by Mia Moore
Well, damn it, I had been more like that than she ever was back home!
Wasn’t I?
But if that was the case, then why was Colin just the latest in the series of losers I had gotten tangled up with all my life? Was my standard for lovers set low because that was all I deserved? I was always willing to wait around for my boyfriend to call me, or stop by, or whatever. No, I was never a total doormat, but I always avoided putting demands on them. Why the hell was that?
Because they were the best I could do. Really good guys aren’t interested in a fat broad like me. Guys with a good job, a good head on their shoulders, who are good looking… those guys have never wanted anything to do with me. It was always guys with a drinking problem, or employment problems, or money problems or… hell guys with ‘problems’ that I felt attracted to!
Because they were fucked up assholes like me. Or in worse shape. How many of my ‘boyfriends’ lived with their parents at 30 years of age? Too damn many, that’s how many. And in just about every case, when I got sick and tired of their bullshit, their problems, I dumped them. Colin was just the last in a line. A too long line.
I glanced over at Steve, wondering what’s his problem that he’s attracted to me.
Wait a damn minute!
Maybe he’s just attracted. Sure, I reminded him of his former wife, but can’t that just be an indication of his taste in women?
Whoa, Jess. This is different.
This could really, really hurt if it doesn’t work out.
I chewed on that for a bit, and then looked over at Steve-O driving. His nose was perfect, not too big, not too small. It fit his face just right. It beats the hell out of me, but a guy’s nose is a feature that if I don’t find it attractive, I’m not interested. He was watching the road as he shifted up and down, navigating the turns as we descended from the hills. His face was pretty smooth, with the exception of the laugh lines around his eyes. God knows he’d good looking enough.
And he thinks I am too. I nodded to myself again. Because for now, that’s enough.
He caught me checking him out and glanced back to me.
“Like what you see, Jessy?”
“Yeah… yeah I do.” I half turned in the bench seat facing him. I started playing with my hair. “How about you?”
As we pulled out from the mountain road onto the main highway back to Negril, he licked his lower lip. “I’d like to see more.”
“Oh really?” I hitched over so I had one foot now up on the bench seat and the other resting on the floorboard, spreading my legs. “Something like this?” I began to stroke my thigh, my hand gliding over the fabric of my Bermuda shorts and down to my knee.
He pivoted his head towards me. I glanced up the road. Traffic was light. “I like watching you touch yourself.” Looking back to him I could see a bulge begin in his crotch. I reached over and stroked him through the fabric. Yep, he had a chubby. When I touched him, his hips clenched. Reclining back again, I began to rub myself.
It felt nice, and I kept doing it, feeling the response from my clit deepen. “What are you thinking right now?” I asked.
“I’m thinking how badly I want to fuck you.”
I closed my eyes, still rubbing myself. “How?”
He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I’m not going to say a word.”
“Then step on it Steve-O.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The rest of the trip back I rubbed myself with my eyes closed, telling him about my encounter with Carrie, and then with Frank. I had a series of small orgasms. They were like appetizers, whetting my desire for more.
Chapter 7: Ohhhh ‘Daddy!’
As soon as I opened the door to my suite, he grabbed me by the arm. Hard.
He looked into my eyes. “I think you need to know that I haven’t had sex in years, Jessy. It’s going to be rough.”
I clutched his crotch. “I can take it. Can you dish it out Big Boy?”
With a growl, he swept me off my feet and pushed through the door, kicking it closed behind him. He carried me like I was a doll. I let out a squeal of delight, surprise and a little fear as I hugged him around the neck. I had never, ever been carried across a threshold, or to a bed before in my life.
We didn’t make love. We tore at each other like savages at their last meal.
When he got to the bed he dropped me on it. Before I could sit up, or do anything, he clambered on top of me, straddling me. He took my hair in his fists and bending over, covered my mouth with his. I opened mine wide, and his tongue filled my mouth. He swabbed my mouth, tilting his head to the side a bit to gain as deep as access as he could. I sucked back on his face, sliding and lashing with my own tongue. A tiny runnel of wetness escaped out of the corner of my lips, running down my chin.
At the same time, his hands were clawing at my blouse, struggling to unbutton it. I reached up between us, and ripped it open, buttons pinging on the tiled floor. He pulled his mouth off mine and looked at me. His eyes opened wide when I did that. “You really want it to baby… that’s good.” His voice was guttural.
I decided to give it a shot. I squirmed my hips up into him. “Pleeease Daddy!”
The effect of that phrase was like a cattle prod. His head jerked back, eyes open wide and he inhaled sharply. “Oh shit, that’s hot, Jessy.”
I thought so. I threw our age difference on the table and made it something erotic. And, to be truthful, saying it and seeing his response enflamed me. I squirmed my hips again into his. “Oh Daddy!” I gasped.
He dropped his head into my cleavage, chewing and licking at the exposed flesh. “You’re going to be a good slutty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes Daddy!” I began to work at his pants. I had never did a ‘Daddy’ thing before in my life, but the fact he was more than ten years older—shit, thirteen —made this hot. A jolt went right to my pussy when I said it, and the response from him was tectonic. I popped the button on his pants and ripped his fly down. He moved off of me, and tore them off to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his golf shirt over his head.
