His and Hers Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – His and Hers Ch. 03 by 8inthebox,8inthebox
Welcome to part two of our story. This series is a multi-part collaboration attempt between two first time Literotica writers (very special thank you to HunnyBunnyGirl for taking this journey alongside me). As we are writing this series is written in tandem, you will notice changes in pronouns. To avoid confusion, we’ll be labeling our sections HIS and HERS.

As always, constructive feedback is encouraged. Let us know what you like (and what you don’t). Most of all, please enjoy our work. However you see fit.

HERS

As we kiss deeply, I can taste my sweet nectar on your lips, my body still shaking, waves of pleasure still radiating from me, your touch so intoxicating against my skin.

My nipples are still unbelievably hard, looking at your face as you watch Ryan storm away. “DADDY Dom, fuck, you made me feel incredible. Let me make you cum, please,” I beg.

I watch you nod in approval, slowly kissing across your bearded cheek, making my way to your ear, whispering, “Someone is happy to see me. Or are you just happy you’ve humiliated Ryan?”

My fingers glide down your body feeling the contour of your strong muscles, my man’s strong body. Reaching into the waistband of your shorts, I lean in and nibble your ear lobe lightly, pulling it with my teeth as I let you go, causing you a little pain before I kiss your neck. Biting you teasingly.

Butterflies arise in my stomach, I’d never felt like this before, and yet here I was, losing all sense of control. I needed to feel your cock against my skin one way or another. FUCK I’m losing my mind, willing to act so slutty. I’d even allowed you to make me orgasm uncontrollably with my friends and family around.

I could see my mom and dad talking at the BBQ and briefly wondered what you and my Dad had spoken about, but I assumed you’d let me know later if it was important.

I can feel your hard cock pressing against your shorts wanting to break free, I cannot possibly describe the way my body is reacting, just being in your presence makes me wet, and mere seconds ago you made me gush like a water fountain in the pool.

I’m just glad the water is hiding how much of a mess we made together. Was I truly in love or was I waking up to new and incredible sensations, the same sensations which made me want to please you in front of my family and friends?

I’d never done something like this. Never before had I submitted my body to a man. I was a feminist, how could I let a man dominate me like this?

The thought of being submissive to you, of giving over my body completely for you to use, sends a chill down my spine and I do the unthinkable, pulling your cock free from your shorts. Looking around, hoping nobody is watching, after Ryan had stormed out, I was on high alert. “Fuck it,” I think, it’s my turn. I need to please my man.

My fingers grab your cock and begin to gently stroke your shaft, squeezing your cock a little, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. I start pumping your hard cock up and down without wasting any time.

My hand is slick and wet from the pool water, using the water as a natural lube, your cock growing harder, more rigid in my fingers. I can feel your 7-inch, thick, cut cock throbbing in my hand as I continue slowly stroking you, from base to tip.

That’s right Daddy Dom, I’ve got you too, let me show you my abilities right here and now in the pool. My fingers are sliding over your whole length, smoothly massaging your throbbing shaft, and rubbing the sensitive spot right under the head of your cock. Finally, gliding my hand across the smooth tip I rub the head with my fingers and palm before going back down to the base of your hard cock.

God, I wanted you to fuck me right now, to take my pussy like a whore and let my friends see you cover me in cum, sending it deep inside me, fucking me like a submissive pet. But, this was impossible, so I’d have to settle for making you cum with my hand and mouth at best.

Suddenly we hear my mom calling me to help with fetching the food. God, I hated that it was always the woman’s job to serve the food but there was no way I was leaving this pool without making you cum first.

I hear you moaning and writhing against my body and hand, my skill and fluidity nothing like you’ve felt before as I expertly rub and jerk your cock, driving you crazy with pleasure. After a few seconds, my big Daddy Dom is reduced to a panting, shivering mess in the pool, your cock throbbing against my fingers.

Your balls are tightening, getting ready to explode, but fuck that, I squeeze your cock expertly letting your ejaculate slow allowing me to continue my torture on your cock, I start using both hands one to fondle your full balls, the other stroking your hard cock, thankful to be able to stand in the pool, against the ledge, otherwise this would be an interesting balance act.

Your cock feels incredibly warm in the cold water. Your veins throbbing against my palm and precum dripping freely into the pool from that gorgeous slit.

