She nodded. He raised his hand for the check—and then she wondered what she’d gotten herself into.
He took her to a movie theater. It was pretty crowded, being Friday night, and the movie wasn’t anything remarkable, something about a boy and his dog. But no sooner had they taken their seats when he leaned over and whispered, “Now, I want to cut the straps of your top.”
She nodded, feeling a tightness coiling in the pit of her stomach. He pulled out his pocketknife and sliced through the straps, and reached through her bolero and pulled the sequined top down to her waist. Nobody seemed to notice—the seat backs were relatively high and when she threw a discreet glance sideways the young couples on either side were too busy kissing and making out to notice. As soon as the cold air kissed her breasts, she shuddered—and realized that she was completely at his mercy. All it would take was a single flick and she would be exposed.
“Put your head on my chest,” he whispered, as the movie started.
She did as he told her. It felt nice, to have his heartbeat in her ear while the movie began—and then his hands began toying with her breasts, his fingers gently squeezing her nipples, nearly making her cry out with an odd sensation of pain and curiously intense anticipation. She felt her hips begin to grind into the seat, almost of their own accord, and then he whispered, “I want to touch you. I want to feel that moment you become wet, when you become a woman under my hands.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She could feel his arm snaking around her body, and his hand snaked its way down her skirt and cupped her pussy. “So smooth,” he breathed, “so soft.”
And then his fingers resumed squeezing her nipples, extracting little bolts of lust from her and all of a sudden one of them went straight into her crotch and it took everything she had not to cry out as she felt wetness soak his hand, her panties, her skirt. “Taste yourself,” he said, now, moving his fingers to her mouth. “One at a time, don’t get greedy, now—yes, just like that—”
Salty-sour-sweet—and the skin on his hands were so soft, she’d give anything to be touched with those hands again. “Silent,” he whispered, as a whimper rose in her throat. “If I hear a sound out of you I strip you naked right here.”
She clenched her teeth as he touched her pussy again, this time reaching between the folds until he found the little swollen bud of her clit. Her entire body clenched and coiled as the need built up, like water building up behind a close hose. If he didn’t let her go it would explode out of her—
“Yes,” he whispered. “You want to cry out, don’t you?”
She could only nod, the tears in her eyes blurring the image on the screen—she thought she could hear people snickering at her but in the darkness of the theater she could see nothing. Then he whispered, “Do you want to come?”
She had only a vague idea of what was meant by “coming”—something with a lot of screaming—but it was exactly what she wanted to do. She nodded.
“Then come with me, let’s go home.”
***
She’d thought he meant back to her home, but at some point in the dark she realized that he’d taken a turn into the rural countryside; that part of the East Coast had some houses dating back to the colonial days, and she soon found herself outside an old-fashioned colonial house, three stories, with a wraparound porch. It looked like a smaller version of a plantation house, and before she could say anything he said, “I wish I could say it dates from the Civil War. As it is, I just paid a very good designer very much money to make a very good mock-up.”
She stepped out, aware that her tits were flopping about all over the place, wondering if he’d meant for her to cover herself up. The fabric brushing against her nipples would not allow her to forget that she was nearly half-naked. And you’ve only just met Jack and you know he’s into BDSM and you’re going into his house. How does this end well, again?
The living room was nice enough, the space clean and modern, but the furnishings curvy in a nod to the faux-antiquated design of the house. “You have a nice house,” she said, as he went to the drinks cabinet. He looked at her questioningly. She nodded—a little liquid courage never hurt.
“Thanks,” he said, as he poured out her drink and handed it to her. “Any second thoughts?” he asked, pushing aside her bolero and taking a look at her tits. “It’s now or never.”
“If I back out now my parents will never let me hear the end of it,” she said, looking at him over the rim of her glass. “So never it is.”
“That’s not a good enough reason to want this,” he said.
“You promised me I could come,” she said.
“So I did,” he said. “But you’ll live without it—and with any amount of luck, you’ll soon have a twenty-something who’s hotter than fuck at your beck and call—so why me?”
“You said you knew what you were doing,” she said, starting to feel a little uncertain about this, now. Of course he had to make sure she really wanted it—but it just seemed cruel, now—dangling the promise of a sexual experience like none she’d ever had before, and then taking it away just because he chose to be careful. She was the one being reckless—shouldn’t her opinion count for something? “And I want to feel like I did in the movie theater—I want to feel like—you’re taking care of me,” she added, haltingly. “Like you know who I am on the inside and you don’t care that it’s not perfect.”
He nodded, and took a sip of his whiskey. “Then we’ll start you off with something light,” he said. “You will strip naked in front of me, and I will put you in this dog collar, and we will go down to the basement, where I have my little, ah, playroom.”
She gulped. But he’d already seen and touched her—any pretense at modesty now would be hypocritical. “And then?” she prompted, mostly to buy herself a little time to work up the nerve to strip in front of him.
“And then I will chain you, and whip you with a riding crop. We’ll stick with something simple—if it ever gets to be too much you can just say Coca Cola and we’ll end it, okay?”
She found herself nodding helplessly—part of her realized that this was incredibly stupid, trusting a guy she’d only known for three hours to whip her until she came. But that was exactly what she found herself wanting, and as she faced him and took off her bolero top the quivering excitement in the air was palpable, now.
“Fuck,” he murmured, as she peeled off the sequined top, and then worked her skirt over her hips. “I knew you were hot—but this—”
“I take it you’re happy?” she murmured, smiling.
“No speaking,” he snapped. “You’re mine, now, mine to do with as I please, do you understand? You don’t do anything unless I permit it, and you don’t speak except to answer my questions. Keep your eyes on the floor.”
She licked her lips but did what he said, feeling the first pangs of humiliation running through her—the first twinges of doubt. “Now,” he said, as she took off her shoes and worked her panties off her hips, “I know it’s rather disconcerting being a submissive for the first time. You still want to have some control, but that’s the whole point of submission—surrendering everything, trusting entirely—”
“How can I get past it?” she asked.
“Embrace it,” he said. “Suffer. And live.”
It seemed a little odd to her, but as he pushed her down to her knees and put a dog collar on her she began to feel a little better about it all, strangely enough. She was already naked, what more could being on her knees do?
He led her down the stairs, through a gap in the shelves. The room he’d prepared was small but it was clean and brightly lit—and there was an apothecary dresser, with its dozens of little drawers, standing in one corner. He pulled her over and took out a pair of handcuffs from one drawer, and a pair of leg irons from another—and two long steel chains from a third. Did all of the drawers have something kinky in them, she wondered, as he cuffed her hands together and raised them above her head, hooking the cuffs to one of the eyelets in the ceiling, and then spreading her legs apart and shackling them to the floor.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
She nodded.
He hit her.
Not very hard—her cry was more from surprise than from pain, because it was where the smack was that was so shocking, a long, sharp stroke up the inside of her leg. She hadn’t noticed the thin, flexible rod while he was chaining her, so the touch came as a pure surprise, not the least because it left behind a tingling sensation that somehow worked its way deep inside her--
Again—this time closer to her pussy. This time the tingling went deeper, and this time she found herself craving the next stroke even as she writhed from the initial sting. He was an artist with the rod, knowing just how hard to hit and where to hit and how long to wait—
Again—and she let out a groan as it smacked her right between her legs, kissing her clit with a sharp sting and then leaving her own body to work itself into a frenzy of pleasure—but this time he didn’t wait: he hit her again, and again, and again—almost letting the pain dissipate between each smack but not quite, so that even as the pleasure became more and more intense so too, did the pain, and as she cried and moaned and screamed he stepped into her and kissed her with a fierceness that matched her own. She felt his hands stroking her breasts again, and as he squeezed her nipples she felt herself clenching around his tongue, which only seemed to excite him more.
“Make me hard,” he said, letting her arms down and pushing her gently to her knees.
She gulped and whispered, “I don’t know—”
“Just like in the movie theater,” he said, stepping out of his pants. His cock was before her, shining and gleaming and impertinent in its erection. “What you did with my fingers—taste—”
She got the idea, even though his fingers were smaller. She licked it tentatively at first, wanting to please him, and she felt his hands clench her hair with glee. I can make you do things, too she thought, and she sucked on him just a bit, watching his body twitch. A little harder, and he began to swell inside her mouth, tasting strangely sweet as his cock pulsed inside her. A little more, and there came an animal groan from his throat and she was not the least bit surprised when he pushed her to the floor and thrust himself inside her—
It hurt, like no other pain she’d ever experienced—a searing, tearing kind of pain, and yet when he pulled himself out she wanted nothing more than it for to continue, because with the pain came a brilliant, scintillating ecstasy that made her cry out and whimper. It changed as he thrust inside her, each thrust bringing another wave of pleasure mixed with pain, and each time the pleasure became greater and greater, each wave higher and higher—and when she let herself go and rode it, it felt like nothing she’d ever had before. “Thank you,” she heard herself whispering, as every nerve in her body quivered and sighed with relief. Relief that it was over, relief that it felt so good.
She’d once thought that keeping the things Jack did to her at night a secret would be hard, and sometimes it was: sometimes her nipples were so sore from the night before that she could hardly stand the feel of a t-shirt over them—which wasn’t a problem on the weekends (Jack didn’t demand that she be naked but he did like it, and she liked to please him) but during class it was all she could do not to squirm, and she knew that some of the younger men snickered at her for not wearing a bra sometimes. But for the most part what took place in the basement, as they worked their way through the various clamps, vibrators, blindfolds, straps, chains, and ropes that were in that chest of drawers, was easy to keep secret, because it was something that she didn’t want to share with anybody.
It was an odd arrangement when she thought about it, which wasn’t very often, nowadays. Six months after that first date, she had her own room in his house, and her own car to take to and from classes. He paid for her classes at MontCo. She even managed to find a modeling agency that was not too far from Jack’s house, and even resumed modeling. It wasn’t glamorous work, to be sure—mostly catalog work—but it paid enough for her to pay for her own gas and go shopping and get her hair done—all the little things that she felt weird asking Jack to pay for, even though he probably would.
But what was their relationship? The question of whether she was a whore used to bother her immensely—there was no question that he was willing to keep her because she was willing to let him fuck her thirty-six ways from Sunday. But at the same time, she liked it—she liked pleasing him, she liked what he did to her, and she even liked him. They’d once spent a morning at the National Smithsonian discussing the virtues that got Michael Jackson’s glove into the exhibits but not David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust outfit. He’d discuss business with her over dinner; she’d talk about her classes and how eerily similar programming and coding was to languages. And no matter how long the day was, how tedious their lives were, she would wait in the basement on her hands and knees for him every night, the collar around her throat, hoping that she could please him.