I gasped. Oh fuck he was rock hard already! What I saw at the hot tub last night was only the coming attractions. He had a thick mushroom head on the end of his cock, and I wanted that in my mouth and up inside my pussy with an ache. I sat up, pulled at the remnants of my blouse, wriggled out of my bra freeing the girls, and pulled my shorts and panties off in one movement.
Naked now, I put my hands behind my head, splaying my hair into a halo behind me as I lay back down. Hiking my feet up on the bed, I spread my knees.
“Do me Daddy!” I gasped. Oh, I wanted him.
He fell on me like a falling tree. He knelt between my knees and hooked his hands under them. With a yank he pulled me towards that beautiful shaft.
“Do I need a rubber?” he hissed.
“No. I’m on the pill and everyone before you has used one.”
I hiked up onto my elbows to watch. Gathering himself up to my pussy, he put his fist around the base of his cock and began to rap it against my clit. Each thwack sent a shiver through me.
“I’m going to spank the inside of your cunt with this, Jessy. I’m going to spank your pussy.” Each word out of his mouth was punctuated by his knob bouncing off my clit.
I whimpered. I actually fucking whimpered. “Yes!” was all I could get out.
He licked his fingers and wet the head of his cock. He nestled himself up to me until it was right at the edge of my slit.
“Put me in you,” he said. “I want to watch you fill your cunt with my cock.”
I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I could barely get my fingers around it. His knob was purple-red. I grazed it up and down my slit, pushing it against my clit and began to fit it inside.
Oh fuck he was big. It wasn’t too long, but it was a thick one. I had to shift my hips, and for only the second time in my life, I felt a burn as he stretched me out, filling me up. I let out a small ‘U
ngh’ as I strained to accept his size.
“You okay?” he said. “Am I too big?”
“Not… yet…” I grunted back. “Give me a minute…”
He pulled back a little, both of us gasping. He then pushed back in, paused and withdrew again. Each time he pulled back, I could only want him to return. He established a slow rhythm, cramming me full and emptying me. I dropped my knees; legs stretched out on the bed and threw my arms above my head in surrender. I started to rotate my hips upward to meet his downward thrusts. Oh god, it was so good… I clenched my eyes shut, savoring the full sensation within.
His arms were outstretched on either side of my head. I turned my head into his wrist and began sucking on it. If we were vampires, I would have bit through his flesh and drank him full into my belly, as he was filling me below my belly.
With a shove of his arms, he raised himself up above me. Leaning back, he hooked his arms under my knees and lifted them, folding them back to my shoulders. Uh fucking oh, I thought. This was going to be deep. He slowed his frantic pace now, sliding his length deeper and deeper into me.
“Tell me when it’s too much,” he said.
My eyes still shut, I nodded, clenching my mouth tightly. I was going to take it all, if he split me in two, I didn’t care.
Until he bottomed out. I couldn’t help it, but my eyes flew open, and my mouth opened, and I let out an ‘OW!’. He immediately pulled back a little.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. It was a surprise. Fuck you’re big.”
“Too big?” He was still fucking me with a gentler rhythm.
I kept my eyes closed. “No, Daddy. Special Big.” I twisted my hips. “Give it to me again. Give me more…” I bit my lower lip, praying I could take it all.
Relentlessly, he pushed into me again. This time though, when he was fully inside, icicles of electricity sparked from my pussy. My eyes flew open. “Oh yeah! That’s it!”
“Right there?”
He pulled out and hit me again. Frozen voltage exploded in my pussy, radiating outwards. “Yesss! That spot Daddy! Right the fuck there!”
“You. So. Got. It. Baby!” He pummeled that spot at the base of my hole with each word. Each time he filled me, a new jolt of a different color coursed through me.
Reaching over with one hand, he grabbed my wrist and put it between my legs. I began to stroke my clit as he went back to hammering my hole. Oh God… the combined sensations roiled into a ball of blue flame. Ice cold electrical blue flame grew and expanded inside me. An electrified comet was entering the atmosphere, and was headed on a collision course to our bed.
“Oh fuck, I love watching you Baby!” His voice was now harsher. He was almost there too. I felt his cock become even harder. I took my other hand and began to fondle his sack when it was close enough. I squeezed his balls like they were a pair of peeled boiled eggs—not too hard, just enough to encourage his climax. We were breathing and gasping as one.
“You got me baby! You fucking got me!” He let go of my knee again and grabbed me by the neck. “Look at meee!” he snarled.
My eyes flew open and I fell body and soul into his own eyes when the comet crashed and obliterated me.
I didn’t sigh through my orgasm. I didn’t gasp my way through it. I. Screamed. Really. Watching his eyes as he broached his own climax threw me into another dimension, and I screamed. It came out more like a war cry, my throat guttering the noise, but that man fucked me till I screamed.
