Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  “It’s terrible to admit, but I’ve never even been on a motorbike, how ironic working here, huh.” I told him. “But I have always wanted to know what it’s like having something so powerful between my legs.” I said this without realizing just how suggestive this sounded and then giggled upon hearing it. Vic looked at me while sipping on his whiskey with a cheeky look in his eye.

  “Is that true?” He tested “Well how about I show you what that feels like?” He asked and gave me a little wink. I hesitated, unsure as to whether he was offering me a ride on his bike or he was suggesting something more. Either way I didn’t actually care, I knew what I wanted.

  Leaving the bar and heading out toward Vic’s bike I had chills run down my spine, both from the cool night air and also from the thought of doing something so impulsive like this. Vic noticed I was cold and threw his massive leather jacket over me, coming round in front of me he zipped it up, running his hands up my body as he did so, lingering slightly and grinning as the material came a little snug across my boobs.

  Sitting down on his hog first, he looked back over to me, expecting me to climb on behind him. Once I sat behind Vic, I wasn’t sure where to put my hands, I felt nervous at this innocent chance to touch Vic. Securing my arms around his stomach, I could feel just how strong his abs were under his shirt and I felt him tense ever so slightly at my touch, flexing his muscles and teasing me.

  Next thing I know we’re off, roaring down the back streets of town at an unimaginable speed. There was so much going through my mind it was incredible. Holding Vic was hot, and the mix of the adrenaline and the vibrations from the powerful motor between my thighs was making me very horny. Moving my hands down his stomach slightly, I grip him lower and feel him chuckle as he is aware of the moves I’m making on him. Feeling bold from all of this new energy in my body, I leaned forward and nibbled a little on the back of Vic’s neck, sucking on his ear lobe a little. He seemed to get the picture of what was going on in my mind because he started to turn back, circling the bike and zooming in the direction of the bar once again.

  We pulled up to the bar and I was glad to see that the surrounding bars had emptied out as well. This meant we really did have the place to ourselves. Vic climbed off the bike first and then placed one of his big hands behind my head, turning my face up to his and kissing me hard. His lips were a little rough, but in a pleasant way. His stubble was also a little scratchy but in a way that only reinforced just how manly this guy was. He took me by the hand and led me to the door of the bar.

  “Open it.” He grunted deeply at me.

  Once I managed to open the door past my trembling fingers, Vic pushed me inside and had me immediately pressed up against the door which slammed closed behind me from the force. He reached his face down once more and began kissing me, pressing his hot tongue into my mouth as I sighed into his. He unzipped the leather jacket off me again, his cold hands swiftly moving up under my shirt. The touch of his chilled rough finger tips against my warmer softer skin made me gasp a little and this made him laugh.

  He pulled my shirt off me and was pleased when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipples were already hard from his cold teasing, the sight of which encouraged him to take hold of my boobs and squeeze them firmly, making them spill over slightly between his thick fingers. He leaned in against me and I could feel his cock pressing against me, hard. I moved my hands over him through his jeans trying to tease him, to let him know that I knew he wanted me but this only resulted in Vic gripping my wrists and flinging them up above my head. He pinned me against the wall like this, holding my thin arms with one hand while he unbuttoned himself and let his jeans fall to the floor with a thud.

  “Now, get on your knees.” He said this while looking deep into my eyes and the urgency with which he said it made me wet. God, he really did want me right now.

  Sinking down onto my knees in front of Vic I was faced with his large cock. Everything about it matched his body – the size of it, thick and long, daring me to try to take it whole, the strong veins and muscles showing, letting me know just how rock hard he was for my mouth.

  I leaned forward slightly and licked the tip gently with my tongue. His cock pulsed a little from this and I smiled. I knew how to do this, I was good at this. I took a hold of him with one hand and lifted his cock up, allowing myself to lick one big wet line up from his balls to the tip of his cock. I did this a few times, slowly, letting this pleasure and the tension build up for him. Then in one clean motion, I opened my lips wide and placed his cock deep inside my mouth. He groaned out and gripped my head, pushing himself even deeper down my throat. His thick cock made it hard for me to breathe but I wanted to do my best for Vic.

