by Iona Nixon
He got back into bed next to me and sucked my nipples some more, sucking harder and harder, until I thought he might actually suck them off. The pain was intense but also unbelievably arousing. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again.
"You're so fucking wet baby. After I rape you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna make love to you. Would you like that baby?"
I had to be honest, so I nodded. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and kissed me. This time he wasn't so sloppy or eager, he took his time and took control of my mouth, while his cock took control of my pussy. I was more turned on than I had ever been. I felt his cock jerking as it pumped semen into my womb. I hadn't cum yet, but I didn't care.
"Oh my god, you're a good whore baby. You wanna be daddy's little whore, don't you baby?"
I moaned as I felt his cock get hard inside of me again and nodded. I looked up at him with big innocent eyes and moved my hips up, trying to make him go deeper inside me.
"Is daddy's whore on birth control?"
I shook my head no, and he grinned.
"Good. I want to make my whore fat with a baby so these will get bigger and start giving milk," he said as he started pulling on my nipples with my teeth.
I moaned again and threw my head back, but he pulled me back with his sharp, commanding voice.
"You are to keep your eyes open and keep watching what I do to you until I say otherwise, understood?"
I nodded.
He pulled his cock out of me and I gave a small sigh of disappointment. He moved so that he straddled my chest and put his cock between my breasts. Using my nipples, he pulled my breasts together so they created a nice little valley for his cock to push through. I had never had someone use me for a titty wank before, and I quite liked it. Not that I got off on it, but I liked being used as an object of pleasure. He pushed my breasts together harder and harder as his hips picked up their pace and soon he was shooting more spunk all over my face. I had to close my eyes momentarily while he wipe it out of that area, but I opened them again and looked up at him, my face dripping with his cum. He held the fingers he used to get it out of my eyes to my mouth and I opened up, licking his fingers clean. He left the rest of his cum where it landed and rolled off me. He spent maybe a half hour suckling at my nipples, alternating back and forth. I still hadn't spoken. Eventually he raised himself up on one elbow and looked me in the face.
"Are you all right with what we did?"
I nodded.
"I really do want to keep this up with you on a regular basis. I think we want the same things sexually. Do you want that? Do you want me to be your daddy and you can be my slutty baby girl? You can talk again."
"Yes, I want to be your slutty baby girl, daddy." I couldn't even believe I was saying those words and meaning them, but I did. The way he went off script and really did make the rape a little more real just made me really crazy about him.
"I think my little whore deserves an orgasm." He got up and untied me, allowing the blood to flow back into my limbs. He lay on his back and ordered me to get on top of him. I don't know when it happened, but his cock was hard again and ready to go. I straddled his hips and let his cock slide into my pussy.
"Ok, baby, you go to town on daddy's hard cock; make yourself cum as much as you want. You deserve it, baby." He reached up and fondled my breasts while I began to ride my new daddy. Pretty soon he moved his hands to support his head and just watched me as I rode him.
"Look at my baby's tits, the way they bounce. So sexy. How big are my baby's titties?"
"40DD, daddy." I answered.
"And my baby is sure she's not on any kind of birth control?"
"None, daddy, I swear."
"Oh baby, daddy is going to take such good care of you. You're going to make daddy rich, baby, but we'll talk about that later. You keep riding daddy." His hands wandered back to my breasts and he kept tugging on the nipples harder and harder, making me gasp every time.
I had been riding him the whole time he was talking to me and was close to an orgasm.
"Oh god, oh god daddy I'm gonna come"
"Me too baby, come on daddy's cock baby girl. Oh fuck!"
I came just as I felt him shooting another load into my womb. I milked every drop of semen from him before I collapsed on top of him. He rolled me to the side and put his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair back. We lay a long while in the afterglow, while he absentmindedly plucked at my nipples. At some point we fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone.
I looked around and saw all his clothes were gone too. I got up and walked naked into the livingroom, where I saw a note on the coffee table.
