Simmer, Boil, Burn, Embers: (A Bundle of Tori Nichols' Sexy Tales!)
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“I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” she said flatly. It took her all to stand up to him, making sure her eyes didn’t avert from his. Finally, not being able to take the silent accusatory interrogation anymore, she stood and ran back to her room where she dressed quickly and left before he could say another word to her.
Tori wiped the tears stinging her eyes as she drove blindly. She finally pulled into a restaurant and bar at the center of town. The place was familiar to her; she and Con had shared burgers and fries at the little place that tried to pretend to be a dive, but was too clean and well run. She checked her face in the rearview mirror, trying to will away the evidence of her tears before going inside.
As if the hostess knew she didn’t want to be seen, she seated Tori in a partially lit booth at the back of the restaurant. She sat alone, her fury at Dagen growing. How had he found out about her IUD? Why was it such a big deal to him? Did he think she was too young to be having sex? She was almost 19!
Not hungry and quietly raging that she was too young to order a stiff drink, Tori nursed an iced tea while nibbling at tortilla chips and salsa.
As she sat trying to calm down, she was able to answer her own questions about Dagen. She covered by his health insurance; he was the managing partner of the firm. Despite laws designed to protect patient privacy, nothing could keep him from getting her medical details. Perhaps he was angry at the thought of her having sex because he still saw her as a child.
“Tor? Oh my God, it is you.”
A familiar voice stopped her train of thought. Con was standing before her, handsome as ever. She sucked in her breath, both startled and turned on.
He took a seat across from her in the booth. She could see he was searching for words. They hadn’t spoken since she’d left for college months earlier. There had been no letters, no calls, nothing. Through infrequent conversations with her mother, Tori learned he was working with his father’s successful home health care business and taking a few entrepreneurship courses locally.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Con finally said, his eyes searching hers for any semblance of recognition for what they’d shared.
Tori burst into tears.
Con helped her to her feet.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk,” he said gently.
The pair stepped into the night air. Cold rain was beginning to lightly fall.
“I’m sorry,” Tori finally said. Con led her to his car, putting her into the passenger seat.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. What’s going on?” Con asked as he sat in the driver’s seat. He reached over and squeezed her hand.
For the first time in a long time, Tori felt a spark of affection and familiarity. The numbness she’d felt, the hard exterior she’d built around her heart dissipated with his touch.
Tori leaned and kissed her friend deeply as though trying to make up for all she’d done. She climbed over to him, straddling his lap so she could kiss him harder.
“Tor, whoa,” Con whispered. “Slow down.”
She ignored him, clutching for his belt, unbuckling it and tugging down his zipper. His firm cock bounded from his underwear. He stopped trying to get her to slow down, only whispering, “Are you sure?”
Tori didn’t answer. She pushed her own jeans down, tucking her knees up on either side of him on the driver’s seat. Driving her tongue into his mouth, she plunged down on his stiff dick, taking him all in.
Con gripped her ass, kneading her hot flesh as she slid on him.
“Oh God,” she groaned softly as she rode him. She realized how much she missed the feel of him inside her. She didn’t wince at the biting pain that came from not having made love in a long time or the pulsing ache that knotted her opening as she forced herself down on his thick shaft.
The soft rain turned into a drenching curtain, veiling their amorous exertions.
“Tori…” he panted as he licked her slender neck. He held onto her as welcome eruption rocked his body. He grunted and thrust greedily as he filled her, holding her close as he forced her to cry out, her vaginal muscles clinching his throbbing penis.
As the two of them came down from their mutual orgasm, Tori pushed her rich black curls from her face. She moved on Con’s dick, slowly, savoring the feeling of milking him dry. His cum was beginning to leak from her onto his thick mass of pubic hair.
Tori pulled off him, sheepish. She reached over and grabbed her panties and jeans from the driver’s side floor.
“You don’t have to leave,” Con told her as he watched her quickly dress.
“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done it,” Tori said.
