this cooperation.

  I took a last sip of my Dr Pepper and stepped out into the humidity that we face in coastal Texas during the early part of football season. I knocked on the cheer room door and waited for someone to open it.

  "Who is it?" I heard a female voice ask from behind the door.

  "It's Mr. Davis," I responded.

  "Man coming in!" I heard the voice scream out.

  I shook my head as the door opened and I walked in. The adjustment from the bright sunlight to the dark and air-conditioned room took a few seconds. As my eyes adjusted, I couldn't believe the sight I saw.

  Spankies, sports bras, and ponytails. Cleavage, from both breasts and butts were on display for all to see. Well, for all of the girls it was no big deal. I was a man in the room though. However, I'm learning that cheerleaders have no shame. Wait, let me correct that. Cheerleaders, gymnasts, dancers, volleyball players, etc, have no shame. The uniforms just don't allow for it.

  Grab a young woman in a short tight skirt from the crowd in a football stadium and have her pull her foot above her head and it would be both sexy and obscene. Put the same girl in a cheer uniform and she'll hold that pose for minutes without a problem.

  Had I walked into a dressing room at a clothing store, I would have been met by screams from women wearing the exact same items, but in this case I was met by smiles and warm greetings.

  Coach Kacey walked up to me and said, "Oh great! You made it. Thanks for coming early." She was wearing her usual outfit, which just barely separated her from her squad. Soffee shorts with "Coach" across the rear and her cheer coach t-shirt.

  "Sure. No prob," I replied. "What's up?"

  "You've got the trailer, right?" she asked.


  "Yep," I replied. "Bob's all loaded and ready to go." Bob is the Cougar mascot's name. I don't know why.

  "Kyla should have told you," she said with a smile. "I need something big slid in. Follow me."

  In that outfit, I'd follow her anywhere. She headed toward the hall door but turned to the girls and said, "You've got fifteen minutes. Be ready to load up and go."

  I followed her out the door into the hall. She turned left and walked about fifteen feet to a storage room door. She took her keys and opened the door and walked in. I followed her into the dark room.

  "Get the lights," she said as she walked inside. The door was already closing as I fumbled for the light switch on the wall. I turned it on and appraised the situation. It was a typical storage room for a school. A few broken desks and old filing cabinets stacked against and on top of each other. There were some folding tables, and office furniture which included a desk chair and a small sofa that had seen better days.

  Kacey pointed to one of the 8 foot folding tables. "We need one of these loaded on the trailer, please." She said.

  "No problem, " I replied. I walked over to it. It had some weight, but I slid it on the floor toward the door.

  "Wait," Kacey said quickly before I could open the door. "We have about ten minutes."

  There was more to that statement than just a warning about how much time we had.

  She walked up to me and put her hands on my chest and looked up at me. "I've been thinking about last week all week long," she whispered. "I don't think I can wait until after the game."