by Danielle Lux
I stood up and took my shirt off. Jasmine marveled at my chest: I’m in pretty good shape for a man in his fifties, even if I do say so myself.
“You’re so muscly, Daddy,” Jasmine said.
Next I pulled off my sweatpants and boxers, so I was completely naked—just like Jasmine. She gazed longingly at my body, but when her eyes met my big white cock, she still look terrified.
I climbed on top of Jasmine, my muscled white body on top of her slim brown one. I laid the head of my cock between her legs, resting on her flaps.
“You ready?” I asked her.
Jasmine nodded, but then quickly added:
“But shouldn’t we use a condom, Daddy? I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Shit. She was right of course. Jasmine almost certainly wasn’t on birth control, and I knew she and her mother were against abortions and the morning after pill because of religious reasons.
“You can’t get pregnant on your first time, baby.”
The lie came to my lips without thinking. It was a stupid lie, an overused lie that everyone knows is a lie. I expected Jasmine to tell me to go fuck myself and insist I get a condom. Or tell me she’d changed her mind and realized all this was a bad idea. Instead she smiled at me. The cutest little girl smile I’d ever seen.
“Ok, Daddy.”
I felt a twang of guilt. She trusted me so much that she’d swallow any lie I made up, I realized. I was the man who raised her, a man to be trusted. But the guilt was soon overcome by a stronger desire: the desire to experience her little pussy bareback; to break through her hymen and feel her blood on my cock, without latex in the way.
Anyway, I told myself, I’d pull out before I came, so there was no danger.
I pushed the head of my cock forward, parting her pussy flaps.
Jasmine winced as I began my descent.
“Take it slow, Daddy. I’m still a virgin.”
I felt my cock swell, somehow getting even harder than it was already. The reality of the situation hit me like a brick wall: I was about to take the virginity of my wife’s eighteen-year-old daughter. This was amazing.
My big dick pushed on, my glans pushing past Jasmine’s lips and disappearing inside her. Jasmine screwed up her face in pain.
“Take it out, take it out!”
I did as she asked, pulling my cock out. For a moment her pussy lips kept the shape of my girth: a gaping “O” shape, then they quickly closed up again.
Jasmine’s eyes were watering.
“It’s too big, Daddy, I can’t do it. You’ll break me!”
“You only took the head, baby.”
“I know, and it was huge! I can’t do this.”
I wiped a tear from Jasmine’s cheek with a finger.
“Yes you can, baby,” I told her. “It’ll hurt at first, but then it’ll feel really good. I promise you.”
Jasmine didn’t look convinced.
“You want me to carry on?” I asked her.
She nodded. The poor little thing looked so scared, but I was too overcome with lust to care too much: I just needed that pussy.
I rubbed the head of my bare dick on her flaps, smothering it in her juices. Jasmine groaned with pleasure.
“That feels nice, Daddy.”
Then I started to push into her pussy once again. Jasmine looked up at me with wide eyes.
“Be gentle, be gentle!”
I sunk a fat inch inside her. Her face contorted with pain, but she didn’t tell me to stop.
I pushed further and finally my glans rubbed against something it hadn’t felt since I was a young man: a hymen.
Jasmine winced again, looking up at me nervously as the head of my big cock pressed gently against her maidenhead. The look in her eye told me that she knew what a big deal this moment was: once I burst through her barrier there would be no going back. She would be a woman.
I was just overjoyed that her hymen was still intact, as it can often get broken way before a girl first has sex. I’d broken three hymens before in my misspent youth, so was looking forward to adding a fourth to my list. I was going to conquer Jasmine’s pussy tonight. No matter how many other guys she slept with or who she ended up with, I would always be the one who broke her in.
I tilted my hips forward, pushing my cock head against her barrier. Jasmine bit her bottom lip, her fingers gripping the sofa.
The hymen stretched like elastic as I pushed on. Jasmine was crying now: the look on her face told me this was giving her no pleasure, only pain. But that just made my cock all the harder.
