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Would They Call it Daddy Issues – by DaSpark

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Virginity stories: Would They Call it Daddy Issues. Author: DaSpark. Natasha is young, beautiful and has a life filled with loss and seeks to fill the void. The story is including Fiction, First Time, Prostitution, Teen, Virginity theme.

Virginity stories: Would They Call it Daddy Issues – Chapter 1A

Author: DaSpark

***First part, didn’t have time to finish. When I do I will post pictures of the characters****

“Ungh! Orrnnnnn Jeeeezus!” Natasha heard him growl into her neck, his face buried in her flesh.

Her back was hurting. She was smashed up against the tile counter. Well her lower back and the tip of her ass was. She felt a little precarious to be honest, but she just kept her mouth shut and let him go, she doubted he would be willing to stop. Not even for her.

If there was one thing she had learned about men, when they were close to coming, not much else made a fucking difference. If the dick was hard and her pussy was housing it, it wouldn’t be long before it reached its end, that much she had imperiled evidence of.

Natasha felt another hard thrust, wincing from the pain of her pelvis being hit so hard by his groin. He had one hand under her left thigh, just barely supporting her weight. She had to hook her other leg around his waist just to support herself. Not that she was heavy, she was damn well fit, she worked hard at that. His other hand was pressed up against the cupboard.

Natasha couldn’t take her eyes off the clock up on the wall. It was actually her grandfather’s, a family heirloom cuckoo clock. She was watching the second hand, it had become an obsession of hers. It was amazing how fast they were. When she would masturbate to achieve pleasure it always took a good half hour or longer to really do it right. But not guys, not the first time. The first time was never long.

Now a regular of hers, her only real regular these days, had told her it was because she was so attractive. That it was a compliment; that she was too cute, too sexy, too tight and too good at coitus for any man to hold out. She was glad that she had never ended up wasting time with the boys at school. They wouldn’t last any longer from what she had heard, and all you got for your trouble was a pregnancy scare.

At least she valued herself properly. Well, except this time, this time wasn’t her idea, but considering the situation she was forcing herself to try to be accepting. Shit, she had created this monster. Should couldn’t rightly be angry about it. She would just have to douche a lot tonight, make sure she got it all.

5 more seconds on the clock. That made 35, which was enough for second place on her first timer’s list.

Natasha felt his hand grab her hair in a vice grip behind her head, clenching her hair. His other hand was still on her thigh, squeezing hard, like it had been from the start. She felt her breasts bounce in her shirt on the next few pumps from him, and had to smile to herself, so many times they never even got her shirt off.

Amazing she felt since her breasts were damn nice if she said so herself. The smacking sound of their genitals and groins smashing together was getting loud, and she felt a tap below her pussy where his lengthy sack slapped her. He had pulled his head off of her neck and his forehead was pressing against hers, and pushing hard. Boring into her head the way his cock was boring into her pussy.

She knew he was close, they always got maniacal when they were close. When they passed that moment of fucking, or she supposed for some girls, loving; where they weren’t men anymore, not human, but pleasure drunk, and nothing would stop them from achieving their goal at that point. They changed, they just changed . . . . even the ones she liked.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh baby! Oh, oh sweetie! Oh, oh rrr, rrrrr, RRRRR, RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNNNNNN!”

She felt his stop, she felt him stiffen. She felt him buck. She closed her eyes, and felt warmth inside her, a significant amount of it. It was so crazy, sometimes she was warm, sometimes she was cool, and this time, she felt nothing, almost stale. But she must have felt fine to him.

47 seconds. He came within 4 seconds of the record. She had kind of been rooting for him. Like it would symbolize this fuck as special, because it really was, even though she felt to numb inside to process it.

She stroked the back of his scalp through his hair, massaging him as he did a hard buck again. How much, she wondered. How much is he letting loose inside me. Sometimes if she was really turned on and super sensitive she could actually feel the vibration of their cocks when they came. After all, there was never a condom in the way. They never chose a condom.

He whimpered a few times, his cheek was pressed up against hers. “Ohmmmmy gaaaaaaaaaawd. Moosssshhhhhit. Shhhhhhhhit baby.”

He was panting and she could feel his heart racing, beating hard enough to feel on her chest. Her breasts jiggled with the power of his heartbeat. She held him, his aging, calloused body in contrast to her soft, supple, sexy figure.

He went quiet, just breathing heavy, still gripping her leg, but his other hand was on the countertop now, helping support his balance. She never got over how docile and gentle them became after they dropped a measure of their cum inside her. She wondered if this moment was the one that fooled most women into thinking the men cared about them. She felt she knew better. They were all horny perverts, and she would never make the mistake of trusting one with her love.