“Would you stop it with that? Why won’t you talk to me?” Con demanded. She looked at him, leaning to kiss him one last time.
“I’ve got to go,” she said, exiting the car. She slammed the door as he protested.
Tori stood under the torrid shower spray, desperate to get Con’s scent off her skin. It was best to forget about what she’d done and think about getting out of town as fast as she could.
When she emerged from the shower, Dagen was waiting for her.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked, startled by his presence. Dagen never came into her bedroom. She pulled her towel tighter around her lithe body.
“We aren’t done talking,” he said. He was sitting on the corner of her bed in nothing but a pair of dark blue pajama pants. His strong bronze chest had a fine smattering of sandy curls across it. Tori wondered if he tanned shirtless. She’d never seen him in anything other than a suit or business casual wear.
“I told you what I did or didn’t do over the summer is none of your business,” Tori said darkly. Her heart was pounding as she stood vulnerable her bath towel. Her skin and hair was still damp.
He stood, firmly taking her by her bare upper arm. “As long as you’re living under my roof and I’m paying for your care, everything you do is my business, young lady,” he told her, his eyes boring into hers. “I want you to tell me everything that happened this summer. Right now.”
He sat her on the bed roughly, standing over her.
Tori narrowed her eyes at him. White-hot anger rose in her anew.
“You want to know what I was up to this summer? Why I got birth control without your permission, Daddy?” she taunted. “I got it because I wanted to fuck.”
Dagen visibly flinched at the word. Tori didn’t stop.
“I sucked a man’s cock, Daddy. I let him fuck me in my ass and my pussy. The best part was when he let me fuck his friend. Remember when I said I was going to meet my new roommate? I lied, Daddy. I went to a nice secluded cabin with those two men and I let them fuck me, over and over. They fucked me at the same time, Daddy. Your little piece of property got her first double stuff and it felt awesome,” she taunted.
Dagen wadded his hand into a fist. For a moment, Tori thought he was going to hit her. She wasn’t afraid. He had all this and more coming for daring to invade her privacy. “So, Daddy, that’s why your little girl got an IUD, so she could fuck and not get pregnant.”
The man glared at her.
“Who?” he demanded through clinched teeth.
“It’s none of your business who. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is I’m not so sweet and innocent anymore.”
Color rose in Dagen’s precision chiseled face. The nostrils of his perfect nose flared. Tori had never seen the usually composed, conservative man so not in control of himself.
Looking at him, Tori felt moisture between her thighs. Could her stepfather’s rising anger really be turning her on?
She then noticed his manhood straining against his pajamas. She couldn’t believe he was getting turned on, too!
“Lie down,” he ordered her.
Never taking her eyes off her strapping stepdad, Tori smiled smugly and swung her toned legs onto the bed.
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“You’re nothing but a whore,” Dag
en whispered angrily. He tugged the drawstring of his pajamas loose. As he pulled down the pants, his imposing cock bounced free. For a 45 year old man, he was shockingly turgid, his cock dark red with engorgement.
Tori licked her lips. She didn’t need him to tell her that. She wasn’t focused on his words, just his equipment.
“I’m glad you got rid of the IUD. Now I get to teach you a lesson,” Dagen said. He yanked her towel off, revealing her smooth body. “Daddy’s going to put his seed in you,” he said sarcastically.
Tori’s face registered her alarm. She tried to pull away from him. “No, you can’t,” she protested softly, not thinking he was being serious at first. The look in his eyes told her the truth. He wanted to breed.
Dagen ignored her, placing his hand firmly on her inner thigh. He began kissing her neck. She felt herself falling into the crushing undertow of sexual surrender.
“Your mother would never let me knock her up. She didn’t want to bother with carrying another kid,” he whispered.
“No, no,” she murmured, but her efforts to get free of him were mostly for show. His hand pressed harder, pushing her thighs apart.
