Mega Huge Collection of Rougher Daddies

by Lara Friedman

  I kissed the tip of Marcus' cock and looked up at him with total lust in my eyes. I gripped the base of his dick and slid the full hardness between my lips until it reached my throat. I sucked him until my lips reached the base, and then began to devour his entire shaft until he was almost to the point of ejaculating down my throat.

  "Oh, baby, you gotta stop," he said, panting. "I don't want to come yet."

  Marcus pulled me up and placed me on the door which opened the bed of his truck. He spread my legs and looked at my shaved mound for a moment before burying his head between my thighs. His tongue caressed, teased, and licked my slit while three of his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy until I came.

  We climbed into the truck's bed. While he stood, I kneeled and swallowed his cock again all the way to his balls. My head bobbed with a steady rhythm while he moaned with pleasure as my lips moved back and forth, sliding up and down his entire shaft while I stroked his smooth balls.

  Marcus thrust his hips and fucked my mouth for several moments before he pulled me off of his throbbing member. We both stood in the truck bed and he turned me to face away from him, bent me at the waist, and slid his enormous cock deep inside my pussy. I felt him spread my ass cheeks, likely to have a view of how his cock spread my opening while he thrust in and out of me.

  "Shannon...Shannon...your pussy is so fucking hot. It's been forever since I've fucked a woman...oh, baby, you feel so damn good!"

  I felt him push in deep over and over and and my orgasm quickly approached. He pushed deep and pulled out, in...out... as he gained speed with each thrust.

  When he pulled out again, I was able to straighten my upper body before Marcus helped me out of the truck bed. "Let's continue over there," he said, indicating a stack of old hay.

  He laid me on my back and spread my legs wide before he pushed his cock back into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his ass, digging my bare heels into his ass like a jockey spurring a thoroughbred to the finish.

  "Fuck me," I said. "Drive your cock deeper and fuck me harder. I want to feel you come."

  The idea of shooting his semen inside me must've made Marcus even more aroused. His cock pushed in harder and his thrusts were a little faster.

  "Yes...that's it."

  He picked up the pace and pumped in and out at a harder, steadier pace.

  "Oh my God!" I cried when another orgasm hit. "Fuck me, Marcus!"

  His breath became more jagged as we continued fucking like wild animals on the stack of hay."I'm so close, baby," he said. "I'm going to come!"

  Marcus' body stiffened and I felt his release in my pussy. He howled in ecstasy as he sped up his thrusts to breakneck pace before his balls were empty of sperm and his cock was soft.

  We held each other for several minutes and caught our breaths before he slowly pulled out and helped me to my feet. My back and butt were a little irritated from the hay, but having sex for the first time since before Randy's last deployment and subsequent death - even if it had been with a young Good Samaritan - made me once again feel alive for the first time in over a year.

  After we dressed, we exchanged phone numbers before Marcus followed my car back up to the road until he was sure I was okay. When I got home, I called to let him know I arrived safely and we made a date for the following weekend.

  I know Marcus and I get odd looks when we're out together, but sex behind closed doors has never been better. There's just something arousing about a man who loves being taken advantage of sexually, and I'm still teaching him tricks he never knew existed.

  It took Marcus awhile to adjust to city life, but he's always open to learning something new, both in and out of bed. Sometimes we'll go back to the spot where we'd met the day I'd run out of gas and relive that first warm evening of unrestrained passion at the abandoned farm.

  He even fixed the gas gauge in my car. I'm guessing he doesn't want another young, sexy male stranger to approach me should I ever get stranded on a country road...

  The End.

  Naughty Conference

  Angela Knox stood in her walk in closet, shuffling through her clothes wondering what she was going to wear. It had been a few days since her daughter had handed her the letter from Mr. Smythe requesting a parent teacher conference.

  She was nervous, not because of what the conference was about, because her daughter was very studious with good grades. She was nervous, because of how Mr. Smythe made her feel.

