by JB Duvane
I gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart—slowly at first, but then with more force as my hands moved up to her thighs. When my hands reached the space just below her pussy lips, I pushed Ashley’s legs apart as far as they would go, then up into the air. Then I eased myself on top of her so that her feet rested on my shoulders.
My eyes didn’t leave hers as I moved the head of my cock in circles around her opening, sliding around and around in the juices that told me how much she wanted me. Her lower lip quivered in anticipation of my cock entering her again.
“Are you ready for me, little sweet pea?” I smiled down at her, desperate to feel that tightness around my cock.
“I’ve always been ready for you,” she whispered.
With those words ringing in my ears I slid my cock inside her, causing her to gasp. Ashley’s eyes grew wide, but she was just experiencing the beginning—barely one-quarter of my full length. I eased myself back, but then thrust in again with a bit more force. Ashley yelled out as she gripped my thighs with her hands and threw her head back. Her eyes closed for a moment, but opened up again each time I pulled back.
“You like that?” I said, glancing down to watch almost my entire cock disappear inside those pussy lips that were stretched tight around me. “You like taking my massive cock like a hungry little slut?”
“Oh God, yes!” she gasped, her eyes filling with that incredible look of pleasure and surprise. “I want all of you inside me, Drake!”
I put all my weight on my hands, bending her legs even closer to her chest while I lowered myself to her, and drove myself in. I could feel myself bottoming out inside Ashley’s pussy, and I could hear the slaps of my thighs hitting her ass. I watched as her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide, her head turning to the side and grinding back into the pillow. She was coming.
When I felt the muscles of her vagina tighten around my cock even more, I lost all sense of anything else around me—except Ashley’s body and mine. She was surrounding me. Not just her pussy around my throbbing cock, but her entire being. As my orgasm spread through my body I felt enveloped by her entire being. There were no arms or legs, just a feeling of utter warmth and perfection surrounding me that was inherently Ashley.
When I felt the last shudder of my cock I opened my eyes and there she was, looking up at me again. I let Ashley’s legs fall down to the mattress, but I stayed inside her. I couldn’t bear the thought of pulling out of that warm space, so I gripped her ass and turned her on her side while I reclined next to her. She wrapped one leg around my hip to keep herself anchored to me.
“I just can’t believe it.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’re here! I mean, I figured you had moved on, that you forgot about me.”
“Well, I did move on, but from my old life. I left it all behind.”
“Really? How?”
“I just did it. Your attitude had a lot to do with it.”
“What attitude?”
“When you talked about being free. I realized after you left that I hadn’t felt free in a long time. My life had become a long string of one responsibility after another. Things I thought I wanted at the time, but ultimately wound up making me feel trapped.”
“You mean your job?”
“Yes, my job … and my marriage. I left everything behind. Even my car.”
“I’m sorry, Drake. That must have been hard.”
“At first it was. But once I made the decision … when I finally realized what I wanted my life to look like … it wasn’t hard at all. I don’t want to wind up like my wife, trapped in my own grief, or her father, trapped in his ideas of how he thinks his life, and everyone else’s, should look. Or my brother.”
“I’m glad.”
“About what?”
“That you made the decision that you did. That you’re here. You seem really happy.”
“I am,” I said, kissing Ashley’s forehead. “And I’m glad too. So what have you been doing with yourself. I hope you’re not spending all your time in this depressing room.”
“No, I’m usually just here in the evenings. During the days I like to walk on the beach and explore a little. I started collecting some shells and things that I find on the beach and I’ve been putting them together. Just for fun.”
“What do you mean, like art?”
“Yeah, kinda. Little houses with shells and pretty rocks and things for furniture and the structure. It’s just a silly hobby.”
I looked on her bedside table and gestured to an incredibly small house that was sitting there. It could have fit in the palm of my hand. “Like that?”
“Yeah, that’s my most recent house. It’s got a little family of mice inside. They’re all made out of painted shells.”
I picked up the house and looked inside the windows. “This is really amazing, Ashley. I can’t believe you made this. It’s all so small.”
“I used a really fine brush for the details. It was fun.”
“You should sell these. You’re really talented.”
“Thank you! I’ve thought about it. I’ve also been writing, too. Mostly short stories, but I’ve started a longer one recently.”
“I absolutely want to read everything.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. I’d like to take some time off for a while. Maybe just spend my days on the beach, like you.”
“That sounds nice,” Ashley said, snuggling up to me. “I think you’ll look good on the beach.”
“Oh really?” I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. I do know one thing though. Whatever I wind up doing, I want it to be with you.”
I watched Ashley’s blue eyes sparkle again as I lowered my lips to hers, then wrapped my arms around her and drifted, knowing that my life was now perfectly my own.
Freedom (Ashley - Epilog)
“Anything good today?”
