Daddy Wolf's Nanny

by Sky Winters

  To Goldie’s surprise, it wasn’t one of those things that she would endure and vow not to do again. Instead, she found herself enjoying it, responding to it. The more he fucked her, the more she wanted. She found herself wishing she could have him in both holes at once as her own fingers drifted between her legs to massage her clit while he continued to fuck her ass harder.

  “I’m going to cum,” she squealed, her body quivering with a massive explosion that ran down her thighs, almost pushing his cock from her ass with the force with which it was expelled.

  “Don’t stop. Keep it up. Cum some more for me,” he encouraged.

  Goldie responded by increasing the friction of her fingers on her own clit while he bucked against her ass, sending her into a series of orgasms that caused her to pant and spasm beneath him.

  “That’s it. That’s a good girl, Goldie. Keep going. Give me all you’ve got,” he told her, reaching between her legs to finger fuck her. It quickly sent her back over the edge as she made inarticulate noises, unable to form any actual words. She was reduced to a quivering, sticky mess by the time he finally shoved forward and flooded her asshole with cum.

  “That was off the charts,” she panted as he pulled free of her.

  Goldie couldn’t help but note that his eyes were dark again. She had known other men whose eyes got darker when they were turned on, but not like this. It was if they were a completely different color. Something about it was a bit unnerving, but also exciting. She couldn’t deny that she was drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. Though she knew it sounded campy, it was if some sort of primal scent intoxicated her. It was the same with John.

  “Certainly was. How about we grab a shower and then watch a movie or something?” he said.

  “Sounds good to me,” she replied, following him to the shower and waiting a bit awkwardly as he turned on the water.

  He stepped inside and held a hand out to her, guiding her in under the steamy water. They made quick work of getting cleaned up before stepping back out to dry off and get dressed. Though it wasn’t quite cuddling, they settled into the sofa curled against one another and began streaming a movie. She wasn’t surprised to find that it was an action film rather than anything warm and fuzzy she would have picked out.

  Goldie feigned interest in the movie as her thoughts drifted back to the events of the last few days. It was so unlike her to be having sex with two men in the same period of time. She enjoyed both of them immensely, but it was like they were two halves of a whole. Joshua was so commanding. It was a huge turn on to just be taken and fucked with wild abandon, but she knew that she couldn’t spend her life with someone who didn’t have much to say when he wasn’t inside her.

  Then, there was the issue of intimacy. Contrary to what some people believe, sex is not intimacy. Sex is a physical event and it can be damned good, like it seemed to be between her and Joshua, but it wasn’t love and it wasn’t necessarily intimate. She could certainly appreciate the way he reduced her to her most primal elements and made her want to delve even further into the dark recesses that made up that part of her needs, but at the end of the day, she needed to know he thought about more than getting off with her.

  “Are you going to sneak away from me again in the morning before I wake up?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts and catching her off guard.

  She looked at him, a smile crossing her face. Normally, this is where she would make some excuse for such behavior, but she didn’t really feel it was necessary with him.

  “Most likely,” she replied.

  “Okay. I have to be at work early anyway, so I guess that will work,” he told her with a smirk.

  Goldie looked at him with a single eyebrow raised. She wasn’t sure if she detected a note of hurt or relief in that statement. Perhaps he did feel offended by her sneaking off while he slept or perhaps he was grateful not to have to deal with any of the morning after awkward bullshit. She knew that when men had done that to her, she had been left feeling a bit cheap and perhaps even dirty in some way. It was a bit rude and selfish if you really got down to it, but she was beginning to understand the reality of relationships rather than the fairy tale she had always made them out to be.

  “It’s no problem. I understand. We’re fuck buddies, right? I scratch your itch, you scratch mine?” he added, watching her face for clues it seemed.

  “Exactly,” she replied.

  Something told Goldie that there was a lot more to that statement than the words conveyed. Was he trying to figure out what she was thinking, feeling? Perhaps she was making too much of this. That had always been her problem, overthinking things. It was weird to be on the other side of the equation though, not knowing how she should respond.

  “That’s cool,” he replied, returning to the movie playing on the screen, but something on his face said otherwise and it made her very curious to know what he was thinking. Still, she knew he wouldn’t ask.

  Goldie didn’t reply further, letting the conversation lapse. Her mind continued to swirl with thoughts about what he might be thinking and whether there was more to him than what she was seeing, but she convinced herself that it didn’t matter. This was just sex, nothing more and she needed to stop trying to make it something more, especially when that wasn’t even something that she wanted from him or anyone at this point.

  That is what she kept telling herself. Even as the movie ended and they climbed into bed together, Joshua stripping her of her clothes and fucking her once again across the bed before they climbed beneath the covers and settled in for a few hours sleep before morning. Fortunately, her mind stopped running around in circles trying to make sense of things and she fell asleep quickly. No dream came tonight. Instead, she was lost to an endless sea of darkness where she felt nothing and wondered nothing. It was nice.