  Every time she went to the school, when she was near him, she felt flushed. She often wondered if he noticed. Was that little grin him saying that he realized the power his presence had on her? Did he often have the same tempting thoughts that she did?

  When standing, he had to look down at her, because of their height difference; her being only 5' 4" and him just over 6 feet. He always looked into her eyes. That was a rarity for her. Because of her breasts being very large, it seemed to be the first thing men noticed, but this man always looked into her eyes. Though when those sexy brown eyes looked into her green ones, she would avert her gaze, sometimes lose her words, and stutter a bit.

  As she stood there in that walk in closet, she thought of these things and different images passed through her mind. She saw herself running her fingers through his brown hair as he kissed her. Would his kiss be as smooth and silky as her imagination perceived? What would his skin taste like as she ran her tongue along the sides his neck? Would his touch be gentle and teasing as his hands roamed her body or would they be rough with passion.

  "Quit being silly," she mumbled to herself. Really, for such things to happen would be unethical for a seemingly straitlaced man like Mr. Smythe. Doing such things with a parent would be too risky. Still she hoped.

  Finely she decided on a sage green tank top that was not too low cut, so that she didn't expose her breasts too much. It would show her curves without being overly flaunty. With it she wore a brown hippie skirt with a green tie dye effect that matched the tank top and a pair of simple brown sandals.

  When Angela arrived at the school, the moment her car went into park, her heart started racing. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her seat, and took a few slow breaths....slowly inhale...exhale. "It's just a conference," she told herself.

  On her way to Mr. Smythe's classroom, which seemed an eternity, she noticed that the school appeared to be empty, but in the distance she could hear something that sounded like a broom sweeping, possibly a janitor. After all, it was five o'clock at night. Usually by that time most of the staff was gone for the day.

  When she arrived at Mr. Smythe's classroom, the door was already open. She stood there for a moment, watching him. He sat at his desk under the florescent lights. Apparently deep in thought, he smiled slightly as he lightly scraped the center of his bottom lip with his two front teeth. She felt her heart beat speed up again. God that man is sexy, she thought to herself.

  She took in a deep breath. When she exhaled, he must have heard her, because his head came up quickly. His eyes brightened as he looked at her and a big smile formed on his face.

  "Come in Mrs. Knox!" The tone in his voice was obviously excitement.

  As she walked towards his desk, she could feel her heart racing. As if he sensed her nervousness, in a reassuring voice he said, "No worries, it's good news."

  "That's good to know," she responded, her voice shaking a bit.

  When she reached the edge of his desk, he stood up. He slid a paper towards her using the tips of his fingers. "As you know, your daughter has been doing very well. I'd like to get her tested for our GT classes, but I need you to sign some papers first," he said as he studied her face.

  "Wonderful! Of course I'll sign them." She spoke forcing the nervousness out of her voice. She couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't simply sent them home with her daughter. You would think something like this wouldn't be worthy of a conference. Did he arrange this so that he could be alone with her? Wishful thinking.

  She reached her hand down to the paper that his fi
ngers were on. As her fingers touched the paper, he moved his hand to the top of hers, lightly touching with tips of his fingers, moving them slowly from her wrist to the tip of her fingers.

  She closed her eyes slightly, feeling her breathing quicken and her heart beat a little faster. A tingling sensation moved through her body. She suddenly felt warm heat rush to her groin area. Her pussy pulsated and she became wet with the anticipation of what would come next.

  When his fingers reached the tip of her fingers, she raised her eyes to meet his. This time she didn't avert her gaze. She allowed herself to absorb the passion in his eyes, letting him see her apparent lust.

  After a few seconds, he quickly moved to her, forcefully putting his hands through her long red hair as he moved his head down to hers. His lips forced hers open as he probed her mouth with his tongue. The musky smell of his aftershave, the feeling of his firm grip as his hand pulled on her hair, and the silkiness of his tongue, made her drunk with passion.