"My slutty little girl—
Had to get back to the wife for a little bit, but I took your number from your phone and put mine in under Daddy. When I call, you should be just as I found you today within the hour.
Love,
Daddy"
I felt his semen leaking on my upper thighs and felt the soreness of my nipples when I touched them. I padded back to bed and put a pillow under my hips so as not to lose more of his semen. Somehow I knew he would want me to do that. I rubbed my clit and twisted my nipples until I came again and fell asleep wondering when he would call again and to a lesser extent wondering what he meant about my making us rich.
The End.
The Girl Next Door
Generally, Eve hated conferences. Yes, it was nice to get out of town and away from the drudgery of home, but the boredom that accompanied days of listening to would-be scholars drone on about their topics was enough to put her over the edge. She did, however, enjoy the nice hotel rooms, especially if they came with crisp white sheets and a bathroom with a nice tub and separate shower. This year, she had popped for an upgrade to a suite just for the Jacuzzi tub.
Eve knew a few people at the conference, as generally it was the same people every year. This year she noticed a cute professor from Pennsylvania who presented a paper on war and conflict, always a hot topic. She may have met him before, but he looked different somehow this year. After his presentation she walked up to mention that she enjoyed it.
"I'm Eve, and I really enjoyed your perspective on that topic. Generally it's the same old thing and your take was a little different." She said.
"Oh, thank you," he said, almost with a blush in his clean-shaven cheeks. He had short brown hair just peppered with enough gray to actually look like the stereotypical distinguished professor. "I'm Henry," he said, extending his hand.
Even shook his hand and thought she felt a jolt of energy between them. She remembered now why she didn't recognize him. He used to have a moustache, but this year was delightfully clean shaven. They chatted a little bit more about his paper and then Eve walked off to the next presentation.
Later that afternoon Eve checked into her room at the conference hotel. It did have a nice king-sized bed and a gorgeous bathroom. Eve set her suitcase down and began unpacking. She noticed a door in the wall. Curious, she opened it. It led to another door, which must be the door to the next room. Ever more curious, Eve tried the handle. It was unlocked. Eve tried it and opened up the next room. On walking in she saw that professor, Henry, in the next room!
"Oh, excuse me!" she said, startled.
Henry looked up from the newspaper he was reading, looking quite started as well! "Oh, hello there, Eve is it?"
She was surprised he remembered her name, especially in this situation. "Yes, it's Eve. I am so sorry, I was just wondering where the door went, I didn't think it would be unlocked!"
Henry laughed gently, his eyes smiling. "Well you found me," he said.
Eve laughed, too. "I didn't mean to barge in," she said, this time she was the one blushing.
"It's no problem at all," he said with a gleam in his eyes, "Hotel rooms are odd the way they adjoin. At least
now we'll know who is on the other side of the door."
Eve agreed and gracefully, she thought, exited back into her room, laughing to herself. She unpacked and went to dinner with a few conference friends.
When she returned to her room she kicked off the heels she had been in all day and stripped out of her suit. She grabbed her favorite t-shirt out of her suitcase. She couldn't wait to get comfortable.
Standing in her v-neck t-shirt and her thong Eve thought she heard something through the wall. Hotel walls are notoriously thin. Knowing that it was the cute Henry next door, Eve listened closely. It was just the television, she thought. She walked over to the door that separated the rooms and slowly opened her door, trying not to make much noise. She was surprised to see that his door was not only unlocked, it was actually slightly ajar, almost like an invitation.
