by Amy Brent
“I’m not going to lie to you, Nicole. I’m only doing this for revenge. You’re just a means to an end. I thought that you should know that there is no future for us. This is strictly physical and nothing more. If you can live with that, then let’s get naked.” He had said those words with such conviction that I felt almost like he was willing my clothes to fall off my body. I stripped off the bikini top and I reached down to undo the button on my short shorts. He lifted my ass and pulled them off to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He stared at the cleft of my pussy and then he used his two thumbs to open me up to see that I was already as wet as I could ever be.
“Right now, I don’t care why you’re doing it…only that you are. I think that angry sex sometimes is the best sex, although I really don’t have any reference to claim one way or the other.” I didn’t mean to blurt out the secret that I had been untouched. I’m not sure that he fully understood what I was saying with all the blood rushing down below his waist. “I have only one request. Treat me like I’m just some piece of ass. If you can do that, then this one time is more than I can ever ask for. I think that you deserve something for living with my mother.”
He pressed his tongue forward and slid into me very easily considering that I was extra stimulated from the moment that I had seen him and my mother getting it on. I looked down and I could see that this was not his first rodeo. He was smiling like he knew the blueprint of the female anatomy like the back of his hand. What he didn’t realize was that every woman was different. I noticed that he started to do one thing and when he wasn’t getting the desired reaction, he would change tactics. That showed that he really did know what he was doing and wasn’t just doing it for show.
I could see down between us that he was playing with himself. It was too bad, because wasting that on his hand would’ve been a crime against nature. I didn’t have time to think about it, as he started to bury two fingers inside me while concentrating on my excited clit. When he latched onto it, it began to throb like it had never done before. I was beginning to see that maybe I was wrong about keeping myself until marriage.
“Yes… Fuck me you nasty boy. I’m just an innocent girl and you’re fucking me with your tongue. You should feel ashamed of yourself, but I know that you don’t. You just want to stick it to my mother by sticking it to me and I’m perfectly fine with that. Do it…make me cum and I promise that won’t be the only thing that I do.” I came with my legs around him and grabbing onto his head to give him added incentive to stay in the position that he was in. He never gave up and he continued to enjoy the fruits of my loins as those juices seemed to continue to flow like there was no end.
I’d never had a multiple climax and this was one that made me feel like I was in the throes of something otherworldly. I went into a fit of sexual rage with my heels slapping heavily against his back. I was afraid that I was hurting him, but that was only a secondary thought to the pleasure that he was inflicting me with. Those signals in my brain had overloaded and I fell back against the mirror with my head making contact. I heard the crack and the old wives’ tale about seven years of bad luck came to mind. If this was bad luck, then I would take it over good luck any day.
He got up and brought his cock up to the gates of heaven. He pressed deeply with his knob and my lips started to bloom out to meet him. I finally got back a semblance of sanity. I put my hands up to his chest with whatever energy I had left to stop him from going any further. He looked a little confused. I wanted to make it perfectly clear that this was going to happen, but on my timetable.
“Not like this. Angry oral is one thing, but angry fucking is another thing altogether. I want this to be more than just a knee jerk reaction to seeing my mother cheating on you. I want you to hunger for me. I want you to want me in the same way that I feel that I want you. Trust me; you’re not going to have to wait very long. I won’t be able to keep it in my pants and I’m sure that I can say the same thing for you.” My lips were plump and had that very satisfied feeling.
“I don’t know how you can expect me to wait. I’m literally climbing the walls.” He backed away albeit reluctantly and then he put back his cock where I wasn’t going to have to worry that he was going to make an effort to penetrate me against my will. I would’ve enjoyed a little bit of rough play, but that could wait until later. He didn’t need to know that my next action was more for his benefit than mine.
That evening at supper, I made him a meal that would stick to his ribs. The pork roast with all the trimmings including little onions and carrots along with baby potatoes were the offering of the day. He came in to find me slaving over the stove. I turned to see that he was smiling like I had been caught doing something that I shouldn’t be. I had on an apron, but that’s all that I had on underneath. There was nothing but pure skin and that didn’t go lost on him. His eyes and his pupils dilated upon learning of my special surprise.
“You can make yourself useful by setting the table.” He made a deep sigh and then went ahead and made sure that the cutlery and the plates were in place. “By all means, have a seat and I’ll be with you in just a moment. I’m just finishing up and I believe that this will be to your liking. I’m sorry to say that I don’t have any dessert, but I think that we can come up with something.” I could see that he understood the meaning behind my words and he looked at me with this raw animal lust that I could not ignore.
“You didn’t have to go to any of this trouble and I could’ve ordered something in for the both of us. I don’t want you to think that you are obligated to do any of this because of your mother’s betrayal. I think that we both have a reason to be upset with her. I’m through playing nice and this time is the last time that she’s ever going to fuck around. I’ve known for quite some time that her desires sometimes get the best of her. I always find a reason to welcome her back and I thought by putting a ring on your finger that it would change things.” He was eating and I don’t think that his heart was into it. I decided to do something to put a smile on his face. He wasn’t going to expect this from innocent little me. I needed to take a few shots of tequila from the bar before dinner to have the courage to go though with this part of my plan.