Was this love? It certainly felt like love, but she couldn’t deny that her parents—when she spoke to them, which wasn’t very often—had a point: what would happen to her once the sex stopped? What would happen if he truly hurt her? What would happen if she did refuse him? “It’s only love until you say, ‘No’,” her mother had said over the phone, haughtily. But that was the thing—he’d never, not once, asked her to do something that she would refuse. There was no real way to talk about how safe he made her feel, even as he nearly exposed her in public, even as he made her writhe on the floor in a strange combination of agony and ecstasy, and so she never tried to defend him—not that she had to. Her smiling, beatific presence by his side at corporate gatherings, next to all those hawkish forty-something wives who’d spent years stifling their own desires and snuffing out those of their husbands, was enough. She was young and pretty and they were happy together. “They just can’t stand to see people happy,” Jack would murmur after those nights.
“My father was there,” she said after one such gathering. “He didn’t seem to approve.”
“So fuck him,” said Jack. “The people who want to tear us apart are the ones who can’t get what we have.”
But how do you know? She lay next to him, wondering if her parents had really been unhappy, and how they’d masqueraded such an appearance of bliss—and why they went to such lengths. “Truth be told, I feel bad for them,” he said, now. “They think that if they play by the rules, ‘work’ on their relationship, that makes happiness—but happiness is really just dumb luck, just like success—”
“Hey,” she said, turning to face him. “That’s funny, coming from a self-made guy like you.”
“If we’d been having this talk fifteen years ago, I’d have agreed,” he said, rolling onto his back, and she followed him, running her teeth over his nipple making him draw in a sharp breath and arch his back. “Ooh, you naughty little vixen,” he murmured, sliding his hand between her legs now, pressing on her until she quieted, becoming still. “Fifteen years ago, I’d have said that I did everything to get myself into the top law firm in the area, and that I was the one working my ass off to make partner. And that’s still true. But now I realize just how lucky I was: I got into and out of law school when it was still possible for lawyers to find a job, when going to a mediocre law school wasn’t a demerit on your resume but something that could be overcome with a shit-ton of hard work. I was lucky to be born into a race and gender which is universally favored by law firms. And above all, I was lucky enough to have had a summer job caddying for Jordan Wexler, the owner of the firm. We all get lucky,” he said, moving down to suck on her nipple. “Some of us just get luckier than others.”
“That’s a very—” she gasped, as he did that thing with his tongue again “—optimistic way to look at the world.”
“Optimism is the only way to see the world,” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket as he slithered down her body. “Hello, what have we here?”
He’d trained her to spread her legs and lie still, whenever she heard him say those words, and now, she could feel her body flush with glee as she waited for him to take her. Usually it would be with his hands first, stretching her even as her body clenched down on his fingers, but sometimes he’d surprise her with a vibrator and make her scream. But a minute, then two, passed, and he did nothing. “Do you want to use some toys?” she prompted. “Or would you like me to masturbate for you?”
“No,” he said, finally, pushing her legs together. “Neither. Just let me be with you for now. I want you to be fresh for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” she asked.
“Well, I think you’re finally ready for the weighted clamps.”
“For my nipples?”
“And your labia,” he added, and she squealed with delight. She blushed and bit her lip, trying to hide how delighted she was, that he finally thought that she was ready for the weights.
“I do love to please you,” she whispered.
Which was why, the next morning, she was shocked to find out that she was, indeed, pregnant. She’d never really tracked her periods—but it had been a long time since her last one and she didn’t exactly know when she should have had it, but then last week on her way back from MontCo, while picking up some facial cleaner and cotton wipes and more lip gloss, she suddenly realized that it had been a long time. She’d picked up a pregnancy test, but after she put it away she’d forgotten about it for a while, until this morning when she was making her list of things to shop for and checked her stash of tampons.
Even as the lines appeared she didn’t really believe this could happen, even though what she could remember of sex was hazy. She just remembered that getting pregnant was unlikely—and she’d always thought that Jack would have asked her to use birth control if he thought that it would be likely. But that was one conversation that they’d never had.
She took the day off to ponder how to tell Jack. He would probably be delighted, but she couldn’t be sure. They were happy together, weren’t they? Wasn’t that enough? So why introduce a baby into this whole thing? Babies changed things—she could get back into shape, sure, with enough time at the gym, but there were parts that never felt quite the same, and tits would never be as perky or bouncy as they were now. She thought about her mother—as petite and as trim as she was, there were parts that sagged, a pooch that didn’t go away. Would he still love her after that? And how would they handle sleepless nights, endless diaper changes? Would they be able to swing child care, especially since they were so far away from anywhere else? And how would she make the kid realize that normal women did not wait in the basement every night for their husbands to spank them and make them scream?
She did the only thing she could think of: she went home, to her parents’. Her mother was home but her father was not, which was fortunate because she didn’t think her father would handle the news very well at all. It wouldn’t be easy to tell her but Max needed to tell someone. Her mother sat her down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. Here goes. “I’m pregnant,” Max said, after a moment.
“You’re—what?”
Max just nodded. Her mother’s eyes went wide, watery with tears, and she broke out in a huge smile. “Oh, my sweet—I’m so happy for you—”
Max had never felt more relieved in her life. Her mother dabbed at her eyes and said, “I suppose that means you and Jack will be getting married soon?”
“That’s the thing,” Max said. “I don’t know if he’ll take kindly to the news. A kid changes everything.”
“Well, yes, of course,” her mother said. “But your father wouldn’t be the man he is today without you, Max. And believe it or not he does miss you—”
“He has a funny way of showing it,” Max muttered, recalling how her father had told her that Jack would beat her. Which was true enough. Just not in the way he thought—and she wasn’t about to give him any ideas.
“Well, a grandchild would be a wonderful thing,” her mother said. “Leave your dad to me. I promise, when the child is born, your father will be the best grandfather in the world.”
“He always did like to sneak me candy,” Max said, laughing.
“He misses you,” her mother said, softly. “Give him a chance, will you?”
“Jack didn’t beat his ex-wife,” Max said.
“I think he’s finally gotten to accepting that.”
By the time she left her parents’ place it was already getting late in the day. Jack would be home soon—and there was no way not to tell him about it. She wasn’t normally out this late—he would know something was up. Simple, direct—just say so, she thought. Like the way she’d told her mother—
Except her mother was her mother, and Jack was—she didn’t want to call him her boyfriend, because he was so much more than that. But neither were they married, and while she might have been all right with being his sub forever had she not been pregnant, things were going to change, whether she wanted it or not.
Jack’s car was already in the drive when she pulled up. She gulped. He’d wanted to try the weighted nipple clamps tonight—she’d finally earned them—but she wasn’t naked and waiting for him in the basement, which meant that he would be displeased—and that meant that he would get rough.
She saw him sitting in the living room, waiting for her, through the window—holding the cat o’ nine. As soon as she came in, he raised his eyes and with a single look, commanded that she strip naked, “Please, let me speak—”
He stood up and swatted at her legs with the cat. “What excuse could you possibly have for being late?” he demanded. “You know the rules, you know where you need to be, and you know the consequences of disobedience.”
“I know,” she said, feeling his eyes on her breasts as she shimmied out of her dress and panties. “But I swear, I have a good reason—”
“Hello, what have we here?” and when she looked into his eyes she saw that he expected her to obey, even now.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, as she laid down and spread her legs, closing her eyes against the tears that were welling up in her eyes, turning her face away because she knew he would whip her breasts. This wasn’t fair! She had something important to tell him and all he wanted to do was play his sex games—she could feel the cry starting in her chest—
He picked her up and held her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I had no idea—I mean, I’m so sorry I thought you’d actually go against me—is it real?”
She looked at him, now—his face had softened. He was happy, much to her surprise—so happy he was crying, even. “It is,” she said. “I found out just this morning. I had to see my mother, first—that’s where I’ve been—”
“Oh, I am so sorry,” he said holding her tightly as he rocked her back and forth—trying to quiet her cries even as he began sobbing with joy himself. “I—I thought you’d left me or that you were using me and now—I’m just—we should go on a trip—let’s go to Vegas and get married—”
She was crying, now, too—from relief. “If it’s a girl I’ve always liked the name Laila,” he said. “Nadia,” she said.
They laughed, both of them, together, now, and as he helped her to her feet she could feel his hands warm on her ass. “Lincoln if it’s a boy,” he said.
“I like that,” she said, splaying a hand over her belly.
“I never thought I’d be a father,” he murmured now, as they interlaced their fingers. “After my ex-wife left, I just—I never thought it would happen,” he said. “And now—oh, I can hardly wait to meet you,” he said, talking to her belly.
Strange, how one little line on a pregnancy test can mean so much, she thought. How much hope could be contained in it, how much happiness and joy could be contained in that promise of new life. His hand pressed against her abdomen, now. “We’ll have to take good care of her,” he murmured.
HER GUARDIAN ANGEL
Chapter One
Everything was so boring in the summer, so boring that it made Kate Dillinger want to scream. She shifted her weight in her bed, stretching her arms up high and glancing outside her window onto the balcony. She needed some excitement, something worthwhile. She was still lost and a bit turned on by the evening before, though she was hesitant to admit it to herself, much less Aaron.
Even now she could still see him, coming out of the pool, but this time he was naked, thinking she was out for the night. He had a woman over, which was rare all by itself. Kate stood crouched in the pool house, watching as the woman seemed to be in control at first. She kissed him, letting it deepen more and more until she found herself straddling him on the couch, her hands in his hair, kissing him, as he moved his hands up her back to pull her closer to him. They both kissed with abandon, seeking and searching the other for something more. Kate felt her own body reacting the scene unfolding in front of her. Aaron was her guardian, and he was certainly not an old man. She saw that he was fully erect, helping the woman as she knelt down taking him in her mouth. She felt the excitement rise as he put his hands in the woman’s hair, winding it up until he controlled her head, using her mouth to make him feel good. He moved his hands down her body, roughly and eagerly, caressing her in every spot she wanted. He stood then, lifting her easily and flipping her over on the chaise lounge where he had just been.
She was outside of herself, doing things that were completely outside of her comfort zone. This was not who she was and she loved it. She was deftly slipping her hands down into her panties, her eager fingers rubbing at the tiny nub there, stroking deftly as she watched Aaron push his massive rod into the woman on all fours. He hit her ass hard, the red tint could be seen even where Kate sat in the secluded room.
