Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  “I’d like that,” I said as I ran out of the room and went downstairs. I almost felt guilty for leaving John all alone in the house because he was used to my mom being here.

  Chapter 4

  My date with Tyler was awesome and we bonded as if we never lost touch. We spent almost three hours talking and laughing over wine and when we we’re finished I was definitely convinced I hadn’t ironed out my crush I had on him before.

  He took me home and I snuck him into my room when I realized John was asleep. We slept in complete silence for a short while as we cuddled. When his fingers started to move, I wasn’t sure what to say or think, but it felt nice. He gently stroked my foot and slid his fingers around my ankle, circling the little bone on the outside. “You’ve got such little feet,” he said.

  His fingers climbed, stroking my calf, “Did you know that your foot has thousands of nerve endings?”

  “Really? They seem so – I don’t know, basic.”

  “It’s true. A lot of areas of your body are extra sensitive, but you don’t put much thought into them. Give me your arm,” he said reaching for my hand.

  Bending my arm out, he traced his fingers gently on the inner side of my elbow. The tingles that ran through me were electric.

  Laughing, “I never thought about that before.” It was weird to be feeling sensations on my body, but he seemed innocent enough, not being aggressive or anything. It sat between comfortable and odd.

  Just on the fine line, a balance of is this okay or isn’t it?

  “You have gorgeous hair,” he said.

  “Thanks,” my hands instinctively went to it, running my fingers through my long blonde locks.

  “Hey,” I said jumping up, “I’m going to go get some ice cream, want some?”

  I made it as far as the kitchen cabinets. He was right behind me, placing his arms on either side of the counter behind me.

  “I wish you’d call me Teddy” he said. “I’d like to be closer to you, if you’ll let me.”

  “We’ll see,” I said frozen in the limited space.

  One hand came off the counter and slowly moved to my shoulder. My back was to him, and he cupped my shoulder then stroked the length of my arm. Wearing sleeveless pajamas with loose PJ pants, I felt the contact as he inched in even closer.

  I stiffened feeling him stroke my arm, unsure how to discreetly deal with this situation. I realized it was crossing boundaries, but I didn’t want to fly off the handle and wake John. When his hand rested on my hip, I took a deep breath and cautioned him, “Tyler, this probably isn’t smart.”

  “It will be okay,” he said, his hand moving brazenly to my ass.

  “Tyler!” I warned.

  His other hand slid up my side, working like a snake, slithering up to my chest. Cupping my breast on the left side, my ass cheek on the right, he pulled me back into him. Squeezing, kneading I was melting as my body responded to his touch. My mind said this is wrong - don’t let him touch you, and yet my body betrayed me. I secretly found my confusion turning to arousal.

  “No,” I said.

  “Are you sure?” He asked and loosened his grip.

  “Yes,” and as quickly as that he dropped his hand.

  “I apologize, that was inappropriate.”

  I seriously didn’t know what to think. Should I tell John what happened or pretend like it didn’t? John was cool with me going out with Tyler but he’d be disappointed if he knew I snuck Tyler inside.

  I broke free out of the kitchen and called back, “I’m going back to the room for a while” heading for my room.

  I wanted to just curl up in bed, my virginity was always sacred to me and I wasn’t sure I wanted to lose it just yet.

  He walked in without knocking. My hands went up to cover my chest, though I had a bra on – it was automatic. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m sorry, I wanted to apologize. It’s just that it’s hard having such a gorgeous thing in the same space as me, and the wine, you know. I just wanted to say I shouldn’t have done that,” he went on.

  “Umm, Tyler? Get out.”

  Instead he came up to me, his hand on the side of my face, “You feel it too, don’t you?”

  “No,” I said turning away in denial, but somehow I knew he could see right through me. He knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

  His arms wrapped around my stomach, bare without a shirt on, and his hands were working on my jeans. Unbuttoning me, unzipping my pants, I was frozen. I didn’t move – I stood. My brain stopped, it stuttered in shock – “Oh Tyler …” I moaned, arching my neck up toward him, “You know this isn’t right,” I started.

  “Shhhh,” his fingers moved to my lips. Slipping my jeans over my hips, his fingers found my lace panties and he slowly started to pull at the elastic. Why wasn’t I stopping him? Why does this feel so good? Should I let him do it?

  “Tyler, please.” I tried again. My voice betraying me and my words meaningless. I’m not sure how hard I actually tried.

  I was embarrassed, not because of Tyler but because I was so wet. What was going on? Every time he touched me, my body responded to him.

  His fingers found my mound, slick and moist, further betraying me. It was obvious to him now more than ever that I wanted him, I was soaking just from his touch.

  “You’re damp between your legs, Jenna.”

  I was so embarrassed, “Tyler, maybe I do, but we shouldn’t.”

  “You want it as much as I do, you’re wet.”

  His fingers were roaming to finding my slit, the tip of one pressing in to penetrate me. There was no resistance, I was soaked. Was I turned on by the taboo of it all? I couldn’t place it, my head was spinning.