I feigned surprise when I dropped my fork and then I purposely slid underneath the table and crawled to him like a panther after its prey. I touched his leg and he hit his knee up against the table in surprise. “Continue eating and I believe that my meal is already to be served. It’s exactly what I wanted. This is a full course meal with its own creamy dessert.” He didn’t miss a beat and lifted his body so that his pants could come down and wrap around his ankles like his own personal straitjacket. He was at my mercy and this was what I was hoping for.
“I don’t know how you expect me to eat with what’s going on down below. I’m going to try, but I just hope that I don’t choke on something.” He was not the only one that was hoping that they weren’t going to choke on something. Seeing it rising from his crotch was like seeing something small become something daunting. He grew to a diameter in size that seemed almost impossible. I’d seen it upstairs in the bathroom, but this was a lot to take in when I was this close to the object of my desire.
I grabbed it and I gave it a healthy shake before squeezing from the bottom to the top. I found what I was looking for and it looked so damn delicious that it felt like I was compelled to move forward to lick it off. I touched his cock with my tongue and it was like a live wire was pressed into his shaft. It literally began to leak like someone had turned on a faucet and I was right there to make sure that none of it went to waste. This had been building up and there had to be a reward.
“I don’t know where you got your technique, but your mother could really use some pointers in this department. Yes…you fucking take that damn cock and I want you to fucking swallow the whole thing. There really is something to say for youthful exuberance. I thought that I was through with those girls that were naive, but apparently I still have a taste for them.” Th
e only taste that I was interested in was the stuff that was pooling on the surface of my tongue. It had this sweet quality like he had eaten a lot of fruits and vegetables. I had a feeling that my mother had dictated the terms of his diet to make it more palatable.
I slapped his thighs and I was happy to see the red welts left behind. The added benefit of pain with pleasure was something that I wanted him to be aware of. I’d heard that it can be quite an aphrodisiac and the way that his cock seemed to jerk in my mouth told me that what I had read was pretty much on the mark.
“I don’t know…what to say. You’ve gone above and beyond to make me feel like I’m wanted and desired. You have no idea…how much that means to me. You have no idea what you’re doing and for a novice, you certainly do put some of the girls that I’ve been with to shame.” I could see that his legs were visibly trembling and those muscles were now rippling with the effort to hold back the bursting dam between his legs.
I was in no hurry and the very notion that he was going to supply me with a mouthful was keeping me on the edge of my seat. I delivered my best work and even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I was taking my cue from his reaction. Every time that I slipped over the top, he would thrust his ass off the chair. I found myself holding vigil at the top, swirling my tongue and making him grunt his response, as he slapped his hands down on the table in frustration.
“You might be my stepdaughter and this might be wrong, but I don’t care. All I want is to bury myself in your throat and then shoot my cream all over your face. Isn’t that what you really want, Nicole? Don’t you want to be treated like a little whore and let daddy make you his personal whore? I know that is what you want and by god that is exactly what you’re going to get from me. I’m not going to take no for an answer and this time I want to see those pretty little eyes looking up at me.” He pushed the tablecloth up on top of the table, so that he could see my bobbing head and the way that my hair fanned out along his crotch.
I was letting him have his way with me and the feeling of being dominated was better than I had thought it would be. I purposely put extra emphasis on squeezing his balls. He pushed his chair back which of course pulled him from my mouth unexpectedly. There were strings of my spit connecting my mouth to his cock. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it. He made a motion with his head for me to mimic the exact same action.
“I’m not sure what to do, but I’ll do my best to make you proud of me.” I grabbed him with both hands and I jacked him slowly at first until I saw that the color of his face was changing to that of maroon. His tongue was lazily moving across his lips. I didn’t know for sure, but this was pretty damn telling that things were going to escalate further than they already had.
“Open up your mouth and stick out your tongue. My little slut is going to get a healthy helping of sweet cream to whet her appetite for something even more. Once you get a taste, there’s absolutely no way that you’ll be able to go anymore than a few days without wanting it again. Every girl claims that they are the ones in control, but I know differently. You just want cock and I’m happy to supply it any time that you look like you are in dire need. That’s it…a little faster and for god sake don’t stop when I begin to…CUMMMMMM.” His knob flared like that of a balloon and the small hole in the middle opened up. That was followed by one hot streak of his juice that cascaded from the top of his cock all the way between my eyes. I’d heard that it burned if you got it in your eyes and I was hoping that wasn’t going to happen. That would put a damper on what we were doing and there was no way that I wanted this to stop any time soon.
“Come on… Daddy…give me all of it and don’t leave anything behind.” My hand was still moving and that vein along the back was quite prevalent. He was like a gun going off with one shot after the other. Each one had its own intensity, until the final few shots were not as strong as the others. He looked like he was out of it and I decided to give him something else to think about as I wrapped my lips around him. I found out that he was extra sensitive after such an imminent explosion.
