by Alexis Angel
"So?" I ask, as soon as she finishes.
She smiles. "That tasted like I got slapped by the ocean."
"Is that a good thing?"
"A very good thing," she purrs.
"I'm glad because there's more where that came from," I say, looking down at the chilled platter.
She reaches for another, repeating the process. As she does it, my eyes travel down the length of her body, savoring every inch of it. What's her motive for meeting me tonight? Something tells me that she has a hidden agenda, but I don't know what.
"You're awfully quiet," she says, turning her attention back to me. "Is that why they call you The Shark? Are you a silent sort of predator?"
I don't answer her right away, but instead I smile. Finally, I say, "Just admiring … that's all. I could certainly eat you for dessert."
"Still hungry?"
"Starving. You have no idea."
"I like a man with a big … appetite," she coos.
As if my cock wasn't hard enough already, now it's as stiff as stone. And as much as I want to bend her over this bar, I know we should talk business.
"About your company," I say, "I'm interested in investing."
"I appreciate that, but how can I trust you? You're the Shark of Wall Street. You eat companies for breakfast."
I place my hand on top of hers. "You can trust me, Natalie. I want to help. Tell me about your toys."
She smiles. "They're more than just toys, and there's nothing else like them on the market."
"So you've said. But what do they really do?"
"Well," she says, inching her body closer to mine. "They can do a lot of things that a cock can't."
"Is that so?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"One can connect wirelessly to a Kindle, and runs on AI."
"You're losing me—AI?"
"Yeah, you know … artificial intelligence. So it knows when a woman is reading a sex scene because it'll begin to stimulate her at just the right times."
"Interesting, but how is that better than a real live cock?"
"I never pegged you as a man who'd get defensive over a toy," she laughs.
"I'm not defensive, just wondering."
"I didn't say it was better; I said it could do things that a cock couldn't," she smiles.
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters, it can fit discretely in a purse and last for hours."
"Who says I can't last for hours?" I smile.
"Can you?"
"There's only one way to find out."
She momentarily ignores the innuendo. "The way these toys move is also … unique."
"You know what I think?" I ask, but don't wait for an answer. "I think we should try these toys out … tonight … take one for a test drive."
She takes another slow sip of wine and carefully places the glass down. There's a slight imprint of her lips left on the rim of her glass from her lipstick. She's growing increasingly intoxicated—maybe from a mixture of the wine, the thought of toys greater than cocks, and oysters sliding down her throat—but even her legs are loose and she parts them slightly. She grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her warm, soft, thigh.
"You know what I think … daddy?"
I shake my head, not knowing what's going to come next. The word hangs in the air, thick and full of promise.
She shoves my hand up her leg a little further and purrs, "I think you're right."
Natalie
"You should definitely rent a warehouse," Drake says, waving at the dozens of boxes piled up in my living room. "What’s this?" he asks me, walking over to the long worktable I’ve set up in one of the corners. A few of my prototypes are lined up on the table, ready for the testing phase. That’s convenient, I think, looking at Drake.
"These are my babies," I tell him with a teasing smile; I pick up a pair of nipple clamps and dangle them in front of his face. "My breadwinners. Or, well, my future breadwinners anyway."
"How do you test them?"
"How do you think?" I shoot back, placing the clamps back on the table and grabbing him by his shirt. I pull him into me, never taking my eyes off of his, and wait for him to close the distance between our mouths.
"This is insane," he whispers, looking back at me. The corners of his mouth curl upward into a slight smile, and I realize that it’s exactly the insanity in what we’re doing that he enjoys.
"It is… daddy," I purr at him, fully knowing the effect that word has on him. He leans into me right away, and my eyelids droop as his lips lock on mine. He takes his long fingers to my waist, feeling the curves of my body, and then slides them over to my ass. Cupping both my ass cheeks, he squeezes them lightly; guided by instinct, I take one hand to his crotch and flatten it there, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the shape of his hard cock straining against his pants.
He’s huge. No, let me say that again; he’s freakishly huge. He has to be at least twelve inches long, and his length… Christ, his pants must be made of Kevlar; I have no idea how his cock hasn’t ripped its way out of his pants.
"Now this is surprising," I whisper, pulling back from his kiss and squeezing his cock. He just grins, narrowing his eyes into slits and pushing me back until I’m pinned between the wall and his body.
"It shouldn’t be," he replies. "You’ve eyed me before, don’t deny it." It’s true; when I still lived with him and my mother, sometimes I noticed an enormous shape under his pants. Back then, I just told myself that it was his cell phone, but that was just a blatant excuse for me to keep looking at his cock. What can I say? I knew he was my stepdad, but I’m too wicked to resist a man like him; it’s in my DNA.