She knew this phase lasts about 5 minutes or so. And while she wasn’t turned on, nor had experienced any pleasure, she still had an endorphin release. A side effect of mentally knowing she had just copulated. She wouldn’t be pregnant, she was on the pill. Thank god she lived in a liberal state where she could get the pill. Pregnancy would have fucked everything up.

Her mind slowly drifted, as she waited for her lover to recover from the orgasm her womb had given him. It actually wasn’t that long ago in the grand scheme of things, but she was young, and time was much slower for her. So it felt like ages. 16 months. 16 months since that first time. The very first time. That time she had an orgasm, which she later learned was a gift, that the first time for most women was more painful than pleasurable. But she had come hard, even though she was crying. She hadn’t cried from pain or fear, it had been such an incredible release, and the passion. . . . god, he was the only one where it felt like passion instead of lust. That is what had really gotten her off she surmised later. She just hadn’t realized it at the time.

She had been at Christina’s house, they had gone there after the JV basketball game. Natasha had always been a good girl, good grades, never got in trouble, never thought about bad things. But like any budding woman she had started to notice guys looking at her different. She really noticed it at an awards show for her dad about two years ago. She worked for some reporting agency and it was some kind of prestigious award, I never cared to learn what one. Mom was alive then, and she had told me I deserved to wear a woman’s dress for the first time. She was so excited for me. It wasn’t trashy, just form fitting, something I hadn’t worn before.

I wasn’t much different then as I am now, just about 15% breast size, give or take. Her face is a tad longer now, more mature, but still pretty close. She had been a little shorter though, just under 5 foot, and she was 5 foot 2 now. She had been blessed with nice skin and she tanned well. With her ice blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and tan athletic frame, she was on the road to sexpot status already. Her mom got her a white number, it was in the little black dress still, cocktail wear.

She felt so adult when she had put it on, with its tight form, and those creases that were created every where because of any body movement. It displayed how flat her tummy was, and it raised up high, to just above mid thigh. Her mom had gotten her leopard heels to go with it and a padded bra to add just a bit of heft to her chest. She loved the view of herself in the mirror. She was a good girl, but even a good girl likes to know she is pretty. It was the first time she had ever felt . . . sexy.

She had a white jacket to wear over it, kind of like a sports coat but feminine. She had noticed a few of the older men there looking at her. It was the first time she could remember that men did that. There was this one guy, kind of heavy, thick mustache, not attractive. Natasha had caught him looking at her a few times. The last two times he didn’t even hide he was staring.

She just ignored him. But when she took off her jacket, and her chest was viewable, it seemed like every guy was watching her. When she walked to the buffet table and back, she felt really odd. She liked the attention but was a little put off by the way the men looked at her. Not like she was a pretty lady, but more like she was a treat to be devoured. Later she found she was pretty accurate in her assessment.

So now that Natasha understood the power attractiveness seemed to hold over men, she enjoyed trying to get the good looking older guys to look at her. She would smile and blink over her shoulder. Flip her hair, stretch to press her breasts against her top, and bending over counters and tables to stick out her butt. That seemed to get men’s attention more than any.

While she was aware of what sex was, she was still unbreached and while she technically knew what happened, she didn’t really get what was so encapsulating about it. But she also never had masturbated, she thought it was icky. She wasn’t really religious but she felt like it was something god would frown upon and, what if he was watching her do it?

About 5 weeks after the awards dinner Natasha’s mother got sick, really sick. The doctors couldn’t figure out why she was so sick. Two more weeks later she was diagnosed a very rare bone marrow cancer, and she died soon there after. The death hit Natasha hard, and to fill the void she felt without her mother, she would flirt more and try to be more risqué.

Nothing crazy, but the affection and warmth, essentially lust, she felt from those men made her feel wanted, which had been the thing her mother gave her more than anything. Her mom was so in love with her little girl, from the second she was born, and had always been so affectionate. Her father was much more reserved, and after the death, he was almost closed off emotionally.

A few months later, Natasha felt mostly back to normal, only the lack of any affection from her father, made her even more dependent on attention from random other men. Those that she got the best affection from was her friend’s dad’s. They were usually really good family men, and it was obvious they loved a young pretty girl flirting with them. They were such low key good guys, and they felt for Natasha for her loss. She didn’t really understand that flirting too much could change affection into desire. Desire became lust, and men weren’t good at ignoring lust.

So that brings us to Christina’s dad Robert. They were a fourth generation family from Brazil. Her dad had been a great athlete, and went to Stanford on a full ride for track and field. He was 41 now, but he was still an athlete. His hair, straight and long enough to fall in his eyes, was still jet black, when they would go out back to the pool sometimes he would swim with them, he still had a light 6 pack stomach. His whole body was rounded from a chiseled physique and Natasha thought of all her friends Dad’s, Robert was the hottest and she flirted with him the most.

