My Father's Dirty Friend

by Ava Carpenter

  His comment throws me off-guard for a second and my heart and breath struggle to maintain their pace. “How romantic,” I quip back with a grin, but in truth his words have spoken to me and my body is already reacting in kind to their sexual content, my mind awash with images of his huge cock working in and out of my mouth.

  Mason suddenly pushes forward through the water until he is almost on top of me. My back presses against the side of the tub, his hands grip the edges on either side of me. Even in the water, he towers over me and I almost cower involuntarily.

  “Do you want to please me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply timidly.

  “Then I’ll please myself by pleasing you,” Mason says. He reaches with his hand and turns my chin up and leans in to kiss me. His lips feel moist and full and tender all at the same time. I kiss him back, my lips open slightly, my tongue merely peeking between, feeling the wetness of his on mine.

  I reach up with my hand and explore the skin of his back, feeling the bunched muscles constrict from my touch. Then I can feel him open his mouth and I open mine in return and our tongues probe and entwine and taste each other.

  Then suddenly I am being lifted in his powerful arms, the water running in rivulets from my body as he sets me on the edge of the pool. His manner is ferocious as he pushes me back and sinks his head between my thighs. The instant his lips touch my inner thigh I almost come but I fight the urge as he kisses and licks his way higher. He clamps his mouth on my aching clit, his lips massaging my lips, his tongue probing, teasing.

  He holds me tight, my legs over his shoulders as he feasts hungrily, tasting me. I look down at him, the sight of Mason Lockwood between my legs driving me insane, pleasuring me with his mouth, that tongue. My body convulses from his attentions and he responds by breaking free and taking me in his arms again, lifting me down into the water.

  My mind is awash with the implications of all of this but I bury them because I’m being held tightly in the powerful arms of Mason Lockwood and there is nowhere else I want to be. I want to be here with his hot, wet skin pressing against mine. With the feeling of his breath on my neck, the tease of his lips against my nape, the smell of his cologne overwhelming my senses. Even as I feel his taut, tight body push ever closer to mine, my legs spreading around his torso, my nether suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable as I start to feel the tip of his big cock rubbing against my mound, I want to be here forever, have always wanted to be here.

  “Good girl, Stace,” he whispers into my ear.

  Then I can feel his girth press into me and it slowly opens me as more and more of him follows and I draw him tighter and moan loudly into the skin of his neck. His own moan is as loud as mine as he pushes forward for what seems an impossible amount of length until his pubic bone meets mine.

  We hold onto each other for a moment that seems to last forever, the realization overcoming me that Mason Lockwood is deep inside me, opening me up, stretching me out with his huge cock.

  He alternates between kissing my neck and biting it, giving control solely to his desires, his tongue prodding and licking between each. The sensation is so overwhelming all I can do is moan loudly into his shoulder, tasting his skin with my tongue.

  I lock my feet together as Mason begins to slowly rock his hips, driving the length of his big cock in and out of me. Each movement brings every nerve in my nether to electrifying life, each stretches my flesh to new limits.

  His lips press against mine and I open my mouth and kiss him and our tongues collide, experimenting and tasting, the feeling of his hot tongue on mine sending even more goosebumps across my skin, the interlocking of our mouths causes him to increase his pace.

  I break from our kiss and manage to moan his name, loudly and passionate, choking off into another moan of pleasure as I feel his big cock stretch me further.

  “You feel so good,” he whispers into my ear.

  He holds me tighter with one arm, his other hand reaches down to cusp my breast, squeezes it, kneads it in his grasp, his fingers play with my erect nipple. His thrusts rock me harder and faster, his big cock slams inside me, making room for itself, taking its place.

  I throw my head back over the side of the hot tub, my arms splayed out behind me as I moan even louder while he works my body with his. My breasts bounce with the beat of his thrusts and he reaches down with his hands and takes hold of them, again squeezing, feeling. I keep my legs locked tightly around his back as he leans forward and licks at my nipples, bringing each to his mouth for tantalizing seconds.