His hands were everywhere, and she felt heat red hot course through her young body. He was using that woman, pounding into her from behind and owning her in a way Kate had only seen in movies. He moved with sure thrusts, pumping madly into her quivering body, her cries could be heard loudly as he moved more and more.
He seemed to be touching her everywhere, his hands branding her body like fire. She was still moaning loudly when he stopped suddenly, standing up tall and erect, offering himself to her. Kate felt the pressure building as she pulled one of her rounded breasts out of her dress, pushing them together until she could just barely reach her own nipple with her pink tongue. She flicked at it wildly as she watched the woman move in front of him, and he pushed her back on the lounge once more.
He moved his fingers down lower, until he grazed the soft opening of her, gently pressing there causing her to moan loudly. He continued on, playing and seeking her until she was panting with desire, her body flushed and her womanhood ready for him.
He straddled her gently, pushing his length against her, seeking her opening where she eagerly gave herself to him once more. She looked up at him, pleading with him to take her and to own her. He was stretching her almost too much, but as he moved, her body learned to accommodate his girth. He held her legs apart wide and buried himself deep, grabbing the top of the chair and pumping into her groaning with each thrust.
His movements were sure and swift as she watched him push and pull into the woman’s body. She wanted more, much more and as she rose up to meet him thrust for thrust, he moved faster, harder and deeper. Kate felt herself climbing that familiar climb, seeking that pinnacle of desire. She moaned his name, as she crested that peak, Hearing and seeing the woman doing the same on the lounge, her body convulsing as she quivered beneath him. It was almost more than she could take and she yelled out to him. Kate smiled as she watched him shake slightly as well, as he pulled out just in time to cover her body beneath him with the proof of his desire.
Kate slipped off, out of the back of the pool house and into the front door, she made it upstairs and shed her clothes, her panties too wet to wear now. As she showered and got ready to crash, she was still shocked at her actions and how she had reacted to seeing Aaron with that woman. He was built like a stallion and she had never felt an orgasm like that in her life. It was strange how quickly life could change things.
Today started off like any other day, him getting ready for work, and her packing even more into her suitcase. She was ready to go and it couldn’t happen sooner for her. Some part of her was sad, wishing her parents were there to see her off, but they were gone and had been for years. She could remember them, especially her mother, who would sit by her side, holding her hand and comforting her whenever she needed it.
Even the night they died, she had been in denial, still sitting by the window waiting for them to return home. She had been 13 then, unruly and wild, and without a soul in the world to care for her. Aaron came the next day, his kind eyes, and gentleness was something she hadn’t had much of n her short years. She was left with no one and nowhere to go. He took her in, helping her to get settled in his house, and making sure she was able to go away to all of the best schools. He had literally saved her life.
After yesterday’s events she wasn’t sure if she could ever look at him again, not in the same light anyway. She knew she wanted him, in a way she had never wanted anyone in her 20 years. She had been waiting, saving herself for someone to love her. Of course, she had fun, pushing things to the limit, but ultimately she had saved herself for someone special. She had learned to please herself, getting what she needed, without asking anyone else.
Now, she was in a new situation, one she wasn’t sure she could get out of. Aaron had been there for her through everything, and to see him in this new light was a shock to her system, and it made her want more. She heard him shuffling around as he left for work and she went down to meet him for breakfast.
He was tall, and broad, his shoulders making him look far more menacing than he probably was. He was muscled, and well-built especially now that she had seen him completely naked. He took care of himself, his dark hair and goatee were just slightly tinged with gray, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed, something she had always loved about him.
Aaron had been her father’s best friend, and she had seen him off and on growing up until he had taken her in. She had never really looked at him like a man, until now. Seeing him through a woman’s eyes certainly gave her a new perspective, and she wanted to push the envelope even more. She was sure he only saw her as a child, as a guardian would someone they had taken in. There was little doubt in her mind that he didn’t see her as a woman.
She rounded the corner and he was there, giving her a quick glance and smiling at her.
“So I know you are set on moving away, and all that but I have something for you.” His eyes twinkled as he handed her an envelope. She took it from him delicately, smiling at him as well. He was always doing things for her, and she felt a rush of excitement as she read the letter inside.
“We are going on a road trip?” She smiled at him. It had been something the two of them had talked about for years, and finally they were going before she moved out to L.A.
“I thought it was about time.” He gave her a wink, and something deep down quivered at it.
“I am so ready, when do we leave?” She was already thinking about the closeness in the car.
“In the morning, pack and be ready tonight so it makes things easier.” He grabbed his things and was gone.
She stood there thinking about the next three days and what could happen. There was so much that could go right, or wrong. She smiled to herself as she went upstairs to pack.
Chapter Two
Packed everything was ready to go that night as he asked. She saw him give her a one over as she bounced down the stairs happily, her tight t-shirt was hugging her curves and her denim shorts were as well. She wasn’t a small girl, in fact she was curvy, in all the right places, and she knew it. She had been fortunate enough to get signed to a modeling contract which only accepted her curves with a happy smile.
In some ways she was a pioneer, paving the way for women who didn’t fit into societies idea of the perfect woman. She had a mass of red hair, that was her signature thing. It spilled down her back in a mass of curls and she had deep blue eyes that most guys she had dated said were her best quality. She made her way into the kitchen, flinging her hair behind her shoulder and grabbing dinner from the side board.
She saw him arch an eyebrow in her direction, so it was clear he was aware of her. She decided to push the envelope a little over dinner. She leaned forward as they ate, doing her best to give him a perfect view of her cleavage, which he seemed to ignore at first. There was something about him, something that seemed off edge, and she used that to try again. She moved to pick up the dishes off the table to help and when she did she let her breast bump his arm.
There was an obvious moment that passed, though she didn’t want to focus on it, instead she kept going, though when she looked back he was blushing. She knew she affected him somehow and as she slid into bed that night she was once more plagued by images of him naked and pounding into the woman on the chaise lounge. She sighed as she stripped herself free of her nightgown, running her hands over her curvy body once more.
She could imagine him again, but this time it was her under him, feeling as he pushed into her hard, taking more and more as he went. She let her hands drift down, rubbing and touching herself. Her massive breasts were standing at attention on her chest, the peaked tips aching against the sheet. She pinched them gently, knowing she like how that felt and gently moved her hands farther and farther down her body. Soon she slipped on hand unto the wet heat of herself, at the junction of her thighs. She was surprised to feel the heat and wetness there, and the ache started down deep. She wanted to make it better, needed to and she rubbed the swollen nub she found there gently, moaning as she ached with the sweet clenching feeling it caused.
She envisioned him slapping her ass hard, like he had done the woman. Him riding her harder and harder until she couldn’t take it anymore, and until her body was open to him completely. She felt her hips buck against her own fingers as she worked the tiny bud of desire into a frenzy, only stopping when she finally climaxed hard and full. She smiled as she rolled overthinking about what fun she would have for the next few days.
Morning came with a full spread of sunshine, giving her even more to be happy about as she dressed for the trip. She decided on a tank top, no bra and some cut offs, which she knew he would arch an eyebrow at. She bounced happily down the stairs just as he put the last bag in the jeep and turned to face her his eyes immediately going to her chest and then back up to give her an odd look.
“Missing some clothes Kate?” He slid into the seat and she could only smile as she got in beside him.
“NO not really, we will be in the car most of the time right? I may as well be comfortable.” She started humming a tune ignoring his pained expression as they set off for the mountains.
The trip was pleasant both chatting about life and work. She couldn’t help but bring up his afternoon escapades.
“So seeing anyone?” She tried to be nonchalant, but he hesitated before answering.
“No, not really. How about you Kate, no boys hanging around yet?” He gave her a smile.
“Some, but no only one that I think I have feelings for.” She knew he would never guess it was him.
“Really, that’s interesting. You are so young.” He looked out the window as he drove.
“Actually Aaron, I am 20, I am not that young anymore. You just don’t want to see me as a woman is all.” She went back to humming her song, noting his strange expression.
The found the campsite for the first night, pitched a tent and settled in, both laughing over the campfire neither of them were able to start on their own. Soon they were eating and happily talking about the next few days. She stood stretching her arms up high as she checked out the water.
“I think I’ll go see how cold that water is.” She started walking quickly down to the water’s edge, knowing he would follow her. She turned around to face him as she quickly stripped off her shirt, her massive breasts jiggling in the moonlight. She saw his face tighten as he looked at her and then he quickly averted his eyes.
“Kate, be careful that is probably full of snakes or worse.” He wouldn’t look at her, but she had seen the lust in his eyes, she had all the answers she needed now.
She splashed water at him as she stripped off the rest of her clothes and let the cold water seep into her skin. It was invigorating and she quickly got back out, smiling as she watched him putting out the fire at camp. She slipped her clothes back on, still damp from her escapade and made her way back to the tent. As she climbed inside she noted how close the sleeping bags were, though he had put a clear gap between them.
She smiled at him as she wrung out her hair. She saw his eyes drop down, her fat hard nipples poking through the wet t-shirt she had on. She waited, letting him look before she turned around to crawl under her sleeping bag once and for all. He took his time coming to sleep, but soon he was laying nearby, and she could tell he was awake.
“Whatcha thinking about Aaron?” If anything the element of surprise would be on her side.
“Nothing really, just been a long day.” He sounded preoccupied, and she knew why.
She was still thinking about his answer as she drifted off to sleep. There was a sound, but she was unclear what it was exactly. Rolling over carefully she lifted her eyes just enough to glance around the tent, hoping whatever was moving around wasn’t some kind of animal trying to get in. At some point in the night she had gotten hot, her shirt was hiked up both breasts spilled out freely in the coolness of the night air. She saw then what the noise was, and what was making it. Aaron was laying in his sleeping bag, doing his best to be quiet, as his eyes raked over her exposed breasts as he as he methodically stroked his huge member in his sleeping bag. She felt her body respond to it, knowing he would stop if he knew she was awake, not wanting him to quit. Her nipples grew hard as she lay there thinking of it, her hooded gaze keeping her secret as he could barely make out her luscious globes in the dim light from the lantern.
She heard his gasps, and a slight moan as he found release, all the while his eyes still looking at her. She heard him sigh as he drifted off to sleep, and she did the same.
