by Adams, S. C.
Finally, the recitation is over and we move onto an overview of the day care.
“As you know, Ladybug Tots accomplishes many wonderful things every hour of every school day,” says Principal Gillen seriously, pushing her reading glasses up higher on her nose. “To demonstrate our accomplishments, the staff at Ladybug Tots has prepared a slideshow of our teaching techniques. It’s a mixture of fun, games, and serious pedagogical methods, starring your children at work and play. Priscilla! Lights please!”
With that, the room goes dark and a laptop begins to hum. Sure enough, we’ve transitioned from a boring speech into an even more boring slideshow. Shit. How in the world am I going to keep myself awake for this? Fortunately, I have Ally’s curvy body next to me, and suddenly an idea flashes to life in my mind. It’s dirty and scandalous, but it’s exactly what I need from this beautiful girl.
11
Rob
My fingers curve around Ally’s waist, pulling her voluptuous form close. She turns and shoots me a smile, so sweet that my heart practically melts. Shit, Ally doesn’t deserve this, so I hold myself still for the time being, attempting to be a gentleman. It’s not going to work, but I have to make an effort at least. My chest feels constricted and I can barely breathe from the arousal rushing through my veins.
Principal Gillen drones on and on as slides begin to flash on-screen, accompanied by jazzy music and colorful, block letter captions. How can she think that this is what parents want to see? But sure enough, as the slideshow begins, the adults around me begin to coo.
“Oooh, look Bob, there’s little Jaden!” squeals one woman, pointing at a little boy on screen standing in a sandbox with a pail upside down on his head. “Isn’t he darling?”
The proud papa nods and smiles as Principal Gillen begins to speak in a monotone once more. She’s practically reading straight from her note cards now.
“As you can see, this child is playing in a sandbox. Standard pedagogical methods would dictate that we teach this child to build sand castles, and to explore his architectural fantasies. But instead, Ladybug Tots uses the inverted pail on his head to teach shapes. Specifically, the inverted pail is known as a truncated cone. Jaden Warmby, age 4, now knows what a truncated cone is!” she trumpets proudly.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. A truncated cone? Who cares? Besides, what normal human being uses the word “truncated,” much less a four year-old? If anything, I’m beginning to think this day care isn’t right for my daughter.
But the other parents around me are oohing and ahing, delighted to see photos of their tots on the screen even if the principal is an airheaded lunatic. I just shake my head in the darkness. Go figure. You can’t buy common sense, that’s for sure.
A soft giggle catches my attention, and I tug Ally closer. My control is breaking.
“You getting a kick out of this?” I murmur into the perfect seashell of her ear.
She sighs a bit, her laughter commingled with ruefulness.
“Yes and no,” she whispers. “I mean yes, because Principal Gillen is ridiculous. Flat out batshit crazy. It’s so hard to do what she wants sometimes because her requests can be far-out. But at the same time, sometimes I really try my best to listen and absorb what she’s saying because she’s so earnest. She really believes this stuff, and you have to give someone that committed a chance.”
I merely shake my head again, pulling her closer. By now, Ally’s no longer melded against my side. Instead, she’s pulled against my front, her back to my chest, and I wrap both my arms around her mid-section. This is nice. Real nice. The softness of her heaving tits just grazes the top of my forearm, and I like having the curvy girl close to me like this. I rest one chin on her shoulder, watching as more slides go by. The principal’s voice drones on and on as I whisper.
“But would you want this for your child?” I ask softly in her ear. “Knowing that he or she was learning according to these bizarre teaching methods that make no sense?”
Ally giggles while trying to shush me.
“They’re not bizarre,” she scolds softly. “They’re cutting edge.”
I growl in my throat then, pulling her even closer to me in the darkness of the room.
“Euphemisms,” is my whisper in her ear. “By the way, I kind of like the way we’re standing,” I say. “It’s nice being here with you like this. Makes it bearable.”