  At some point, she woke up, hungry for him and rather than turning over to force herself back to sleep like she would have under normal circumstances, she found herself boldly peeling back the covers and teasing his cock with her tongue. He stirred a bit in his sleep, not waking even as his body reacted to her touch. His dick grew hard and rose, the moonlight shining upon it from the window as if it was some sort of phallic statue. She snickered a bit as she raised her body over his and impaled herself upon it.

  “Molesting me in my sleep?” he said as he fluttered awake.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” he told her, pushing her off of him and down onto the bed. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, he fucked her ass once again. This time, he wasn’t gentle, letting her cry out in ecstasy as he took her hard and fast until they both came again and collapsed back into the pillows to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Waking up in the wee hours of the morning, Goldie slipped on her clothes and out of Joshua’s house, making her way in the darkness back toward Ian and Randy’s where she climbed into her own bed. She felt oddly content with the situation. Perhaps men that just played the field were onto something that women couldn’t quite grasp unless they tried it themselves. She awoke later in the morning feeling a bit bloated and nauseous.

  “Great. Way to preempt my fun, mother nature,” she muttered, thinking her period had decided to arrive early this month.

  Making her way to the bathroom to shower, she was surprised to find that she was wrong. Perhaps it was just a warning that it was on the way. So much for sexy flings the rest of this mini vacation. Picking up her phone, she found that she had a message from Joshua telling her that he was disappointed to find her gone when he woke up. She smiled a little and clicked the next message, from John. He wanted to know if she could come in to town for lunch. She agreed.

  “I didn’t even notice this was here,” she told him. “The food is delicious.”

  “Yes, they still rent rooms here, though there aren’t many available. Mostly they provide rooms for functions and special events, plus run this restaurant,” he told her of the old hotel that sat in the center of town
.

  “It’s very quaint,” she told him.

  “If you like, I can take you to see some more of it when we finish lunch. The owner is an old school friend.”

  “Yes, I’d love that. How old is this place?”

  “A bit over two hundred years old. It was in ruins when he bought it and renovated it, so a lot of the structure is redesigned, but most of the woodwork is the original carvings from when it was built.”

  “I bet the rooms are fantastic,” she said offhandedly.

  “Well, let’s give you a peek at them so you can see for yourself.”

  After they paid for lunch, he excused himself for a moment and went into the kitchen, returning with a frail looking older man, introducing him as the owner. Goldie was momentarily confused. Hadn’t he said the owner was an old school friend? This man had to be at least in his seventies. Perhaps he had just meant that he had known the man since his school days rather than he was a classmate as she had thought.

  “Here are the keys to one of the empty rooms. Most of the rooms are set up just like this one, so it will give you an idea of what they are like. The rest of the rooms are all openly available for you to look at. John knows the place pretty well. Make yourselves at home,” he told them.

  John thanked him and took her on a tour of the place. It was all quite stunning with a lot of the original design still intact. Walking into the room they were given a key for was like walking back in time. The large wrought iron bed stood against one wall opposite a large bay window that looked out over the town and the lake beyond. She stood looking out over the landscape as John walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and kissing her softly on the neck.

  “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Very much so. Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she told him.

  “My pleasure,” he replied, turning her around to face him.

  His lips met hers in a soft, sensual kiss and she found herself instantly responding to him, despite trying to hold back. What was it about him that she found so irresistible? Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice whispered back to her. “Everything,” it said, but she pulled away anyway.

  “John, we can’t,” she said.

  “Yes, we can,” he said.

  “It’s not our room. We’re just supposed to be looking at it,” she said.

  “Think again. Trust me, he doesn’t care. This room is ours until we give him the key back,” he breathed against her neck as he began kissing his way down the length of it.”

  Goldie gave in to him, enjoying the way his hot mouth felt on her skin in the cool room. Under the circumstances, Goldie thought it would be more of a quickie, lest someone come up to see what was taking so long, but John seemed to have no intention of rushing things. He sat her up on the heavy oak table situated on one side of the room and slipped off her pants and panties, burying his face in her pussy.

  “You taste magnificent,” he muttered, the vibrations of his voice causing her clit to throb with anticipation.

  His mouth surrounded her clit, pulling it in and sucking at it eagerly as his fingers began to explore her rapidly moistening folds. There was no rushing him as he feasted on her slickness as if he were enjoying fine cuisine. Her moans filled the room. Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled him in to her, enjoying the way he felt with his tongue and fingers inside of her.

  Goldie became aware of the large mirror on the dresser on the opposite side of the room. The sight of his muscular back as it rippled with his movements and his head buried between her legs was a huge turn on, as she watched him eat her out.

  “Yes, there,” she moaned as he hit just the right spot with his finger, rubbing along the inner wall of her wet hole perfectly. Her legs spasmed as her body gave in to the attention he was lavishing on her dripping pussy and shattered into what felt like an orgasm that might register on the Richter scale if there was such a thing for climaxes.

  “Delicious,” he mumbled, standing up to face her as he began to get undressed.