Chapter Three
As the morning came they set off for a hike, something on her list of things to do. They were dressed appropriately, and spent the better part of the day enjoying each other’s company. She went out of her way to let her breast touch him or to linger longer than usual, she knew she would have to make her move soon. She was tired of being a virgin, she wanted to have sex, and she wanted it with him.
As the night finally came she showered and settled in for the night, waiting for him to come inside the tent as well. She made small talk then shifted the conversation completely.
“Aaron what is it like to have sex, I mean the truth. My friends tell me one thing, but I don’t believe them.” She gave him an innocent look, as she watched his face pale.
“I don’t think I am the one to talk to about this Kate.” He fussed with his blanket and adjusted the lantern to keep himself occupied.
“Well I don’t have anyone else, please tell me. Does it hurt?” She heard him groan slightly.
“No… well yes and then no.” He gave her a strange look. “You haven’t had sex yet? Like at all?”
“Only with myself.” She said it hoping for a reaction and she got one, he seemed to be lost in a moment, but he recovered.
“It hurts and then it doesn’t. That’s it.” He said it as if he were explaining the way you ride a bike.
Hmm, she sighed letting it go, knowing he would be awake later, and she would make her move. She didn’t have to wait long; she woke to hearing the muffled sounds once more. She smiled knowingly as she gently stripped off her clothes, and slid the sleeping bag further down, until she was completely exposed to him. She heard a groan, and she turned to face him, spreading her legs a little wider as he continued to stroke himself. She was sure he thought she was just moving in her sleep, but he would know better soon enough.
She moved her hands down touching herself as he watched her and soon she felt his gaze change, and shift to focus on her more intently.
“Let me watch.” She managed to whisper to him, and despite everything telling him no, he froze.
She moved over towards him, doing her best to help him. She moved the sleeping bag out of the way, exposing the massive staff pointing upwards. She lay next to him, her full body spread out for him to see. She ran her hands down her chest, pinching her nipples and he moaned loudly, the member still bobbing freely. She moved her hand lower and lower until she spread wide for him, and she rubbed her tiny jewel of excitement.
She enjoyed the playing for a moment and stopped long enough to smack her womanhood with her hand causing a stinking sensation, that thrilled her. He moaned and she saw his hand once more stroking.
Moving to her knees she crawled over to him, her huge breasts swaying as she went. He was stroking madly as she fed him one of the globes, rubbing the fat nipple across his mouth gently.
“Kate, we shouldn’t.” He tried to say but before he finished his tongue flicked out and grazed the nipple she offered him. She felt the heat of it, and a thrill rushed through her. He looked up at her as he suckled at her breasts now, sucking harder and harder, flicking and biting the hard peak and then she switched to the other one, giving him more to take.
Smiling she moved closer to him, until she was close enough for him to touch her. She moved her hands to work her tiny nub of excitement, watching him slow his movements as she increased hers.
She looked at him. “Please help me.”
He moaned loudly moving so that he could cover the apex of her thighs with his mouth. The warm heat of him and his tongue wildly slashing out to her tender flesh. She felt both hot and cold at the same time, and the thrill of him tasting her, sucking her juices and lapping at her was almost too much. She felt him slow his movements, tasting her now and making his movements more precise that he had before.
His tongue worked her nub like an instrument, teasing and playing as he swiped it back and forth over her, finally making a swirling pattern on her. She felt the familiar climb happening, though the intensity was far stronger than it had ever been alone. She felt her hips move on their own, as they bucked wildly onto his face, grinding into him, feeling the pressure of his mouth. Finally, she saw stars as she exploded on his face, and he grabbed her ass, lapping up her juices.
He sat back staring at her, his body taunt with the need for release. He moved forward then, using a finger to test her, feeling the opening of her. Sitting back, he did his best to simply stroke himself, finding release. She opened wider for him.
“Take me.” She managed to get the words out, and she heard him groan and stop his movements once more.
“Kate I can’t.” He grit the words out.
“Yes you can, come take me.” She used her hand to open up her womanhood to show him how wet she was and he moved forward, pressing the massive rod against her opening.
She felt him there, and the pressure of his hardness as he pushed into her slightly, with the help of all of her wetness, he managed to rock back and forth a few times to loosen her up. He pushed in a little further the next time, causing her to gasp and she looked up at him smiling.
“This is when it will hurt.” He managed to say, before he plunged into her in one even thrust.
She yelled at the impact of him inside her, the feel of him consuming her body as he stayed there for a long moment, before he pulled out and plunged into her once more. She shuddered at the feel of him, her body a mix of both pleasure and pain. Soon the pain was gone followed by a sweet aching feeling deep down. She felt the world swirling around her as she met him thrust for thrust, until he was soon moaning out her name, collapsing on top of her. She felt the heat of him as he found release inside her walls.
Neither of them knew what to say, though she knew she was far more content than he probably was. He sighed loudly, no doubt lost in thought over everything that had just happened. He turned finally to look down at her.
“Why Kate, why me? You should have saved yourself for someone else, someone better that you can be in a relationship with.” He paused. “It’s not your fault, its mine. I should have been stronger, should have known better. I’m sorry Kate, please forgive me.”
She was confused and angry at the same time. She grabbed her things standing up, giving him a hard look. “How can you say that?” With a huff she went outside, making her way towards the smoke where the fire had only recently been put out. She felt the tears fall, knowing it would be fruitless to stop them. She felt him behind her before he said a word.
“Kate… please I didn’t mean to upset you.” She could hear the pain in his voice.
She spun around to face him. “Why don’t you look at me like more than just a child then? Why would you say that I should have waited for someone I could have a relationship with?”
He touched her face gently with his hand. “I am so much older than you Kate, you are beautiful, and vibrant. You could have anyone you want.”
“What if what I want is you?” She felt the tension in the air, though neither of them knew what to say.
“I’m sorry Kate I’m no good for you.” He walked back to the tent, carefully settling in for the night, leaving her alone and upset
She waited an hour, knowing that inside that tent was a man she was falling in love with and her innocence. She knew going back in there she would have to face both of them head on. At the very least she could hope that he was asleep, leaving her to deal with her broken emotions alone. She made her way in, hearing his deep and even breathing. He was in fact what she wanted, though she hadn’t been 100% sure of that before, instead saying whatever she thought would hurt him later. But looking at him now, laying there she wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him, and feel his hands on her again.
There was no way he could have touched her, and taken her to places he had earlier, and not felt anything. She wanted to wake him, tell him the truth of all of it but she was afraid he would tell her no, denying what he felt once more. She settled into her sleeping bag, feeling a few tears still fall as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Four
Morning wasn’t a welcome sight for her, she rose, knowing it was later than they had planned and glanced over at his sleeping bag only to see that is was gone, and rolled up in the corner of the tent. It was their last day and in three days she would be gone, for good.
She had to step outside, she knew she would have to face him, and face what had happened. He was missing from the camp, and hearing the splash she knew he was in the water. There was no better time than the present, to plead her case. She made her way down to the lake, seeing him naked from the waist up. She stood there, arms folded watching him. Finally, he noticed her on the bank.
“Kate.” He could only say her name, afraid to do or say anything else.
“I have questions.” She wanted the truth no matter how harsh.
“Ok, I am willing to answer them, you know that.” He made his way closer to her whiles still staying submerged in the water.
“You don’t want me, you made that clear but I want to understand why?” She cleared her throat.
“I told you why it won’t work Kate, I never told you I didn’t want you. You should know that after last night.” He sighed looking at the water.
“You are fine with fucking me, that was clear, but you don’t WANT me. That’s altogether something different Aaron.” She crossed her arms once more, staring down the hill at him. She felt tears threated to spill again, but she held them in check, and held her ground.
“It’s not like that Kate, I mean yes your sexy but I don’t think of you as an object.” He had the decency to look up at her and frown this time.
“Do you think I’m sexy, or just parts of me?” She was yelling now. “I saw you with her you know, the blond in the pool…I know I am not her, nothing like her.” She paused for effect.
“Oh my God Kate, you saw that?” He ran a hand over his hair, sighing in the process.
“She was beautiful, is she the reason why you don’t want me?”
“Her, hell no Kate, she is a friend. We get together from time to time that’s all.” He was visibly embarrassed.
“She was very different than me, I can tell you that’s one big thing isn’t it. Let’s just be honest about the whole thing. You don’t want me because I am inexperienced, and because I am fat.” With that she spun around and made her way back to the tent, cramming her things into her duffle bag as she went. It was too much, too overwhelming. She felt his hand on her arm and he spun her around to face him.
“Have you lost your mind Kate? Neither of those things are true and you damn well know it.”
“I don’t know it Aaron, but things are much clearer to me now.” She had barely gotten the words out when him mouth came down on hers in a searing kiss. She tried to breath, but he crushed her to him, him mouth and tongue exploring her mouth, bruising her tender lips as he went.
“Touch me Kate.” His vice was hoarse.
She did as he asked, his girth growing in her hand.
“How can you even think any of those things, look at what you to do me?”
“Then why, why don’t you want me, why don’t you think of me as more than a child?”
“Fine, you want me to treat you like a woman Kate?” He pulled her roughly with him into the back of the tent where her sleeping bag still lay on the floor. He pulled her clothes from her, and she helped him to remove his own. She wanted him, and hated him for making her feel small at the same time. Soon she was naked and he attacked her pale flesh with relish, his mouth on her everywhere at once. His body reacting to hers in a way she had never imagines. The roughness of his bearded face left scratches on her chest as he traveled down the length of her, kissing and nipping his way down.
From there he pulled and bit each nipple, branding her with his lips, teasing her and making her feel like she was losing all control. He moved his hands over her, cupping her full breasts as his mouth made its way down her body, kissing and loving every inch of her. She looked up at him his mouth finding her again and kissing her with a feverish eagerness, making sure she knew that he wanted her, and she had no doubt of it.
She let her hands wander as well, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she raked her nails lovingly down his chest, running over his nipples delicately. He gasped at her onslaught then grabbed her hands pinning them above her head as he pushed her down onto the sleeping bag.
Stuck she couldn’t move, her body a mind of its own, moving on its own accord, reacting and giving him everything he wanted. She had no choices, she simple was there, for him to do as he saw fit. She felt his body press against hers and she gasped at the heat they created between them. She wanted and needed more. She felt his hands roam over her body, leaving nothing untouched. Soon his hands roughly made a path top her womanhood, slipping a hand between her thighs to find the softness there.