Drake sauntered up the wooden walkway that led to our tiny beach house. I loved watching him move, especially now that he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. He threw some envelopes on the patio table, then opened up a large manila envelope that he held in his hand.
“Looks like it’s from my attorney.”
I watched him slide down into one of the upholstered patio chairs that sat in the shade of a large umbrella. The afternoon sun was always a bit hotter than either of us liked, so we usually spent them out here, looking out on the white beach just behind our beach house. We stayed in a really nice hotel for a while after Drake came down to stay, but eventually he bought a small beach house for the two of us. He put it in my name so that it wouldn’t be considered his property, because he knew that he was eventually going to split up with his wife.
“Samantha signed the papers,” he said as he dropped them back into the envelope and threw it onto the table. “The divorce is final.”
“So she agreed to everything?”
“Looks like it. She keeps pretty much everything anyway, except our joint accounts are going to be split fifty-fifty. That means a cool million for us.”
I jumped up and got into Drake’s lap. “That’s so great! I’m glad she was so nice about everything.”
“Me too. I have to wonder if it was me she didn’t want to come back to when she was in the hospital. She’s been out for a while now. Went back to the house not long after I left.”
“I can’t even imagine anyone not wanting to be around you,” I said, lowering my lips to his.
“Well, you didn’t know me when I was an ambitious academic. I think, for the most part, Samantha got the short end of the stick.”
“Not from what I’ve seen,” I said with a grin.
“Does someone need a spanking?”
“Maybe.”
I squealed as Drake turned me over onto his lap, then kicked my feet when he pulled my tiny, white shorts down. I felt his cock immediately straining his pants under my stomach and knew exactly what he wante
d.
After we moved into this beach house, Drake and I finally had time to be alone together, like I had imagined we would be back at his old house. But this place was so much better. It reminded me a lot of the vacation house where I watched him through the french doors. It wasn’t as big, just a master bedroom and a spare bedroom that we both used as an office, but it had the same beach house feel—with tons of windows and a weathered exterior.
I could stay here with Drake forever. I had my writing and the little shell houses that I made and sold online, as well as jewelry and whatever else I became excited about. We would spend a lot of mornings and evenings walking on the beach, and when the sun was the hottest, we’d stay on the patio or head inside to the bedroom.
In the very beginning, Drake seemed like he didn’t want to scare me by telling me the things he wanted. But eventually—after a lot of prodding and assurance from me—he accepted that I was just as filthy as I’d always said I was. I was willing to try anything and we found that we both wanted a lot of the same things.
He told me that he really loved having me with him—really with him instead of through the computer—that it was a dream come true, but that he still thought about watching me. He confessed to me that he had actually set up some hidden cameras in my room before I got to college, and he used to watch me all the time, even when I wasn’t masturbating.
He said he fantasized about watching me again, only he wanted to do it so that I knew about it. He didn’t want to break my confidence in any way ever again. I told him that the idea really excited me and he set up a few hidden cameras around the house. He only turned them on occasionally, but when he did, it almost felt like I was camming again. Only without the burnout and the other creepy men. I loved it.
I would masturbate for him on camera sometimes, and other times he would just watch me making my teeny houses or jewelry.
What he was about to do now, well, that’s another thing we finally got around to. The first time I’d ever seen his cock was in that picture of him fucking his wife in the ass. It was an image that I just couldn’t get out of my head. That enormous cock of his squeezing into his wife’s tight asshole.
He told me it would take work to get to the point where he could fuck me there without causing me too much pain. I told him I would do anything it took. I was more than ready to take him in my ass.
Drake picked me up off his lap and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into the beach house and throwing me on the bed in our bedroom. I couldn’t stop squealing because, even though I was looking forward to what was coming, I was always a little nervous just before.
I was on my stomach on the bed and felt Drake’s hands pull my shorts the rest of the way off.
“Take your shirt off, Ashley.” I did as he told me, pulling my tank top up over my head so that I was completely naked in front of him.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?”
“I think so,” I replied. At least I hoped I did.
“I think you know that I don’t need any reason at all to punish you. And right now I’m going to spank that ass of yours because I know it needs it. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir. I agree. I need to be punished.”
“Then, after I spank your ass I’m going to slide my cock around in your hot juices. I’m going to get it ready and then do you know what I’m going to do?”
“You’re going to fuck me in the ass,” I said, my voice shaking a little at the end.
“That’s right. I’m going to squeeze this massive hard-on that I’m holding in my hand into that tight little hole of yours. And then do you know what’s going to happen?”
I paused for a moment before answering. “I’m going to show you.”
“Show me what?”
“I’m going to show you how much I want to come for you.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said, punctuating his words with a hard slap that made me gasp.