“Shh, shh, darling,” he whispered to her, falsely soothing. “You’re not a virgin anymore – that’s too bad – so Daddy won’t hurt you.”
Tori’s eyes widened as he positioned himself, holding one hand to her inner thigh and stroking his already impossibly inflexible-looking member with the other. He looked into her eyes as he moved his body, rubbing the engorged tip of his penis against her wetness. “Mmm,” he moaned.
With no warning for her to brace herself, Dagen dipped into her soaking pussy. Her pussy hungrily closed around her stepfather’s cock.
“Daddy…” she groaned. He was immersed in her. He forced her hands above her head, locking his fingers into hers as he flexed his muscular body.
“Yes, yes, baby. Daddy’s wanted you for a long time. I’ve dreamed of your mouth, your soft tits, your beautiful ass, your tight pussy,” he said softly. “Daddy’s jerked off thinking of how he’d slip inside you; how he’d give you his baby.”
‘Tits,’ ‘ass,’ ‘tight pussy,’ ‘jerked off.’ The words seemed foreign coming from the usually staid Dagen’s mouth. She couldn’t fathom him stroking his dick until he climaxed, wishing he were doing it inside her.
Then, she couldn’t imagine her stepfather between her naked thighs, his thick cock getting slick as he tried to impregnate her.
She couldn’t help compare how much more powerful Dagen’s body felt on top of hers – more than Con’s or Adam’s. His erection felt somehow bigger and harder than theirs too. He was like a piston. He knew better how to move his body so that his cock caressed her in the places he knew would make her scream or moan. He was older; of course he knew better how to please a woman.
Tori opened her eyes so she could watch his hard body deftly press into hers. Her legs were spread wide for him.
“It’s my right as a fucking man to have an heir,” he growled into her ear.
There was a marked uptick in his tempo as he claimed his male rights.
“Yes, Daddy,” she acquiesced softly. He hammered his dick into her, not caring that the bed was creaking and the headboard banging into the wall. They were all alone and he was determined to make her pregnant.
Tori tossed her head back as her body gave in to his forceful advances. She bent her knees at his waist, caressing one of his well-defined calf muscles with her heel. “Dadddddy!” she cried out loudly as he continued his furious pumping against her orgasmic contractions.
It took Dagen a few more moments before he built up enough lustful excitement to empty into her. Tori was blown away, exhausted at his stamina.
“Damnit, Tori! Daddy’s gonna shoot his load! Oh shit! You’re gonna have Daddy’s son,” Dagen grunted excitedly as he put his upper body’s weight on his muscular arms. His heavy balls slammed wetly against her, spasming as he released. He held his lower body firm as his cock pulsed creamy strands of cum into his stepdaughter’s fertile young pussy.
Confident he’d gotten as much of his seed against her cervix as he could, Dagen slowly pulled out. His member was softening and bounced against his thigh.
Tori watched him, worn out from his forceful, animalistic efforts. Dagen surprised her again when he kept her thighs apart and nuzzled his head between them. His expansive tongue lapped at their mingled fluids. Still sensitive, Tori gently grabbed her stepfather’s hair, thrusting her groin to his face. She smiled to herself. There was so much she had to learn about this man.
“You can never tell your mother about this,” he warned her, lying beside her in her bed. He placed a hand on top of her head and stroked her curls.
“If I get pregnant, what will we tell her?” she whispered, knowing she was now his co-conspirator and his lover.
“That some boy did it. She’ll believe it. You’re my woman now, darling, and we’ll keep doing this until you’re carrying my child,” he assured her.
Five months passed since Tori’s break. She stood looking out the window of her trendy condo – a gift from Dagen when she transferred back home to attend school after announcing she was pregnant. She was going to try to return to classes the following winter semester – well after the baby would be born.
Tori placed her hands on the small mound forming beneath her pale pink maternity dress. She didn’t know if the little boy she carried would have sandy or dark hair, whether the father was Con or Dagen, but she already had a name picked out: Ember.
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