She reacted to him, her body opening up to him giving him access to her, all of her. He moaned her name into her mouth as he kissed her, wanting to be close to her as he moved his hands over her creating a reaction, making her want him. She reached her first climax as he moved his hands on her, she was panting with desire as he moved then, deftly slipping between her thighs, holding her up to meet his thrusts as he entered her. She felt like she was flying as he lifted her up higher, making sure each thrust was deep and true.
Soon they found a familiar rhythm, and she met him thrust for thrust until he stopped. Pulling himself from her.
“Get on your knees Kate.” He said it with such calm that it made Kate shudder as she did as he asked.
She felt the red flush creep into her cheeks as she stayed that way, in position for him, exposed in such a way she would have never imagined being comfortable with. She felt his hands gently graze her ass, tapping her gently. She was reminded of the woman in the pool, and how he had hit her, leaving a mark. She felt her body tremble in anticipation of what would come next.
He dropped soft kisses down her spine and she relished in those sweet moments. Soon he was behind her again, and she blushed once more which only made him chuckle. She felt him push at her opening from behind and as he found the entrance, using her own wetness as a guide, he plunged into her. She reeled from the feel of him, buried deep inside her. He was almost too big, filling her too much. She lay down flatter on the sleeping bag, hoping to accommodate him more and give him more access to her sleek sheath.
With one final thrust he was buried deep, and she felt him grow even more inside her as he pulled out, only to push back in once more until together they moved as one, both taking and giving to the other both seeking out that final release. His hand hit her bare ass, the curvy rounded orifice jiggled with the hit and the dark pink stain was likely very evident on her pale skin. She felt him deep as he found his climax, that matched her own.
He withdrew once more, only this time, she curled up against him, not wanting to move until later, much later. When finally, they did, they went down to the lake to clean up, where he made love to her again on the bank side.
That night as they sat together around the fire, he held her to him, his mouth dropping kisses on her whenever he could. Things had shifted, had changed somehow but neither of them wanted to talk about it.
Chapter Five
They had to go back, and she was leaving. There was nothing more they could do about it. The ride home was very different from the one heading out. Their relationship had shifted and changed so much now that neither of them knew exactly how to behave.
The closer they got to home, the more distant he became, and she knew he wasn’t ready to accept her as anything new yet. She made her way inside, locking herself up in her room needing some time to think about everything that had happened over the last few days. She needed to decide what she needed to do. Thinking about being without him now was like a piece of her missing, but she knew this opportunity in L.A. was one that wouldn’t come up again later. She had a shoot next week that would cover her bills for the next year.
She came down after dinner, knowing he would be in his office and yet he was there waiting for her. He stood in the doorway, watching her as she came down, knowing she would come down eventually.
“You were waiting for me?” She whispered, her eyes roaming over him.
“I knew you would come down eventually, I just had to wait.” He folded his arms across his chest, watching her. He took her in, she could tell by the way his eyes roamed over her.
“I don’t know what to do Aaron, with everything that’s happened. I don’t know what to do or think about any of it.” She felt tears well up, but she held them in check.
“I am in the very same place Kate. I am lost.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t stop thinking about you, or wanting you. Everything I do is about you and yet I am torn because I know you deserve more, and better. I’m a much older man Kate, I am not like the guys you are used to.”
“I am leaving in the morning, how am I supposed to do that?” She blinked at him rapidly. How do I go off and live a new life and never think about this?”
“I don’t know Kate, there is no right or wrong answer. I just don’t know anything.”
“I’m going to bed.” She whispered it. Giving him a glance as she went.
It couldn’t have been more than an hour before she made her way to his bedroom. She was no fool, and neither was he. He didn’t say a word, instead he simple pulled the covers back for her as she stripped down and climbed in beside him.
There was a tenderness to how he touched her that hadn’t been there before then. He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her. Loving every inch of her as he went. She met him with ever kiss, touch or thrust that he gave. She prided herself on being what he needed, even if she didn’t know what it was she was doing.
His hands touched every inch of her leaving nothing un touched, or unloved. She was smiling when she finally woke up, the sun beating down on the empty bed, where he had once been. She felt the spot, wishing he were still there with her, and leaning over she grabbed one of his pillows, burying her face in it and breathing in his scent. She wanted to remember that smell as she went on with her life.
She showered and dressed, putting the last few things she would need into a travel case and making her way downstairs to the front door. She knew he would be waiting, and as their eyes met she blushed profusely.
“I guess it’s time.” She gave him a half smile.
“Don’t go Kate. I don’t want you to go any more than you want to go. We can figure it out somehow, just not publicly that’s all.”
She knew he was sincere, but what she needed was to be herself, and take some time to figure things out. She knew after the shoot next week, she would have a lot of down time and she would use it to think long and hard about the next phase of her life.
“I can’t … not like this Aaron… not like this.”
She felt his arms pulled her close his lips finding hers. She kissed him deep and he smiled at her response to him, though his face fell when she picked up her bag once more.
“I want us to be who we are. I don’t care about what you or anyone else things. I like what I like and I want you. I just don’t want to hide from it, or from anyone else for that matter. I have a lot on my mind and a lot to think about. Goodbye Aaron.” She said it with such finality that she was quickly gone, and she didn’t turn around to look back, fearful he would see the tears that were streaming down her face.
The trip to the airport was quick, but the wait to board the place was another matter altogether. She had more than enough time to pace the lobby, fighting with herself not to get in a cab and go back, throwing herself into his arms. Finally, she boarded and as the plane flew she looked down at the city below, wondering if he were thinking about her as well. She needed to focus, get her head straight about life.
She was still lost in her own thoughts when she landed safely in L.A. Everything from this moment forward was about her and her future. Perhaps Aaron was right, she needed time to focus on something different. She found her hotel, and she marveled at how well done everything was. Her photographer was there within hours setting up for the shoot, and she found herself fraped in some of the most expensive clothing she was sure she ever will touch.
They had two more full days for shooting, and though Aaron tried to call her a number of times, she hit the ignore button. She knew he would reel her back in, and do his best to tell her to fly back home to him. But she couldn’t be what he wanted, no matter how hard she may try.
Chapter Six
It had been three weeks. Three long and lonely miserable weeks. She missed him, there was no way she could ever deny that, no matter what she told herself. She had taken on three more jobs, and was set up financially for quite some time. Her days were spent at the pool, and roaming the hotel for things to do. That was her life, the life of a maid model, up until now.
She wanted to cry, or scream or anything else for that matter. She held up the stick to check it once more, hoping it would say something different but it was no sue, she was very definitely pregnant. She knew Aaron would feel strongly about it one way or another, but she was her own person, and she made her own rules about what she wanted. She would keep this baby and love it with everything she had, just as she did the father of the child.
Sighing she knew her hat with him tonight would be hard. Some part of her wanted to be excited, but she would have to see how he feels first. As she picked up her phone she dialed him, waiting for the husky timbre of his voice on the other end.
“Kate, I have been waiting for you.” She could hear that he was perturbed.
“I’m sorry if I kept you too long.” She frowned.
“You are just fine Kate; it’s just been a long day. Someone brought in 5 kids to the shipping station, and they were everywhere. The parents were negligent, and the whole thing was a mess. I am telling you it was exactly why I am so glad I don’t have kids.”
She felt his words like weight in her stomach. “I see, well you have had quite a day then.”
They talked about the house, changes that needed to be done, and he told her he missed her, and wished she were there. She sent him love as well, hanging up without saying a word about the issue at hand. He had clearly said he was so happy he had no kids. She put a protective hand over her stomach, she would have to take it all on alone, it was as simple as that. She did her best to stick to her plan, trying to separate herself from Aaron more and more. She knew he had to be seeing that woman again, there was no way he was sitting at home pining away for her, though she wanted him too.
The days went by quickly and she did her best to stay focused and busy, booking more jobs as show went, knowing that soon she wouldn’t be able to work anymore. Her belly would be a clear indicator that she was far less suited to model than other things.
She started shopping more, picking out little things at first and then bigger ones, until she was sure she had too much of everything. She pulled her money out of savings, finding a small two-bedroom house where they could stay for a long time. She saw her phone ringing once more, seeing Aarons face and she decided to answer it this time.
“Hello Aaron.” She said it with a smile.
“Dammnit Kate, where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.” She could hear that he was worried, but she knew distance was for the best.
“I am sorry Aaron, things have just been crazy here, I feel like all I do is work work work.” She laughed lightly into the phone.
“Kate listen to me, please don’t disappear on me. I worry about you. Hell, I think about you all the time. At least check in with me one or twice a week.”
“Ok I will.” She could give him that much, he deserved that much.
As the months went by, she slowly put together her new life. She took on new classes, getting ready for the baby, she set up her house and she got bigger and bigger. L.A. was no place to be raising a child, but she really had no place else to go. She certainly couldn’t go back home, to him. She felt the loneliness settle on her like a blanket and she did her best to go out and make some new friends.
Her talks with Aaron were so random, she started looking forward to their chats about the weather, or the newest things popping up in town. He gave her strength when she was afraid she was losing all sense of direction where the bay was concerned. He told her she was beautiful, and smart and he loved all the pictures she sent him. She never asked about the blonde woman, and he never asked her if she was dating either.
By the time she was 6 months pregnant she was far too overwhelmed with everything and she took time away from school to focus on the baby. She would chat with Aaron for hours, doing her best to keep from breaking down and telling him everything. They talked about everything under the sun, and she fell in love with him even more with every conversation. With those conversations she would feel the pain of losing him all over again and she made the decision to stop talking to him altogether.
It was by far the hardest thing she had ever had to do up to that point. Everything she did, made her want to call and tell him about it. But she would pick up the phone cradle it for a moment and then put it back down. She sent him and email, telling him she needed some alone time. She simply chalked it up to getting too emotionally attached to him. She also told him she wished him well, hopeful that he would meet someone who could be what he needed.
Once the letter was complete she wiped away her tears, and said a sweet goodbye to him in her head and heart. She rubbed her protruding belly, knowing that soon enough she wouldn’t be lonely anymore. She was both terrified and excited, though she knew she could take on any challenge she was given at this point. She blocked him from contacting her, knowing it was the only way she could function. She didn’t want to see anything from him, knowing that her love for him was deep and she would likely give him whatever he asked for.
Her last checkup was a long one and she watched the baby on the screen look back at her and she felt her heart explode. Everything was good, the baby was fine and she could rest easy knowing that when the baby came, she would be find and happy. After her appointment she made her way home, carrying what little groceries she could manage in with her to her house. She had just put everything down on the table when she heard a knock at the door.