Hearing you moan, “Damn you’re good, you slut,” my heart swelled with a sense of pride, and I was getting incredibly turned on again, I had never given a handjob underwater before, let alone this close in the open to friends. My parents could be anywhere, hosting this party. At any moment, they could turn the corner and see us, your cock exposed under the water, my hand pulling on it, my eyes burning a hole through it.

This was a completely different feeling. Accepting my place, admitting my total submission to you, and to that gorgeous cock. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time you’d made someone submit like a whore for you, but I certainly was hoping it would be the last.

I was watching you squirm and groan from my touch, fuck, I started pumping you faster, twisting my hand when it reached your cockhead in the way I knew you liked, I could feel your legs shaking and your hips start to thrust as you started fucking my hand.

” You bitch!” you moaned through gritted teeth. “Make me fucking cum,” you breathed heavily.

Your face flushed with pleasure, my breathing just as heavy now, my arousal so strong again, excitement coursing through my body. My nipples rock hard, the small power I had over you, now making me smile, knowing this power will be fleeting once you’ve cum.

I’m stoking you so fast but that isn’t enough for you, you’re fucking my hand with abandon. Your cock slides up and down in my fingers, your balls bouncing around, and your breathing is erratic as I feel your hands around my neck squeezing tightly.

“Make me cum bitch,” you moan.

Your whole body tensed and ready to blow, my hand on your cock quickens its pace moving at rapid speed, as your whole body convulses and you let out a groan. Your cock swells bigger, and violently explodes, your hot creamy cum coating my body, before being washed away into the pool.

HIS

As my breathing begins to regulate, I look into your beautiful eyes, looking back at me with pure adoration. You’re so beautiful when you’ve earned your praise. The sparkle in your eyes gives you away. You’re proud of yourself. And you should be. “You made Daddy feel so good, princess,” I say, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you say, as I lean into you and cover those perfect lips with mine. Allowing my tongue to enter your mouth. Swirling with yours. We break our kiss just as our breathing is beginning to increase in intensity. I pull back, and press my hand against the side of your cheek, my thumb lightly rubbing it. You nuzzle deeper into my palm, pressing your face more strongly into it as I lean in and whisper in your ear, “Let’s get out of this pool before I make you ride my cock in front of this whole fucking party.”

I can tell you are intrigued, you’re biting your lip, looking so fucking hot that despite your having just made me explode, my cock twitches. “He just can’t get enough of you,” I chuckle, “come on let’s go be social,” I say, climbing out of the pool and extending my hand to help my little girl out.

The motivation for my chivalry is twofold. Both selfish and unselfish. You’ve earned my courtesy, my protection. I simply want to carry the weight of the world for you. Selfishly, helping you affords me an exquisite view. Exposing your perfect body to me inch by inch as it breaks the surface of the water. As soon as both feet are on solid ground, I lift you up into my arms, one hand under your legs, perilously close to your ass, feeling the heat radiating from that pussy of yours, the other supporting your neck.

As we approach your family I let you down, making sure as I do, to run my hands over your tight body, sneaking a feel whenever I can. A crowd is gathered near the back entrance of the house. Your mother is inside, setting up serving stations as your father, and Ryan (who appears to have settled down some) are taking the meat off the grill.

As we approach, I notice that the vast majority of men here are staring. Your walk is sex personified. Every step highlights your impossible curves. Your hips, your ass, and your incredible chest leaving a trail of envy behind you. Women are getting visibly upset with their partners, who cannot seem to tear their eyes from your flesh.

Standing behind you, I place my hand on your hip and pull you back into me. You feel my cock thickening as your ass makes contact, my fingers, lightly playing with your hip bone as you imperceptibly grind your ass into my cock. Hoping to cause a bit of trouble for me. My grip tightens on your hip, confirming that I know exactly what you’re doing, but I hold you tightly against me. Never wanting to let go.

Ryan walks past us, carrying the meat. As his eyes meet us, we can see his thinly veiled disdain for me. His eyes have not left us, boring a hole straight through me.