  They tore at each other's clothes, breaking their kiss only to remove their shirts. Hands groped instinctively without thought; hers to his hair pulling him closer, her fingers digging into his back, roaming his chest feeling the curve of his muscles, and then feeling his hard cock outside of his jeans.

  His hands roamed to her chest, moving the white lace of her bra down, revealing her large breasts, cupping her breasts, and teasing her hard nipples. He pinched her nipples slightly and then a little harder, twisting them, and playing with her nipple rings.

  As he released his kiss, his hands moved to the side of her stomach. With a strong grip, he lifted her onto the desk, oblivious of the papers crumbling under her ass and falling to the floor. She leaned back using her arms to support her weight as he pulled her skirt up to her waist. Then he stepped back to admire her.

  She laid there exposed, her breasts lying outside her bra and nipples hard , legs spread, and her wet pussy exposed. Overcome with desire and want, she put her weight on one arm, while the other played with her breasts. Her hand moved below to play with her wet clit and two of her fingers plunged inside to fill her need for him, and then back up to her mouth, tasting her own sweet yet salty nectar.

  "Please." The word escaped her lips in rasping breaths. Answering her pleas he began to remove his jeans, exposing his exquisite hard cock. His body wedged between her thighs and she sat up pushing her body close to his. His fingers probed her, feeling the hot moisture there, rubbing her g-spot and feeling it get larger with every stroke, the smell of her sex getting stronger as she got closer to climax.

  Her mouth was on his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking faster with every stroke of his fingers. The smell of his aftershave and salty taste of his skin mingled with the scent of her own smells, adding to her arousal.

  As shivers went throughout her body, her muscles tightened around his fingers, and she bit down slightly on his shoulder blades from the intensity. Hot liquid released onto his hand and desk, drenching the back of her skirt. She stayed there for a moment, using his chest to support her and listening to the steady sound of his heart beat as her body relaxed from the intensity of her orgasm.

  "Turn over," he demanded. Following orders, she turned around laying her chest on the desk, her ass exposed. With his hands on her ass for balance, he plunged deep inside her wetness. She let out a little screech from the force of his cock filling her. Her muscles there tightened as she sucked in a deep breath. As if it had a will of its own, her body responded, her hips moving back and forth, feeling the friction on her g-spot.

  His body responded with the same rhythmic motions, moving away just far enough for the tip to be inside, then plunging deep inside feeling her cervix. Each time there was a slapping sound from his pelvis banging against her ass. With each hard thrust, she let out a moan. Her teeth dug into her hand as she felt herself getting closer to climax.

  His hands reached for her hair, pulling harder as he got closer to release, making her own arousal more intense. His sweat dripped on the small of her back, turning cold from the air-conditioned room, and sending goose bumps down her spine.

  He leaned forward, his chest on her back, the smell of their sex and sweat mingling together. He began to move his hips faster, plunging deep and hard inside of her. The front of her thighs pushed hard against the edge of the desk with every thrust, but all she could feel was pleasure.

  Her moans got louder. She could feel herself about to cum again. Right as he plunged deep inside of her releasing his juices, he bit down on her back right below her shoulder. At that moment, pain became pleasure and shivers went through her body. She came, mingling her liquids with his, her body quivering beneath his and her pussy pulsating around his hard cock. They laid there for a moment letting their bodies relax, him still inside her.

  "You better get those papers signed," he whispered in her ear. The tone in his voice, made it apparent that he was smiling.

  They both got up, and began to put on their clothes. She fumbled around the desk finding the permission form and a pen. Quickly she signed the paper, glancing up at him seeing his flirty grin. Her automatic reaction was to bite the edge of her lip with a slight grin in return.

  "So, shall we have another conference soon?" His smile widened as he spoke.

  "Most definitely," she answered right before she moved forward to taste his mouth and the skin on his neck again. Then she pulled away to leave.

