Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  Her stiff nipples pressed against my back, her hair tickling my neck and ear. Her hand moving across my breast. I wanted to stop her, yet I didn’t. She leaned her head on my shoulder, her lips on my shoulder blade.

  The men raced into the moon lit lake, and we, begged for them to come back and quit being stupid. But that was what they were, men doing stupid things to boost their egos.

  Every time Jasmine moved, her lips moved along my shoulder blade, sending jolts along my spine. My legs tremble beneath the water, cold? Yes. Also shaking of a burning urge. A mixture of the cold water and a heated sex. Fire and ice.

  The men return from their swim and Dan proved his point, he was the faster swimmer. Jasmine giggled, “boys will be boys.”

  “What you have to say this time?” Dan asked him.

  “I let you win,” Luke gave an adorable smile.

  “Race me,” I teased Luke.

  “Why bother, I’ll win.”

  I swam off and I could hear swimming behind me. I swam into the dark, the moonlight was the only thing to guide us. He caught up and quickly surpassed me. “Give up,” he said.

  “You think you’ve won, but I have you right where I want you.”

  “What you talking about?”

  “I saw you watching Dan fuck me against the wall, you pervert.”

  “Listen i—”

  “Watching your own brother fuck his wife. Hmm. What is it? Did you wish you were fucking me?”

  “No i-i—”

  I put my finger over his lips. I went under water, grabbed his dick and began sucking, giving life to his monster, feeling it expand in my mouth. This was what he wanted. That sneaky pervert. I had thought letting him fuck me right there but Dan would be expecting us. I deep throated his thick cock and I couldn’t help but compare it to Dan’s. It was so fucking meaty that I just wanted to suck on it all night.

  I rose above for air and went back at it, twisting and flicking my tongue on the head then taking it all in. I was certain I could make him cum in no time.

  I fondled his balls while I let him fuck my mouth. I started humming on his hard cock and that was when he shot his warm cum into my mouth. I rose again and let him watch me swallowed his juice and lick my lips. “How do you like that, you lil pervert.”

  He looked at me like I was crazy. He didn’t know the half of it. I grabbed him by the hair and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now,” and swam off.

  ****

  With a hard swing, the axe chopped the wood in half. Luke swung around the axe again and chopped some more wood, like a machine, with no rest or break. I sat under shade and watched him, shirtless with ripped jeans, sweating dripping off his chin and racing through the valley between his bulging abs then it disappeared below his jeans.

  The sun was setting, leaving a beautiful glow on the surface of the lake, on Luke too. The orange hue, turned him into a piece of art, like a greek statue. Candy for the eyes.

  Dan and Jasmine prepared the meal inside. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself but I thought Jasmine was trying to tell me something last night. With her hand around me and her lips pressing on my skin and her laugh—a calm seductive laugh that serenaded my ear. And after that were glimpses, short glimpses that said alot, or maybe I was just imagining things. My hormones had been raging since I arrived, so at these delicate and sensitive moments, I might interpret anything at all as sexual advance. An excuse for me to let loose.

  Luke was watching me from the corner of his eye, I could tell. He probably was wondering what was I up to. Well, you lil pervert, I’m not done with you yet. I had an urge to go over to him and just smell him—not touch—just smell him, a man hard at work, sweating and pumping his muscles.

  My insides were twisting and behaving crazy. My body was angry at me for teasing it, thinking of all the dirty things I want to do without actually doing anything at all. Not yet. I told myself. When the time is right. The timing had to be good, where Jasmine and Dan are distracted long enough to me to make my move on the pervert, my sneaky brother in law.

  My eyes watched the dancing flame, blazing and popping as Dan added more wood to the fire. Jasmine sipped what presumed to be hot chocolate from an old tin mug, clearly belonging to owner’s of the cabin. Without Luke’s sarcasm and tomfoolery, the energy around the fire was low and only a few words were exchanged. Dan, Jasmine and I sat in refreshing silence, reflecting and admiring what nature had to offer.

  Luke was somewhere, walking about or probably inside. I wondered why he didn’t want to join us, and if I was the cause of that.