She loved the subtle way he would flirt back, giving her a hug when she came over, would launch her off of his shoulders when she and Christina wanted to fly and crash back down into the pool, and she always felt like his hands would stroke her thighs when he did so. She would lean over anything in front of him to stick out her butt and he once or twice had patted her behind laughing, and last week, he had actually pinched her as he walked by.

Today she was in her cheerleading outfit which was the best. The skirt was damn short, barley covering her modest behind, and the tight polyester tops, zipped up the back and hugged the body. She was quite petite, and though her tits were good size for her frame, they still were modest b cups. But she looked forward to flirting tonight, she made her to pull her bloomers in a bit so more of her firm, fit, contoured ass cheeks would stick out and be more volatile.

She hadn’t known that Robert’s wife was out of town that weekend. She couldn’t have known what was coming but, she in the end had to admit she instigated, she sent signals, she showed interest. How was he to know she didn’t realize where the line was? It never ever occurred to her that he should have known she wasn’t for touching, but looking back at it now, she had him to thank for how things were. Most of her friends would enter college and exit with crazy debt. She was going to enter college with enough to buy a house before her first class, if she even bothered with college.

Natasha was momentarily pulled out of her memory when her latest lover came around, sounding like he was drunk.

“Unnff. Tashhhaaa? Ho, phimmminnnnn.” He let go of her leg, and took a step back and Natasha was back on her feet for the first time since it started. He never looked her in the eye as he stumbled away. Natasha followed him and saw him tumble to the couch and start snoring almost instantly. She sat in the chair next to the couch and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She watched him, still a bit in disbelief he had just fucked her. There wasn’t love there; that was a hard, mindless fuck. A man completely overcome with intoxication from his cock.

She leaned her head back against the cushion of the chair and let her mind drift again. Roberto had had a very firm body. The tone of his muscle felt amazing to her. Much better than her latest lover. He was a bit wide in the waistband, he was kind of spongy. But Robert, he was a specimen. They came home to Roberto making a stir fry for dinner. Christina went upstairs to change and Natasha stayed in the kitchen.

“So how did you tonight?”

“Good! We won 51-35. The crowd was really into it. That’s always fun.”

“Nice. Nice.” Natasha saw his eyes elevator down and up her body. “They have great uniforms for you gals this year.”

“Oh, do you like them?” Natasha responded in a squeaky voice. She did a slow twirl for him. When she had turned 180 degrees she pulled on the edge of her skirt, pulling it up, exposing her bottom, the majority of her bloomer buried in the crack of her ass.

“But see how the skirts don’t float as much? I miss that.” Natasha said.

“Hmmm, show me that again?” Robert asked.

Natasha pulled up the skirt again, and gave him another eye full.

“Yeah, I guess that has changed, but you look terrific.”

“Thanks! But you have seen these before, Christina is on the squad.”

“She doesn’t make it look the way you do.” Robert said with a lot of base in his voice.

Natasha blushed, and looked down.

“Here, come taste. . . “ Robert said, and Natasha complied. He brought the wooden spoon to her lips, his other hand pressing her cheeks to get her mouth open. Then she felt his groin pressing on the outside of her thigh. It was the first time she had ever felt a penis, erect or otherwise, there in the kitchen, his hard on pushing against his jeans.

She felt him gently put the spoon in and she took in the food. It was delicious. Her heart was pounding. She felt the wildest sensation in between her legs. Her body was responding, and Natasha’s mind went along for the ride.

“Mmmm, it’s really yummy!” Robert smiled and ran his thumb over her lips, removing the extra sauce, and licked it off his thumb. Natasha remembered feeling so intense right then. She felt like Robert was going to grab her, he looked so hungry.

Then she heard Christina bounding down the stairs, and Robert turned back to the stir fry, and Natasha palmed her skirt to make sure it was still down. She could feel the wetness on her panties, and worried she had peed herself.

They had dinner and watched a movie on HBO. Partway through Natasha said she was gonna go change into her sweats and t shirt, and Christina had told her to hurry back. Half a minute later Robert excused himself for the restroom.

Natasha got to the bedroom and pulled her things out of her backpack. She pulled off her top and bra and put on her t shirt. She had just pulled her bloomers and panties off and was about to unzip her skirt when she felt three things she never had before. A man’s hand gripping her thighs, a man’s nose up against her anus, and a man’s tongue. Thinking back it was kind of embarrassing for her. She hadn’t been grooming back then. She wasn’t super hairy at that point but still, she wished she had been well manicured into the landing strip she had now for him.