Not one to blink first, I slowly move my fingers from your hip across the front of your suit, he’s stopped now, staring daggers at me as I push out the front of your suit and slide my hand inside. My fingers toy with you. As I move them in a single line, starting at your clit, straight down through your lips, pushing lightly inside to capture a hint of your wetness, then back out, grazing your clit again, causing you to shudder. Your head is back against my shoulder as I play your body like an instrument. A conductor, performing for his audience.

As I remove my finger, I run it up your midriff, leaving a trail of your wetness behind. Ryan’s mouth hangs open, disbelief that you’d let me do this right in front of him. My eyes locked on his, I bring my fingers to your lips. Pushing them inside. “Suck,” I say, and immediately you take them inside your mouth. Tasting yourself on them. Licking every drop off of me.

He begins to shake his head in disgust, so I wink at him and lean down to kiss you, our tongues playing together, sharing your flavor. Ryan looks as though he’d kill me if the opportunity ever presented itself, but attempts to continue with the plate of food, nearly dropping it on the ground. My hands reach out and steady him. My warning accompanies my assistance, “Careful, you wouldn’t want to lose the food also.”

Only the three of us understand the implications. He’s lost any chance he may have had with you. You belong to me now. He must either accept his loss and move on, or I will continue to make him suffer. Forcing him to watch you touch me. To witness you stimulating me in a way he’s been dreaming of for years.

The food is served, we’ve all lined up, made our plates, and are seated throughout the backyard. We’ve settled on a bench that normally would fit one, but that’s more than ok for you, as you sit down directly in my lap. My cock nestled between the cheeks of your ass as we eat and interact with your family. I’m getting to know them better, which after all was the goal today, but your ass continues grinding on my lap ever so slightly. Unnoticed by those around us, except Ryan, who has been eyeballing us non-stop.

As the meal wraps up, Ryan’s anger becomes palpable. All of your family and friends have begun to notice his sour mood. Finally, he stands up, walks over to us, and looks into your eyes, the pain evident in his face. Avoiding my gaze, he says, “Rhiannon, can I please talk to you in private for a bit?”

You look back at me, wondering how I’d feel if you left me here, but I simply nod and smile. “Sure, baby, whatever you want,” I say, “I want to spend a little time with Shawn anyway.”

You love that I care about your son, that I want to develop a relationship with him, and your smile lights up at me. I can feel the warmth it contains, but also your underlying submission. You place your hand on my leg, your fingers circling my cock as you push yourself up to a standing position. Seeing that Ryan is the only one looking at us, your hand closes around my cock through my suit and strokes it a few times as you rise, an action that does not go unnoticed by Ryan.

As you walk away with Ryan, putting on a show for my benefit, I decide to stand up and go find Shawn. During my search, I bump into your mother, who tells me that they’ve made up the guest room, just in case we’d like to stay. My mind immediately wanders to all the ways staying could play out and I smile, knowing this day will offer me a glorious opportunity to test and further your submission.

HERS

Finally, I break from you, kissing you. My tongue connects with yours, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace before you pull away biting my lip. I begrudgingly turn to leave your presence. You give me a hard smack on my bum, slightly stinging my left cheek, I look at you with a judging smile and all you say is “Go get him, Tiger.”

Ryan guides me past my parent’s bedroom before coming to a halt at the bathroom. As we approached the door, he gestured and paused in front of me. Glancing around, I noticed no one nearby, prompting us to quietly enter. Once inside, he locks the door, making me realize how alone we now are.

Ryan and I begin a heated argument about my relationship with you. He believes that you are taking advantage of me and that I deserve better than you. I can’t help but laugh when he suggests that I deserve him instead, but I stand my ground and defend you. Expressing to him that I enjoy being dominated by you, detailing for him all the ways you embody the qualities of a real man.

Ryan’s eyes transform as I gush about you, shifting from their usual warm gaze to a fiery intensity, reflecting his growing anger. With sudden force, he pushes me against the sink, causing my back to arch and my bathers to tighten against my body. At that moment, it feels as if he sees nothing but red, and I have become the sole target of his frustration with the humiliation we caused him.

I next feel Ryan do the unthinkable, pulling my bikini bottoms away from my flesh, and across to one side. Revealing my pussy to the cold air. I’m in shock. Ryan hadn’t ever been like this before. He was always so innocent, that is why I’d never liked him. At that moment, standing in my parents bathroom, my suit pulled away from my pussy, I acknowledge my innermost thoughts. I still don’t like him.