  ‘Where’s Luke?” I asked Jasmine.

  “He’s inside, sleeping probably. He said he felt tired.”

  He was avoiding me. Maybe I was too hard on him, after all, him watching me did way more to me than it ever could for him. I was discovering things about myself, new boundaries, with a new intense curiosity.

  “I’m going inside to use the bathroom,” I said.

  “Look around you. Everywhere is the bathroom,” Dan said.

  “I may be out into the woods but I’m still civilized, Dan.”

  “I’m just kidding, baby.”

  I kissed him. “I want some hot chocolate too. Be right back.”

  I stepped inside the quiet cabin, listening for any sign of life, of Luke. I checked the kitchen. No Luke. I checked the dining room, bathroom, his room, still no Luke. Maybe I drove him away.

  I heard shuffling. The closer I walked towards my room, the louder it got. I pressed my ear against the door, and I was right, there was definitely someone in my room. I quickly swung the door open and what I saw was both creepy and hilarious.

  Luke with his pants off, one hand pressing my panties on his face, the other hand rubbing his fat cock.

  “You fucking pervert.” My voice flat and stern

  He threw away my panties and did a pathetic attempt to pull up his pants.

  I scoffed. I closed the door behind me and walked slowly towards him. “That’s what you like, uh? Sniffing panties and watching people fuck. You fucking creep.”

  “I’m sorry. Don’t tell Jasmine.”

  I slapped him across the face. Kissed him. Slapped his face again. “Instead of smelling my panties and watching me, why don’t you fuck me like man.” I slapped him again.

  “Stop doing that,” he warned me.

  “Or what? You fucking pervert.” I slapped harder. “What are you going to do?” I slapped at his face but he caught my hand with a firm grip.

  “I said, stop,” he grunted. With powerful force, he pushed me on the bed, nearly hitting my head on the board. He got on top of me and started slapping my face. “How do you like that?” he asked. He started chocking me with one hand, while ripping off my blouse with the next.

  I was leaking between my legs, my sex engulfed in a sudden heat and lust. one hand squeezed around my throat, blocking my air, while the other slithered from my breast to between my legs. His rough fingers rubbing my cunt, wetting in my juice and pressing on my clit.

  “You fucking bitch.”

  I slid off my soaking thong and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed like it was something delectable. Bon appetit.

  I smiled, and immediately he slapped the grin off my face. He took the thong from his mouth and shoved it in mine, letting me taste my juice. I screamed muffled moans as he slid his manly fingers into my tightness, fingering me rough, as if I were no different than the scraps of wood he chopped earlier.

  He spun me over like a child who had misbehaved, rubbed his palm over my ass before letting his heavy hand hammer down on my bottom! I screamed into my wet panties and clench my ass cheeks in anticipation of more spanks.

  Spanks rain down on my soft cheeks, and the pervert laughed, like a maniac, enjoying filling me with pain. I heard his heavy breathing, the exhilarating feeling of turning me into his little slut.

  I wanted him to push it the limits, to inflict more pain, to treat me like a dirty whore. He stung my tender cheeks with mo
re heavy spanks, I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum.

  He probed my asshole with his thumb, pushing his way in, my reflex resisting his foreign finger. I spat out my now saliva filled thong and gasped, the pain made my body tremble and come alive. He took out his thumb, made me suck on it, then placed it back in, further than before.

  To my surprise, my hips writhed on his thumb, taking it all in my ass, and I was left with a sense of disappointment, for I wanted more than a thumb length in my ass. I wanted something that could stretch it and slide in deep.

  I buried my face in the sheets, letting him take full control of my body. I felt my cheeks spread open, his hot breath breathing on my clit, my juice running from my sex, bead of sweat rolling down my forehead, my toes curling to his every touch.

  His tongue swiveled into my sex, kissing the lips of my puffy pussy, his beard tickling my clit. I arched my back, all of my goodness into his face. He took it as a challenge. The filthy beast ate like there was no tomorrow, burying his head in, licking up everything and sucking on my clit. “Fuck yes!” I screamed as I was cumming so hard. I squirted heavily and his face was there to lick up everything.