  From this perspective I see him, looking over my own bouncing bosom, an image of this powerful man towering over me, almost a mirage in the flickering low light hazed by the hot steam rising from the water, joined at our hips, him deep inside me.

  I want him to take me, have always wanted him to take me, and now he is. Mason Lockwood, billionaire, family friend; I’ve known him my whole life and now he is inside of me, willingly taking me, making me feel things I haven’t felt before.

  “Take me,” I manage to get out between my wild moans. “Make my pussy yours,” I tell him, the dirty words slipping from my mouth inspiring me to squeeze his shaft tighter.

  He grunts something in response but I can’t hear it over my own screams of pleasure, but I can feel it when he answers with action, beginning to fuck me harder, pounding me with his huge cock. It’s too big for me and I can feel pain with the pleasure but I don’t care and I accept it, want it all the more so.

  His hands are on my hips, gripping me tightly as he works my body, his thrusts become more steady, still at a decent pace but now he obviously wants me to feel every movement, every inch of his flesh against mine so that there is no reprieve from the stimulation.

  He pulls me up into his arms again and locks his lips to mine. We kiss deeply and he breaks to speak: “Give yourself to me, Stace,” he says between his animalistic grunts.

  The very sound of him saying my name while he fucks me immediately sends me into overdrive. I moan for him in response and grind forward onto his raging cock, milking it with my flesh, letting my body rise and fall to meet his thrusts.

  “Come for me,” Mason whispers. “Come on my cock, Stace.”

  With this, I am driven overboard and I lose control of my body as an orgasm tears its way through me. I throw my head back and scream in pleasure into the night. In response Mason bounces me harder on his cock, using my quivering pussy as his toy until he himself grunts with pleasure and bucks harder and faster until I feel his big cock tremble within me.

  I come again as I feel Mason shoot his load inside me.

  Chapter 10

  Mason

  I groan loudly, teeth clenched together as I push upward, forcing the barbell toward the ceiling until my elbows are almost locked, and then I hold it there. My arms struggle under the weight but I maintain my composure and let my muscles take the strain before slowly lowering the barbell to an inch from my chest before raising it and dropping it onto the stand.

  I reach for the towel draped across my abdomen and use it to wipe the beaded sweat from my forehead, breathing fully from my diaphragm, one of the main gains I like to get from my lifting is the full expanse of my lung capacity.

  When she enters through the main doors I tell her to lock them behind her. She throws me a confused look but I simply tell her again and go about putting my gear back into my gym bag.

  “Wait over there, Stace,” I tell her.

  I finish stowing away my equipment and zip the bag closed, placing it next to the crunch machine. Stace watches my movements with great interest, her eyes shifting from my gym bag to the black sports bag at my feet.

  “This place is dead,” Stacy says as she approaches.

  I smile. “Only by design,” I say.

  The black sports bag is heavier than the other and it makes a loud thud that echoes the room around us when I drop it onto the bench.

  Stacy watches intently, curious cutie, as I unzip the bag. I anticip
ate that she is about to speak and before she can open her mouth I reach forward and press my fingertip to her lips to halt the words.

  “One moment,” I ask.

  From the bag, I pull out a large ball gag and step closer to her. She shifts her feet as I approach, but she does not move from her position. Her eyes are big, head turned slightly down, the sheer anticipation readable across her face.

  “Open,” I tell her and she does. The ball slides into her mouth with no resistance and I reach behind her head to tighten the strap, securing it in place. Securing her.

  I undo a few buttons of her blouse, exposing her ample cleavage, before stepping back to appraise her. Stacy Bradley, sexy little Stace, standing before me, unable to speak through the bright red ball gag.

  She moves easily when I pull her close and plant a kiss square on her forehead. The feeling of her body against my own stirs my growing erection and I know she can feel it pressing against her.