Eve gently pushed his door open and peered into the next room. She heard the television louder, and was sure it was a porno he was watching. She looked around and saw him on the bed. He was lying back, reclining on the pillows. His head was tilted back and his eyes were almost closed, but he was focusing on the television, which was located on the wall just to the right of the door. Eve had a perfect view of him, but her head was obstructed form his view by the door. He was naked and Eve could see his curly chest hair. Looking down his tight body, Eve saw that he was grasping a beautiful hard on. His hands encircled his erect penis leaving the thick, wide head exposed. He was rubbing up and down, his hands moving quickly. He was making noises, small moans. Eve was a bit surprised to see him spread out like that and found herself becoming damp watching him. He moved his left hand up and down his hard shaft in a steady rhythm. His right hand moved down to massage his balls. Eve must have made a small gasp. While still keeping the steady movement on his cock, Henry turned his head and looked at the door. He made eye contact with Eve.
She was embarrassed to be standing there, watching him. But she could not move. Henry locked eyes with her, and continued to stroke his cock. Surprised that he didn't jump up and tell her to get back into her room, Eve felt herself become more damp. Henry gave her a look and ever so slightly moved his head, as if to invite her in. Eve slowly entered his room.
"Hello again," he said, hands still on his cock. "Hello," Eve said, barely able to speak. "Don't just stand there at the door," he said, his eyes looking her up and down. He white t-shirt was sheer enough to show the outline of her breasts and her nipples were hard and pressing against the fabric. Her wet pussy was still hidden behind the turquoise thong she was wearing.
Eve slowly walked in, and turned to close the door, knowing that Henry would get a glimpse of her exposed ass cheeks. He moaned a bit louder as she turned around to close the door and then turned back to him.
With his hands still stroking his cock, which seemed even more erect than before, Henry said, "Eve you look lovely this evening. Come closer"
Eve blushed, but walked a bit closer to him. She could see that his penis was good sized and that his head was thick and enlarged. The sight of him, and the rhythm of his stroking, were causing her clit to become enlarged itself, and press against the thin fabric of her thong.
"Do you like to watch?" he asked her?
Eve didn't know the answer to that question, but responded, "I like watching you." Feeling excited and brave, Eve took her hand and rubbed her pussy, finding the fabric of the thong had become completely wet.
Seeing her touch herself, Henry moaned even louder and began stroking faster. Eve took a few steps closer to his bed. She was now close enough to touch him. Keeping her right hand on her wet pussy, Eve reached out with her left hand and stroked his leg. She rubbed from his knee up towards his thigh. Henry let out another moan, at her touch. Eve could see drops of pre-cum glistening at the top of the head of his cock. She let out a slight moan herself.
Eve spread her legs slightly and with her right hand, wriggled out of her thong.
"Oh God," Henry said.
Seeing that reaction, Eve took her hand off his leg and used both hands to take her t-shirt off over her head. Her red hair tumbled out and framed her face and her neck. She was standing there, in front of him, completely naked. She put her hand back on his leg.
"May I?" Henry asked.
Eve nodded.
He reached out and stroked her inner thigh, rubbing his hand from her knee to up where her wet pussy was waiting. He barely grazed where her thigh and pussy came together. Eve tossed her head back and gasped at his touch. She reached her hand out and grasped his erect cock and continued the movements he had been making. Her hand tightened around his thick shaft and she felt him respond. She shifted her legs and now stood further apart. In response, he moved his hand up and felt the outside of her lips. The both moaned together when he touched her. She tightened her grip on his cock and felt his pre-cum dribble onto her hand.
She slowly knelt close to his bed. Although it moved her wet pussy out of his reach, it brought her head closer to the head of his cock. She looked him in the eyes and she lowered her mouth to him. He moved his hand from her pussy and traced his way up to her breasts. He began to fondle and knead her breast, his finger in circles around her nipple.
Eve leaned down further and took his cock in her mouth. She circled her tongue around his head and tasted his salty per-cum. Henry let out an enormously loud moan. He continued to fondle her breast as she took his entire length in her hungry mouth. He head ground back into the pillows as she swallowed him whole and began to thrust back and forth.