That’s when I felt it, Ryan’s hand cupping my pussy. “You like this Slut, don’t you?” he growls, slipping two fingers into my body, hoping to engage my submissive nature. How wrong he was. I wasn’t a submissive bitch, I was Andrew’s submissive bitch, his whore and toy to play with.

Before Ryan even knew what was happening he felt my hand against his face as I slapped him, knocking him to his senses. He went to say sorry, his anger and passion slowly disappearing, as I slapped him once more, hitting him harder than before, pushing him away from me. Finally I fix my bikini and turn away, unlocking the door and leaving him behind, I exit the bathroom.

As the evening wore on, it seemed like nothing eventful was happening. Ryan made a conscious effort to keep his distance, even going so far as to jump out of the way to avoid a potential chair collision with me.

Meanwhile, Andrew gazed at me longingly while engaging in a conversation with my dad, reminiscing about stories from my childhood. It was during this exchange that my dad subtly hinted that he may not be as oblivious to my true nature as I believe.

Before long, my mom and I found ourselves engaged in conversation, contemplating whether we should all play a game or call an end to the evening altogether. We stand in the kitchen alone, my mom looking at me lovingly, a knowing look that insinuates quite clearly that she knows what’s going on between me and Andrew. Leaning in, giving my cheek a kiss and my bum a playful squeeze, she walks out of the kitchen, joining everyone in the living room. We are ready to wind the night down with a game.

HIS

As I wrap up my conversation with your father, I see you approaching, a smile on your face. Ryan is eyeing me from afar, he looks quite concerned. As you approach me, I look at you, and raise my eyebrows, searching for a confirmation that all is ok.

You slip up beside me, putting an arm around my waist, sliding your hand into my pocket, and running your nails over my leg, through the material of my suit. Leaning down, I push your hair away from your eyes and cover your lips with mine. Sliding my tongue inside them, searching out yours.

As we disengage, I can’t help but notice that Ryan is still looking at us, but with less venom and more trepidation. “What’s his story, he looks nervous?” I ask, and you wave me away, telling me you handled it and he won’t be bothering us anymore. Standing up on your toes, you put your lips next to my ear, and I can feel your hot breath, causing goosebumps on my skin as you recount the entire scenario, exactly as it played out minutes before.

My blood pressure begins to rise at your retelling of events, but I feel your nails gently running up and down my back, soothing me. You whisper softly into my ear, careful not to be heard, “Leave it alone. For me. I handled it and he won’t ever get near this again.” As if to emphasize that it belongs to me, you punctuate your sentence by grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand to your pussy over your bathers.

Cupping you in my palm, my middle finger pushing the material into you, ever so briefly, I let you feel the penetration before removing my hand, popping the fingertip into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Savoring your flavor.

“Ok, everybody, it’s time to play LCR,” your mom says, and the 10 remaining people gather around the large dining table. You are to my right and your family is seated counter-clockwise from there, ending with Ryan to my left.

The buy-ins have been accounted for, and we begin to roll the dice. The animated nature of the game is allowing all of our true, competitive personalities to come out. A great deal of yelling, cheering, and obviously, the occasional boo can be heard echoing throughout the house.

As the game progresses, you’ve decided that you’d much prefer my lap to your seat, and have nestled yourself in. Your ass separated by my hardening shaft, you’ve begun to work your hips. Very slightly, only those directly next to us can see. Your Mom looks at you smiling knowingly, and winks. Ryan has a look of pure defeat.

As the dice move around and around the table, you’re brazenly working your ass on my cock. I bless my luck that this game hasn’t ended, as standing up to say goodbye to your family will be an awkward endeavor in this condition. Almost as if summoned by my innermost thoughts, Ryan rolls for the dice remaining and wins the game, and the money. Celebrating, he cheers, proclaiming himself the big winner, looking into my eyes.

My smile doesn’t change, I simply put my hand into my lap beneath you, line my cock up with your hot, wet pussy and push it against you through our suits. “Something tells me, I already won today,” I say, winking at him as your eyes roll back, your head falls to my shoulder and you look directly at him, nibbling on your lip.

The table begins to clear, your remaining family and friends ready to go home. As we’re gathering ourselves, saying our goodbyes, you see me take Ryan aside, speaking to him sternly. You can’t help wondering what I could be saying.