"Maybe I have," I confess, "maybe I haven’t."
"You’re a little brat, aren’t you?" he breathes out, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I throw my head back, but my eyes never leave his.
"I am… But what’s daddy going to do about it? Punish me?" I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. There’s a vicious flicker of hunger in his eyes, and then he lets go of me and takes one step back.
"I’m not going to punish you … But my cock will," he tells me, his words making my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I feel lightheaded for a second. "On your knees," he says, his tone of voice so commanding that my reaction is a simple one; I do what he tells me, lowering myself until my knees are on the floor.
"Let’s see what you can do," he says, unbuckling his belt. Before he can take care of his zipper, I reach for him and do it myself, his cock straining against his boxer briefs as the zipper goes down.
"You’ll be surprised with what I can do," I say, running my index finger up his shaft, measuring it. When I get to the tip of his cock, I place all my fingers on the smooth fabric of his boxers and, hooking them there, I tug both his pants and underwear down. I push his clothing down to his ankles and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.
"You know how to talk, but I want to see you do," he tells me, his gigantic cock casting its shadow over my face. Drake unbuttons his shirt as my eyes roam up and down the length of his cock, but the moment he pushes the shirt down his arms, I realize there’s more to look at than just his cock.
Even though he has ten years on me, Drake’s body looks better than guys my age. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy who bench presses the world for breakfast. Still, there’s not a trace of that metrosexual vibe on him. There’s a rugged quality to the way his muscles are defined, as if he got his impressive eight-pack from swinging an axe instead of doing crunches at the gym. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to lick a man’s abs as much as I do now.
I reach for his cock slowly, and I realize that my fingers are trembling. I take a deep breath and, once my hand is steady enough, I curl my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. It feels heavy and powerful against my hand, and I can’t help but start to stroke him. Flicking my wrist, I move my hand up and down his length, my rhythm picking up with every coming and going m
otion.
"I can’t wait to see how tight your mouth feels when wrapped around my cock," Drake says, brushing his thumb against my lips. Allowing his hand to fall down from my face, he bends over slightly and cups my right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. My skin prickles as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and that only makes me stroke him faster.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean in and, parting my lips, reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes the moment I touch him, the flavor of raw manliness flooding me at once. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I keep on teasing him until I can no longer stand it; I lean further in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock.
He’s so thick that his cock presses down on my tongue while pushing back against the inside of my cheeks. It’s almost a miracle that I managed to slide his cock inside my mouth. Moving slowly, I start pushing my mouth down his cock, my lips rolling over his length inch by slow inch. I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
"Fuck, that’s it," Drake groans, resting both his hand on the top of my head. Grabbing my hair, he moves his hips and slides his cock out of my mouth, stopping when only its tip is inside of me.
Moving fast, I go back down again, but this time I don’t stop; I keep on moving my mouth back and forth, sucking his cock with the eagerness of someone who has never experienced a cock as big as Drake’s. I grab his shaft with one hand then, stroking and sucking with one simple but effective pendulum motion.
Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers. My heart tightens as I feel their weight, and the gears inside my mind start turning fast as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum Drake’s going to shoot once he’s done.
"I guess you were right…" Drake breathes out, his voice heavy with pleasure. "You really know what you’re doing."
"Anything for daddy," I whisper, looking up at him as his cock pops out of my mouth. I keep on stroking as I look into his eyes, a smile dawning on my lips. Without even blinking, I use the hand I had on his balls to reach for my worktable, which is just by my side. I feel around with my fingertips, but it only takes a few seconds for me to find what I’m looking for.
I grab one tiny silver bullet, closing my hand around it, and then take it straight to between my thighs. Under Drake’s curious gaze, I slide my hand under the hemline of my dress and, flicking my thong to the side, push the sleek bullet past my pussy lips and sigh loudly as I feel it go in. It turns on right away, vibrating in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning.
This is one of my new prototypes, and it’s all about ‘plug and play’. You just slide it in and its sensors detect your pulse, how wet you are and a few other things. From there, this bullet vibrator just does its thing, leading the way to a hands-off orgasm.
Grinning, I turn my focus back to Drake’s cock; I dive into it as fast as I can, opening my mouth wide and rolling my lips down his shaft. I push myself further down this time, not stopping when I feel his cock against the back of my throat. This time I go all the way, pushing my mouth down until my lips are brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.
He groans, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying, and that's when I slide his cock out of my mouth. The bullet inside my pussy detects the frantic movement of my body, and it starts vibrating harder and harder as I bob my head back and forth. God bless my career choice, it’s really paying its dividends now.