“Mmm,” she hums back, shooting me a teasing look over her shoulder. “Just bearable hmm?” she asks. “Why don’t I believe you?”
The answer is obvious. It’s because I have a stiffy that’s huge and aroused, pressing into the woman’s soft bottom. This is so fucking wrong. We’re in her workplace, which is a fucking day care center. There are children in the next room playing innocently as their parents gaze raptly at a slide show of their rug rats. And we’re surrounded on all sides by people, did I mention that?
But my girl is a dirty one because she shoots me another teasing look over her shoulder and playfully rubs her butt up against me, teasing my cock with those huge, soft mounds.
“Two can play at this game,” she breathes almost inaudibly. “Try it Mr. Lockhart.”
Oh shit, oh shit. Is this really happening? Is Ally inviting me to be bad? Never one to lose an opportunity, I groan silently into her ear and begin grinding against the soft form in front of me.
“You like that?” I murmur rawly. “You like feeling my big dick pressed up against those ass cheeks?”
Ally giggles and slowly moves her hands behind her so that they’re hidden behind her back, in the crevice between our bodies. Thank god no one can see. Or at least I hope they can’t see because right now, the little girl is stroking my hard cock through the thin fabric of my trousers.
“I do like it,” she giggles in return with a hitch to her breath. “I love feeling this, especially when it’s raw, Mr. Lockhart.”
And to my surprise, with nimble fingers the woman pulls down my zip discreetly, and slides my cock out so that she’s gripping it in one small fist. Oh shit. It feels so good. My cock throbs and pulses and she squeezes it playfully.
“Wet already, aren’t we?” she mewls, so soft that only I can hear. It’s true because I’ve been leaking pre-cum and right now, the sticky goo is coating her fingers and making everything slick and wet. She giggles again and slowly begins stroking her hand up and down my shaft, pulling me all the way to heaven.
“Oh shit, baby girl,” I grunt, trying not to move a bone in my body. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
“Shhhhh,” she admonishes me. “Shhhh, we’re at school,” she scolds even as she jacks me off with her hand.
But two can play at this game. Breaking out of my blissful stupor, I reach around and gently caress her décolletage before gripping the sweetheart neckline of her pink dress and pulling it gently so that her two huge boobs pop out. “Pop” wouldn’t be an understatement. They’re so huge that they bounce and roll, even as Ally lets out a slight squeal of surprise.
“Mr. Lockhart!” she gasps. “People will see!”
It’s true. Any of these parents could view her lushness, if they bothered to turn their heads to look at us. After all, she’s facing away from me, her bottom pressed against my cock, and those two giant breasts are fleshy and huge, impossible to miss out in the open. In fact, her creamy skin is almost fluorescent in the icy glare of the laptop.
But I don’t care. Tit for tat is how I play the game, and Ally’s the one who started it. So not missing a beat, I begin to stroke her breasts, first cupping the creamy curves before moving to those hard nipples.
“So fucking hard,” I whisper in her ear, rolling one pink bud between my fingers before pulling off it with an audible pop. “I’m going to fuck these when I get home, don’t you worry,” I rasp.
Ally lets out a rapturous moan, and I clap a hand over her mouth to make sure no one hears. Shit this is wrong. Her huge breasts are swaying this way and that as I play with the nipples, pinching and rubbing. The g
irl is writhing against me now and making muffled mewling noises from behind the hand I have clapped over her mouth. Shit. This is so bad, and yet also so good.
But I can’t stop. Ally’s gotten me going, and there’s no way I’m going to end this at some lame half-way point. So letting go of her tits, I reach one hand back and begin slipping her dress up her thighs. There’s a lot of material but I won’t be deterred. Finally, the pink material’s gathered around her waist in back, although in the front, it looks undisturbed.
“Rob!” she breathes heavily against my hand. “Oh god!”
I lean forward and rasp against her ear. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good.” With one big hand, I push down on her back so that her butt’s jutting out a bit and nudge those long legs apart with my knee. She lets out a slight moan. Oh shit. I can feel the heat of her cunt almost frying my cock, and the discreet scent of damp female petals beckon to me. Slowly, I slip one hand down to stroke that glistening pink cunt. Damn, she’s drenched.