  My thighs felt numb and feeble, on the brink of collapsing.

  Suddenly, I felt something wrapped around my neck. My bra, and on the other end, Luke pulling. “You like that uh? Pervert.” He pulled harder, with a mischievous grin that meant keep talking and I’ll pull harder. Or that was what I thought it meant, because I was behaving like a good girl and he still pulled harder.

  I felt his head knocking at my back door. My asshole wincing at him. He smiled. He pulled me like a dog on leash—like a bitch on a leash, pulling my head to his cock. I sucked on it, lubricating every inch. Wishing it could just rest in my mouth a bit more.

  He pushed my head away, tugged on my leash for me to arch, my ass high and his for the taking. “AHHHHHH” I emptied my lungs. Luke’s fat cock slides into my tight asshole. “Stretch my asshole, master.’ I heard myself say. It just spilled out, and I liked saying it. “Master. Hmmm,” I moaned.

  “You’ve got a nice little pink asshole,” he said to me.

  “It’s yours master. Do whatever you want with it.”

  My ass gave him resistance, but master went slowly, letting my body adjust to his big dick.

  He moaned, “your asshole is tight.” He grabbed my ass cheeks tight and pushed deeper into my forbidden hole. My mouth hanging slackly open as i tried to steady my ragged breathing.

  “Masterrr! Oh my God!” His thick cock was all the way in, stuffing me completely. “Fuck my ass, master.”

  “Sure your little asshole can take it?” he asked.

  “Give it all to me,” I moaned. My senses were overloading with pleasure, Luke’s badboy was the drug, and I needed more. I needed it all.

  Master started slapping against my ass cheek, pushing all the way in my asshole. Thrusting hard and vigorously, stretching me, driving me wild. He pulled his cock out and admired my gape, smiling, “that’s a good girl.”

  “Are you pleased, master?”

  He filled my ass up again and started hammering into my hole. “Master,” I whimpered. His badboy sliding in and out. “May you please cum in my ass, master?”

  “Shut up. Put that thong back in your mouth.” I did as he commanded and stuff my mouth with my thong.

  He jerked my body and my soul, a thrilling buzz lingering in my body, waiting to ignite. I felt him tensing, heard his battle cry, inhaled his intoxication, tasted him. It started with a trickle, then the wave hit, and I was squirting everywhere. Master grunted and his cock cummed deep into my tight little ass, and still he continued to fuck me, giving me orgasm after orgasm.

  Master grip loosened and my bra fell from neck. He grabbed me by the hair, the tables have turned and it was he who was ordering me. “Your asshole is mine, you understand?”

  I shook my head.

  He slapped me. “Answer me.”

  “Yes master, this asshole is yours and yours only. Not even my husband, your brother, can fuck my asshole.”

  He patted my cheeks like a dog. “Good girl.”

  He took his things and left, taking my thong with him. My naked sweaty body laid on the bed, tired, breathing heavily, cum dripping out my stretch ass.

  “Baby?!” Dan shouted.

  I quickly rushed to the bathroom and got in the shower. “In here baby. I’m taking a shower.”

  Dan opened the door. “You alright?”

  “Yeah,” I smiled, “I’ve never been better.”

  As I washed off in the shower, a deep feeling of longing fell over me. I had already missed master’s cock in my ass already. It was my drug. I needed him. I needed more. Then a harsh realization came out of nowhere.

  My brother in law fucked me in the ass.

  I closed my eyes and reminisced.

  My Black Father in Law

  I was in town to meet my husband's parents for the first time. Our wedding was an impulsive one in Vegas. Long story. He told me so much about them and they sounded like warm and loving people. As with meeting your significant other's parents for the first time, it was okay to be nervous, but what made me even more scared of meeting them was the thought of them not accepting me.

  I'm a white, brunette with bright hazel eyes while my boyfriend is built with dark chocolate skin. He told me not to worry. Yeah right. First impressions are always the most important.