“My god…you really don’t give a guy a chance to catch his breath. I could barely breathe…fuck…stop that… I can’t take it anymore.” He had to literally push me away and I think that he saw that I wasn’t going to relinquish my claim without being forcibly made to. “I’m going to need some time, but I will find you and we’ll finish this. You were right about denying me that pleasure. Letting things simmer on a slow boil is better than instant gratification.” I wasn’t sure if I agreed with that sentiment, especially when my finger was not enough to bring me all the way there. I wanted it to, but something was forbidding me from doing it. I had to believe that I was waiting for that initial penetration and the feeling of being taken by a real man and not some boy pretending to be one.
“I know that my mother cheating on you is very painful, but I’m grateful that she turned out to be a bottom feeding slut. Now that I have gotten a taste, I think that you’re going to have your hands full. I’m not like my mother and I’m going to need it a lot more than just once a week. I do hope that you can keep up with the demand. If you can’t, I’m sure that I can find somebody that can.” I was throwing down the gauntlet and letting him know in no uncertain terms that his business tonight had not concluded.
“I’m one horny little bastard all the time and your mother has always been the one to dictate when and if we do it. I don’t know why it always has to be the woman’s way or the highway. I would think that pleasing both parties is exactly what a relationship is all about. I don’t want to always have to initiate and be turned down flat. It’s different when a girl wants it. A guy will practically trip over himself to get a piece. I have to say that you wearing me on your face is a very delicious sight. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen you look sexier than right at this moment.” I was cleaning myself off with my fingers and sticking my finger covered in his stuff into my mouth.
“I can’t seem to get enough and I do hope that you have more where that came from. One taste is only opening up the floodgates. I can’t possibly keep that desire from rising up. You’re going to have to be ready and willing any time that you come through that door. I am going to be all over you and it would be a good suggestion that you don’t bring anybody home with you at the end of the day. I don’t want them to find me completely naked strewn across the couch with a ball gag in my mouth and handcuffs to keep me from running away.” I got up on my feet with the apron stained with the essence of man.
“I look forward to having a very healthy sex life with my stepdaughter. That is until I get what I so rightfully deserve. Once that divorce is final, we will not have that taboo notion of being my stepdaughter hanging over our heads. We can indulge and nobody will blink an eye, except for those prudes that don’t like the idea of an older man with a younger girl.” I kissed him and he did not back away when he tasted himself on my lips. I saw our sex life as a growing flower.
I went looking for him around midnight and found that his door was locked. I called out to him, but he did not answer. I assumed that he had taken to drinking away his worries. I went to bed feeling disappointed and then I woke up to have him standing over me completely dressed in a tailored gray suit.
“I have an idea about how to take your virginity. You didn’t think that I was listening, but I was. I want you to come to the office with me and be my secretary. My current secretary is out indefinitely on stress leave and I doubt that she’s going to be back. I want you to take her place.” He brought me one of my mother’s dresses and amazingly it fit like a glove. It was tight and there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver, but it certainly did accent the positives.
When we got to the office the place was abuzz with activity. I sat at the desk and I found that I was easily able to figure out things on my own. By noon hour, I had my own way of doing things. It might not have been exactly the way that my predecessor would have done it, but I found my own style.
The inte
rcom went off and I heard a distinctive voice calling me to action. “Nicole, would you mind coming in here so that I can dictate the terms of your employment.” I was a little curious and I picked up a pad and pen and walked in to find that he wasn’t sitting at his desk.
I felt his hands on my waist and then his fingers were bunching up the material of my blue dress until he found that I was wearing only a smile underneath. He gasped at the knowledge that I was going commando and then he lifted me in the air. I dropped forward until my hands were firmly planted on the carpeting. I think this was what they call the wheel barrow position. I heard his zipper then I felt his knob pressing into the one spot that no man had gone before.
“I would suggest, Nicole that you find something to keep your mouth occupied.” The fire that was consuming his cock, as he entered with just the head was only the beginning. “You are fucking tight and I don’t think that I’ve ever had this kind of welcome. I don’t even think that I’ve had girls my own age that were able to strangle my cock like this.” I was waiting with my body on high alert for the penetration that was going to take my breath away. “Ready or not…here…I come.” He found the obstacle nothing to be worried about.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck.” I was trying to keep my voice down and he was now demandingly fucking me with a wild man mentality. “Dave… Dave… I never knew… I never fucking knew that it could be this good. Fuck me…make me into a woman and I promise I will never…leave you.” He pulled out. I fell down on my knees with him following me with his hand on the small of my back. More… I want fucking more and I never want it to end. You have created a monster…an unrelenting monster that will always be ready for you. My wet pussy craves to be filled and now I know what those other girls were talking about behind my back.” I’d lost my composure and my arms had given out with my face plastered against the floor.