by Lulu Pratt
Hung like a Donkey: Ooo, listen to the big man, how u going to do that?
Ox Man: I have my ways, cocksucker, want to test me?
“This is fucking weird,” I say, staring at the screen.
“Are there more?”
“Let’s see,” I say and click into another video.
Hung like a Donkey: Go get some so u know what you’re saying
Ox Man: The only thing you know is the palm of your hand.
Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u
Ox Man: Touchy. Keep on dreaming about fucking someone one day
Hung like a Donkey: Fuck u
Ox Man: Fuck off out of here and leave Avery alone
Melissa Chick: Yeah, what Ox Man said. Move along, little man
This is weird. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. At least I have fans who’ll defend me.
“Are you Ox Man?” I ask.
“Fuck that shit. I’d be Vixen or Black Widow or something. Is it you?”
“No. No, no, no. I don’t do that kind of stuff.”
“The internet is weird,” Darla says, and shuts the lid. “But forget about it, it’ll all get taken down soon anyway.”
“I know.”
“Right now we have bigger issues, like getting that hottie out there in your bed. Let me babysit the kid tonight, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“She’s not my daughter, it isn’t up to me,” I say, laughing.
“Do you think we can convince Knox?”
“I don’t know, he’s pretty protective of her.”
“We’ll just have to convince him. It shouldn’t be too hard, go put on a tighter top.”
“Wait. We might have an easier chance if you can win Piper over first. Then she’ll beg her dad to let you babysit.”
“Fine by me.”
“Wait. We’re going to need a reason he’s going out, and I can’t babysit.”
“Fuck this shit, this is like being in middle school.”
Before I can react to her outburst, Darla stands and storms out of my house. My heart races as I stand and chase her.
She hustles straight into Knox’s garage.
“Hey,” she barks at Knox, drawing his attention.
His face falls, and his lips tighten as he glares at her. Maybe this is a bad idea. Darla keeps going until she’s standing next to him, and I race up beside her, placing myself between them. Close enough that Knox’s manly scent engulfs me.
He looks at us like we’re unwelcome door-to-door salesmen.
“We were thinking,” I start, “that Darla can babysit Piper.”
“What for?” he says.
“So you two can fuck, obviously,” Darla says.
Knox’s eyes bore into Darla like lasers. I glare at her, willing her to shut up. I position my body between Knox and Darla, drawing his attention to me.
“Tonight. Darla can babysit, and you can come over.”
My cheeks flush. Darla is the forward one, not me. This is out of character, and I’m not all that comfortable with it, but I have needs in the form of a burning desire between my legs.
Knox looks at the ceiling of the garage, either deliberating or figuring out how to tell us to get lost. I’ve got nothing to lose now.
I hold his arm, go up on my toes, lower my voice and say, “I’ll wear the blue blouse.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows my words.
Knox leans, and growls “Didn’t I satisfy you enough this morning?”
Still on my toes and holding his arm, I lean my other hand on his chest and say, “Maybe. Maybe I didn’t get the chance to scratch your itch.” I bring my lips closer to him, “And I’d really like to scratch your itch.”
Dropping off my toes, I can’t believe I just said that. Or did that. Or want him so bad.
Darla asks with a smile, “What happened before I got here this morning?”
Shit, I forgot she was here.
Knox
At eight on the dot, the doorbell rings. Piper bounces to the door, the way she’s been bouncing around all afternoon. I should’ve sent her to school, instead of agreeing to this arrangement.
I’m a couple feet away from the front door, when Piper flings it open to reveal Darla standing there.
“Hey Darla, where’s Avery?” Piper says, peering her head out the door.
“You know what, she’s really sick in bed.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, I think it’s food poisoning or something. But don’t worry, we’re still going to have lots of fun, just like we talked about this afternoon,” Darla says.
As part of the agreement after the discussion in the garage, Avery and Darla spent the afternoon hanging out with Piper, so Piper would feel comfortable with Darla.
“Well, I have to get going, have fun you two,” I say.
“You smell nice, dad. Is that the cologne I gave you for your birthday?” Piper asks as I pass her to get to the door.
“Yep,” I say, not stopping. It’s been sitting on the bathroom shelf since she gave it to me, ignored. When I stepped out the shower tonight, I saw it and put a bit on. Along with a fresh pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that might be considered a size too small.
“You never wear it. I’m glad you finally are. It’s really nice…” she says as I walk out the door. I pull the door shut behind me, while she’s still talking.
Darla had better get her away from the door and windows, so she can’t see where I’m going. I’m still not convinced this is a good idea with her home. I wait at the corner of my house for a minute, to give Darla time. I wanted to wait two minutes, but can’t. Not when I’m this fucking close.
I ring Avery’s doorbell, and the door opens as if she’s been standing on the other side waiting.
Before Piper can see, I rush inside and Avery shuts the door.
We stand in her little foyer without speaking, eying each other. My eyes rake over her, my breathing heavy. As promised, she’s wearing the blue blouse. Instead of pants, she’s got on a short, black skirt that’s tight. Very tight, it clings to the curves of her hips, and I fight the urge to spin her around to get a good look of her ass in it.