He nods at me contritely, and I offer my hand, which begrudgingly, he shakes. You look at me strangely, as he approaches you on his way to the door. “Goodnight Rhi,” he says, pressing his winnings from the game into your hand, “I’m so sorry. Take this, I insist, it’s the least I can do.”

He walks past you and out the door, followed by the remaining stragglers. Only your parents and the two of us remain. Your son, long since asleep.

Your father looks at me, and says, “How about a nightcap,” leading me to his man cave, a full bar and his office, with a sign stating clearly, “No Girls Allowed.” He says it’s a joke, but one look at this room tells me nothing about it is a joke to him. This is his happy place, but it also gives me an idea. I WILL have you. Right here in this room.

As he walks me around, pointing out all of the hidden gems of his oasis, I can’t help but find my eyes drawn to his desk. It is immaculately clean, forged from old oak. It must’ve cost a fortune, or been in the family for generations. Internally, I can’t imagine why he’d not allow women in here. The height of the desk will be perfect to bend you over.

As we wrap up our drink, I can see your father is fading. “Shall we go find the ladies and head off to sleep?” he asks, leading me out the door and into the family room, where you’re waiting patiently on the couch, chatting with your mother.

We exchange pleasantries and separate for the night. Your parents adjourn to their room while we head to the guest room. Once inside, you close the door and pounce. Your mouth on mine, your tongue pushing into my mouth. You’re biting at my lips. It’s as though you’re in heat. Our bodies pressed together, I lean into you and tell you, “Let’s play a game.”

You look at me with hooded lids, I can see the need in your eyes, the passion, the desire. I know what you need. And I will give it to you. On my terms.

I smack your ass. Hard. Not enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to get your full attention. Pulling you towards me I take out my blindfold, affixing it over your eyes. I can see your nipples hardening as you stand in front of me, unable to see where I’ll touch next as I navigate around you, running my fingers over your body. “I said we’re playing a game,” I state sternly, “now be a good girl and count to 20 while I hide, when you find me, be ready, because I’m going to fucking take what’s mine, and show you who your real daddy is.”

You gasp and moan at my words, feeling your wetness increase dramatically. Your lack of vision sharpens your other senses, as you hear me leave the room, quietly making my way through the darkened house, back to your father’s man cave. As you search for me, I remove my clothes and sit in your father’s office chair. Completely naked.

The door to the room opens…

HERS

Walking with a blindfold over my eyes, my other senses desperately trying to compensate but ultimately failing, I cautiously make my way down the hallway, determined not to cheat. With each step, I teeter on the edge of losing my balance, gritting my teeth in determination.

After a series of unfortunate events that included stubbing my toe in the kitchen, banging my leg in the living room, and smacking my hip on the hall table leading into my dad’s man cave, I finally found you in my dad’s office, relieved yet slightly bruised.

HIS

As the door swings open I see you hobble into the office, hands in front of yourself, feeling around in the blackness, you’re quite obviously wondering how in the world you’ll ever find me. The frustration and excitement, evident on your face.

I remain seated at your father’s desk, my breathing completely silent, not ready to give away my location. The lights are quite dim, barely illuminating the space, but more than bright enough for me to watch your movements. Your body is highlighted by their soft glow. Seeing your impossibly sexy form creeping carefully around the room, my cock begins to lengthen.

Almost silently, I rise and approach you, keeping just enough distance to avoid your touch. Sneaking behind you, I follow your progress around the room. Watching your beautiful ass bounce as you search. My cock now at nearly full mast, my eyes, refusing to tear themselves from that incredible body. My body, I think. It belongs to me.

I can see your excitement displayed all over you. The goosebumps on your skin, the hardness of your nipples, the look of pure lust on your face giving you away. But there’s more, I can smell your arousal. I can smell your pussy, no, MY pussy. It must be absolutely soaked. As I let out a deep breath accompanied by a slight groan, you freeze. My distraction working against me, I continue following you, focused solely on your ass and legs, and run right into you from behind.