Suddenly the barrier snapped, and blood washed over my glans. It felt lovely and warm.
Jasmine screamed. I was glad we didn’t live in a flat, or our neighbors would have thought I was killing her. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes were red.
“You did good, baby,” I told her. “You’re a woman now.”
And then I started to pump. Jasmine’s pussy was so lovely and tight, especially with my girth, that every thrust felt like heaven. Jasmine wasn’t enjoying it quite so much: with every thrust she looked like I was stabbing her.
“It hurts Daddy… it hurts…”
“You just need to get used to it baby.”
There was no way I was stopping unless she told me to, the pussy was just too good. Most girls Jasmine’s age had at least stretched themselves out a bit with sex toys or fingering, but I had a feeling Jasmine had done nothing like that. Her tight cunt gripped me like a vice, and the look of pain of her face just made me more turned on.
Eventually Jasmine started to smile. She still winced every time I thrust, but there was something else there too: enjoyment.
“It’s starting to feel good now, Daddy,” she said.
“I’m glad, baby,” I said, taking that as my cue to fuck her harder.
I gave her little cunt all I had, slamming my length into her over and over as she dug her nails into my back and cried out every time I thrust.
I felt her pussy clench around me.
“Ooooh Daddy! Daddy, Daddy Daddy!!!”
Jasmine came hard, her whole body convulsing as I brought her to orgasm. Finally she lay down on the sofa panting, a big smile plastered across her face. I stopped my thrusting.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” she whispered. Her face was covered in sweat. “I’m so glad you were my first.”
Jasmine obviously thought that since she’d cum, our lovemaking was at an end. She was very much mistaken.
“Right,” I said, “let’s get you on all fours.”
I rolled her over on the sofa, moving her arms and legs to get her into doggy position.
“Wait, Daddy What are you doing?” she said. “I thought we were finished?”
“Daddy still hasn’t cum yet,” I said.
“How much longer, Daddy? My vagina hurts so much. It needs a rest.”
“Not too much longer,” I said. “Just another forty minutes or so, I reckon.”
Jasmine whimpered. But I didn’t care how ruined her pussy already was: it wasn’t often that I got to fuck an eighteen-year-old virgin, and I was going to make the most of it.
I slammed into her from behind, gripping her hips. I started to pound, and gave one of her ass cheeks a mighty slap.
“Ow! Daddy, that hurts!”
I slapped her again, and started to fuck her at speed. Jasmine let out a long groan, burying her head in a cushion.
“It hurts…” she wailed, “It hurts…”
Over the next hour I fucked Jasmine all around the room. Finally we ended up on the floor, on the rug by the TV. Jasmine had cum twice more, and the look on her face told me she’d had more than enough. With the pumping I’d given her virgin pussy she wouldn’t be walking straight for days.
I felt a tingle in my balls, the telltale sign that my own orgasm was imminent. I decided to put Jasmine out of her misery, and started to pound her, building up a rhythm and getting ready to cum.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her. “I’m almo
st there, baby.”
The relieved look on Jasmine’s face almost made me laugh. But then her face fell.
“Are you sure I can’t get pregnant on the first time, Daddy?”
“Of course, baby,” I told her. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I was still planning on pulling out before I came, but suddenly an overwhelming desire came over me: a desire to cum inside Jasmine’s tight little cunt, to fill her full of my warm seed. It was an immensely stupid thing to do, to ejaculate inside a fertile eighteen-year-old who wasn’t on birth control, but my cock had taken over the controls from my brain, and my cock wanted to fill Jasmine full of my load.
“Here it comes, baby,” I said, feeling my balls get ready to pop.
“Daddy, I’ve changed my mind,” said Jasmine desperately. “I know it’s my first time, but what if I still get pregnant? Please pull out, Daddy, please don’t do it inside me!”
But it was too late to turn back now: I felt my balls begin to tense.
“I’m cumming!” I yelled, unloading the contents of my balls into Jasmine. Her face contorted with horror.
