by Scott, Gigi
He doesn’t answer me, but turns me around and bends me over on the edge of the bed. He lifts my buttock and smacks my cheek. “This is what I mean, you saucy little minx.”
“You’re spanking me!” I scream even though it hardly hurts. “You can’t do it. My dad never even does it.”
“It’s why you’re spoiled,” he says. I can hear laughter in his voice. He’s enjoying it. Damn.
I’ll tease him back. I spread my legs and slide my hand between myself and the bed, and I stroke my lips as Derek continues to swat my butt. I’m wet again, excited by the novel activity I’m experiencing.
I moan as streams of juice gushing out of me and drip down my thighs.
“Holy fuck, Sara, you are so naughty! What the hell am I going to do with you?” Derek stops spanking and grabs my hand.
“Please, I’m close. I want to come!” I beg.
“No, little girl. You do as I say,” he says in a stern voice, turning me around to face him. “Because I will claim you!”
I shiver. He is serious. “Go ahead,” I say.
“Just a minute. Let me make it clear, Sara. Once I popped your cherry, you would be mine, understand? And you could never flirt with any other guys!”
I nod quickly. “Yes, Derek. I’ll be yours and yours only. I don’t care for other guys.”
“I’m serious, Sara. Let me be honest. You aren’t just any woman. You’re special to me. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always done everything you asked me to, haven’t I?”
“Yes, you have,” I whisper, bewildered by his confession. “Thanks.”
“What I’m saying is, Sara, if I claimed you, you would be my woman, my wife, the mother of my children. Understand?”
My mouth opens as I process his demand, and I grin. “Yes, yes! Derek! Put your seed in me. I want your babies!”
Tension leaves his face right away, and he smiles. “God! Sara, you’re making me the happiest man on earth.”
“What’re you waiting for, then? Fuck me!”
His eyes smolder, and he pushes me onto the bed. “You’ve got it, you naughty girl!”
He then pulls his shirt off, and while I ogle his beautiful torso, he drops his shorts and his briefs, standing in front of me stark naked. “You like what you see, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, swallowing as my eyes fix on his massive cock. It’s so long and straight and thick. I can’t believe I had it in my mouth earlier. I can’t wait to have it inside my aching pussy.
He strokes it with his hand. “I’m gonna break into your greedy cunt soon and make you mine. Are you ready?”
“Yes, please. Do it now!” I say, spreading my legs wide to welcome him.
He straddles on top of me with one swift motion, his cock nudging against my folds. He slides it up and down, teasing me a bit, before pushing it in slowly.
A shock of pleasure ripples through my walls, and I moan. “Deeper, please!”
He chuckles. “Patience, princess. It’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you. You have to get used to my cock little by little. Once you’re ready, I’m gonna fuck you senseless. Got it?”
“Okay,” I say, trying to be patient.
Derek gives me a few more shallow thrusts, stopping at my hymen, and then he says, “Here we go, sweetheart.”
I feel a piercing pain and scream. My walls clench, rejecting him. He stops right away. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, forcing myself to relax. “Don’t stop.”
He thrusts again, slowly but deeper.
My walls stretch to their limits to encompass his enormous cock, every nerve-ending in me screams with pleasure. “Oh, Derek. I love this. I want more. Faster and deeper.”
He groans at my command. “Jeez, Sara. You little greedy cunt.”
But he gives what I ask him for. He plunges into me deep and fast, without mercy now. I moan louder and louder, being the slutty girl that he likes.
I wrap my legs around his waist to give him better access, to take more of him. His balls slap against my thighs as he thrusts, and the tip of his cock hits the end of my cunt.
“Is it deep enough? My little needy pussy?” Derek whispers into my ear while ramming into my walls.
“Mmm, yes. I love it. Don’t stop!”
He grunts, pulls out his dick up to the neck, and plunges back in with force.
“Oh, God! Yes. Yes!”
