I rocked slowly down on him as I sat up. I could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slowly spread me open. Letting out a soft gasp I closed my eyes. This was better than I’d ever fantasized, this was real, flesh and lust, passion.
“Please… Don’t stop. Ever.” I softly pleaded as his hips rocked me hard from below.
I could feel him growing tense as my own body began to vibrate.
“I’m not wearing a condom Katya, are you sure you want this?” Conner asked as he sweated with the effort of not cumming.
“Cum for me baby.” I cried, not wanting him to stop, and not worried about the consequences.
As the words left my mouth my body began to shake, images of a dark haired baby boy flashing through my brain. His baby, our baby.
“Make a baby inside of me Conner, cum for me.”
Conner's strong hips picked up the steam and in three rough thrusts our bodies were suddenly wracked with convulsions. Electricity exploded from the cock deep within me and down to my toes.
“Oh god,” I gasped as I felt him filling me with the last drops of his love. We were one now, and forever.
Punishing The Brat
At what point does a girl become a woman? I had always thought it was when the law called you an adult. But eighteen had come and went and I had remained the same. I was the typical, helpless, needy, selfish, and naïve girl I had been my entire life. It wasn’t until today, three years later that I was about to truly become a woman.
I stared silently at his muscular chest as he approached me. He’d warned me about my behavior, and he told me that I would be punished if I didn’t shape up. I always knew how to push his buttons, and when I reminded him that he wasn’t my real dad, it set him off. He’d lifted me up, right there in his office and put me over his knee. And he didn’t quit spanking me until I was begging him to stop. I told him I would do anything that he wanted, and suddenly his spanking stopped.
He flipped me with ease and placed me on his large mahogany desk. His eyes burned as he told me that I wasn’t to move, nor make a sound. When he left me in his office I thought about running out the door, but daddy had his limits, and I knew that I had already crossed the line. My body wasn’t willing to disobey him again, and as he came back into view, bare chested, my heart began to pound.
“What I want you to do, Brittany, is show daddy just how well you can take orders. Open your mouth.”
I took a deep breath, trembling as I slowly did as he said. I knew it was bad, but my entire body came to life with electricity and desire. I wanted him to take me any way he pleased, even if it meant giving up the virginity that I’d been guarding for oh so long.
“Yes daddy,” I whispered softly as my body obeyed.
It didn’t matter that the blouse cut perfectly down my chest and exposed just the right amount of cleavage. Nor did it matter that the red pencil skirt was exactly fitted to my curvy hips. I felt mortified by my reflection because he’d planned it all. I should have been impressed by the fact that everything was so perfect, right down to the exact fit on the tall black pumps. But instead, I was only annoyed.
I grabbed my purse, making my way to the door as my heels clacked loudly against the hardwood floor. Perhaps daddy was right. He’d spoiled me too much for my own good, but then, it had never been a problem before, and I didn’t understand why he’d been so upset when he’d seen the credit card bills.
My mother had remarried when I was just fifteen. We had always lived comfortably, my mother was a nurse and she did her best to give us all that we’d ever wanted or needed. But when she met Blake, it was different. He owned one of the biggest financial investment firms in all of Arizona, and he’d come to enjoy the finer things in life.
It wasn’t hard getting used to fancy cars and luxury, what was hard to get used to however, was his dictatorial style. He’d made it clear that I was to go to college from the moment that we’d moved in and he’d started to play the daddy role. I’d found it irritating; and reminded him as frequently as possible that he wasn’t my father and that he’d really no business trying to pretend to be.
When I’d started my last semester of high school he hounded me day in and day out, practically taking control of every free moment I had. He expected me to fill out at least one college application every week, as well as research and apply for every possible scholarship that each school had to offer. I hated him for it, but he’d been sure to remind me of the cute little corvette that I’d wanted so badly.
When he’d given me a credit card to help pay for school expenses, I’d used it for just that. I had rented a cute condo, furnished it with the most expensive furniture I could find, and basically lived like a queen. My grades had suffered, with the majority of my free time being spent in the gym or partying, but I never expected him to come down on my so hard. When he saw my 2.5 G.P.A. and that I was on academic probation, things changed.
He hadn’t said a word, but it wasn’t hard for me to get the picture when I’d tried to buy a five-dollar mocha and my card was declined. I’d tried the backup card he’d given me, but it too had been canceled. When I called him to let him know something was wrong, he just laughed and told me I’d better get used to it.
A month later I was back home, begging for a second chance, they couldn’t just cut me off. Daddy said he was happy to give me a second chance—as a secretary at his firm. He wouldn’t reinstate my credit cards. I would actually have to pretend to work for him.
As I stepped off the elevator and into the office I was impressed. Either daddy had good taste, or he’d had a wonderful decorator. Everything was deep mahogany, and the windows let in a soft light that made the room inviting. I could see the desk where I would be stationed. There was a tiny name placard there—Brittany Moss. I lifted it and traced the letters with my fingers. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be so bad working for daddy.