“So wet,” I rasp. “You’re always so soaked for me.”
She mewls helplessly, a shiver running down her spine as I gently rub against the bottom of her clit.
“Oh Rob,” she sighs. “Yes, that feels good.”
Slowly, I squeeze a finger into her channel. She’s so hot and tight and wet that I almost lose it right there. But knowing that she needs this just as badly as I do makes me keep it together. Instead, I run my digit in and out of her a few times before bringing it to my mouth for a suck.
“Shit you taste good,” I rasp. “Like honey, sweetheart. You’ve been eating well.”
But Ally can’t wait either. She needs dick so bad that the girl bumps her butt against me, turning to look at me over her shoulder with pleading eyes. We’re ensconced in darkness and yet I can’t believe we’re really doing this with the other parents mere feet away.
But Ally has other ideas.
“Please Rob,” she breathes. “Now. Now.”
Who am I to say no? I grab my thick shaft with one hand and gently run the head up and down over her pink petals. She’s so wet and hot, and the girl lets out a little moan as her eyes drift shut. But I underestimated Ally because my sweet innocent is sly. As my thickness passes her tight little hole, she thrusts back just a bit and catches the glans in her wetness.
“Oh!” we both cry out. “Fuck!”
Fortunately, the parents are clapping about something or other in the slideshow, and don’t notice in the least. Good, because I take the opportunity to slide a couple inches into her wet warmth, reveling in the squeeze. I’m so big that she’s literally lifted onto her toes a bit while trying to accommodate me.
“Rob,” she moans quietly. “Oh yes, like that.”
That’s what I love hearing. Slowly, I push all the way into her tight channel so that my entire dick is caught in those heavenly walls, before pulling out again. The sight is fucking disgusting, and it turns me on.
“You’re drenched, sweetheart, and you’re getting me so wet with your juices,” I rasp. “My cock is fucking shiny now, and there’s pussy juice running down my balls because you’re leaking so much.”
She mewls quietly, twisting around to look at me over her shoulder.
“I can’t help it, Mr. Lockhart,” she whispers. “You turn me on so much. Now use my body,” she murmurs with a hitch to her voice. “The slideshow’s almost over.”
Oh fuck. I’m in Heaven, but she’s right. We ain’t got all day. So I begin sliding in and out of that tight cunt, barely able to believe we’re doing this. My shaft reappears from between those big white cheeks dripping and glistening with her female need, and the sight is practically enough alone to make me jet. But Ally pushes me to my limits because the girl leans forward a bit as I dick her hard, and reaches two small hands back to pull her ass cheeks apart, offering me her all.
“Yes,” she sighs, eyes closed. “Yes, yes, oh god!”
With a breathless cry, the girl freezes and then her cunt goes ballistic on me. It clamps and snaps, dissolving on my hot shaft she mewls and gushes. The sweet juice sends me over the edge and I feel hot liquid pour from my balls, shooting down my shaft and into her welcoming pussy.
“Unnnh,” is my heartfelt groan. “Oh fuck baby. Oh fuck.”
We stand locked together, both our bodies pulsing as the orgasm binds us together, making two into one. But I can’t stop. There’s so much seed that I keep pumping and pumping, emptying every last drop into her curvy body.
“Yessss,” she hisses, absorbing it all. “Yes.”
And that’s how I know this woman is right for me. Any other date would have been scandalized. They would have never let me touch them in a public setting, much less with other parents just an arm’s length away. But not only did my sassy girl let me stroke her, but she brought me to the highest heavens with her body. She was with me every step of the way, savoring my sperm and allowing me to decant into the sheer bliss of her wet pussy.
