Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  Emily settled herself down onto Sam’s lap with her legs open wide, grinding her hips against him as they continued to make out, moaning softly and letting their hands wander over each other’s near naked bodies. Sam’s hands came up and unclipped Emily’s bra, letting her large boobs spring free. I couldn’t get a good enough look, I kind of wanted to see her naked now, so I moved a little round the presentation table and stood to the side watching them.

  They didn’t even notice me, and I got more annoyed that they were acting like I wasn’t even in the room. Sam picked Emily up and laid her down on the table in front of me, slipping her panties off and opening up her legs, setting her feet wide at the edges of the table so she could steady herself. Now that I got a good look at Emily, I felt seriously turned on. She had dark pink nipples that were hard sitting upright on her large yet perky tits, her toned stomach lead down before her curvy hips and ass made her flare back out again. My eyes settled on her brown little landing strip, as she shifted and moved her hips, beckoning Sam with her body to come closer and fuck her.

  I couldn’t stop myself from briefly imagining going between those goddess thighs and burying my face in her hot little pussy and again, I felt myself getting even wetter. Before I could dwell much longer on my personal daydream with Emily, Sam had moved forward, completely naked himself now, and stood before Emily with his hard cock in his left hand. His cock was huge and thick, the veins along the shaft enhanced the look of how solid he was and the pink tip sat forward looking hungry and greedy, ready to fuck Emily.

  Sam leaned himself forward, balancing himself by placing one hand on Emily’s hips and using the other to steady his cock as he ran the sensitive tip along her, basking in her wetness and lubing up his cock, preparing to slam into her and pound her hard. Emily moaned a little and pleaded for Sam to stop teasing her and just give it to her. She was being such a slut and I couldn’t even believe it. I was the good girl here, I was the one who was right for the job.

  Sam smiled at how badly she was craving him and, in one swift move, had forced his way inside her fully. He rested for a moment, deep inside Emily, right up against her, and instead of pulling out began to grind his hips in circular motions and used his right hand to rub against her clit. She started moaning louder and wincing her eyes closed. She must have been aware that she couldn’t be too loud as she then bit down hard on her bottom lip as Sam continued to massage inside her pussy with his cock and stroke her clit faster.

  This wasn’t fair at all. Here I was watching Sam pleasing Emily, giving her the time of her life and what seemed to be absolute pleasure, making moves on her that I had only ever dreamed of him making on me and I was left here stood alone?! I was the right girl for this job! The jealousy bubbled over in me, mixed with my brazen horniness and shock at what was happening before I stomped over to Sam and gripped him by the shoulders.

  “Sam, what is this?!” I questioned “Why are you giving this to Emily when you know I’m the girl for the job! This is ridiculous and extremely unfair.” I tried to reason with him.

  “Awh Katie, are you jealous,” Sam mused “don’t tell me you’re getting all worked up and feeling left out just because Emily is getting my cock first.” He continued teasing.

  Wait, what did he mean first? Had he been planning on screwing me all along too? I didn’t have to ponder this for too long because Sam had already pulled out of Emily and was forcing my shirt off me. He pulled my bra off roughly and then whipped my skirt up round my waist. Leaving me in just my panties, my heels and a bunched up pencil skirt.

  “God Katie, I can smell your pussy and how wet you are from here!” He smirked at me, looking at my wet panties. “Just do yourself a favour and take them off huh?” He suggested.

  I was bent down to take off my pants when I felt his big hand slam down on my ass, spanking me hard and making me cry out a little both in surprise and in pain.

  “Shut up, I don’t need to hear you moan.” He said and with that he pulled my head up a little and pressed his cock against my lips, forcing them open and driving himself down my throat. I didn’t have any choice but to take him deep, he was so big and thick I felt like my jaw would lock, and I choked a little, getting teary eyed from the size of his dick sitting far back down my throat. Gagging and letting saliva bubble out of my mouth as he held my hair and thrusted his hips, I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, getting it wetter and stickier.