I sat down and felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Avery, a guy I had met three weeks ago. We’d been teasing one another on and off and things were starting to get hot between us. We hadn’t actually gone past first base, but maybe that was why it seemed so erotic when he would text me all the naughty things he wanted to do to me. He’d had to leave town not long after we’d met, and I’d come to see my mom the day after he got back. I hoped that he’d come down and see me, and I had sent him a photo of me in my work attire this morning.
“I’d like to peel that skirt right off your sexy hips.”
My fingers quickly found the buttons to reply, “what would you do once it was off?”
I was still a virgin, but I thought perhaps he was the one I’d like to take it. I felt my phone buzz again just as the door opened. I was surprised because it was daddy’s office. He stepped out, glistening with beads of perspiration.
“Oh good, you’re actually on time. I’ll need some coffee, I’ll have it with cream and sugar.”
I watched him as he walked to a little door and pulled it open. Apparently he kept a full closet of suits at the office. I had often wondered how daddy had kept in such good shape.
“You have a gym in your office?” I asked him curiously.
“I asked you to get me a coffee,” he replied firmly, walking back into his office and shutting the door tightly behind him.
‘What a jerk,’ I thought to myself as I got up and stomped to the elevator. I was wrong, it was going to be terrible working for him, but I wouldn’t let him have all the fun.
“I’ll take a coffee, decaf, black,” I smirked as I took the cup from the barista.
Walking back into the office I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face, and daddy eyed me strangely as he took the coffee from my tiny manicured fingers.
“Thank you.”
His hair was wet and he smelled fresh. I felt the phone buzz in my pocket again and daddies eyes flashed towards me.
“You won’t need that cellphone here. You can leave it on my desk.”
I squirmed uncomfortably. There was no way I was leavin
g my phone on his desk. “Oh, I’ll put it away sir,” I could feel my cheeks growing hot.
He nodded and went back to his business, taking a sip from the cup I’d given him. I felt my stomach ball up as his brows drew together and he looked up at me a second time. If it weren’t for the cellphone perhaps I’d have enjoyed this moment more.
“Really Brit?”
I feigned innocence. “What?”
“I said, a coffee with milk and sugar.” He threw the cup down at my feet, spilling the hot liquid over the perfectly buffed floor.
“Clean that up and then, get me what I asked for.”
I huffed, unable to believe just how childish he was acting about the entire thing. To think, I had nearly regretted giving him the wrong order. I grabbed a paper towel from the bathroom and stomped back into his office bending down and sopping up the mess. ‘How humiliating.’ I could feel his eyes on me as I worked, but I smiled and feigned complete ignorance of his attention. If he thought that treating me like a servant was acceptable, then I would make his day hell.
I went back to my desk, feeling my phone buzz again. I didn’t care that he’d told me to put my phone away, I took my time checking my messages.
“Well, once your skirt was off I’d slide my fingers down your bare bottom…”
“Then I’d lift you up and wrap your thighs around me.”
“And press my hard cock against your wetness…”
“Mmmm,” I softly moaned as I imagined Avery acting out each and every word.
“Really Brit, this just isn’t going to work out if you can’t even follow the most simple directions. No wonder you’re still looking for a job.”
His words cut deep, it wasn’t my fault, I hadn’t even been given a chance. Besides, playing daddy’s secretary wasn’t exactly something I was going to do to the best of my abilities. I didn’t care if he’d had his coffee, or if I wasted his time texting Avery.
His strong hand took mine and he pried the telephone from me as I clung to it.
“You’re going to make me break a nail!” I cried, practically begging him to stop his nonsense.
“Oh what a shame that would be Princess.” He easily lifted each finger, carefully avoiding my nails until he had the telephone in his own hands.
He lifted me easily and threw me down over his knee, spanking me like a child. I felt the sting each time his hand struck my behind, and as I tried to stop him, he pulled my skirt up and struck the bare skin beneath. I cried out for him to stop. I could feel the heat when he slapped my ass, and I was embarrassed by the sudden wave of pleasure that had invaded the place between my thighs.
“Please stop Daddy, I am sorry!” I cried.
“Now, what is it that is so important that you can’t even get a damn coffee?” He pressed the buttons with a swift intelligence of the technology, his eyes scanning the messages.
“Oh… I see.” He cleared his throat, silently staring at the telephone.
I felt so small, so utterly and completely exposed. My ass was still bared to him and I stared down at the floor, I’d wanted to shrivel up and disappear.
“What are you going to do with yourself Brit?” Daddy shook his head as he read the messages. “I gave you a chance to earn a living, and here you are trying to fuck someone on the clock. I’m not paying you to get wet Brittany…” His eyes grew dark and he was quiet.