She opened the door, and she found herself face to face with him.
Chapter Seven
He glared at her, never taking his eyes off her face. She swallowed hard, her instinct to run and hide but instead she held her ground, and she waited.
“What the hell was that email Kate?” He was beside her then, his eyes roaming her face.
“I had to say goodbye Aaron, I just do, obviously.” She glanced down and he did the same.
She felt his emotions as he reacted differently for a few moments. He was confused, terrified, and concerned all at the same time and she saw him back up, leaning against the back of the door for support.
“Kate… you are pregnant.” He told her as if he was giving her the news himself and she had to smile slightly at that.
“I am well aware of that Aaron.” She rubbed her protruding stomach slightly.
She watched his face change a number of times before he walked a few feet away and then come back to her.
“I’m sorry Aaron, I know I should have told you. Actually I tried to tell you.” She bit her lip.
He looked at her incredulously, “Kate, this is a big deal.”
“I know Aaron, it is. You made it clear you didn’t want any part of kids, you even said you were glad you didn’t have any.” She stood up taller, then spun around to go inside the house.
“You can’t be serious Kate?” He said it barely as a whisper, following her inside.
“Listen, Aaron. We are fine, more than fine. I have this place, enough money to last the year and I’ve been stocking up on things he will need.” She gestured towards the room closest to the living area.
“He?” Aaron was in front of her now, his hand gently as he touched her swollen stomach. His eyes met hers and she felt tears well up once more.
“Yes he, it’s a boy.” She let one tear slip and suddenly she was in his arms again. He kissed her gently, her face, mouth and eyelids. He pulled away and she saw tears in his eyes too.
“Kate, I say a lot of things. I am a grumpy old man sometimes but never, ever would I not want a child of my own. This child is a product of us, and of love. Don’t ever keep anything like this from me again, please.”
The tears fell freely down her face. There was a sense of relief as she felt some of the weight that she had been carrying lifted off her shoulders as he held her. There was no doubt that she wouldn’t be alone.
“There is one more thing though.” He started, turning around to face her. “I know exactly why you left, and what concerned you. I know you want us to be us, and not care about how it looks to the world around us. I get all of that now, when you left everything changed. Life was bleak and sad and I realized that I missed you as I would the woman I love. I don’t see you as a child Kate, instead you are so much more to me than that.”
He moved back from her slightly, pulling something from his jacket. “I had a plan, a dinner some place fancy with candles. I wanted to put this in a glass of champagne and let you find it yourself. I wanted to declare my love for you to the crowd around us, and make a spectacle of ourselves. That being said, I want you to clearly understand that I came here for this, because I love you and for no other reason.”
He knelt down opening the box, showing her a ring that brought tears to her eyes.
“Oh my God Aaron.” She whispered, the tears steadily streaming down her face.
“Kate, will you, and our son, marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?” He waited as she shook her head yes, he pushed the ring onto her hand. Soon she was enveloped in a hug where he gently kissed her all over her face.
She knew things would be better, and she was finally happy.
One Year Later….
If anyone had told her what labor would be like, she would have foregone having kids at all. She was thinking it as she lay basking in the afternoon sun, she draped a hand gently on her stomach, smiling as she thought about the irony of that statement. Aaron would likely lose his mind a little over the announcement of another baby, but since Jack was born he had done nothing but smile.
She was only 2 months now, so he was clueless about it, but she would tell him soon. She enjoyed her afternoon away from the boys but soon she was perfumed and ready for him to come home.
He found her that way, draped across the bed, naked. Her massive breasts full and eager to please him. She knew what he liked and made sure she was doing all of it when he walked in the door. She had bought a new toy, one that she could strap on and let it work for her, giving her two free hands to massage her breasts and alternate between sucking each one of her own nipples.
He lost his clothing quickly, smiling at her wickedly, moving to join her on the bed, his hands moving to her hair as he pulled the stiffness out of his pants, and gently tapped her lips with it. She loved him like this, ready eager, and demanding. She opened her pink mouth open for him, and he guided his hardness into it, feeling her tongue slide over the length of him.
She felt him moving, sliding in in and out gently, working her mouth until she could take more and more. Finally, she felt him move into position. He grabbed both of her massive breasts and held them together, sliding his huge member between them, fucking her this way over and over. He moaned loudly as she licked the top of him each time it poked out of the top of her breasts, giving him just a tease of her mouth again.
“Oh God Kate, yes.” He groaned out until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He flipped her over, and she smiled with his actions. This was her favorite, and he knew it. She felt him spread her wide, and she lay flat on the bed this time. Feeling him push into her she moaned loudly and arched her back slightly. He always gave her exactly what she wanted. He pushed into her over and over, the two of them becoming one and she knew it would always be good between them.
He rolled her over, this time she found herself on top. She slid her tight sheath down over him, until she rested on him, fully encompassed by her body. She leaned forward slightly as she slid up and off slightly and then back down hard and swift. She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her and she watched her huge globes pound him in the face as he worked her hips on his member.
She pumped harder and harder, faster than she thought possible as she gave him everything she had. She made circles slowly, but he refused to let her slow down, instead grabbing her hips with his hands, and using her to pound hard.
“Please oh….please, Aaron.”
He looked at her as she climaxed reaching her orgasm as she came down hard on his staff. He gave her time to recover, before turning her slightly until she was laying on her side, and he had on leg on his shoulders. He was able to push in even deeper this way and she yelled out as he pushed into her the first few times.
Soon he had a rhythm, pounding her hard as he smacked her ass with one hand, pinching her fat nipple with the other hand. She was his, and he was using her now, just like he had the blonde at the pool. She felt another surge of ecstasy as he fucked her hard, using her tightness to get off. She urged him on.
“Use me Aaron, take it…..take it.” She yelled out his name as she found another orgasm this time she felt the evidence of it as she felt the wetness covering him as he pumped into her.
He moaned loudly, this time pulling himself out of her, and she took over, her mouth replacing her wet sheath as she let him pump into her mouth over and over, only stopping as he cried out her name and he spilled all over her face and chest.
After, they lay together, him staring at her with a faraway look.
“What?” She asked him.
“What are we going to do with another baby love?” He arched an eyebrow at her and she blushed profusely.
“How did you know?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question but she asked it anyway.
“You do a little something special when your pregnant Kate, and you scream with your orgasms, they are so much more intense. I know your body.” He gave her a wink as she moved into his arms, letting him hold her tightly.
“I was going to tell you…” she trailed off.
“Well I saved you that conversation then didn’t I?” He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Aaron, I have to wonder what would have happened if I didn’t see you with the blonde in the pool that day. If I hadn’t embraced being turned on and let myself have the orgasm in the pool house.”
He pulled back “Wait what?”
“Oh yes, I did it right there, watching you. leaning back on the chaise lounge in the pool house, I played and rubbed, if I recall I actually called out your name when I found release.” She blinked at him innocently.
He moaned.
“What’s wrong my dear?” She licked her lips wickedly, knowing what he would say.
“I am an old man Kate, but somehow you find a way of making me forget that every time you’re near me.” He glanced down at his swollen member alert growing and reacting to her story.
“Poor baby, let me see what I can do about that.” She gave him a gleaming smile as she moved down the length of him, kissing nipping and touching his every muscle until she licked his rod, watching it grow bigger with her every move.
She sighed as she heard his moans and intake of breath, her sweet soft mouth covering him and sucking him. She loved pleasing him, and only stopped when they heard the soft cries from next door.
“I’ll go.” She offered, standing as she threw on a robe and he gently stroked himself. “Don’t waste that, I’ll be back.”
As she walked down the hallway to Jacks room, she reflected on how much her life had changed in such a short time. She kissed her baby boy, knowing everything was precious. After he was asleep she made her way back to the room, where she dropped the robe and her husband welcomed her with open arms.
Daddy’s Girl (Amber)
Chapter one
I sit here in my bedroom and I watch the young man with the huge cock fucking this blond temptress with fake tits and all I can do is slip my fingers into my virginal white panties. I have my eyes glued to the screen of my computer and I’m consciously aware that that door could open at any moment with Jordan slipping in to say good night. Thankfully, I can hear his footsteps and the floorboards creak in a certain spot before he reaches the threshold to my bedroom.
“You really are a naughty girl. I never took you for someone that watched this stiff…I mean stuff. It’s kind of liberating to know that I’m not the only one that finds comfort and sexual enticement from the Internet. When you told me that you had something to show me, I thought that you might be referring to something else.” Sandra was the only one that I could confide in about my feelings for a certain someone. I thought that it was destined to go unrequited and that I would have to move on to those of my own age.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. This guy is blessed and he knows exactly what he possesses. His confidence is a little unnerving and you can tell that when he fucks a woman that it’s mostly for his own pleasure. That thing would probably kill a woman that has never been taken like that before.” I remembered the brief glimpse of what I had seen of Jordan coming from the shower. He was that specimen that was made to satisfy in all the right ways.
“From how you have described a certain part of a man’s anatomy, I would say that you have come very close to seeing it in vivid clarity. Do I have to mention him by name, or do you think that it is good enough that I only remind you about the shower incident. How you accidentally walked in on him as he was wrapping that towel around his waist. The way that you have talked about him often, I’ve wondered if you’ve ever done anything to express yourself.” Sandra was that promiscuous blond that could have any man. I thought that it was safe to confide in her about Jordan, but now I think that I’ve created a monster.
“I can see that look in your eye. I don’t want you to even think about it. As far as you are concerned, he is off limits.” I could see the disappointment, but we had a bond of trust that could not be broken by one man. She had her pick of the litter and losing her virginity when she was 15 had certainly opened her eyes to the pleasure that could be had. She had been trying to get me to drop my guard with Michael. He was that jock at school that could say all the sweetest things. I just didn’t know if I could trust him with something as delicate as my virginity.
I promise that I will keep out of it for your sake. I will do that only on the condition that you tell me what happened with Michael last night. You did go to the movies. I’m sure that you took my advice about taking a seat in the very back so that people wouldn’t be able to see what you were doing.” I had a feeling that subject matter was going to come up and I was ready with a detailed explanation. I was going to get very nasty and I wanted her to be practically begging me to satisfy her curiosity.
“We sat in the back and when the lights went down things became more interesting. I reached into the popcorn container and I felt something that wasn't at all normal. It was hard and unyielding in my hand. I could feel something sticky and instead of pulling away, I jerked it like I’d seen on some of these movies. It’s amazing what you can find on the Internet these days.” I saw her lying back and now those panties were pulled to the side to show me the puffy red lips of her sex.