You feel my body pressed to yours, my cock leading the way pressing right into the cheek of your ass. I hear you let out a desperate breath as you push your ass back into me. My arms wrap around you. Pulling you tightly back into me as my hands follow a straight path up your midriff to cup your tits over your night dress. My lips and teeth capture your earlobe, lightly sucking and nibbling it as I hold you to me. Feeling your hard nipples in my palms through the cups of your dress and the cheeks of your ass surrounding my cock as you grind back into it. Your head is thrown back, you’re mumbling with need as I untie your blindfold, allowing a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low light. I reposition my cock as you adjust to your surroundings, bumping my big, swollen head against your opening through the thin, silky material of your sexy night dress.

I open my lips, keeping them right next to your ear, and whisper breathily, highlighting my need, “Get the fuck under the desk, I have some things to do, let’s work simultaneously.” You know exactly what I want. Your mouth, watering at my suggestion.

HERS

With one swift move, I crawl under my father’s desk, banging my head as I find my way. You look down at me for a second and contemplate whether you actually want to do this and take the risk of getting caught in my dad’s office. All concerns are quieted as I reach into your shorts and slowly take it out. All the while you continue to type away at the computer. I feel the familiar warm feeling between my legs that I always have when I think of you, or better yet, touch you as I’m doing now.

You casually look down at me as I’m preparing to worship your cock, giving me the look. The one I love, the one that says you know what I am about to do, and you can’t wait for me to start.

I finally reach your big, cum filled balls and lightly brush my lips over them, my hot breath against your skin. I slowly run my tongue up and down the length of your balls with little butterfly flicks and kisses. Pressing my tongue more firmly against them, teasing you as I keep exploring your swollen, cum filled balls.

My tongue dancing, hungrily against your skin licking you like a melting ice cream cone, I put your cum filled delights into my mouth, enjoying myself completely, like the cum whore I am. I continue working my tongue in a swirling circular motion, before sucking them individually, teasing my Daddy’s big balls. I concentrate on one at a time, switching between the right and left before greedily taking both into my slutty mouth, sucking on them as my life depended on it, alternating hard and soft, feeling your throbbing balls inside my mouth.

I can’t resist my need any longer and take your hard cock into my mouth. I’m loving every minute of this, the sensation I am feeling, knowing you are getting pure pleasure from this. I suck your cock into my mouth until I can feel it slide across the back of my throat, and I know how good that feels for you. You reach down very subtly to touch my hair and face, lightly stroking it to show me that you love this.

I am sucking faster now, alternating between shoving it down as far as it will go, and playfully licking your entire cock, I hit my head again on the table, as I push your legs wider giving me better access to your hard cock, my fingers going up and down your shaft, fast and slowly like torture, as my thumb glides over your sensitive slit in your cockhead.

I can’t help myself and before long I am really stroking your cock with my hand and mouth, I can feel my pussy dripping, my horny juices running down the crack of my ass, and my calves soaked beneath me. The blow job you’re getting defies your expectations. The wildest thoughts you had when you planned this moment earlier, while speaking with my dad as he sat in this very chair, have been easily surpassed.

I keep sucking steadily and rhythmically while I gently fondle your balls. You slide down ever so slightly in the chair and I can feel your heartbeat quicken and sense the warmth building up in you. My breathing deepened as more of your cock disappeared into my mouth.

My eyes look up at you, an open window into my animalistic urges. I need this cock and I start pumping you with my fingers, my mouth working up and down, continuing my bobbing on your cock. I can already taste the flavor of your delicious precum as it begins to pour from you. The taste of you, the feel of your hard dick in my mouth drives me wild with lust. In a way, I am addicted to cum. Your cum, at least.

I moaned around you as you slid further and further in my cock hungry mouth with each bob of my head. I suck you hard, unable to stop myself. I need it so badly, I need you in my slutty little mouth. Sliding my hand beneath and behind your balls, I grip your base, sucking you as deep as I can. I need to feed on my man’s cock. Nothing else will do.

Pleasuring my man’s cock is what I live for in this moment. I tighten my grip and keep sucking, bobbing my head on your cock. I am beginning to realize how orally fixated I am. So much so, that as I let myself get into the act of sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling, and fucking my masters cock with my mouth, I feel my body respond. My hips move, I groan, my clit absolutely on fire. I can feel it. I can see it in my mind as I slide my hand right down to it and start to rub.