"Your mouth’s so tight," Drake says, yanking on my hair so harshly that I have no other option but to stop moving. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. "I can’t wait to feel how tight your pussy is," he continues, grinning as he begins to piston into me faster, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.
I close my eyes as the bullet starts doing its job more eagerly now, vibrating and pulsing more violently as Drake picks up the pace. Ripples of pleasure make their way up my spine and, by the time they reach my brain, they turn into tall waves of ecstasy.
Taking one hand under my dress and between my thighs, I press two fingers on my clit, ready to start touching myself. I don’t have the time to do it; the moment I press down on my clit, the bullet vibrates so intensely that an orgasm explodes inside of me before I have the time to do anything else. I throw my head back, fighting against Drake’s hold on me, and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, my eyes closed as a burning sensation floods every inch of my body. I grit my teeth as the bullet convulses inside of me, unleashing hell.
"Now that’s one hell of a toy," I hear Drake say, but I’m so lost in the sensations flooding my brain that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying. I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the last waves of pleasure wash over me; reaching for the bullet, I pull it out easily and then just throw it on top of the table, my fluids coating it.
"C’mere," Drake whispers, offering me his hand. I grab it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet, and then he just crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss in abandonment, and I’m so wet right now that wearing underwear is simply uncomfortable.
"I want you to fuck me hard, daddy," I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.
The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.
His fingers trail down from my shoulders to the clasp of my bra, and he unhooks it with a deft movement. This time moving more slowly, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off me, allowing it to fall to the floor. I press my forehead against the wall and sigh as he runs his hands over my stomach, slowing down when his fingertips patiently hike down the curve of my bare breasts.
"Yes, daddy…" I moan as he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, the pressure of his fingers intensifying until my moan turns into a quivering whisper of pleasure.
"I’m going to take good care of you, Natalie…" he whispers into my ear, his words like spears stabbing into my brain. "I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand afterward," he promises me, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that promise.
"Do it," I exhale, and he pinches my nipple harder, silencing me at once.
"Oh, I’ll do it… Don’t you doubt it," he continues, placing his other hand on my stomach and sliding it down until the tip of his fingers meet my thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against the drenched fabric, and I let out another moan, this one louder than the ones before. Just by the way he’s touching me, I can tell that this is a man who knows what he’s doing.
Sliding his hand under my thong, he caresses my pussy lips gently, tracing the length of my pussy with them.
"You’re so fucking wet, I love that," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as they move. Then, without any kind of warning at all, Drake pushes his middle finger inside my aching pussy, sliding it in all the way.
I gasp as I feel his finger sliding inside me, his fingertip going straight to my G-spot. He presses hard on it, and my gasp turns into a surprised scream; most men don’t even know where the clitoris is, let alone the G-spot. But then again, Drake is not most men, that much is for sure.
Pressing on that sweet spot hidden inside of me, he uses his thumb to caress my clit, and then he starts flicking his wrist gently. I ball my hands into fists and, keeping them pressed against the wall, I jut my ass back and against Drake. With his shaft squeezed tight between my ass cheeks, I start moving my body in a flowing motion, grinding against him.
"Don’t—don’t stop," I groan, feeling slight spasms taking over my pussy. My inner walls become tighter in a heartbeat and, noticing it, he starts rubbing on my G-spot and clit more fiercely. His fingers work their magic on me, and it all happens in a fraction of a second; I lose control of my body and, pressing my forehead against the wall so hard I might crack my skull, I moan as loud as I can and come.
Electricity rages through my muscles, making them twitch so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it’s all for a good cause.
I thrust back against him as I come, pushing all my weight against his cock. His shaft is like a steel rod between my ass cheeks, and I move my body up and down, stroking him with my ass.
"Ready for the main course?" he whispers, suddenly taking one step back. I take a deep breath and, after steadying myself, I turn on my heels to face him. I offer him a teasing smile and, grabbing his cock with both hands, pull him into me.
"What do you think?" I purr, letting go of his cock so that I can run both of my thumbs on my thong. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my wet thong down my legs and, the moment the fabric touches the floor, Drake closes the distance between us and presses his body against mine.
"I think you can’t handle me," he tells me, his smart eyes burning into mine.
"You’re all confused, daddy," I shoot back, the words flowing easily from between my lips. "You’re the one who can’t handle me," I continue, placing both my arms over his shoulders and jumping into him, trusting that he’s going to grab me. And that’s exactly what he does; his hands fly to my ass and he picks me up, the tip of his cock brushing against my soaking pussy.