  I used my hands to stroke and tug on his balls and did my best to please him in the rough deep-throated way that he so clearly craved. It was clear to me now that the one to get this promotion was going to be the one who fucked him the best.

  When Sam had had enough, he pulled my hair back to indicate that I should stop and stood me up on my feet again. My face was wet and there was spit dripping down off my chin from the sloppy blow job I had been giving him. Ordering Emily to move over to the side on the table he pushed me down beside her, having us lay down side by side on top of the presentation desk. Before fucking me straight away like he did with Emily, Sam caught the glistening shine of my dripping wet pussy and chuckled.

  “Well, you look like you’ve been waiting for this moment with me for a while, Katie.” Sam mocked, reaching down and lightly stroking me with his fingers. I couldn’t deny I had fantasied about something similar to this for a long time and so I just nodded my head and sighed outwardly, desperate for Sam to please me more. Instead of continuing with his fingers, he fell to his knees in front of me on the table and for a few unbearable seconds all I felt was his hot breath panting against my pussy. Before long, and without having to plead for him, Sam’s mouth was against my inner thighs and he was kissing his way up to me. His tongue moved in long smooth licking motions and he found his way to my clit, licking and sucking and pleasing me in unimaginable ways. I clamped my hands down on his head and moaned loudly. The feeling and the pressure was perfect, he was incredible, his tongue and his full lips kissed and licked against me in rhythmic movements and I bucked my hips and held him in place, groaning and writhing in pleasure.

  I had completely forgotten about Emily up to this point until suddenly I felt a pair of lips against mine. We shared a hot, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing wildly as I moaned and sighed into her mouth from the pleasure Sam was providing down below. Emily reached down and grabbed hold of my tits and tugged gently on my nipples, I moved my head a little as she was doing this and was able to bite and suck on her neck, leaving her with a satisfactory mark. She pulled back and smiled at me, a seductive and kinky smile indicating that she liked what I was doing for her, I moved my head a little more and positioned myself below her full tits, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, causing blood to rush and her to sigh as she moved her own hands down to Sam’s head and continued guiding him pleasing me. Sam looked up upon hearing two different sets of moans at this stage and smiled when he saw that Emily and I had teamed up and decided to heighten each other’s pleasure.

  Standing up tall, Sam towered over me laying on my back on the table, and beckoned Emily over so she could resume my previous job of sucking his cock. Emily crawled down my body, leaving kisses and wet trails with her tongue as she did and then positioned herself over me to suck on Sam. Her wet pussy was in my face and I could see how turned on and ready she was from after Sam had suddenly stopped fucking her. She had already started sucking greedily on Sam’s cock, I knew this because her body was swaying back and forth repeatedly as her head bobbed up and down taking Sam’s full length in her pretty mouth as she did so. In order to surprise her, I propped myself up slightly on my elbows and opened my mouth, placing it over her whole pussy, licking and sucking on her lips, her wetness, her clit, everything. She moaned and choked briefly on Sam’s cock as the surprise was too much for her, but in a second she was back to her job and grinding her hips on me as she did so. I let my tongue sit fat and wide and wet against her and allowed her to rock and sway against me, moaning and socking Sam the whole time. I gripped her t
its and continued, causing her to speed up, groaning and gripping the table firmly. After a few minutes of letting Emily ride my face like this, her back arched and her hips angled down on my face. Her moans came loud and heavy as her breathing became shallow, letting me know to hold still as she grinded herself through her wet orgasm on my face.

  Her motions came to a halt and Sam pushed her off his cock, telling her that he had had enough of her. He came and lay down this time, ordering me to straddle him and to lower myself onto him, to ride him and he called Emily back over onto his face, wanting to clean up the sweet mess that I had caused Emily to make of herself. I hadn’t taken anything this whole session and even though I was dripping wet, it took me a few moments to lower my tight pussy down onto Sam’s thick cock. Once I had him inside me as deep as I could take, he placed his hands on my hips and motioned for me to bounce up and down, adding a subtle grind to the mix.