When I finish surveying her, our eyes lock and I step closer to her. She smells as amazing as she looks, clean and sweet like orange blossoms. I pull her into my arms and fight the urge to nail her against the wall right here by her front door. I have to remember I get to take my time tonight.
Holding her tight and meshing my fingers through her hair, I put my lips to her ear and say, “Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.”
“You look good,” she says, her voice pure sultriness, though I detect a slight quiver.
“I’m glad you wore the blouse.”
“And the thong,” she says.
“Good, I can’t wait to tear it off you.”
Avery swallows, and I can’t wait any longer. Gripping her head, I crush my lips against hers. Her soft, full lips on mine springs my cock to life. We explore each other’s mouths with need.
Still holding her silky hair, my other hand travels down the curve of her back to her ass. I squeeze it, and a light moan comes from her throat. I squeeze it tighter, wanting the fabric gone between it and my hand gone.
Her hands explore my arms and slide between the tight fabric of my t-shirt and my body. Each one of her fingers leaves a trail of sparks on my skin.
I break our kiss, and move my lips over the softness of her cheek and neck. My cock fucking hurts from straining against my jeans, and I need to get them off before it breaks.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I say and release her.
With her hand in mine, I lead her up the stairs of her own house. I’ve been here many times to help Mrs Coupland with maintenance stuff, and head straight into the bedroom at the top of the stairs, the one Avery’s always sitting in the window at. Apparently masturbating to me as I work.
“No, not this one,” she says as I enter the room and flick on the light.
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p; It’s the one in her new videos, decorated like a fucking boudoir.
“Yes, definitely this one,” I say, tightening my grip on her hand as I march into the room.
My eyes flick around, the back wall is never shown in the videos. Lighting on wheels is pushed into the corner. The wall is covered in shelves stacked with shit in its packaging. A closer look and they’re all sex stuff. I know from her videos all about the products she vlogs about, and I assume those are them.
Beside the shelves is a rack of clothes. Fuck me, it’s all lingerie. A man could get lost in this room and never come out.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Avery says, tugging me towards the door.
She can’t budge me. I yank her into my arms again.
“What’s wrong with this room? Because that bed looks pretty fucking inviting,” I ask, knowing she won’t tell.
“It’s not as comfortable as the one in the other room, is all.”
“Who fucking cares,” I say and lock my mouth on hers.
Avery protests for a second, before relaxing into me. Our tongues clash, fueling me with more and more need. She moans, the sound making my cock even harder.
She scoops her hand under my shirt, and I break the kiss to pull it off over my head.
“Damn,” she says, her eyes wide as she traces my tattoos and my muscles with her fingers.
I’m eager to rip her clothes off, to expose whatever lingerie from that rack she may have on underneath, but not before I watch her suck my cock in that blue blouse.
Still standing in the middle of the room, I push down on her shoulders. Avery doesn’t resist. She takes the hint and drops to her knees like she wants it as bad as I do.
My cock strains at my jeans, and she takes no time in popping the button and unzipping the fly. Avery tugs them down, until the waistband is around my thighs and out of her way.
She does the same with my boxers, and my cock springs free.
Avery gasps as she sees it for the first time. Most women do, given my huge size.
She takes my cock in her hand and rubs along the shaft. I groan a little and throw my head back. Her tongue connects with my shaft, and this time I gasp. She drags her tongue from my balls to my head, circling it around as she reaches the head.
My back tenses, throwing my head back again. I quickly look back down, so I don’t miss a second of her lips on me.
While she continues to lick up and down my shaft, she cups my sack with her hand and fondles my balls. Still holding my balls, she clamps her mouth over the head of my cock, her tongue flicking as she draws it further into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl at the view. It’s everything I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks, and it feels a billion times better than I’d ever imagined.
To counter the tingling rushing up and down my back, I widen my stance and rest my hands on her head for support.
“Stop,” I say. If she keeps going, I’m going to give her a mouthful. And I want to see her naked before that happens.
Avery
“But,” I say in protest.
I’m on my knees, and eye level with the most glorious cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. Or tasted. Having him in my mouth sent a rush of heat to my pussy, flooding my walls.
God, he tastes good. I open my mouth and lean forward, determined to get it back in my mouth, but Knox yanks me up by my shoulders.
“I was enjoying that,” I say.
“So was I. Too much,” he says, his voice rough.
Knox tugs at my top, and I pull it off over my head, exposing my bra. It’s another lace one, this one red with a matching g-string. There’s barely anything to the bra itself, and my tits spill out of it.
His eyes pop, and he exhales sharply.
“If I’d known what was under that blouse, I would’ve ripped it off when I stepped through the door.”
The words wash over me, racing my heart. I’m relieved to know he likes my body as much as I like his. It’s nervous hooking up with a guy you already know has a perfect body, I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
He draws me into him, his right hand wedged between us, holding my left breast. Our upper bodies are pressed tight against each other. My body is already flaming from him, but the skin contact ignites it further, turning me into a volcano of lust.