She took her hands and placed one on his thick shaft. The other she used to massage his balls. In response, Henry opened his legs. While still working her mouth on his cock, her right hand still grasping his shaft, Eve took his cue and moved her left hand from his balls to rub her finger up and down between his balls and his asshole. Henry's cock jerked and his moans became even louder.
Eve took her finger and began to circle his asshole gently. More pre-cum leaked out his head and into her mouth. Eve swallowed it greedily as she put a little more pressure on his asshole. Henry pushed back against her but then relaxed and opened up. She moved her fingertip into his asshole. He twitched and bucked and she tightened her grip on his cock. She moved her mouth back and used just her tongue on his delicate head. Her other hand moved her finger further into his smooth asshole, just past his first tight ring. As soon as her finger moved in, Henry began twitching, bucking, moaning and writhing in pleasure. His cock tightened in her grip. Eve opened her mouth and took in the full length of his cock, while pushing her finger further into his asshole. She curled her finger up and felt his spongy prostate. At that moment, Henry could contain it no longer and Eve felt the explosion of cum into her mouth. It was hot and salty and she swallowed each and every thrust. His cock went deeper into her soft, wet mouth and she opened her throat and swallowed each bit of cum.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Henry exclaimed.
Eve slowly moved her finger out of his asshole and felt it close behind her. She massaged his balls very gently and moved her mouth off of his sticky-but-shrinking cock. She gave him a final lick and looked up at him. His hair was tinged with sweat and his face looked so serene.
"I'm so glad that you're the girl next door," he said.
The End.
Lives Well-Lived
"LIVES WELL-LIVED"
The house lights in the hotel conference center dimmed. A spotlight flitted across the stage, resting finally on the solitary figure at the podium. Her sequined black dress shimmered with fragments of reflected light. She cleared her throat in a not-so-subtle effort to hush the dinner crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "welcome to the awards segment of our annual Global Association of Risk Professionals' meeting here in Geneva...." As she extended welcomes to guests and lavished praises on organizers, an elderly woman shifted slowly in her wheelchair. She struggled momentarily to turn the chair away from the dinner table and toward the stage.
A diminutive young man seated besi
de her stood to assist. His brown, smooth-skinned hands contrasted starkly against her gnarled white fingers, even in the dim shadows of the stage lights. He turned and locked the chair, then nuzzled his brown nose against her pink cheek.
He pushed a wisp of her white hair behind her left ear as she beamed up at him. "Ah-kuhn," she whispered, "thank you, Sokren." He bowed his head in response, hands pressed together in a motion approaching prayer. "I am honored, yee-ay Lynnette." The term "yee-ay" in his native Khmer language of Cambodia connoted "grandmother," but was also a term of respect for an elderly woman.
The introductory speech had mercifully droned to an end. "And without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen, I give to you this year's winner of GARP's Enterprise Risk Management award. For his groundbreaking work in applying the field of enterprise risk management to the relief of human suffering, this year's award goes to Sokren Prath, executive director of Cambodia's 'Preah Vihear Project'!"
The crowd, never known as a raucous group, rose to their feet in polite applause. The brown-skinned young man strode slowly toward the stage. His traditional silk shirt became almost phosphorescent as the spotlight found him.
As the crowd continued to clap, the white-haired woman sat in her wheelchair, clutching an old photograph, tears streaming down her face. Her mind drifted back across many years to the beginning of her Southeast Asian journey...
* * * * * * * *
"Come on, Lynnette -- let's go!" prodded her husband. He hurried ahead of her, carrying their bags through the exit doors of Phnom Penh International Airport. "Come on, sweetie!"
Jeff Sinclair had always been a man of action. Dropping the luggage, he hailed the driver of a tuk-tuk, a sort of hybrid motorcycle-powered carriage.
Meanwhile, the overpowering heat had stopped Lynnette in her tracks. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, nose, upper lip and chin. As Jeff negotiated a price with the driver, neither truly understanding the other's language, Lynnette watched her husband with fascination. She raised her camera and snapped a photograph.