My hands flew up and I held onto his forearms though the entire experience. My legs clamped around my Daddy’s ass, pulling him as deep into me as I could take, and it wasn’t enough. He could have burst through me, and it still wouldn’t have been enough.
“Yes Jessy! Yes! YES!” He shouted back at me as he filled me with his come. He drew out almost all the way, and shoved halfway back in, two, three, I don’t fucking know how many times. I realized he was letting the tightest part of my pussy milk him, and I bore down on his knob with all my strength. I wanted every drop inside me.
He collapsed onto his elbows above me. His firm abs covered my belly. He ground his hips up into me as I relaxed my own legs back onto the mattress.
“Oh wow, baby,” he gasped. “Holy fuck, wow…” he bent his head down to kiss me again, and this time, he petted my tongue with his own, stroking it gently. I cradled his head with one hand, stroking the back of his scalp.
“What a fucking chimney…” I was blathering, so the hell what? Steve looked at me with a question in his eyes, then just smiled.
“Yeah. A real brick shithouse alright,” he said.
We both laughed.
His abs were pressing into my stomach a bit too much and I wriggled under him a bit. Without taking his eyes from mine, he raised his hips up and clambered off to one side, resting more on my side. He draped one leg over mine, and rested his head in his hand, still looking down on me. With his other hand he began to stroke my stomach.
It felt nice. For the first time, I didn’t flinch, roll over, nor feel self conscious. I just plain liked it. When I realized how I was feeling, I smiled back to him.
“What made you say ‘Daddy’?”
I thought for a few seconds. “I’m not sure. It just felt right. It didn’t seem to weird you out.”
“No. Quite the opposite. It turned me the hell on.” I felt his cock twitch against the swell of my hip.
“Well, you’re more mature than me—”
“You mean ‘older’”.
“Yeah, I guess. But not a shitload older.” I shot him a grin. “Just old enough. But does the age diff bother you?” I wasn’t nervous asking which was a surprise to me.
“No. Actually, it makes it cooler. I have a daughter in her 20’s… so having you be ten years older than her makes it easier for me, to tell the truth.”
“Well, I have a father in his 50’s. I have you pegged in your 40’s?” He nodded. “Good,” I continued. “I’ll admit to father issues right away… my own’s a jerk.”
“And your mother?”
“Dead sixteen years.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. She was great. But after she died, my father and brother became assholes. I moved out when I was 17.”
“How far away did you move? Another city? Another state?”
I shook my head. “No. I grew up in Black Rapids, and that’s where I still live.” I turned my head aside for a second. “But I haven’t seen either of them in eight years.” I looked back up at him. “And that’s fine with me.” I shrugged. “Maybe I have Daddy issues; sure wouldn’t surprise me.” I put my hand on his chest for a moment. “I never called a lover ‘Daddy’ before, if that means anything.”
He smiled gently. “Actually, it does. A lot.” A shadow crossed his face. “Uhh… did your father ever…”
I shook my head. “No. He never laid a hand on me that way, if that’s what you mean. He simply did all he could to let me know how worthless I was.” I looked away for a second and whispered, “Maybe I do need a Daddy figure…”
“Like a mentor?”
“Kinda. Yeah, like a guide.” The idea filled a part of me with warmth. I called him Daddy because I figured older guys got turned on by it. Now it was boomeranging back on me. “But more than that, too. Not a boss, or a parent…”
“Experienced in life?”
“Yeah!” I put my head back a little. “Now listen… I don’t, and I really mean ‘Do Not’ need a guy to take care of me financially, okay?”
“Okay… go on, I’m listening.” He tilted his head at me, looking right in my eyes.
“Exactly! That’s a big part of it! You are listening!”
“It’s not hard. I’m interested in what you say.” He looked off for a second and then back. “Just now, saying that you don’t want a Sugar Daddy, and putting that up front, I respect you for that.” He looked away again, thinking. “You can’t define something with a negative, though.” Looking back at me, he said, “So what else
is there to being a ‘Daddy’?”
I chewed my lip. “You’re making me think right now. That’s part of it too.”
“I’m just asking, but I do know you can figure out an answer.”
“Yeah. You’re helping me be smarter or something.” I snapped my fingers. “Right! You want to help me be the best I can be! That’s a big part of it.”
“Okay… but Jessy, I’m not trying to change you though. I’m nuts about you just the way you are, right here, right now.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Encouragement, but wrapped around acceptance.”
He smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Inside lust.” His hand had wandered over the curve of my stomach down to my mons. With slow circles, he began to massage the top of my clit. My ass cheeks flinched on their own. He pushed a finger up inside me, and drawing it out, he placed it on my mouth.
I sucked his taste and mine, our commingled tastes off his finger. “Do it again, Daddy,” I said. When he brought his finger back up, I sucked it again. At the same time, my own finger went inside me and I put it against his lips. He licked it and took it in his mouth. I could feel his tongue scraping wetly under my fingernail.
“Yum…” he said.
We continued that ritual for a few moments, slurping our combined taste from one another.