  She walked out of the classroom, their sex dripping down her leg and her skirt wet with their mingled liquids. When she reached the front door of the school, there was a short grey headed man there to greet her. By looking at his grey uniform it was obvious that he was the janitor that she heard earlier. As he opened the door to let her out, he didn't say a word, but the smirk on his face made it clear that he saw or heard. Though, at that moment she didn't care.

  The End.

  A Foot Up

  Paul exited his office heading toward the mail room, as he stepped into the room he ran directly into a young lady heading out. With a slight screech the poor girl landed flat on her butt.

  "Oh my god," Paul said with concern, reaching down to help her up. "Are you alright?"

  As he bent to take her hand, his eyes diverted to her legs, down to her sandaled feet and up to the sight of her panty clad pussy, then back down her legs to her pretty little feet and painted toenails. Helping her up to her feet, Paul again apologized, "I am so sorry, I didn't see you, are you alright?"

  "Please, please, I am fine," the girl said, "I should have been paying attention to where I was walking."

  Picking up the papers that had fallen all over the floor, Paul noticed that they were all new hire paperwork.

  Standing there looking at the poor girls small stature and confused look he said, "Hi, my name is Paul."

  Reaching out her hand she said, "I am Debbie, this is my first day and I was acquainting myself with the area, my office is just down the hall."

  "Well Debbie," Paul said, "it is my pleasure to meet you, and again I am sorry for the rude meeting, I have been with this company for nearly 20 years now, I will be happy to show you around."

  This began their friendship, more of a father/daughter friendship due to the vast difference in ages, Paul being 57 and Debbie 30. But still a very close friendship.

  Over the next 5 years, Paul and Debbie would often have lunch together, sometimes going out to a small diner in the area, other times just sitting in one or the others office and talking. They even went out for dinner once a week or so. During all these times they learned about each other and their friendship grew very strong.

  One afternoon while enjoying a lunch together, Paul mentioned the start of the summer farmers market that weekend.

  "Debbie," Paul said, "the farmers market starts this weekend, how about you and I go there Saturday night and check it out?"

  "That would be fun Paul," she replied, "I have wanted to go there for some time, but I didn't want to go alone, I fear I would get lost in the crowds bei
ng so short."

  "There is no way any man could lose a beauty like you," Paul said with a smile and wink. "So, how about I pick you up around 5pm Saturday and we can make a date of it." Paul said.

  "Oh, a date is it, it's about time you asked." Debbie said with a wink.

  Looking up at her, Paul was suddenly struck with her beauty. Standing all of 5', with beautiful blue eyes and light brown hair that framed her pretty young face. Paul felt a tinge of desire.

  The rest of the work week was hell on Paul, he was noticing more and more just how beautiful Debbie was, she didn't help matters with her dress style that week, to Paul it seemed like he was actually seeing her for the first time after 5 years of knowing her. She always wore open toed shoes and Paul's eyes always went to her sexy feet first and wandered up her curvy body, enjoying the fantastic way her round butt looked in her skirts and her overflowing breasts were magnificent. On more than one occasion Paul found himself in the men's room relieving some sexual tension to his fantasy thoughts of Debbie.

  Finally it was Saturday, Paul woke early with a his hand wrapped around his erect dick, slowly he began to stroke himself, picturing Debbie's naked curvy body next to him.

  "My god," he thought to himself, "I am acting like a horny teenager." As he continued to stroke himself to orgasm.

  Paul drove to Debbie's apartment at 4:30 Saturday afternoon, feeling kind of a guilty nervousness because of his recently discovered dirty old man thoughts of this young lady, he rang her doorbell.

  Debbie opened the door to step out and Paul was instantly hard when he saw her. Debbie, dressed in a light summer dress that was probably a good 4 inches above her knees was a vision, her feet clad only in flip flops with her cute little toes painted a light pink.

  Stammering a bit, Paul exclaimed, "Wow, you look fantastic."

  "Why thank you kind sir, and you look pretty good in a pair of shorts yourself," Debbie said coyly. Watching his eyes as they roamed up and down her body, she smiled.