Whatever was brewing within him seemed to have his full attention now, and I thought that perhaps I could just slither away unnoticed.
“Or perhaps… That’s exactly what I’m doing.” His hand dropped to the place between my thighs.
At first I thought he was going to pull my skirt down, but instead, he pulled it up higher around around my thighs and he pressed the thick meat of his thumb against my panties, the cell phone vibrated with a text in the exact moment that it touched me. I let out a loud gasp as Daddy’s hand began rubbing hard against my sex.
“Oh, another text, let’s see what it is this time.” I panted with shock and anticipation overwhelming me. I was in over my head, but the ache between my thighs screamed for more. I wanted him… I wanted Daddy.
He read the text aloud. ‘I’d tease you with my hard cock, making you beg for it. But I wouldn’t just give it to you, I’d make you suck it first…’ “How pathetic,” he growled.
His hand slid back up and to the wetness now brewing between my thighs. “Is that what you want? To suck a big fat cock?”
I stared at him wide-eyed. ‘Daddy’s cock.’ I shuddered with anticipation. It was so wrong, but the pressure of his hand against my sex was like nothing I’d ever felt. I wanted him to keep going, but my tongue was tied in a knot. I bit my lip and flexed my hips against him.
“If you’re not going to use your pouty little mouth to speak, then I guess you won’t mind if I use it to wet my cock.” His hands gripped my thick bottom he flipped me into the chair.
He gripped his belt and a second later his pants fell to the floor, exposing his rock hard shaft before me. I had never seen a cock a big and as thick as his. His hand grasped at my jaw and he lowered his lips to mine, locking our lips in a fiery kiss. I could taste him. His tongue dove into my mouth and skillfully twisted with my own. I could feel my pussy pulse with desire and naughty thoughts flashed through my head. His naked body, his thick cock plunging deep inside of me, the sound of him cumming.
His lips parted with mine, leaving me dazed for a moment as daddy sat back against the hard wooden desk. “Why don’t you use those pouty little lips on daddy’s cock?” His hand gripped the base of his thickness and he held himself out towards me. His eyes were locked on me, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks turning them red. Daddy wasn’t going to let me change my mind, and as his freehand wrapped the base of my hair around his fingers, I let out a whimper. His hand gripped tighter and he pulled me forward, his thick red cock pulsating.
He paused as my lower lip touched him. I felt his body tremor. It was now or never, and Daddy wanted it…now. I slowly let my lips part, tasting the salt of his thick long rod as it touched the tip of my tongue.
“That’s right, you suck on that, and when I’m satisfied with the job, I’m going to fuck you, hard and raw.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I thought reading Avery’s texts was dirty, but it was so much hotter hearing in person… and from him. I slid my lips down around his thick shaft, my fingers sliding between my legs as I began to suck on him. I’d done it before, but Daddy was so much bigger than my old boyfriend and I really had to stretch my lips wide to let him in. I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, paying close attention to the little ridge.
“I might give you a raise if you’re going to work that hard.” He pulled my head forward, plunging his cock deeper into my tiny little mouth.
I whimpered loudly as he thrust, my own fingers rubbing circles into my clit now. My body was fighting the urge to gag, but Daddy wanted it deeper. His cock pressed harder with each slow thrust. My eyes were beginning water. I could feel the mascara running down my cheeks, and I could feel his eyes on me as he moaned with desire. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth with a loud pop as the suction was broken at my lips.
He didn’t say a word, instead reaching for my sides and leaving electricity in the wake of his touch. Daddy grabbed my shirt and tore it open, exposing my perky, bare breasts. I bit my lip, looking him in the eye for the first time. He was staring down at me with a look of both hunger and awe. Taking in my body like slowly, and for the first time.
“You know Brittany, I’ve wanted this since the very first time I saw you… Do you remember? It was your birthday party, and your mother invited me over for the first time.”
My mind flashed back to the day, mother had thrown me a surprise party and invited all of my best girlfriends. We’d been swimming when he showed up. Mom had always been secretive, so it was really no surprise to me when a week later she told me we were moving in with Blake.
“You were wearing that little red bat
hing suit,” he continued. “You remember, the one that was far too small for your developing body.” His lips turned up in a grin. “I remember finding it the next morning hung up to dry in the shower. You have no idea how hard it made me smelling the juices of your hungry little pussy.”
Was it true? Had he really wanted me all this time and never let on? I wasn’t as if I’d never fantasized about fucking Blake, but he was my mother’s, and there are some lines that you just don’t cross. But now, with mom out of the picture, would it really be wrong if he wanted to be with me?
“You mean, this hungry little pussy?” I whispered softly, pressing my hips wide as I spread the light pink lips wide for him.
“God damn it Brittany.”
Blake dropped to the floor, his hands pressing my thighs wide against the black leather chair. His lips encircled my clit, making me yelp as he sucked me into his wet, hot mouth. My body arched back against his touch.
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