Derek is breathing heavily and his face is so red, eyes so fierce that I can hardly recognize him. He’s so feral in bed. Imagine being with him for the rest of my life excites me so much that I raise my hips high to match his thrusts.
When he explodes, my pussy pulses and we release our pleasure on the same beat. I feel a warm stream of liquid shooting all the way into my womb. Derek’s seed. Derek’s babies. Oh! I’m so lucky.
Derek cuddles me in his arms and strokes my face. “God! Sara. I love you so much. Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“No, you’re not, Derek. I’m yours. I’ll be yours forever.”
“I’m a lucky bastard.” He grins.
I kiss his stubble along his jaw, and then I whisper into his ear, “Can we have a second round, please?”
“Fuck.” He turns to look at me with his intense hazel eyes. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, you know?”
“I don’t want to walk. I want you to fuck me all day and give me babies.”
“Holy shit.” He lifts me while rolling onto his back. “Let’s get started, cowgirl!”
Calling Dad’s Best Friend
I turn onto Malibu Drive after driving for nearly an hour from Downtown, toward Mike’s beach house.
I’ve been living in LA for nine months since I started school at USC. Before going home to Sunnyfield, I will stay with Mike for a week. I’m excited because I miss him a lot. Mike’s my dad’s best friend from high school, and he’s like family to me. I haven’t even seen him once in the past year because he’s gotten busy. In fact, the last time I saw him was two years ago at my dad’s wedding.
When I see the contemporary house with large windows on top of a hill facing the Pacific Ocean, I gasp. It looks huge and luxurious. I knew Mike was rich, but I didn’t expect such extravagance. I’m renting a small room in a house near USC, and it’s insanely expensive. I can’t imagine how much such a splendid house costs.
Even my cat Blondie is stunned by the surroundings. She was fretting and meowing all the way even after I open the roof of the cat carrier. Now she’s quiet as she looks out of the window, her green eyes wide open. I pull up to the curb and call Mike.
A tall man in a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans descends the stairs next to the house. His brown hair is thick, and his eyes are as blue as the ocean below. Mike is an attorney, but he looks like an athlete from a distance and a movie star close up. He was the reason I chose to come to USC even though I was accepted to a few other top schools in the nation.
“Hey, Kitty!” Mike opens his arms as he gets close.
“Mike!” Leaving my suitcase and cat carrier on the ground, I run to Mike and hug him. He smells musky and manly. The hard muscles of his arms press against the small of my back.
“Little girl!” Mike smiles as he pulls away. His eyes sparkle as they travel along my body. “You’ve grown into a lovely young lady!”
I blush as I thank his compliment. The reason I didn’t arrive on time was because I spent nearly an hour to decide what to wear. I tried all the dresses in my wardrobe, and finally I settled on a sexy floral chiffon blouse over shorts. The soft material flatters my curves and reveals a bit of my D cup cleavage.
I was hoping Mike would like what he saw, but now I’m not sure because he doesn’t give me a second look. Would he perhaps think I’m fat? All his girlfriends in the past were tall and slender. I’m of average height and on the plump side. I should probably add jogging on the beach to my agenda for the next week.
Mike’s house has a spacious living room with mostly windows on the walls facing the ocean, and it feels like a
dream being there.
I haven’t had the chance to close my mouth when he shows me to my room upstairs. It’s not only bright and roomy but also has a view even better than downstairs. And there is a balcony.
“Is it okay if I put Blondie here?” I ask Mike.
“Of course,” Mike says. “Just make sure you two get along because I don’t want any cat-fight in my house.”
I giggle at his humor as Mike opens the door of the carrier and let Blondie out. “Hello, Blondie, we meet again!” he says, stroking my kitty’s fur.
Blondie has been with me for about five years, ever since she was a kitten. She’s a reason I can’t live in the university dorms.
I’m happy to see Mike doesn’t mind having her in his house, but soon my happiness turns to jealousy. The way Kitty limping onto the floor while purring under Mike’s touch makes me wish I were her.