I felt Drake kneel down on the end of the bed, where my ass was, and I wailed as each blow came down. At one point he spread my legs apart and told me to arch my back. I did what he told me to do and felt his fingers pull me apart. I knew that he was looking at me, at how turned on I was by the punishment.
After thirty spankings, a new record, I felt him get on the bed in between my legs. My ass burned in the most incredible way, with the pain translating to electric tingles that oozed down to my wet pussy. I was more than ready for him. I felt the head of his cock slide around in a frenzy in my wetness while his fingers opened me up, exploring me and examining their handiwork. The next thing I felt was the bulbous head of his massive cock entering my asshole.
I gripped the comforter underneath me and pushed my ass up toward him, and when the head finally made it past the tightest part, I let out a loud groan. As Drake eased himself into me, my mouth stayed wide open, but nothing came out. I just closed my eyes and allowed the slow burn to melt into me and spread.
Drake was on me now, pumping in and out of me like an animal while I screamed out with each thrust. I was completely overwhelmed with the intensity of the massive cock slamming into me. I slid my right hand down along my stomach until I reached my clit, then used my own lubrication on myself. I slid my fingers around over the top of my clit, dipping them into my pussy hole every few seconds to keep everything slippery. And all the while, Drake continued to pound into me, my entire body shaking and jerking with each powerful thrust.
I felt myself start to come and I pushed my ass up even higher in the air. I loved the feeling of being opened up to Drake like that, giving him complete control of my asshole. When the orgasm ripped through me I heard Drake, and those sounds resonated throughout my entire body. I knew I was tightening around his cock and I knew what that did to him. I could tell by the moans that came out of him that he was having an incredibly intense orgasm. That’s the way it was when I came while he fucked my ass. The contractions massaged his orgasming cock, heightening the sensations and milking every last drop out of him.
I loved the sounds that he made. It was almost as if I could have come myself just from listening to him. I just couldn’t imagine my life without him. He was everything I ever wanted and more. I think maybe having his freedom changed him because even though he still had that intensity that drew me to him, he was also so laid back and fun. Even his punishments became more laid back, and usually involved me running around naked, doing the things I wanted to do while he watched. Which was something I knew that I would never get tired of—knowing that he was watching me and knowing how much he loved it.
I felt so lucky every single day, knowing that we had found each other. That I was Drake’s little sweet pea and his filthy little slut, and always would be.
The End
Dirty Daughter (Bonus Novel)
Dirty Daughter
by JB Duvane
© 2016 JB Duvane
About Dirty Daughter
For the last eight years Dr. Max has been my mother's psychologist ... and her lover. But now that she's out of the way I'm going to make him mine.
Emily
All my mother ever did was use Max.
Trading her own pathetic version of love to get her prescription drug fix.
I saw the way he used to look at me.
I know he wants me.
I’m a woman now…
and that bitch is finally out of my way.
So I’m taking what’s mine.
Look out, Dr. Max…
I’m coming.
Max
My God, Emily looks just like her mother.
I can see the vulnerability in her eyes…
mixed with the womanly curves of her body.
That combination just about drives me out of my mind.
She thinks she’s playing me, just like her mother used to.
But Emily is in for a real surprise.
I know exactly what to do to make her all mine.
And once I get her to my secluded country e
state,
I’m going to keep her there with me …
and never let her leave.
Dirty Daughter
Home (Emily)
"You look cheap."
My mother eyed me up and down as I entered the dimly lit kitchen. It was two o'clock in the morning and I hadn't expected her to be awake. Given her habits, she was usually out cold by eleven, but tonight she sat hunched over at the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging from her lips, her right hand wrapped around a half-empty highball glass filled with what must have been straight vodka. The way she slurred her words made it obvious that the clear liquid wasn't water.
"How are you even awake?" I mumbled. I wasn't in the mood to fight. I had only been home from school for two days, and had gone out earlier so that I didn’t have to be there. Anything to keep me out of that house and away from her. Unfortunately, since I had been sent away to a boarding school in another state when I was twelve, I didn't have a single friend in the area. I didn’t even know how many of my grade school friends lived in the neighborhood anymore.
So I ended up just driving around on back roads for hours, listening to the radio and thinking about what I was going to do now that I was back in her house. But now I was tired and ready for bed, and of course my drunken bitch of a mother wanted to start a fight with me.
This was, in fact, the house I grew up in, but it didn’t feel like a home to me anymore. Not after everything that had happened in it. After the way she treated me. I didn't know how I was going to survive in this house with her now that I was graduated from school and had nowhere to go.
I hadn't applied to college at all. I knew it was stupid but I really didn’t see the point. I didn’t have the money for tuition and I knew she wasn’t going to pay for my school anymore. The only reason she paid for the boarding school was because she wanted me out of the house, and now that I was eighteen I’m sure she didn’t see me as her responsibility anymore.