So am I wrong for being head over heels? Some people would say this is fast. But I’m a man of strong convictions, and I’ve seen a lot in life. It doesn’t take me long to make a decision, and in this case, the case was crystal clear. Ally is the one for me. This beautiful brunette with the giving nature, the sweet, generous smile, and intelligent, inquisitive mind is all mine. The only question is, does she know it yet?
12
Ally
The phone rings and I stare at it from where I’m sitting on the living room couch.
“Ally,” says my roommate while rolling her eyes. “Hello, it’s your cell.”
Abruptly, I jump into motion.
“Oh right, sorry,” is my mumble. In an instant, I’m picking up. Sure enough Rob’s voice greets me.
“How do you feel about carnivals?” he growls. “I feel like taking you to one.”
Haley, sitting beside me on the couch, starts gesturing in excitement. “Is that him?” she whispers.
I poke her in the ribs and give her a look. She should be over this by now. Rob and I have been going out for almost three months but Haley is still so shocked by the whole thing that she acts like a teenager whenever I tell her about my dates. Of course, I don’t tell her everything. Not the way that Rob and I had sex at a school function, with other parents standing mere feet away. Not the way we’re in bed all the time, the billionaire making me come again and again with the magnificence of his body. And definitely not the way I’ve fallen head over heels for this man.
I guess it makes sense, but it also doesn’t make sense. After all, he’s a billionaire with everything, whereas I’m a day care provider. Sure, there are stories of the Cinderella who meets a prince and is swept away despite the fact that she’s poor and he’s rich. But in real life, how often does that truly happen? I’m under no illusions that he and I are from different socio-economic classes.
But at the same time, Rob doesn’t seem to care at all. He treats me like a princess, and it makes me go warm and fuzzy all over (not to mention wet and swollen somewhere in particular). He looks at me a lot, absorbing every inch from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and of course, everywhere in between. Even if we’re from different stratums of life, I don’t think the billionaire cares at all. Take this carnival for instance. It’s a no-name thing out in the middle of a field. It’s bound to be corny with silly kid roller coasters and cheap stuffed animals hanging off of metal grates. Yet, Rob wants to go. He’s not gunning for some prestigious museum opening or charity circuit ball, although there are plenty of those as well. Instead, he’s down to Earth and wants to take me.
It’s part of why I love him. It’s his way of seeing straight to what matters, even if other people get caught on the sidelines. Rob has an uncanny ability for making good decisions, and his value system meshes perfectly with mine. We treasure family. Time spent with his daughter. Being together, and enjoying the small things like a hot cappuccino. Of course, sure, he’s rich and gorgeous, but that’s not why I love hi
m. At least, it’s not the only reason why I love him. I adore this man for his intelligence and judgment; for how he’s such a caring dad; and how safe and comfortable I feel around him.
So I smile into the phone.
“I’m not sure if I have much of an opinion about carnivals,” I murmur.
“Katie thinks very highly of them,” he growls. “There’s this big one going on in Jersey right now, and she’s been bothering me to take her. Supposedly, they have the world’s biggest Ferris wheel. Would you like to come with?”
I grin, although he can’t see it.
“Absolutely,” I say. Like I mentioned, Rob has taken me on a bunch of crazy dates to expensive restaurants and Broadway shows but honestly, the world’s biggest Ferris wheel is just my style. I relish the chance to just hang out with him like normal people, and I love spending time with his daughter.
When the day comes, I get dressed in jeans and a sweater, and put on a little bit of makeup. Rob has told me that he prefers me without makeup, but I least want to pump my lashes up with a little bit of mascara. Guys don’t know what “natural” really looks like, and besides, nature can always be improved upon, right?
Unfortunately, Haley’s home that day as well and she trails me around the apartment as I get ready with tons of annoying questions. “He’s taking you to a carnival? I didn’t know CEOs did that sort of thing,” she remarks.
I shrug. “He’s a person, you know. At first Rob seems like this intimidating figure, but once you get to know him, he’s really pretty chill. The man likes reading and good food and he’s amazing with kids. He works a lot, and his job is really stressful, so when he gets off work he just wants to be a human being sometimes.”