  “It’s okay, relax,” he said his finger pulling the juice out of my pussy – stroking me in and out.

  He knew he had me when the sigh escaped my lips. My head was full of clouded judgment.

  His finger worked into me, deeper, pulling my juices out. Lifting them from me, he brought them to my lips and wiped my cream across my pucker, “Open up,” he whispered and pushed his finger into my mouth. I sucked off the nectar, and asked for more. Who am I? Who is this slut?

  He slid his fingers back into me, he moaned in a low husky voice, “Call me Teddy. Tell me you want it.”

  Spreading his fingers inside of me, I spread my legs for easier access.

  “Say it,” he urged, “Call me Teddy.”

  I struggled getting the words out; I was conflicted. My body felt so good tingling with electricity, but my brain screamed at me to stop. I couldn’t hide my feelings as I pushed down into his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper inside my cunt.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers,” his dirty words got me hotter.

  “Fuck me, Teddy,” I growled.

  “That a girl,” he guided, “keep going, let Teddy get you off.”

  “Fuck me, Teddy, fuck me,” I was so lost in the taboo heat of it all.

  “I’m going to put my big juicy cock into you,” I felt his warm breath on my ear as he spoke, “and you’re going to ride it. I want to feel your juicy, tight pussy squeezing my dick.”

  As my peak hit, I was caught between an insatiable quest for my orgasm and shame. His hands stayed put, feeling my lips pulsate around him. I was dripping freely, so wet, so hot. I wished I wasn’t.

  Finally pulling his hand from inside of me, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, “Suck them, baby,” he said, feeding me my own sweet juice from below.

  I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t shut it down, turn it off, or tell him to leave me alone. I was too caught up in the moment, the sensations flowing through my body and the natural high I was on from my orgasm.

  “Take your pants off,” he said. They were still around my ankles with my panties.

  Chapter 5

  Stepping out of panties, he pulled me back so that my ass was sticking out towards him, and I spread my legs.

  He stroked his cock which was already hard, and with it in
hand, worked it between my wet slit. With one hand he grabbed a handful of my hair, the other he opened me and pushed his cock in with a slow thrust.

  “What’s my name?” He grunted as he slammed his body into mine.

  “Teddy!”

  His hands moved to my bra and he shoved it up over my boobs. Grabbing a handful of tit in each hand, he held on and thrust into me over and over. He Squeezed, kneaded and massaged them aggressively before finally latching onto my nipples. Pinching them and rolling them in his fingers, he heightened my arousal and as fucked me from behind.

  I have to move out – and fast. This can’t happen again. Never again.

  When he crawled into bed with me that night, I swore not one time I wanted to say no. He was an experienced lover and made me feel so good.

  He begged me to call him Teddy, I begged him to fuck me harder. We, ummm, bonded more than we should have that week and John had found out after 2 days of sneaking around. But we promised to keep mom out of it and I apologized for my behavior.

  With one night left before either Jordan or Mom were coming home, I knew it would be the last time. It had to be. This couldn’t continue…and yet I didn’t know how to stop. It became addicting, the rush of his fingers in me while cooking dinner at his house, in the shower, watching TV. His cock buried in my pussy while I was up on all fours, in my bed or his, and with my legs up over his shoulders. We had to stop…had to.

  When Mom got home, it stopped cold turkey. There was no other choice. The guilt I had was insane because I had always been her baby girl, and I knew she would have been disappointed. I had to get out of the house immediately.

  “So, I decided to accept John’s help with money for the apartment. I think it’s time for me to move out. We talked about it this week, and I finally agreed.”

  “Wow, that’s great. Why the change? You were so against any help.” She was glad but confused.

  I shrugged, “I’m just ready. Besides, I need my own space.”

  “Is everything okay, did you guys have any problems?” She asked, concerned that maybe there was friction or conflict while she was gone.

  “No, none at all, in fact we bonded.” I felt like an ass saying that out loud. I loved my mother, and but I just couldn’t have let her know especially since I barely even knew the guy.

  Chapter 6

  When he showed up at my door, I immediately invited him in. The sex was so good, it became some odd hunger – like a craving, a yearning. In the privacy of my apartment, I was free to let loose once again.

  I let him do kinky things to me and begged for more. I called him Teddy, and he spanked and fingered me good. We knew we had to stop hiding so we decided this would be our farewell fuck, and that would be the end of it. Then we’d work on going on dates and bonding more before we went back to sex. We thought we could make it work, but the sneaking around, the hot sex, the hiding was the most interesting part of it. Getting undressed we talked about how this couldn’t continue.

  “One last time,” I said, now fully naked.

  In a surprise move, Teddy pulled the window shade up high, ridding us of privacy, and pressed me into it the smooth, cold surface. My naked ass was displayed against the see through glass. I realized in that moment – it was the thrill of getting caught. That’s what was getting him off, and I had to admit the rush that ran through my body electrified me.