  I take a pair of handcuffs from the bag and shake them before her. Stacy’s breath grows louder in the silent room, her bosom heaves, her eyes as wide as I’ve ever seen them. I step behind her and pull her hands back, slipping the cold metal over her wrists. I lock the cuffs home and Stacy trembles with each metallic click.

  When she is fully restrained I run my hand up her back, slowly at first, until my fingers are splayed across her neck. I reach up further and take her hair, bundling it up in one hand while I tie it back for her with a hair tie.

  She moans softly through her gag when I lean in from behind and press my lips to the nape of her neck. She tilts her had to the side and offers me more of her flesh and I take it, teasing her with my tongue, tasting her soft skin, knowing from her reactions which sensitive areas fire her nerves just so.

  “Are you mine?” I whisper into her ear.

  Stacy moans loudly, nods agreement.

  I grip her ponytail and give her a firm tug backward. “I didn’t hear you,” I whisper.

  She moans louder this time, trying to nod again even though I have a grip on her. I turn her around so she is facing me and look her over for a moment before I fully undo her top, popping each button one at a time. When I lift her blouse I find her breasts exposed, her nipples erect, standing stiffly to attention.

  “No bra. Good girl,” I tell her.

  Stacy moans through the gag as I remove her skirt, letting it drop around her ankles. I lean in, crouching for purchase, and pull down her red panties with my teeth. She squirms in pleasure as I do so, the sound of the clinking handcuffs echoing in the room.

  When I stand up again I step back from her and enjoy the sight. Beautiful Stacy, standing before me, ball-gagged, hands restrained behind her back, her big perky tits out, that tight, shaved pussy already glistening in the light.

  Those big eyes watch me with palpable lust and anticipation.

  “I’ve seen to it that we have this gym to ourselves, Stace,” I tell her. “One of the perks of being rich, everyone has a price within my limits.”

  I point to the floor next to me. “Step out of those clothes and come over here,” I command. She shakes her feet free from her panties and skirt and moves to me. “Now,” I say, “spread your legs, Stace.”

  After she does so my fingers find her wet folds and she moans, eyes squeezed shut. I run a finger across her opening, wetting it with her own juices so that my finger is lubed when I play it on her clit.

  “Good girl,” I tell her as she shudders from the stimulation. She goes weak in the knees and her legs buckle slightly, so I put my other hand on her shoulder to stabilize her while my other teases her clit continually.

  “You are so turned on,” I whisper. “You’re so fucking wet right now, Stace. You know what is amazing?”

  She opens her eyes and turns her head to look into my eyes.

  “Your tight little pussy, Stace.”

  Her eyes roll back in her head as I rub her clit harder, making her almost convulse where she stands. “Don’t come,” I tell her, “try not to think of my big cock stretching out your tight pussy last night, Stace.”

  I tease her relentlessly, with finger and words, but cut her off before she can’t handle anymore and actually does come on my hand.

  Gently, I maneuver her over to the bench and she sits, staring up at me as I speak, her breath still heavy through the ball-gag. “Spread your legs,” I demand.

  Stacy carefully leans back so as not to topple over the other side of the bench and lifts her legs as she spreads them. I let my eyes move down her body, scanning across the curves of her big tits, the smooth skin of her abdomen, until I am staring at her glistening pussy.

  I move between her legs and drop to my knees, my mouth eagerly presses against her folds. My tongue probes her flesh, explores, teases her clit for a moment — but I ignore her loud moans of pleasure, an almost squeal of delight from her gagged mouth. Instead, I concentrate on eating Stacy Bradley’s sweet, juicy pussy.

  Before I stand I give her clit one long lick, the length of my tongue, her bud lost against my wet flesh, and as I stand over her I see her legs trembling still. I let her watch as I silently remove my belt, and let my pants fall around my ankles. Stacy’s eyes move to my crotch and she stares at my rock-hard erection as it twitches of its own volition.

  I break her concentration on my cock by dangling my belt end against her swollen clit. “Are you my little slut today, Stace?” I ask.