  He muttered to me, “Take it, be a good girl and take it all, Megan.” while he took fistfuls of my hair and thrust his cock repeatedly deep down my throat. He was being so forceful but it was so hot feeling his cock stiffen and leak pre cum into my mouth. Tasting him began to drive me crazy and I let out muffled moans with each eye watering from the thrust of his massive dick.

  I reached my hands out and held onto his hips, gripping him and pulling him into my mouth; I wanted to show him how much I loved being used in this way. I pressed my tongue against him with every stroke and then when he pulled out a little I gripped him with my hand and started to lick and suck on just the head of his cock while I slid my hand up and down his wet shaft. This caused him to let out loud moans and he pulled my head backwards by my hair.

  “Oh fuck. Megan, don’t make me come just yet. There’s a lot more I want to do to you.” He was breathless and swayed a little on his feet; that satisfied me. I loved knowing that my blow job skills could do that to a fully grown man.

  Standing up and smiling at Vic I felt confident and also a little cheeky. “Oh yeah big boy? What you got in mind?” I whispered these words close to his face and he pushed my face to the side, biting on my neck and growling low in my ear.

  “For a start, I’m in charge here, okay? So don’t even try to get cheeky with me and secondly, you had better shut up and just take it off.”

  His deep voice and his breath against my neck sent tingles down my body and I felt myself tighten with excitement. My panties were soaked and I knew that as soon as it came off Vic would notice. I slid my panties down over my hips and past my round bum while Vic stood back watching me, stroking his hard cock as I stripped for him.

  He smirked upon seeing me in just my panties. “Give me a little spin baby, let me see that ass.”

  I twirled around slowly and played with my breasts as I did so, teasing my nipples and squeezing them. Vic approached me and grabbed hold of my ass hard, pulling me in against him as he did so. “God, I want you.” He panted as his hands moved up from my backside and came around the front of my hips. He placed one hand down over my pussy on top of my panties and smiled when he felt how wet they were. “Feels like you want me too, huh Megan.” He teased.

  I moaned. The pressure and the warmth of his hand up against me felt so good, I tried to grind my hips and move myself along his hands. My clit was pulsing and I was dying for him to touch me, to finally relieve this insane feeling building in me. He moved and gripped my hips stopping me from moving.

  “Beg for me,” he mocked “Beg, and I’ll give you whatever that wet pussy craves.”

  “Please Vic, please just slide my panties off and rub my pussy, rub all the wet around me and tease my clit. I can’t cope, I can’t think. Plea-“

  He had already forced two fingers deep inside me and was pulsing them fast against my G spot. I gasped out loudly at the shock and the pleasure and then almost melted against him. Reaching down and finding his cock again, I continued my previous job, sliding my little hands over him, back and forth in time with the fast banging motions he was pounding on me. He stopped and picked me up. Walking me over to a table in the middle of the room and setting me on top, he told me to open my legs wide for him. Of course I obeyed, with the insane ecstasy he was giving me, I w
ould do just about anything he said at this stage.

  My pussy was throbbing and I couldn’t stand the wait as he hesitated again, watching me. I went to move my hand in order to play with myself but he stopped me. Striding over to me, he forced me down. Once more he held my arms up above my head and told me to stay still, moving his hips in little circles I could feel the heat of the tip of his cock against my wetness.

  He lightly pressed against my opening and I begged out for him all over again. He slid inside me slowly, allowing me to feel every bit of his thick cock fill me. He pushed in deep and I lay my head back and moaned out his name with a sigh. He moved his hands from my wrists and placed them down on my hips, steadying me against the table as he moved back, drawing himself out again slowly.