  He was tightly against me, his mouth working the curve of my neck. His warm, wet tongue felt good on my skin. Teddy’s mouth moved down my body reaching my breasts. Sucking, he moved down until he was at my nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he nuzzled against my breast and suckled me hungrily.

  His hands reached down, spreading my legs, and I opened for him. Sliding his fingers to my pussy lips, he dipped one in and pulled it out. Holding his finger directly under my nose, “Smell this sweet pussy,” he cooed, “It’s mine, now and forever.”

  “This is supposed to be the end,” I said.

  “It can’t be; I’m addicted to you.” He admitted.

  I wasn’t sure if he was addicted to me or the thrill.

  “Teddy, I can’t keep doing this,” I pleaded, hoping he would be stronger than I was. I wanted to be his sex toy forever, but I didn’t want it to be just about the sex. It was some driving force that had me begging for more. I have no idea what the draw was, but once we started I couldn’t stop. He made my body feel so good, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

  His hand went back to my pussy, and burned a fire in my loins. Getting me off again and again, I was crying for more. Him only giving in when I called him Teddy, he had taken me to the point of orgasm yet again. He loved that we could keep going, and he loved to watch me cum.

  Teddy took one or two orgasms for himself, but wanted to give them to me so that I was hooked on him, like some damn crack whore desperate for the high of another orgasm with his fingers inside of me.

  “Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to let you cum, you know what I want.” He scolded, waiting to hear the words that got him off.

  “Please Teddy, finger me, I want to cum,” I’d say, playing into our routine.

  “Beg,” was all he’d say. That’s not begging; let me hear it in the tone of your voice. You can do better than that.

  “Please. Please Teddy, let me cum.” I pleaded desperately, begging, giving him what he wanted, so I could get what I wanted – release.

  “Good girl,” he’d reward, and with those words he’d push me to the edge, letting me ride another wave, another orgasm.

  We carried on like this, me fucking him in private for years until eventually we decided to stop hiding and told my mom the truth about that weekend. Surprisingly she was calm and she accepted him as her son-in-law.

  THE END

  The Secretary and 3 Billionaire Bosses

  LISA EROTCIA

  Table of Content

  THE SECRETARY AND 3 BILLIONAIRE BOSSES

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  ~

  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

  ~

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  CHAPTER 1

  The wild cheering of the crowd far below the balcony was somewhat interrupted by a loud noise. It seemed to descend from the sky. The sound got louder by the second and made me crane my neck and tilt my head inches further out while I scanned the sky.

  There was nothing.

  Moments later, the sound of the rotors became distinct. Seconds passed before the craft came into view; as I thought, it was a helicopter.

  Two men sat opposite each other on a table behind me; one of them was my boss. His name is Frank.

  The two men sat well away from the helipad that I just noticed now for the first time. I had not seen the helipad the first time I climbed to the roof with my boss.

  Many heads turned below as the helicopter came closer. Once they saw the chopper, they turned away and faced the game they came to watch. Soon there was an uproar from the crowd below. The crowd has been cheering ever since the game began. This time it was almost as loud as the noise of the rotor blades; each was drowning the other.

  The chopper banked and turned, and then it made straight to the helipad at the top of the roof where I stood.

  On instinct, I ducked and held tightly to the rails as the chopper flew past. It headed to the far end of the tower roof, banked, aligned itself and then began a slow glorious landing.

  It was a beautiful sight; I have always loved crafts like this. Maybe I would have learned to fly one if things had turned out different for me.

  The chopper had barely touched the floor when one of the doors burst open, and a man stepped out of
it. He bent his head low from the swirling rotors and looked every inch rich. The man wore jet black hair, and leather jackets, and from the top of the jacket.

  The two men behind me smiled and chuckled at him. He is their friend, and they had been waiting for him for an important meeting. My boss smiled the more, and he was the first to shake hands with the man from the chopper.

  "You're late again," he said.

  I looked at them from the corner of my eyes. They all looked rich, and here I am; just a secretary to a billionaire medical scientist. But I loved my job anyways; Frank always made sure it was worth my while.

  The man from the chopper chuckled. He shook hands with the second dude and cast a glance on me. I looked away the same moment; his presence suddenly made me feel squeamish. There was something different about him. It wasn't just the fact that the other men were on a suit and he was on leather jacket; there was something about the way he carried himself and the way he talked that instantly gave me the butterflies.

  The crowd below cheered again.

  The three men were close enough behind me that I could hear them. Their voices were much more audible when the crowd below wasn't screaming their heads off. It must be an exciting game down there.

  "Yeah, I am so sorry. I was upping my bet," he said.

  "Upping your bet?"

  "Yes. I was adding two million to a three million bet I had made already. I had a sudden burst of confidence in my team. You know, they're fit to play today, and so I thought what the heck? I needed to back it up with some substantial bet," he explained. His voice came in a slight sexy drawl.

  The man from the chopper had to be Steve!

  My boss had briefed me about this meeting only a few minutes before now. There was no much time to check their profiles and pictures for easier identification when I saw them.