  Stacy nods and I hear her try and say the word ‘yes’ around the ball-gag. “Good girl. Now lay down for me.”

  She swings one leg over the bench so that she can lag back on it, and if it weren’t for her restrained arms it looked like she was about to lift the barbell and perform a few reps. I step around the bench, one foot on each side and sit almost on top of her, so close the tip of my cock is rubbing against her bell-button. I grab her thighs and lift and spread her legs, moving my hips backward so my cock rubs against her pussy.

  “This tight pussy is mine, Stace,” I inform her, leaning into her slowly so we both can feel every sensation of our flesh touching, as my big cock slowly stretches out her pussy.

  She moans loudly into her gag as I push every inch of my erection inside her until I am buried up to the pubic bone inside Stacy Bradley. I reach up and cup her big tits in both hands, squeezing them tightly as I rock my hard cock in and out of her. With each thrust I open more of her to me, reaching new heights, and each of her moans become more ragged, louder still as if her pleasure has no peak.

  I place my hands on her hips now and hold her still as I increase my tempo, pushing into the floor with my feet, rocking my hips harder, fucking her harder and faster. Stacy’s tits bounce in time with the motion and the bench protests under the strain of the force.

  Lost in pleasure she arches her back, driving her pussy onto my cock, meeting every thrust. My cock feels like it is on fire, as it pistons her, that building desire making it feel like it will explode at any moment.

  “Just like that,” I grunt loudly. “Give me that fucking hot little pussy, Stace.” She moans something in response but I can’t understand, instead of inquiring I simply fuck her harder until my cock is slamming her against the bench, the wet sound of our sex loud and decadent.

  The sight never fails to amaze or arouse me further: little Stacy Bradley on her back with those delicious big tits bouncing while she takes my big cock again and again, making her mine, taking her like she wants to be, needs to be.

  I lean into her and lift her forward until she is sitting upright in my lap, her feet on the floor, her eyes locked to mine as I bounce her up and down on my cock. Her eyes water from the mix of pleasure and pain that this angle brings her, but she moans even louder now than before so I keep my pace as she bounces, impaled deeply.

  Less than a minute before I feel her body tensing up and then trembling, her legs shake violently, and I know she is coming, her warm juices flowing all around my cock as I continue to bounce her on it, offering no reprieve.

 
When she shudders for the last time and squeezes my cock tightly with her walls I lift her free and set her down on the bench. She looks up at me, breathing heavily through her gag, her body still quaking, and watches as I stroke my meat in my fist.

  “Are you my good slut now, Stace?” I ask her. She nods her head. “Be Mason’s good, good girl,” I say.

  It only takes a few seconds of looking down at the freshly fucked image of Stacy before the pleasure and pressure builds to an intolerable level. I moan loudly as I let myself be overtaken by my orgasm and my cock pulses in my hand.

  Stacy closes her eyes as my cum splashes across her face, moaning all the while until my orgasm subsides and I stop shooting. I manage to avoid her eyes and so she opens them and looks to me, and even with that ball-gag, I can tell she is smiling.

  The sight of her sitting there, restrained and gagged, with my cum all over her face makes my cock pulse for more. I reach behind and remove her gag and she gasps for a good lungful of air.

  “I’m your good girl,” she says staring up at me.

  Before she can say any more I rub the tip of my cock on her face, pushing some of the cum on her skin toward her mouth, as it touches her lips she opens wide and takes my cock into her mouth, closing her lips around it and giving its entire length one of the greatest sucks I’ve ever had.

  I moan loudly and grab her ponytail as she bobs her head continually. She still looks up at me as my entire shaft slides in and out of her mouth, never breaking eye contact. My sensitive tip aches as I feel it slip into her throat and she holds it there this time for seconds before expulsing it. She stares at my cock as it leaves her mouth, still attached to her person by ropey arcing saliva.

  “Fuck, Stace,” I call out before pushing the tip back and rubbing it on her lips. Those full, wet lips stimulate my cock to the point of no return.