  His hands then returned to Emily’s hips and encouraged her to grind on his face, tempting her to try and build for a second orgasm. Emily was facing me and I could see a sly little smirk in her eyes as she moved her hips on Sam’s faced and watched me moving mine against his groin. She leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, causing even more shockwaves of pleasure to run through my body. Sam’s cock filled my tight pussy completely and it felt incredible, moving against every inch of me. I bounced my hips up and down, sliding along the full length of his shaft, letting the small grinding motion at the end tease my G spot and make me shiver with ecstasy.

  The deep kissing with Emily, the sounds of the moans, the powerful thrusting of Sam’s hips, slamming his cock up into me as I bounced and moved and glided up and down was perfect and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. The moaning and sounds were perfect and my orgasm blended in against everyone else’s as we cried and sighed and groaned, all grinding and coming together. Emily, dripping her juices down onto Sam’s chin, me crying out and greedily bouncing hard on Sam and Sam himself as his hot cum shot up into me and filled me up warm and wetter than ever.

  Once we had all settled and managed to catch our breath back, we lay in a heap on the table, limbs and naked sweaty bodies tangled. Emily and I continued lazily kissing and Sam rose and stood for a final time above us, slipping his shirt and trousers back on.

  “I really don’t know what to say ladies,” he started “this has been a very successful interview and there was originally only one position available for the promotion.” This sounded hopeful. “I simply can’t choose,” he added. “I want you both to wash up and go home, be ready to come back next Monday, both of you are my new right hand girls.” He finished, walking out the door and turning only at the very end to wink at us cheekily before striding out of sight.

  I Love Dark Chocolate

  The rain drops ran down the window of the bus, turning the outside world into a blurry mess. The bus driver braked suddenly pushing me forward, then he accelerated again, pushing back. Before I could shout what an idiot he was, an elderly woman, couple rows ahead of me, did it for me.

  “Sorry, ma’am,” was his reply.

  I eased into the hard chair, trying to relax, forgetting all about my annoying boss and coworkers who were a pain in the ass. I swear their only purpose in life was to make my life harder. I wonder if after I leave in the evenings, they all have a meeting on how to make my life a fucking hell. I know, it was a bit far-fetched. But when you have been through what I’d been through, those things seem really possible.

  I didn’t mind the ride home every night. The route that I travel on was pretty much always empty, allowing me to think, reflect and occasionally sleep.

  Kate was here scribbled on the seat in front of me. Well, that’s vandalism, Kate.

  The light over my head kept flickering, which bothered me, and reminded me of my coworkers. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, a little nap could help.

  The bus jerked again, stopping to pick someone up. A man, a dark chocolate man, with big arms and bulging chest. I imagined him in a construction uniform, working in the midday heat, drilling and sweating.

  Eat, Sleep, Breathe Gym centered on his t-shirt. Even with a shirt on, his muscle were easily defined. I tried the whole gym thing when everyone was doing it and decided it wasn’t for me. Seeing how sexy that man looked, maybe I would reconsider.

  He walked, his eyes scrolling the empty seats, and there were many. The elderly woman spun her head and watched as he headed to the back where I was. Normally I would get annoyed when someone skipped all the empty seat and choose to seat beside me, but in this case, I’d make an exception for his fine ass. He was welcomed.

  He sat in the seat in front mine, drinking from his water bottle and looking out the window. I looked out the window, still raining, car lights flashing by.

  He noticed the light flickering over our heads, he turned and looked at me, wanting an explanation. I shrugged, and laughed, only because his puzzled look, probably thinking the bus was haunted. I used the brief moment to open a dialog.

  “Nice shirt,’ I said, followed by a smile.

  “Do you gym?”

  “I tried once but it was too hard.”

  He chuckled, “It gets easier, I promise. Starting out is always hard, it’s more of a mental thing than physical.”

  “Trust me, it was pretty physical.”