  Reaching for her hand, he helped her down from the table and guided her over to a nearby wooden chair that stood to one side of the bed. Sitting on it to face her, he pulled her down onto him so that she was facing him with his cock buried inside of her. At first, he didn’t move. His enormous cock filled her to the brim as he kissed her passionately, his hands buried in her hair. Moving downward, he turned his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples softly as his hips began to grind into hers.

  Goldie moaned loudly as his hands drifted down to her hips, lifting her up while still kissing and massaging her breasts with his mouth. He began to pull her up and down the length of his cock, letting her ride him very slowly. Wanting him deeper inside of her, Goldie reached out for his shoulders, pulling herself up and then dropping back down on him with a grunt as he seemed to hit bottom.

  John let go of her, putting his hands down on the sides of the chair to brace himself as she slipped her body up and down his cock, using his throbbing member to pleasure herself in the most exquisitely slow fashion. Much to her surprise, she felt something that didn’t seem quite physical. It was an ache, a need that came from somewhere much different than her hungry pussy. She recognized it for exactly what it was, a misplaced feeling that she had to quickly squash.

  “I love how your cock feels inside of me,” she said, attempting to break free of what she might be feeling and put her feelings back in perspective. This was sex, just sex. She needed to focus on the physical and forget the ache that stemmed from a place more north than her clit.

  “My cock was made for you,” he told her softly, his eyes never leaving her own.

  Damn him, he wasn’t making it easy to keep her perspective. She firmly believed that she could spend the rest of her life with his cock inside of her, but now there was a part of her that wanted more than just affection. While she adored his way of making love softly and sweetly, there was also a part of her that appreciated being fucked like Joshua preferred to do. If somehow she could find a guy that could do both, she might just be in heaven, but she just didn’t see that ever happening. How long could she really carry on with two different guys before it became an issue to someone?

  Her thoughts drifted away again as he thrust upward into her deeply, causing her to cry out. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and smiled. His expression softened as he looked back at her, their eyes locked together as she rode him with increasing enthusiasm. Their bodies were like one as they glided back and forth in perfect unison until she began to quake, flooding his cock with her juices.

  “You look so beautiful when you cum. I love watching you,” he told her.

  “You must, you keep making me do it,” she told him, leaning down to kiss him.

  “Turn around,” he told her.

  Goldie stood and faced the other direction. She felt his hands pulling her back downward on him, letting him ride her reverse cowgirl style as he ground his cock further and further into her wet recesses. His hands locked onto her waist as he guided her up and down, his big cock throbbing inside of her.

  “You’re amazing,” she muttered, enjoying their lazy lovemaking. The fact that they were doing it in a place where there was the potential to be caught only made it that much more exciting to her.

  John responded with a series of grunts as his hands faltered on her waist and he buried himself inside of her, sitting her firmly down on his lap as he came inside of her. They sat there like that for a moment, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts as he kissed her back, his cock still buried inside of her.

  Finally, she pulled free of him, excusing herself to the bathroom to get cleaned up before departing the room. Goldie tried to pull herself together as much as possible, giggling a bit as they left the room to visit the rest of the hotel. When they were done, John returned the key to his friend and they left, parting ways for the afternoon so that John could get back to the general store and she c
ould return to the lake house. Plus, she was beginning to not feel very well again. By the time she made it back, she had to lie down to keep the room from spinning around her. She felt exhausted on top of it and was grateful when sleep came so that she could just close out the discomfort she felt for a while.

  Chapter Eight

  “You don’t look well,” Ian said to her the following morning. “Do you want me to see if my doctor can see you?”

  “I don’t know. It’s probably just a bug or something,” she replied, now discounting that it was an early period and figuring it was more of a stomach flu.

  “Okay, if you are sure, but I don’t mind at all. Just give me a ring at the office if you start feeling worse,” he told her.

  “I will. Thanks, Ian.”

  She watched as he followed Randy out the door and then sat down on the sofa. She felt incredibly hungry, but wasn’t sure she could keep it down. After several hours, it hadn’t subsided at all. Her stomach was puffy and she felt horrid. Going to a strange doctor was the last thing she wanted to do, but she grew so weak that she felt she had to. A call to Ian garnered her a visit to his doctor.

  While she waited for time to go to the doctor’s office, she sat down to watch the news. There had been another bear attack, it seemed. This time it was a man that was found on a trail not far from the lake. She was surprised to see that he worked at Joshua’s bank and was recently charged with embezzlement. A search warrant at his home had turned up a large collection of photos of women across the country that he was believed to also be blackmailing.

  “Sounds like these bears are purging the area of scum,” she said aloud.

  An odd thought suddenly occurred to her and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought about it before now. When she had spent the night with Joshua last night, he had quite a large wound across his chest. By the time they had gotten into the shower, it had somehow seemed a bit less pronounced. Then, this morning, when she had glanced at him as he slept, the light had shone on his chest to show that the wound hardly appeared visible at all. How was that possible?