Spurt after spurt of warm man gunk spat from the end of my cock, splattering Jasmine’s walls and her cervix. I’d always been a big cummer, but this was something else. I’d absolutely filled her, draining every last drop from my balls into her eighteen-year-old tunnel.
Jasmine was crying now.
“What if I get pregnant, Daddy?” she sobbed.
“You’ll be fine, baby,” I said, collapsing on top of her. We lay like that for ages, my cock slowly softening inside her. When I finally pulled out, a big globule of semen flowed out of Jasmine’s gaping hole. She looked down at it in horror.
“We should have used a condom,” she moaned. “What have we done?”
“Oh stop complaining!” I snapped. “You wanted this as much as me. You want to make sure you don’t get pregnant—take the morning after pill.”
“I can’t,” Jasmine sobbed, “the pastor said it’s against God’s will.”
“Well if you are pregnant, you can either get an abortion or keep the baby,” I told her. “But under no circumstances are you to tell your mother—or anyone—that I’m the father. Do I make myself clear?”
“But, Daddy…”
“DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”
Jasmine nodded, terrified.
I hated to treat her like this, but there was no way I could let this destroy my marriage. I loved Jasmine’s mom too much to let one mistake ruin it. And what would the local community and my friends think? I didn’t want to be known as the sicko who got his stepdaughter pregnant. Jasmine wasn’t related to me by blood, but not everyone would see it that way.
As much fun as fucking Jasmine had been, I realized now that it had been a mistake. I’d let my dick do the thinking for me, but there was no way I was going to let this one lapse of judgment ruin my life. If Jasmine refused to take the morning after pill or get an abortion, she only had herself to blame.
Of course, Jasmine was pregnant. How could she not be, being at the peak of her sexual maturity and with the huge load I’d dumped inside her.
Her mom was furious, but also shocked: how could her shy little daughter, who had no friends and barely left the house, have got pregnant? Thankfully Jasmine agreed to go along with a lie I’d concocted, about her having a one night stand with a man she met on the internet.
Jasmine was sent to go and live with some distant relatives in another state, as her mom didn’t want the shame of the community knowing her daughter was having a child out of wedlock.
So everything worked out fine for me, as I got to spend some alone time with my wife for a while—and Jasmine wasn’t around to come and distract me when I was working from home.
When Jasmine returned a year or so later, the baby had been put up for adoption. Jasmine would spend all day in tears, pining over the child that she’d lost.
With her being so emotional, it didn’t take me long to worm my way back into her bed. Whenever her mom went away, Jasmine and I would fuck like rabbits. And from that point on, I always wore a condom. What can I say—I’m just a nice guy.
THE END
The Asian Brat (Daddy, Please Pull Out 6)
It was a typical Friday afternoon at the office: I was finishing up writing a report on my computer while my personal assistant sucked my fat cock under the desk.
Janet had started at my firm a month ago, and she’d soon learned what all my other female employees already knew: that pleasing me was the best way to get ahead in this office. The girls who pleased me were more likely to get holiday dates approved, to get bonuses and get promoted, so nearly all of them were more than willing to give me a cheeky blowjob or let me fuck them in the disabled toilets. The ones who refused normally didn’t last very long.
I was pretty impressed by Janet: this was her first time gobbling on my meat, and she was nearly able to deepthroat the whole thing. I’ve been blessed with a pretty massive dong, so she obviously had some skills. And she wasn’t giving up either: I could hear her gobbling and spluttering under the desk as she attempted to take the final couple of inches.
“Good girl,” I told her, rubbing the back of her head.
The phone on my desk started to ring and I picked up. It was the receptionist: a cute little blonde who’d been at my firm for three years now. Her willingness to cheat on her loser boyfriend and her lack of a gag reflex meant she had always been one of my favorites. Plus she had a lovely tight pussy. I started to wonder what Janet’s pussy was like, and made a vow to find out before the month was through.
“I’m a bit busy at the moment,” I said.
“It’s your wife,” the receptionist replied, and I could tell she was smiling.