Mike has his own law office nearby. Even though it’s a Sunday, he still has to meet with a client. “I’ll be back in about two hours, and I’ll take you to the beach and to dinner. In the meantime, you can rest or watch TV.”
“Why can’t I go to the beach by myself? It’s within walking distance.”
“You can’t go out alone. You don’t know your way and I don’t want anything happen to you.”
I giggle. “Come on, Mike! It’s not like I’ve never been to the beach. I’m eighteen and a half. I know how to protect myself.”
He pauses for a moment. “Okay. But don’t talk to strangers, all right?”
I roll my eyes. “Sure.”
Actually, I’m not that desperate to go to the beach. Like I said to Mike earlier, I’ve been to the beaches quite often, with my classmates and roommates. Besides, I have to work. I started Talk to Kay, my own website and chat line in my high school senior year, after successfully helping out a few girlfriends with their relationship problems.
Since then, I’ve helped quite a few girls that I’ve never met to decide what they are supposed to do with their boyfriends or unexpected pregnancies. Soon after I started college, I expanded it into an online business. I don’t charge callers, but I get paid from the ads. Not much, about twenty bucks a month, just enough for Blondie’s food.
I take my web business seriously, though, mostly because I feel rewarding doing it and it’s related to my major, which is psychology. I’m planning to become a family consultant one day. Now, my callers are not only high school or college students but also middle-aged people who seek advice on their marriages.
Although sometimes I get weird calls, most of time the people who contact me really need help. My business hours are normally after noon and evenings when I don’t have any class. Even though it’s now summer, I intend to keep the same schedule.
After Mike is out of the house, I feed Blondie and play with her for a while until she yawns and naps. I then turn on my computer, browse through my messages, and pick Daisy for a voice chat.
“Hi Daisy, how may I help you?”
“Hi Kay, thank you so much for talking to me. I don’t really know how to say this, but I’ve just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me. What am I supposed to do?”
Well, I get this a lot. When I first started, I always told the girls to ditch the dick, but few people ever took my advice. Soon I figured out that if a girl asked around for help in such cases, most likely was because she didn’t want to leave the guy, even though he might be an asshole. So I came up with a better solution. Here is what I say to Daisy. “What do you do to turn him on?”
“W-what?” Daisy sounds abhorred.
“Daisy. I’m trying to help you win him back, isn’t that what you want?”
“Um… yes.”
“So what do you do during foreplay?”
“We…err, kiss… and touch each other.”
“Where do you touch him exactly?”
Daisy giggles a bit. “Well… his… err… you know what.”
“His penis?”
“Yeah. Where else should I touch?”
This is exactly the answer I expected. Ninety-nine percent of the girls like foreplay and ninety-nine percent of them don’t know how to foreplay back.
“No, don’t go for his you-know-what right away. Kiss his neck, his earlobes, and his nipples first. You can also massage him, even scratch him a bit. Strip for him and touch yourself for him.”
“This sounds so slutty,” Daisy says.
“Well, believe it or not, Daisy. Men like it. The girl who your boyfriend is seeing probably does it for him. You can hand him over to her if you don’t want to do it.”
“Okay, I’ll try. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I hope it helps.”
From what you’ve seen so far, you might think I’m sexually experienced, or I’m a slut. But believe it or not, I’ve never even had a boyfriend. LOL! I’ve only kissed a couple of guys in high school.
True is that I got all the knowledge from online. When I first started my chat line, I spent hours each day on the internet to browse topics such as “how to pleasure a woman,” and “how to turn on a guy.” I know my advice works because of the feedback I get from people who thank me for my help. I only wish I can verify it myself.
After a few more calls including a guy asking advice on how to give his girlfriend an orgasm, and a girl asking how to give blowjobs, I hear a knock on my door and I know Mike is back. I stop working as soon as my last caller hangs up.
Even though it’s a weekend, the beach near Mike’s house isn’t crowded at all. There are only a few couples around, and a few joggers.