Groaning at the sensation of my finger on my clit and your big cock in my mouth, I bob my head up and down on your dick. In a matter of seconds I feel my first orgasm rip through me. I continue sucking you, up and down, up and down, up and down as my pussy pulses. Continuing the path my lips are following along your cock, I take small breaks to lick the length of your big, hard shaft. My fingers still rubbing my clit as I feel the next orgasm coming. I mouth as much of your dick as I can, giving him my tongue and as much suction as I can muster.

My orgasm slams through me. Beginning at my clit straight through my stomach and up into my chest. “Mmmm,” I moan as I cum, throwing my head forward until your cock hits the back of my throat. I needed this more than I knew, I think as I throw my head forward again, sucking as hard as I could, stopping only to beg for it. “Oh Daddy, I want your cum so bad, Please fuck meee.”

HIS

Hearing the desperation in your voice, I slowly slide my chair back, popping my cock from the warm, wet, sucking confines of your mouth. As I stand, you stay where you are, kneeling at my feet. Looking up into my eyes, your expression is a mixture of unbridled desire, sheer nervousness, and complete submission. If we get caught, there will be no denying what a slut you are for me. No mistaking who your Daddy really is.

Reaching down, I take your hand in mine, gently lifting you to your feet. This will be the last sweet, gentle action I take before unleashing my inner animal. As you reach your feet I look directly into your eyes, your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is heavy, as evidenced by the rise and fall of your gorgeous 36 Ds. Your nipples are standing straight out, pencil erasers pressing at the material of your night dress.

Reaching up to your tits, I close my fingers on your sexy lace sleepwear and grab the tops of the cups, ripping it open and off of you. Straight down the middle, leaving it in tatters on the floor beneath us. I can smell your desire as I turn you around and in one motion, sweep everything off your father’s desk, leaving only his monitor.

I aggressively turn you around, the beast inside me taking over. Pushing you down, your elbows and forearms flat on the desk, your ass and pussy on display for me. Your hips, now unable to stay still, are rocking back and forth. I can see your desire running down the inside of your thighs as I approach you and rub my big, hard cock through the lips of your pussy once, twice, three times. Ensuring it gets nice and wet, and that my big, defined head and shaft can be felt as they slide over your clit with each pass.

Reaching forward, grabbing your hair, I pull back your head. Creating the perfect angle to penetrate you. My cock slowly, inch by inch opens up your beautiful pussy. You can feel every ridge, every bump, the well-defined head, the thick shaft. It’s rock hard and yet there’s a softness to it, defying logic. Your lips parting around me, your hot wet tunnel expanding to allow me fully into it. Your tight wetness stretching to accommodate my big hard cock.

As I hit bottom, I can feel your wetness escaping, running down my balls. You’re positively soaked, which will only make it easier to claim you. To take your body for my pleasure. I begin to pick up speed. My cock burying itself into you over and over to the hilt. My hips meet yours as you push back to meet me. Wanting to feel every inch I can offer.

You’re whimpering now, trying so hard not to make too much noise as my hips continue to slap against you, pounding MY pussy into submission. Your breathing is coming in shallow gasps as I continue to saw my big cock into and out of you. Your pussy is on fire. You’re mumbling unintelligibly as I continue the assault on your perfect little pussy.

My free hands being put to good use, as I press them to the small of your back, laying your chest flat on the desk, your arms out to the sides now, your fingers turning white as you grasp the edges of his desk. Your hard nipples pressed into the oak of its surface.

Raising my right hand above my head, I bring it down swiftly, the crack of my palm against your ass fills the room as you groan. Loudly. Almost too loudly, I think, as I take the makeshift blindfold and shove it in your mouth.

“You have to be quiet baby, or your parents will hear you. Unless you want them to come see what a filthy fucking whore you are for me,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to save my little girl’s modesty.

My words have their intended effect, but the gag has done its job. Your loud moans were stifled by the fabric shoved into your mouth. My hips pick up their pace again as I continue to reign down my hands on your ass. The flesh of your cheeks turns pink, then red. I’m still smacking that perfect peach, but following up the sharp stinging swats, with gentle soothing rubbing.

I see the tears stinging in your eyes as I smack your ass repeatedly, but more so, I can see the fire in them. I feel your hips pick up speed and intensity as they thrust back at me, swallowing my cock completely inside of you over and over.