“Ho-hooly shit! Mr., Mr. Ventura . . . HAAAHH!” Natasha let out a yelp as she felt the first every pure sexual pleasure she ever had. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her legs jelly.

Robert stood up and spun her around and held her face in one hand and her tight little ass in the other and kissed her. “Mmmmm, you like to tease hmmm? I’ll give you what you are asking for.” He said in a low but very sexy voice, and Natasha was frozen in shock.

She watched Robert go to his knees and begin to massage and lick and kiss her legs. She couldn’t believe he was actually touching her! She felt equal parts fear and anticipation. She wasn’t sure she was ready for her first man, but she could see in his eyes, something was going to happen to her, that hadn’t before.

His face disappeared under her skirt. “Ahhh! AAAHHH! Oohhhh! Sh-sh-sh-ohhh!” Natasha moaned softly, her hands clasped over her mouth and nose, her french tipped nails touching above her eyes.

He began to devour her passionately, his tongue exploring all of her femininity and Natasha began to quiver all over and Robert’s skilled cunnilingus was causing explosions of pleasure to bolt through her.

“Oma-ma-ma-ma Oh ma-ma-ma. Ooooooh shit!” Natasha hissed. She was gripping Roberts hair, trying to point him to where she wanted his attention most second by second and he responded.

“Oooh, Oh shit, Mr. Ven—ha ,ha. Uuuuuuuummmm!” Natasha went hoarse as her first ever orgasm exploded and her world melted around her. She bucked her hips and buckled. She fell to the floor, or would have if Robert hadn’t caught her. She stood up with her, hoisting her to her feet.

He began to kiss her, diving into her mouth and tasting her teeth. Natasha was so concerned with getting enough air after her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, while feeling quite sedated. But she loved when she felt her pussy being stimulated again, now with his fingers.

He meticulously worked her back into waves of pleasure until he had wormed one finger in her, and then two, his fingers thrusting time and time again. He went faster and faster, Natasha gripping his arms, her lips moaning into his chest as he brought her to orgasm again and kept working her so a second orgasm tailed the first, nearly knocking her out. Natasha felt like melted butter. Her whole body was warm and fuzzy and she felt almost like she wanted to go into a warm cocoon and sleep for 100 years.

“Mmmmm, someone’s fucking ready. You’re dripping sweetie. Don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Natasha heard Robert growl into her ear, unable to focus on anything but her own swimming mind, trying to stay conscious. She felt herself pressed up against a wall. She felt his lips and tongue go to hers. She felt his hands massaging her bare buttocks and then she felt it.

It pulled her back to reality a bit. Enough to get her eyes open. She felt his erection, free and clear, pressed between her tummy and his lower stomach. He was grinding his hips into her.

“Mmmmnnnaaah Mmmmmrrrrrmmmmeeeerrt. Rommmmm.” Natasha was too drugged one her own brains chemicals to focus. She knew she should not go further, it was right, it wasn’t time. But he felt so warm and strong up against her, his cock was pulsing and she felt an incredible yearning to feel him internally.

She didn’t have to wait long. She felt Robert scoop her up by her thighs, her skirt pushed up, her ass against the wall as his penis slid down from the top of her folds until he reached her birth canal and pushed inside her, her pussy relaxed and her flower opened from his talented fingers.

She was looking directly at Robert as he entered her body. She watched his face squint up for a moment and then he made a drunk type face, mouth open and eyes droopy. “Unnnghmmm. Holy fuck baby, oh Jesus, I’d pay a thousand bucks for this pussy. Ohhhhhdaauuuuuummmmm.”

Natasha felt tears in her eyes once Robert entered her, her emotions pouring out. Her loss of her mother, her distant father, her need for affection. On top of all that was the cognizance of losing her virginity, that a much older man was inside her, that she was having sex with her friend’s father. It was so much to accept at once, and her loins were already over stimulated as it was.

She wasn’t ready for how fast her next orgasm hit and Robert fucked her against the wall. She barely made a sound, just shuddered from the intense pleasure and then sobbed openly into his chest. She was full of guilt, pleasure, doubt, hunger, confusion, lust and desire. She felt so exposed, but wouldn’t have wanted him to stop for anything in the world.

She had never had a man take her, and yet she now understood how the urge to mate functioned. She learned so much that night. She couldn’t believe how badly she felt like she wanted him to orgasm inside her. She knew the risk, but she wanted the finality, she wanted the completion of their act of coitus. She leaned back and looked down, watching in absolute shock, still sobbing softly, of Robert’s penis going into her body and then coming out, wet and shiny, before plunging back in.
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