  These two gentle movements were all I got from Vic as he was simply soaking his cock in my wet pussy and stretching me against him before he then clamped my hips down firmly and started pounding me hard. His cock was so swollen and solid that I felt it moving and hitting all the right places in me. He then reached down with one hand and began rubbing my clit, hard and fast. I couldn’t contain my moaning and screamed loudly as he moved, grinding and hammering me mercilessly. “Don’t stop!” I begged.

  His hard slams into my sex rocked my body violently, with a feeling of him getting deeper and deeper with each hard thrust. I had never been fucked like this before, and that’s when I realized that I had never fucked a real man, like him, who knew just how hard to grip me and choke me.

  He was grunting and sweating and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I could feel his cock tensing and his body was stiffening in anticipation of the orgasm building in him.

  “Vic, I’m going to come, please, don’t stop.” I whimpered under him.

  His moans grew louder, like an animal in fight. He massaged my clit in firm circles as he pounded his was to his own hot thick climax. I reached the point of bliss and threw my head back in ecstasy, my legs shook, my breath caught in my throat and my pussy tightened against his cock. Moaning and screaming out his name, I gripped his back, pulling his cock deep into me as I grinded out my orgasm against him. I was once again slammed back down on the table as Vic closed his eyes and filled me with his hot load. I felt him pulse and come inside me, as he moaned and rocked, letting the final waves of pleasure wash over us both.

  Lying under Vic, who had now crumpled on top of me, I tried to catch my breath as Vic laughed and said “Can this be my new regular order?”

  “Anytime you want. It’s on the house.” I smiled, as beads of sweat ran down my face.

  Two Girls One Bed

  Cassie huffed as she pulled her suitcase into the hotel lobby. Strutting up to the reception desk she tucked a lose piece of hair behind her ear. The receptionist who was a slim woman with mousy blond hair was busy typing on her computer. Cassie waited quietly, but when the women after two minutes had yet to still acknowledge her presence, Cassie was starting to get annoyed. In an attempt to get the receptionist attention, she drummed her fingers on the desk and when that did not work, she began to cough loudly.

  Eventually the women looked up and smiled, asking “How can I help you?” Cassie sensing a note of sarcasm in her tone decided to ignore it as it had been a hell of a journey and she just wanted to rest, putting the receptionist in her place could wait.

  Managing to half smile back at the receptionist, she said “I’m Cassie Hainsworth. I have a booking for the weekend”. The receptionist typed away on her computer, then stopped while staring at the screen for a moment. The computer made a sound. The sound was unknown to Cassie but she knew by the sound of it that it was not a good sound.

  The receptionist looked back to Cassie and still smiling. “It doesn’t appear that you have a reservation here.”

  Hearing the receptionist tell her this was too much for Cassie’s patience, she leaned in, looking at the receptionist’s name tag. “Look Laura, I just traveled all the way from the west coast and I’m in town for an open day at the University of my Dreams. Do you really think that I would have forgotten to book my room?”

  Laura screwed up her face. Trust me to get the difficult ones. She thought to herself. Laura rechecked Cassie details but got the same response from the computer.

  Laura took a deep breath, not wanting to tell the young girl, who looked like she was going to rip her to pieces, the same thing again. She then had an idea, why not see if there was an empty room that she could put the fiery girl into.

  Laura check the computer and found one, it was the last one in the whole hotel. She needed to act fast before anyone else get to it. Laura managed to do it and gave Cassie her key card for room 234 and wished her to a good day. The next customer in line behind Cassie, was an inch shorter and had long thick brunette hair and full lips. She took the step forward to the desk and excitedly stated that she had a booking for room 234. Cassie, still in ear shot of the desk, turned one hundred and eighty degrees on her heels and faced the woman. “That’s my room.”

  Laura smiled at the girl and said “You must be mistaken, that room is taken”. The girl turned her phone to show Laura the screen which read Jasmine Hendrick we would like to confirm you’ve online booking of room 234. The girl pointed a finger to herself and said “Jasmin Hendrick, that’s me and it clearly states room 234.”