  “Start with a simple workout plan, then adjust it as you start to get into the rhythm of the lifestyle. A personal trainer could help a lot too.” He took a card from his bag and handed it to me. “Call me if you need one.”

  I looked at the card. “Will do, Anthony. I’m Diane by the way,” I reached my hand over and his strong hand firmly shook mine, maybe more firm than he intended.

  He got up from his seat and sat beside me. The first thing I noticed was his cologne, a smell that I couldn’t quite describe. It was pulling me towards him, wanting to bury my face in his chest.

  The second thing I noticed were the tattoos on his arm, an angry dragon circling his arm and the words beneath it; I came. I saw. I conquered.

  I giggled to his every word like a silly school girl. I just wanted to slap myself. “So, Anthony, it must get all the ladies being a personal trainer and looking the way you do.”

  He made a deep laugh. His shirt desperately tried to contain all of his muscle. “This job has it’s perks, but trust me, I’m hundred percent professional.”

  “That’s a bummer. I’d want you to flirt with me if you were my personal trainer.”

  “Well, who knows. After wards we could grab a couple drinks, see where things go.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  He gave me a really cute smile. “Definitely.”

  I hope he didn’t notice my red cheeks.

  “You ever been with a guy like me before?”

  “Do you mean a sexy guy or a black guy.”

  “Both.”

  “I love black men. I’ve been with a few but non as sexy as you—did I just say that? I’m sorry.”

  He rested his hand on my hand for a brief moment. “It’s fine. I get that few times.”

  “All the girls love you, uh?”

  “I’m not going to bullshit you, I get some advances from attractive ladies such as yourself.”

  I giggled like a fool. “You’re going to make me blush.”

  He gave my cheek a light pinch.

  The bus stopped again, the elderly lady took her time getting off at her stop. Only the driver, Anthony and I remained.

  “I’m curious, what’s sex like with a guy like you.”

  “I don’t think that’s something I could answer—”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “—you’d have to find out for yourself.”

  A silence fell before us. I felt the wetness soaking in my panties. My heart skipping, as if it forgot how to function. I breathed. Picking my next words carefully.

  “I guess I’ll have to find out.”

  The flickering light over our heads finally gave out, leavin
g us in the shadows. My heart was beating faster, drumming my on chest plate, so loud that I wonder if he could hear it.

  “Do you want us to go sit at the front?” he asked.

  “No. Let’s stay here.” I think he knew what that meant. He knew why I would prefer to stay in the dark with him. Why I would need privacy for what I was about to do.

  I’ve never been a brave girl when It came to men. I never text first. I never call first. I always waited until the guy made the first move. Now that I had a hot strong black chocolate man beside me, hinting at sex, in the dark, I was not going to let this slip by. Between my legs was a mess with juice. In my head was also a mess, deciding if I should or should not.

  I leaned over and kisses his neck, sucking on it and biting. He didn’t stop me, so my lips moved across his smooth dark skin, kissing the lower ear, then the temple, then a soft whisper in his ear, “I love black cock.”

  That drew a grin on face. My hand trailed over the bulge of his gym shorts, filling my open palm. Its size scared me and intrigued me. He seemed to be a different species of black men. Black men always had big cocks, but I had a feeling his was like no other, a grand beast, and my imagination ran wild…but not for long.

  We had enough of the politeness, or fear of being seen. In about twenty minutes the bus would reach its final stop. I was going to let those minutes count.

  First, I did what I was dying to do. I pressed my face against his hard chest, biting, inhaling his mystifying cologne, trying to come up with a proper description for it.

  He kissed me deeply, his hand squeezing my breasts. Soft moans escaped my lips and I fear the driver might notice. The shadows concealed us, but it didn’t stop our moans from traveling, and I came to the suspicion that the driver knew, but just didn’t care.

  I unbuttoned and let my breasts free. Immediately, Anthony’s tongue was there to lick and flick my erect nipple. His lips moved to my mouth again, passionate sloppy kisses that made me hornier than ever.