I was hoping Mike would hold my hand just like he would when I was a kid, but he keeps a distance between us as we walk from his house to the beach.
I don’t like it a bit, because it feels almost as if we were strangers. I miss the time when he carried me on his shoulders, or just held hands with me.
On my way to Mike’s house this morning, I imagined a moment like this, walking side by side, but with Mike’s arm on my shoulders, or even on my waist. This is no fun. It feels too grown up.
Mike doesn’t seem to be aware of my discontent. He looks straight ahead as we walk, and seldom even glances at me.
It isn’t until we’ve walked about half a mile when he finally speaks.
“So, how’s USC, Kitty?” he asks, turning to look at me.
I pause before speaking. “It’s an elite school. It has many resources. But…”
“But what?”
“It’s kind of daunting to see so many rich kids around you. Sometimes I feel I don’t belong there,” I say. I got in the school on a conditional scholarship. I have to maintain 3.5 GPA to keep it.
“Don’t let it bother you,” Mike says as he turns to look me in the eye. “You’re no less than them and you deserve everything they offer you.”
“Thank you,” I say. Mike got his law degree from USC too.
“How is the dorm?”
“Oh I’m not living on campus.”
“What? Why?” he asks. “Because of money?”
“Not really. I don’t save a lot of money living off campus, but I just don’t really like to share rooms with people. I share a house with three other girls now, but I have my own room.”
“Is the place you live safe?” He frowns, looking worried.
I shrug. “It’s okay. Only a few blocks away from campus.”
“That doesn’t sound good. I know the area well because I went there,” he says, frowning. “We’d better get you a safer place to live.”
“What do you mean? It’s safe. At least safer than the time you were there. I just make sure I don’t go out at night.”
“But you can’t always avoid that. I’ve got to speak to your dad about it.”
“Oh please, Mike. That’s unnecessary,” I say, flattered by his concerns. “Dad has too much to worry about already.” Dad’s wife gave birth to twins last year, and he’s quite busy now.
Mike doesn’t speak, but he suddenly puts his hands on my shou
lders and gazes at me with his intense grey eyes. “Okay, I won’t speak to him, but promise me you will never ever walk home alone after dark. I want nothing bad to happen to you. Do you hear me?”
My mouth hangs open. What’s gotten into him? The University Park isn’t the safest neighborhood in town, but not that bad either. But Mike looks so serious that I don’t want to say anything to contradict him. “Yes, Mike. I promise,” I hear myself mumble.
His face relaxes, and he loosens the grasp on my shoulders. “That a girl!”
Mike finds us a private nook between two rocks and we sit down to enjoy the sunset. I take his arm and lean against his shoulder. Mike stiffens a bit, but doesn’t break away.
“Mike,” I ask after inhaling deeply his sandalwood cologne, a scent I always like. “Why didn’t you come to my college orientation?”
He was supposed to be there because I invited him.
He pauses for a moment. “I told you, I had to meet with clients.”
“Okay,” I say, looking into his eyes. “Then why didn’t you come see me, not even once? Don’t tell me you’re busy, because I won’t believe it.”
He stares at me intently for a moment, and then he chuckles. “What do you think is the reason, then? Little girl?”
I pout. “I think you’re avoiding me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“That’s what I want to find out. Why don’t you like me, Mike?”
He looks surprised. “What are you talking about, Kitty? You’re my favorite girl on earth.”
“Liar. I haven’t seen you even once since my dad’s wedding.”
“I’m sorry.” He says in a low voice as he put his hand on mine.
My stomach flutters and my eyes fall on his well-trimmed stubble. I used to hate it because Mike often teased me by brushing his beard on my face to make me squeal. But now it looks so sexy. I reach to touch it along his jawline.
“I miss your beard, Mike,” I whisper.
Mike’s breath catches and his eyes turn dark, but he doesn’t stop what I’m doing.
I move my fingers onto his chiseled lips and rub my thumb along them.