“Tell her I’ll call her back in a bit,” I said. Under the desk I heard Janet gag a bit as she continued her mission to deepthroat me.
“She’s not on the phone,” the receptionist continued, “she’s here—in the office.”
Shit!
“Oh,” the receptionist exclaimed, “actually sir, she’s heading for your office right now!”
Suddenly the door swung open, and there stood my wife.
“Oh, hi Anna,” I said. “What a lovely surprise!”
Thankfully the back of my wooden desk stopped her from seeing the twenty-two year old on her knees in front of me. Janet moved her head off my dick, but I pushed her head back down.
“You don’t even stand up to greet your wife?” said Anna, frowning. She sat down on the sofa.
“Sorry dear,” I said, “I hurt my knee at the gym earlier. I’m trying to rest it.”
Anna scowled. My wife is feisty and doesn’t suffer fools gladly, which was one of the things that first attracted me to her. When I first met her, she and I worked in the same office. She was the smoking hot Asian chick that all the guys wanted to score, and I’d been the one to do it. Even though she was older now, she was still hot, and looked much younger than her 44 years, but recently our relationship had started to suffer. The main reason was her daughter, Sammi.
Sammi was Anna’s kid from a previous relationship. Just like her mother, Sammi was smoking hot—and god damn she knew it. She was only eighteen, but already her ego was out of control. She was well aware that every guy she met wanted to fuck her, and she took full advantage of it. I lost count of the number of male “friends” who seemed to follow her about everywhere, each of them so desperate to sleep with her that they did everything she said.
I knew that Anna’s impromptu visit must be about Sammi, and, sure enough, I was right.
“You need to discipline that girl!” Anna said. “She was out all night again—she didn’t come home until three this morning!”
“She’s your daughter,” I said.
“Yours too!” Anna shot bad.
“No, she’s my stepdaughter,” I corrected her. “She’s got a father, can’t he discipline her?”
Sammi’s father was Asian, like her mothe
r, and had moved to Europe shortly after she was born. To compensate for never seeing his daughter, he sent Sammi endless gifts and money—which just made her even more of a spoiled brat.
“You know he can’t,” Anna said. “Anyway, Sammi looks up to you. She calls you ‘Daddy’”.
Truth be told, Sammi only called me that when she wanted something. Daddy, can you lend me some money? Daddy, can I borrow your car? Most of the time she just yelled and me and told me to go fuck myself.
A shiver ran down my spine: I could feel Janet’s lips kiss my pelvis. She’d finally managed to deepthroat me, and it felt amazing.
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.
“Nothing, just my knee acting up.”
Janet was really going to town now, bobbing her head up and down like a yo yo. I felt my balls begin to throb.
“Anyway,” Anna went on, “you’ll have the whole weekend to talk to Sammi about this while I’m away at my conference.”
“Of course,” I said, trying my best to look like I was concentrating, when all I could think about was the girl throat fucking my cock like a porn star under the desk.
“I want you to make sure she stays in the whole weekend,” Anna said. “She has revision to do, and I’m not having her out partying!”
“No worries,” I said. Fuck, my balls were bursting now. Any moment now I was going to blow my load.
“You sure you’re alright?” Anna asked “You keep making funny faces. Do you want me to have a look at that knee?”
“No!” I said. “No, it’s fine, honestly.”
FUCK—I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I spurted the contents of my balls into Janet’s mouth. I gave my wife a smile, trying my best to look like I wasn’t in the middle of ejaculating down a twenty-something’s gullet.
“Anyway,” I said, “I’ve got a lot to finish up here. I’ll see you after work.”
Anna scowled, and stood up.
“Make sure you discipline Sammi,” she said.
“I will,” I whimpered, as Janet continued to suck me dry. “Love you.”
My wife left, and I let out a big sigh.
“Fuuuuck…” I groaned.
Janet pulled her lips off my cock. Her mouth was full, her cheeks bulging She took a big swallow, then smiled up at me.