Knox pushes his fingers inside the waistband of my skirt. I undo it, and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the g-string.
I step back to grab his jeans and push them further down his sculpted legs. Before I get to his knees, he wraps his finger in the string and yanks. The panties tear away, leaving me in only my bra.
“Better,” he says, and lifts me in his arms.
He drops me on the worn-out mattress, because I’d never intended for it to be anything other than background dressing. I sink into the worn-out bed and Knox climbs on after me, kicking off his jeans and underwear.
Our mouths find each other for a moment, before Knox’s firm lips trail down my neck and over my collarbone. With a finger, he pulls both cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts and he grunts in approval.
I moan as he kisses over them, moving between my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. With my leg, I rub against his rock-hard cock.
Knox props himself beside me, his hand rushing over my body until it reaches my mound. Without pause, two thick fingers push straight into my walls, which are slick with want. Without any attempt to be gentle, he rams them into me over and over while his thumb rubs against my clit.
I can’t stop moaning and squealing. The noises I’m making embarrass me, but I can’t help myself. It’s too intense, and I’m all too aware of Knox’s head hovering over me, his intense eyes burning into my face and over my body.
Every last inch of my body tingles.
“I’m going to come,” I blurt, my voice a breathy whisper.
Knox yanks his hand away, kisses my forehead and says with a smile, “Not yet.”
He fights the worn-out mattress and moves to the end of the bed. My body still tingles and buzzes. Not even trying to understand what just happened, my eyes vacantly watch him take a condom from his jeans and roll it on.
In moments, he moves his body between my legs and kisses over me. His tip is against my mound, pushing through my lips until it finds my entrance.
Our eyes find each other’s, and lock together with an intensity almost too difficult to bear. But for some reason, all the nervousness I’d had when he arrived tonight melt away.
Still holding my eye contact, he slowly enters me, his large cock stretches and fills me in ways Nathan’s never did.
He gives me a quick, open-mouthed kiss and begins to move in me, still taking his time. I swallow, still not quite believing this is happening. It doesn’t take long before I’m on the verge of tipping over again.
I can’t stop moaning. Each slow thrust forces a squeal from me. My breath is ragged.
“Not yet,” Knox says, and pulls out of me.
Holding me, he rolls us both over until I’m straddling him. He pulls me flat against him, and undoes my bra, pulls it off and tosses it away.
“I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me,” he says as he pushes me upright.
He positions his cock at my entrance, and I lower myself onto him. Sparks fly through my insides as I let my weight sink onto him, bringing him deeper into me than before. It almost hurts, it’s in so deep, but somehow it’s pure bliss.
Even though he’s on the bottom, Knox pulses his hips and my body bounces. A smile springs onto his face as my tits jiggle and shake. He keeps bouncing me, and soon I’m back to squealing. My walls spasm more and more.
And with his hands on my ass, he yanks me off him. I moan in protest, but his hands sweep me along, until I’m sitting on his face. His tongue roves through my folds and zeroes in on my clit.
I’ve never done this before, I don’t want to suffocate him. Knox’s hands are firm on my ass, and hold my weight. Unable to hold my torso upright, I
lean onto the heavy headboard.
Knox’s tongue slides between my clit and entrance. The tingles shooting up my back and down my legs are overwhelming, but I’m determined not to make any noises. Or at least as few noises as I can. I don’t want him to stop this. Ever. Why does being on top make it more intense?
He slides his one arm across my ass, so I’m resting on his forearm. With his other hand, he moves straight to my pussy, and two of his thick fingers straight into my entrance. Knox sucks my clit into his mouth and massages it with his tongue.
With something for my walls to clamp around, my pussy spasms, sending a shockwave up my back and neck, straight to my brain. I scream and slump hard against the headboard as his fingers continue to move in me, and his mouth continues to attack my clit.
I dissolve, and he has to remove his fingers from me to grab my upper body and stop me from falling to the side.
Pulling me down and flipping me over, I’m on my back again, my pussy still spasming and waves still rushing through my body. Knox is over me, the muscles of his broad shoulder tense. I want to kiss them, to feel their hardness with my tongue, but I can’t. I’ve sunk into the mattress and am trapped.
The tip of his cock is at my entrance again, and this time as he enters me I feel relief, relief for having something for my walls to grip. He begins to move in me, sending a burst of tingles through my chest. He rest his head against mine, so our cheeks are touching and our mouths are near each other’s ears.
His voice low, he says, “Talk to me.”
Knox
“Your body is unreal, you should be on the pages of Playgirl,” Avery says, her voice somehow even huskier and more sultry than normal. She pauses, and says, “You were right, you really know what you’re doing.”
“Stop trying so hard.”
I don’t know what I want her to say, but I don’t need false flattery. I just want to hear her talk.
Avery swallows hard, and I move a little faster in her. My cock has never been so happy. It’s so much better to be able to take my time than it is to bend a nameless woman over my car for a quick fuck.
“I wasn’t,” she whispers.
“I thought you didn’t approve of me,” I tease, pressing my cheek a little harder against hers.
“I most definitely approve of this. You’re some kind of dream.”