  Omar was waiting for me at the motel. We were going to spend a night together before going over his parents. I was already soaking in anticipation of what he was going to do to me when I arrive. Between my legs was a mess, sticky and desperately needed tending to. I pressed the gas on the long dark stretch of the road. I was eager to be in his arms, firmly gripping me with his strong hands.

  I sank my foot on the pedal. Warm juice run down my thighs. My horniness is almost unbearable. I'm coming Omar. Your baby is coming.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, blue and red light flashed in my rear view mirror followed a loud siren.

  Shit.

  "Pull over," a voice said from a microphone.

  I slammed the steering wheel out of frustration and proceeded to pull over to the side of the road. Okay. Get it together. You can get through this. I looked in the rear view mirror and checked my face and make up.

  Getting a ticket is not an option. Things aren't great financially at the moment and this would sink us.

  I heard steps approaching the car from behind. A man, looked about six feet, dark skinned and a firm body I might add. He knocked on window and I rolled it down.

  "Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?" His voice was low, like he was a past jazz singer. I couldn't see his face properly. Outside was too dark and he was blinding me with his flash light, looking intently on my face. He probably thought I was drunk.

  "I don't know. Was i over the speed limit?" I tried to play dumb.

  "Ma'am you were going seventy miles per hour and the limit is fifty."

  I put on my best apologetic face. "I'm so sorry officer. I didn't realize." As I adjusted to the light being shined in my face, his physique and his facial features became clearer. Sharp jawline with a bit of scruffy beard. He definitely pumped weight. The sleeves of shirt were screaming for room, and I suspect if he flexed his arm the sleeves would rip. He was older and bulkier than Omar. I'd like to see what's behind that uniform.

  "I'm going to have to write you a ticket. Could I see your driver's—

  "

  "Please don't. Please? I can't afford one right now."

  "Then you shouldn't have been speedin' ma'am," he said, unaffected by my plea.

  My legs were weak from being horny but I managed to get out the car and stand. "I'm begging you."

  "I will not ask again. May I see your driver's license and registration?"

  Desperate times meant desperate measures. I dropped on my knees and grabbed his crotch.

  "Excuse me, but have you lost your damn mind?"

 
I wasted no time unzipping his pants and taking his bad boy out. He gripped my hair in attempt to push me off him, but once my tongue touched the tip of his cock, he was pulling my head deeper.

  His dick rose and came to life into my mouth. It grew into a monster, stretching the lining of my mouth. I slipped one hand between my thighs to calm my raging clit and one hand trying to control his beast. I took it all in, chocking myself on this bad boy.

  "Yeah, that's it," he said, followed a low moan.

  "You like that, officer?"

  "Mmhm."

  I gave his dick a long lick along the shaft. "What else can I do for you, officer?"

  "I think it’s a crime to suck on this dick but leave the balls unattended."

  I giggled. "As you wish, officer."

  I unbuckled his pants and did exactly what he wanted. I took his balls into my mouth, massaging the sack. There I was, on the side of the road, on my knees, sucking on this black officer's balls. And I loving every minute.

  This was insane. What the hell was I thinking? Or maybe that's the point, I wasn't thinking. I was just doing what needed to be done, and enjoying doing it in the process.

  My sex was begging to be penetrated so much that it was driving me insane. I couldn't contain it any longer. "Fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me, officer!" I said again, louder.

  "You a wild one, huh?"

  "You don't know the half of it."

  "You sure you can take black cock?" he underestimated me.

  "I've been taking black cock a looong time, officer." I slid down my sticky panties and pull up my skirt. Without any warning, he lifted me and rest me on the hood of my car. He spread my legs open and slid his dick into the warm wetness. It was a tight fit. His damn cock was so fucking huge.

  "Hmmmm. Yes Officer, just like that." God I wanted to rip off the rest of his uniform and let him take me properly. Kissing on that hard chest.

  He worked in me slowly then picked up pace. His bad boy grinding in my sex. Pleasurable moans escape my lips. He definitely was experienced in pleasing a woman. He was working his cock so good inside my body. And I knew my sex was slobbering his manhood with wetness.