Your release is building alongside mine. You’re moaning, mumbling unintelligibly around the blindfold buried in your mouth. Your breathing becomes more shallow. Your words are a jumbled, garbled mess as I take my pussy right to the edge of bliss. My cock pistoning in and out of you. The curve of my shaft can be felt passing over your g spot. Pressing against it with each thrust. The helmet, driving right over it, making you pant for me.

You feel your explosion before it connects in your brain, the blindfold drops from your mouth as it opens wide, and your eyes roll back. I know you’re about to explode so I continue fucking that pussy with no mercy. Pounding into it as your fingers grip the desk, your head is thrown back and I feel your pussy pulse, and your orgasm wash over you.

Your words, loudly echoing off the walls of your father’s office, “Oh fuck daddy, I’m CUMMING!” you scream, your body thrashing against me, racked with pleasure. “FUUUUCK Daddy,” you half moan, half scream as you continue to feel the contractions and pulses of your explosion.

I don’t even break my pace, continuing to pound it into you, your pleasure intensifying further. You’re speaking completely unintelligibly now, it’s almost as though you’re speaking an ancient, broken language. You can barely formulate words, my cock completely occupying your mind. Our attempts to stay quiet have long since been forgotten. My cock continues to drive you to the edge. Your pussy cumming continuously, until finally you shriek, at the top of your lungs screaming, “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, DADDY THIS IS GONNA BE HUGE!”

Your release hits hard, I feel your pussy gripping me like a vice, opening and closing its lips around me. Your juices spray out of you, covering my cock, my hips, and thighs. Soaking me with your wetness as I slow my pace, allowing you to ride the wave. Your body is spent, it was a massive cum. I am soaked from my waist to my knees. Your fluids are covering me. With one last smack on your ass, I pull out of you and guide you back to your knees, sliding my cock deep into your mouth.

This is about me now, and I grab your head and begin to fuck your pretty face. Feeling the cum in my balls readying for you. I continue to bury myself into your mouth, again and again, I feel it rising up my shaft and just before it erupts, I pull my cock out of your mouth and point it at you. Your hand takes over, spreading all of our combined wetness on it with your pumping fingers. The mixture of your cum, my precum, and your saliva allows my cock to slide effortlessly through your hand.

“Fuck, here it comes princess,” I gasp, and you ready yourself for my cum. “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING PRINCESS!” I exclaim, as I feel my cum spray from the head of my big, hard cock.

It feels like it’ll never end, with each spurt being bigger than the last. The first shoots over your face, landing on your father’s precious oak desk. The second hits the top of your head, getting into your hair. The third lands directly across your forehead, dripping towards your eyes, forcing them closed. My fourth spurt is a direct hit, straight into your face, beginning to drip down your nose, into your open mouth, and down your chin. My fifth and sixth aimed at you gorgeous tits, leaving a trail across them. A much smaller, seventh release drops from the head of my cock, straight down to the mound above your pussy, running it’s way down between your lips.

As my breathing returns to normal, I look down at you. You’re absolutely covered. Your left hand using my cock to push my cum from your face into your mouth. Your need to taste it overpowering your concern that we may have been heard. Your right hand rubbing my cum into the lips of your pussy and over your clit. You are the picture of submission. On your knees, covered in my cum, and in yours.

I look down at you, a work of art, the canvas for my masterpiece. Your eyes are closed, absorbing our passion. Trying to freeze this moment in time so you can experience it forever. My eyes soften, feeling the love between us.

As I step back from the desk, I begin to look around the room for a towel, anything you can use to clean up. My head turns side to side, my eyes scanning the room, I do not see anything I can give you, so I hand you my boxers, and you begin the process of cleaning yourself off. My breathing has regulated now, things going back to a semblance of normal as I look over my shoulder to the door of the office, seeing the outline of a person, trying to peek through the door. The long hair gives her away. “We had an audience,” I tell you, loud enough for your mother to hear. As you turn your head to see what I mean, we can hear her, scrambling away, muttering to herself.

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You look nervous, but I smile. Knowing if she were going to say or do anything, she would already have done so. Leaning into you, I say, loud enough for her to hear as she returns to her bed, “Seems like your father is about to have his best night in years.”