“I’m just getting a little more comfortable. Do you mind sharing your toys? Hand me the silver one with the multiple settings. I want to live vicariously through your words. I’m going to close my eyes and bring myself off. I promise that I will stifle any kind of moan with my fist in my mouth.” My stepfather Jordan was most likely sleeping one off after drinking too much. He never got completely shit faced, but he certainly was feeling no pain after my mother died. This was his way of self medicating and maybe it was time for some kind of intervention.
I opened the drawer and pulled out the toy that she had requested. She flicked the switch and turned it to the highest setting. She didn’t even tease herself first. She pushed past the resistance of the elasticity of her lips. I was in the perfect position to see everything. This was not the first time that we had been in the same room playing. We had learned a lot from each other and we had even practiced kissing to make sure that we had a certain technique that had become something that the boys wanted most of all. We had gone through the necessary tutelage of using a banana to teach us how to deepthroat a monster cock like no other.
“I had my hand wrapped around him and I feel it dripping over my hand and into the popcorn. I pulled out the sticky strands and I ate them with him staring at me the entire time. I have to say that I loved the look on his face as I manipulated his flesh. The shaft was so fucking hard and even squeezing it didn’t show any give to it. I reached further down and I found his balls and they were well taken care of and groomed to perfection. I could feel the smooth surface and I squeezed like you taught me to get him to grunt. He coughed into his hand to stop anybody from getting wise to what we were doing.” She was not the only one that was getting excited by my retelling of what had occurred between me and Michael.
“Oh yeah...fuck… Oh fuck…that vibration is so fucking good.” She had promised that she wouldn’t make any unwanted overtures, but now her hand had landed squarely on my chest. I wasn’t sure that she knew what she was doing and that maybe she was too far gone to give a damn. “I wanted to do that at the movies and I have no idea why none of the boys that I’ve gone out with have tried something like that.” Her wet pussy was stretched open and that cylinder object was moving back and forth at a steady pace.
“I think that I can do that better than you.” She must have thought that I was talking about doing that to myself, but she found out differently when I took her hand away from where she was satisfying her own desire. We both knew that it felt better when somebody else did it and now I was the one that was stirring things to the surface. “He had one of the biggest cocks that I’ve ever seen in my life besides this guy on the screen.” The guy was a freak of nature and had what I would consider a baseball bat hanging roughly 11 inches stretching from his body.
With her hands free, she could lift that Scooby Doo nightshirt and begin to play with her ample bosom. We both had primarily the same size in that regard, but her nipples were a little bit chunkier than mine. Mine stood straight out where hers were fat and looked good enough to sample. I’d never done anything like this and even holding this weapon of choice in my hands and slamming it back and forth inside her was a departure from our usual staid sleepovers.
“If you’re not fucking careful, you are…going to make me cum all over this thing. Is that what you want to see, Amber? Do you want to see my cream sliding down the surface of that thing? If it is, then keep up what you’re doing and you will get your wish one way or the other.” I had no idea what came over me or why it felt so important to see her bubble and boil over like a pot that you wouldn’t leave on the stove without watching it carefully. She was pinching her nipples with her eyes closed and then I heard her scream with her knuckle pressed into her mouth to stop herself from giving Jordan any reason to come in here to check out what was going on.
I had my hand firmly placed against my clit and two fingers were moving back and forth to supply me with the necessary incentive to drive myself up the wall. I had just reached that plateau when she kissed me and tongued my mouth. She was prolonging that moment into something long and everlasting. In the afterglow and while we were sitting there breathing heavy, I turned and noticed something that was slightly out of the ordinary.
There was a teddy bear that I didn’t recognize. There was also a very strange thing happening with its eyes. I knew what it was. I had a feeling that I knew who the culprit was that had decided to invade my personal space. Tomorrow morning was going to be one hell of a fight that was going to be of the knockdown variety. I was tempted to tell Sandra, but she probably would have wanted to put on more of an explicit show. I wasn’t ready to do something like that and I felt violated by the camera. It was situated in a way that it could see my bed and everything that had happened on it. I wasn’t sure how long it was there.
Chapter two
I was sitting there at the breakfast table glaring at Jordan, who was reading the paper and making it look like he had nothing to hide. Sandra was going on about something about school, but I really wasn’t paying attention. My anger was seething like a raw and festering wound. I envisioned what it would be like to wrap my hands around his neck, but came back with visions of curling my hand around something else instead.
“I have to go. A few friends are meeting me down at the pool. I think that this will give me the right moment to reveal my new two piece bikini.” Before I could stop her, she was stripping off that tee shirt and dropping her pants to show her body encased in what had turned out to be some kind of floss. It didn’t cover her breasts at all and only her nipples that could easily be seen through the fabric were covered.
I heard the rustle of paper. Jordan was looking over the edge of the paper to look at my flamboyant friend showing off. She twirled around and even bent over to make that bikini look like it had disappeared altogether. The bottoms were sheer and one pull to the side would reveal her nakedness to anybody that was willing to take the risk.
Jordan noticed that I was watching him and put the paper back up with this trace of red in his cheeks. It was a good thing that he showed some modesty, but that wasn’t going to justify spying on his stepdaughter. My only concern was how long this was going on and what exactly he had witnessed and heard.
I followed Sandra out to the front door. She had her bag with her clothes firmly inside. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Amber. I think that what you truly need is to get laid and you have the makings of a great story right underneath this roof. Do yourself a favor and reach out and touch somebody before it’s too late.” I closed the door and lay back against it with my hand up to my chest to feel my heart beating.
I took a deep breath and I walked into the kitchen with a purpose only to find that he wasn’t there. I took a few steps into the kitchen and then I felt his hand over my mouth and something hard pressing into the back side of my jeans. “I know that you saw the camera. I was watching you at the time and believe me, I was getting myself off. I came precisely at the moment that you looked me in the eyes. You’re old enough to know that I haven’t been with anybody since her mother. I haven’t been touched in five years and watching you parading yourself around in front of me in those skimpy outfits made me want to do something about it.” I tried to move, but he was stronger than me and I kind of found it exciting to be on the receiving end of something so dominant.
He dragged me out of the room with my feet sliding across the wood floor and heading towards the living room. I found myself falling onto the soft feel of that black leather couch. I was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and what constituted as a bikini top. It wasn’t much and I think that I was only doing that to taunt him mercilessly.
“I can’t believe that you would do that. You must know by now that I feel something for you. I haven’t even… I mean… I haven’t…never mind.” I became flustered and the look in his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was going to say.
A girl like you with that kind of body should not be keeping it under wraps. You should be sharing it with every man that you find a certain attraction for. I’m not suggesting that you become some sort of slut, but pleasure is the one thing that you should always strive for. It’s the one thing that a woman like you should never be without.” As he was talking, he was taking off his shirt and showing me the product of several hours down in the makeshift basement gym. I heard him on several occasions and I went down to spy on him and the way that his muscles would glisten underneath the one lonely bulb swinging back and forth on a strand of wire.
“I don’t think that you are thinking clear. This is wrong and you know that mother would never condone something like this.” I should not have evoked her name and that made him stand there with this glazed over look that had me placing my hands over my chest in defense for my honor.
“I don’t see your mother here. You are exactly like her when I first met her several years ago. She had a child of three years of age and I welcomed her into my family. I’ve seen you grow up and become the spitting image of the one thing that I lost. You don’t know how much it hurts me to see you walking past me with that same crook in your smile. I’m only a man and I can take only so much before I crack.” He had his hand on the lump in his pants and it was that considerable presence that made me get up in a seating position.
“I would try to fight you, but I think I want this as much as you do. I’m just not so willing to jump into this without thinking about the consequences. This would change everything between us and we better be sure before we do something that is going to make things awkward.” I was giving him this moment to back out gracefully and maybe apologize for videotaping me for his own personal pleasures.
“I know what you’re saying and I have gone over this too many times to count. I think about you in your bedroom with me down the hall from you only a few yards away. I think I might go crazy without doing something about this. That’s the reason why I have to have you. I want you to be a good girl and open daddy’s pants for him.” It sounded wrong for him to say it like that, but it also sent a chill down my spine into my lower extremities. “I know that you want daddy’s hard cock. It’s right here and you can’t say that you’re not interested. Don’t think that I haven’t noticed the way that you look at me out of the corner of your eye. You’re constantly undressing me with fantasies and now those fantasies can become reality.”
My hand moved towards that zipper and I pulled it down to see that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I jumped back momentarily frozen and then he unsnapped the button and let it fall to his knees. His cock was this pillar of strength and virility and the head was so damn big that I had no idea how I was going to get that into my mouth. It wasn’t as daunting as the one that I’d seen on the Internet, but it was as close as I was going to come.
“I want you to suck me off. If you do a good job, maybe I will do something about getting rid of your virginity. It’s not gonna happen right now, but it will when you least expect it. You’ll never know what day in the very near future that I will find you somewhere in this house and give you what you’ve always been wanting. You’ll have this anticipation of a cloud over your head and you’ll be on edge. You’ll always be looking around every corner to see when I am going to pounce.” He grabbed my long hair and wrapped the strands in his hands to pull me closer to the pungent aroma of his manly scent.
“I don’t want to do this. You’re going to have to…MMPPHHHHHH.” I had my mouth open and he used that to his advantage. His cock slid across my tongue and tapped very hotly against the back of my mouth. I looked down the length of him and I could see that there were at least 4 inches that were unaccounted for. He pulled back out and slapped his cock head at my mouth. He left behind a tease of what was most likely going to be one hell of a load.
“You protest too much, Amber. Your words might say one thing, but your body is saying something else entirely. I’m not a fool and for you to take me for one is only going to get you punished. I do believe this blow job is the correct punishment for the crime. This disobedience will not be tolerated and I’m through walking around on egg shells. From now on, it’s going be my way or the highway and believe me the world can be a cold and lonely place without a roof over your head.” I couldn’t believe that he was threatening me with being homeless, but he certainly did make a valid point. Without money, I was practically swimming upstream against the current with no way to prevent myself from drowning.
“I won’t do this and you can’t…make me.” I wanted him to make me and his cock found its way back into my mouth. My lips clamped down on those inches and I saw the look in his eyes that told me that not 1 inch was going to remain without the kind of attention that I could inflict on it.