  Laura could not believe it, that damn online booking system. Why couldn’t it synchronize to the live system that they use, rather than updating every few minutes. She quickly searched the system but she already knew that there were no other rooms available. Cassie and Jasmine exchanged looks at each other as Laura looked stalled for more time. Somehow, they both had a feeling what she was going to say. Cassie face flash red with angry upon hearing the news whereas Jasmine seemed deflated.

  Feeling her blood rush with anger, Cassie stomped up to the desk and demands to know what happens now! Laura took a step backwards, even though there was a desk between them, she still felt intimated by Cassie actions. After a second she stated that one of them could back next week free of charge. This was met immediately with a resounding No from both of them as they were in town for the same event.

  “The only other thing is that you could share a room” Laura said sheepishly. Jasmine and Cassie looked at each other, Jasmine admitted that it looked like the only way.

  “Fine!” Cassie shouted back in response. Laura gave Jasmine a key card and breathed a sigh of relief as both girls left the lobby heading for the elevator.

  The elevator thankfully did not take long to come. Stepping inside the elevator the girls remained silent, with a bit of awkwardness present in the air. Cassie was filled with anger, she couldn’t believe that the hotel had messed up her booking, whereas Jasmine was just wishing that Cassie was not the sort of person that murders people in their sleep.

  They soon found the room and Cassie opened the door and stormed in, placing her suitcase on the bed. Jasmine, a little more timid, entered a step or two behind her and also placed her suitcase on the bed. Cassie turned, locking her eyes firmly on Jasmine, and scoffed.

  Jasmine stood still like a rock, feeling really uncomfortable, especially as Cassie gave her that nasty look. Cassie broke her stare on Jasmine as she moved towards the bed, picked up Jasmine suitcase and passed it to Jasmine. “What the hell do you think you are doing? This is my room. You are just crashing here till the morning. You got me?”

  Jasmine took hold of her suitcase in her arms and stood motionless. After a moment, she spoke “But where am I meant to sleep?” she asked. Walking into the bathroom and waving her hand, Cassie shouted. “The floor, the hallway, it makes no difference to me, as long as it’s not the bed”.

  Jasmine sat in the small chair that was by the dressing room and hugged her suitcase. She felt like crying, her stay in this city was turning out to be a disaster. Buzz. Buzz. Jasmine reached for her phone and flipped it open and saw that it was a text. The text was from her Mother. Her mother was just as excited as her was about the universi
ty. Where jasmine came from, a rural small town in the north, a life in the city was an instant ticket to success.

  The text read, Hey Jas, hope you are well, good luck with the university open days. Stay strong, okay? The message was enough for Jasmine to find her inner confidence. She placed her suitcase on the floor, stood, straightened her clothes and placed her best foot forward. She stomped straight into the bathroom. As she entered, Cassie was washing her face in the sink, unaware of jasmine and her new found confidence.

  Jasmine stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath and committed herself to go through with it as it was now or never. “Look here misses; we both are booked for this room. That means that I have as much right to be here in this room as you do. Furthermore, it damn well means I got an equal stake in the bed. If you don’t like that then you can just leave, you bitch!” Jasmine shouted at her.

  Jasmine lowered her finger, unaware that she was pointing, she also became aware that her chest was heaving. In addition, her heart was beating heavily inside her chest. Cassie straighten herself and turned towards Jasmine while wiping her face with a towel.

  “Bitch? That’s really the best you could come up with” Cassie asked.

  “Yes.” Jasmine replied in the firmest voice that she could muster.

  “Well what do you know, you do have some guts. Fine, but I decide which side of the bed I get.” Cassie said, before walking pass Jasmine back into the room.

  “Don’t be a bitch to me or else I really will get mad” Jasmine responded, trying her best to believe her own words.

  Cassie looked at her then shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever. I think I will have this side” She placed her suitcase on the side of the bed closest to the widow, unlocked it and flipped it open. Cassie looked up to find that Jasmine was still standing there watching her. “Is there a problem?”