“I want to see all of it go into your mouth like you did with the banana. I’ve been watching you for some time and it’s not only with the bear. I found a way to tap into your web cam and it’s amazing what kind directions you can find on the Internet. I watched you in my office downtown and even on the subway when I was coming home from work. I’ve seen you do some amazing things with that mouth, but none like you’re going to do right now.” He soon had his cock down my throat. I choked on it a little, but I think he liked that. “Take it all and when I cum, I want you to gobble down all the protein like it is the best thing that you’ve ever had in your mouth.”
The forceful injection was nothing compared to the way that he was pulling my hair. I could feel the pain and it only incited a desire to see what I could do to make him spill his load. I tried to reach for his instrument, but he pushed my hands away. He was using my mouth and the feel of my lips holding him tight while my tongue was doing all sorts of different and nasty things was too much to take for one night.
“I think that you’re going to be quite the pro after I’m done with you. My god…it’s amazing how similar your technique is to your mother’s. It’s like she has been reincarnated within you. Fuck… Fuck…that’s only going to get your mouth full in a hurry. I don’t want to have this come to an end. I’m going to build the pressure until the only thing that I can do is to release it across that tongue of yours. When I do cum, it’s most likely going to be quite the volume. I would seriously suggest that you don’t lose a drop.” I think that he was threatening me with not taking my virginity. I could’ve easily pulled him out at the last second and let him spray into the air and that would be the end of our time together.
I felt it approaching and the knob had swelled and the veins were more pronounced than ever. I swallowed the whole thing and then I wrapped my lips around the base. The first couple of very intense shots went directly down my throat. I pulled back those last few inches and I worked my mouth to supply him with the necessary attention to work him into a lather. I did not let one errant drop come out of my mouth. I even made sure that he was cleaned of any residue. That kind of made me pleased to make him jerk and buck against me after he had finished. It was that extra sensitivity that I was playing with to make him see me as the woman of his dreams.
His cock fell out and was a lot smaller than it was a couple of seconds ago. His eyes were glazed over with his mouth open and his tongue lazily moving around his lips. “That was pretty good for your first time. You’re definitely going to need a lot of practice. I think that I can sacrifice my valuable time to teach you the finer points. That will happen after I take your cherry and pop it. It’s going to happen. I don’t want you to tell anybody about this and this is our little secret. I want you to continually think about my cock. I want you to crave it and want to beg for it on bended knee.” He tucked himself back in and zipped his fly before walking up the stairs.
I sat there touching my lips and not believing for a second that this really happened. It seemed so out of character. I actually looked forward to the day that he would find me, but it was the waiting that was going to be the hardest part of all.
Chapter three
“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you and you seem to be on edge. Every time that we go back to your home, you stop at the door and make this sigh. I’m getting the feeling that you’re not at all happy with the way things are going with Michael. He told me that you have become distant and not at all responsive when he wants to take you out on a date. Is there something going on that you want to tell me about?” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond. Sandra was my best friend and yet I’d kept the secret to myself as I was requested by Jordan.
I didn’t see his car in the driveway and that at least gave me a moment of reprieve from wondering if today was going to be the day. It had been two weeks and my nerves were frazzled. Any time that I was about to please myself, I was aware of the fact that he could come in and stop me. My only chance to get rid of that building pressure was to go into the bathroom at school and take matters into my own hands. That had at least relieved me of what I couldn’t do at home. It would also give me 8 hours to ready myself for the possibility of losing my virginity on my return home.
Let’s just get inside and start our homework. I thought that college was going to be easier, but I’ve never had it this rough.” I opened the door and I saw that the house was in pitch black darkness. I was about to say something, but that same hand that had clamped over my mouth two weeks ago was right there with a taste of leather on my lips.
“Sandra, I want you to close the door and come over here where I can see you.” The light came on and Jordan was dressed all in black with a pair of leather gloves affixed to his hands. “I want you to witness this. I think that it would be good to have you here to see her deflowering.” I thought that Sandra was going to come to my defense, but she was bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” She took a seat and placed her hands in her lap with her fingers touching the hem of the black leather skirt. I was wearing a denim fabric kind of dress and suddenly found myself pushed down onto the floor. Sandra had moved closer in her chair with her hands on her chin with a smile that told me that she was not going to do anything about this. “I’ve been wondering when this was going to happen and this couldn’t have happened at a better time.” In this position, I could see that her panties were wet. I could also see that Jordan was feeling his oats.
I scrambled to my knees and I started to crawl away in a vain attempt to show that I was not easy pickings. He caught me very quickly and lifted that Denim material to find that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “I always thought of you as a good girl, but it appears that my assumption was incorrect. You are a bad girl and wearing no panties would leave a lasting effect on some boys that got themselves a brief peek at the good stuff. I think that your friend should get me ready for you. I want you to wear this moment as a symbol that you belong to me and nobody else. That way, you’ll understand from the moment that you come through that door that your place is in servitude to me.” I felt this excitement in the air and I stayed in that very spot in that same position.
I watched him present his cock for inspection and this was the first time that Sandra had gotten a good look at it. She was sucking him with a vacuum suction that looked like she had become unglued. That mouth was working wonders and was bringing him to that rock hard stiffness that I remembered when I went down on him two weeks ago.
“I don’t…know which one of you is better at this. I would call it a tie, but I believe that my stepdaughter has you beat. You might have to step up your game.” I could tell that he was only teasing her, but she took that as a challenge and began to work him like a prized whore. She was humming a tune and working her fingers along the length while at the same time that her mouth was leaving behind a ring of her purple lipstick. “Don’t bring me all the way off. I want to save that for Amber. You’re going to see me inject my seed and you’re going to see my hot cum dribble out of her after I’m done with her. I’ve been waiting for two weeks and I haven’t even done anything to bring me any sort of pleasure.” If he was telling the truth, then he must’ve been like a dam ready to burst.
Sandra was using her spit that was clinging to his shaft to draw the skin up over the head and then back down in rapid succession. There was plenty of pre cum and she was licking off every little bit. It was being replaced by more.
I did see the outline of the shaft pressed up against her cheek and then he turned to do the exact same thing to the other side. He fucked her face and held her steady to make sure that every inch was given its proper home inside her throat. We had both learned how to control that gag reflex. It was coming in handy with the piece that he possessed.
“I want you to really slobber all over it and get it ready for Amber’s tight little hole. She deserves all the lubrication that you can provide her. It’s the only thing that she’s going to get.” I didn’t even care that my best friend was giving him oral and it seemed almost like we were an extended family. It was true about what they said about people with glass houses throwing the first stone. You never knew what was going on behind closed doors and that was never more evident than what was happening right now.
He pulled away from her with strings of her saliva now sticking to him like a paste of glue. He walked back over with that sizable donation still simmering on a low heat within his balls. I felt his hand on my ass and the hard swat was a good distraction for him to push the head passed any kind of resistance that he found. I could feel him nudging against that barrier. I took a deep breath and waited for the moment of truth.
“No…it’s too big… Oh fuck… Yes… Yes…fuck me.” It had changed just like that from pain to pleasure. It was almost instantaneous. I was kind of amazed at the way that my body was now responding to its first fuck. After he had done what was needed to break through that wall there was no stopping him. It was a long and progressive journey that ended with his balls pressed up against me from behind.
“You’re so fucking tight. I have to say that I’ve fantasized…about this moment. It could never even come close to what I’m actually feeling. Having my hand around my cock and stroking to you playing with yourself in your room is nothing compared to this. I want you to remind me of a hole that I haven’t been able to get to. Tell me and maybe the next time, we’ll have you with my cock buried in that hot ass. Isn’t that what you really want? To have all of your holes open for me any time that I feel that need arise? Don’t you want to crawl on your hands and knees down the hallway and open my door to wake me up in a very profound way? I know that is what I want and what I will have.”
“I just want that cock and I will do anything to have it. I will give you anything and do anything. There’s nothing that you could ask that I would ever deny you.” The intensity of the moment was reaching its peak and the way that he was smacking his hips against me and burying himself deep was bringing about all sorts of different feelings. “Fuck… I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your cock, daddy.” I was getting into the swing of things and saying that word had only made it that much more nasty.
“You are taking daddy’s cock and you will be taking it all the time. I’m going to fill you with my seed and you’re going to have my baby. You may have not thought of that, but maybe you are now.” I’d always wanted to be a mommy and this might have been a different way of going about it, but I was not about to shy away from the results. “Yes… so damn close…so fucking close… YESSSSSSS.” I didn’t know that it was possible to shoot that much. Saving it up for two weeks had a tendency to leave behind a gaping reminder of our time together.
After he had satisfied his longing, he once again pulled up his pants and walked away without saying another word. I knew that my ass was the next that was going to feel the product of his lust for me. This time, I was going to try and turn the tables and find him unaware. I had the perfect idea in mind. I just had to time it exactly right and then I would be the one in the driver’s seat.
My friend Sandra was beside herself. She asked me all sorts of questions and I was more than obliged to tell her exactly how I felt. “I told you that you would love it. I told you that the day that you finally gave it up would be the best day of your life. It couldn’t get any better than this. You’ve had that moment that every woman has for their first time, but you did it in style with your stepfather. I have to say that I never thought that you would do something like this, but I’m glad to see that you have blossomed.” I didn’t even take off the dress and I could still feel him swimming around inside me.
Chapter four
I waited in the darkness of his bedroom and I knew that he was out carousing with his friends. He would be no condition to defend himself. I heard the door and then the stumble of his feet as he approached the very place that he thought that he was safe. I was standing on a chair behind the door and he came in. I jumped on his back and made him lose his balance and fall onto the bed. In his inebriated state, I was able to strip him of his clothes and leave him vulnerable and looking like a hit and run victim with my lipstick all over his body.
He tried to push me away, but he didn’t have the strength or the fortitude to keep up this kind of resistance. I tied his ankles and his wrists to the bedpost and essentially had him hogtied and my prisoner.
I was already naked and I let him see that he was staring right at my asshole. I lowered it to his mouth. He tried to say something with his tongue stuck in my ass. I’d never felt anything like it and I had to admit that pressing his tongue into the forbidden hole was doing wonders for my need.
“Make sure that you get it nice and wet back there. You’re such a dirty boy tongue fucking my ass like that.” I bent over and took his cock into my mouth. At this angle, I was easily able to fit it down my throat and back out. In his state, he was pretty much powerless and I was able to pull the strings like a puppet. I had to say that this guy didn’t pull any punches and the way that he was sliding that dick back and forth had me wanting to finally break the last cherry out of the three.