by Gigi Thorne
I checked my phone on autopilot, finding several new messages. None from the illustrious Mister, so I messaged him.
Can you get to Laguna Beach?
I could, he replied a moment later. What for?
So you can fuck me, I replied crudely. I'm tired of being a virgin. I don't care who it's with. 127 Parklane Drive. Be here at eight.
He didn't reply for ages, and I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I waited for him to reply.
Wear a blindfold, his next message said, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. Leave the back door open and wait for me in your favorite lingerie, on all fours. We're going to have some fun, baby girl.
4
Theo
I was making a mistake, and despite knowing just how wrong it was, I couldn't bring myself to stop.
I fired off the text to Coco and drove home to get ready. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what I was going to do to her, but as I pulled up in my driveway, I saw something I really didn't want to deal with.
Pamela's fancy car was sitting in the driveway and the front door was wide open. I sighed and took a deep breath before getting inside the house. I knew whatever was going to follow wasn't going to be pretty, and I was damn right.
"Hello, darling," I said to her back as I walked into the kitchen. "How nice that you decided to pay me a visit. Decided not to call, did you?"
"Fuck you, Theo," Pamela snarled at me, turning to face me. "I've come to get what's mine."
I took a long look at her face, noticing how many enhancements she'd gotten done since she cheated on me and traded me in for a younger model. I had a hunch about the 26-year-old model she'd hooked up with, but I was saving that ace up my sleeve for the perfect opportunity to use it.
"And what, pray tell, have you come to take?" I asked her. "Something you forgot during your many trips to our old house?"
We sold our old McMansion and I bought a smaller house right on the coast. Pamela lived with her boy toy now, and she'd practically looted the old house for everything of value. She had no business being in my house, and the mere sight of her digging through my stuff made my blood boil.
"My engagement ring," she muttered under her breath. "I want it."
She crossed her arms in front of her body and faced me as I poured myself a long drink, sighing and throwing the burning liquid down my throat.
"So?" she barked at me. "Where is it?"
"Your engagement ring?" I asked innocently. "I sold it."
"SOLD it?" she roared. "You can't sell my things!"
"Sue me." I shrugged, moving away from her and undoing my tie.
"I will!" she shouted after me. "I'm going to sue you so hard!"
She slammed the front door as she left, and I took off my clothes with a smile as I heard her drive off. She was a grade A bitch, and I was going to be so much better off without her. She'd spent five years destroying my income and cheating with every bastard she could find in plain sight. Finally, I'd had enough when she told me she'd gotten knocked up. Given that she hadn't let me lay a finger on her in two years, there were no doubts about whose the kid was.
It probably made me a jerk that I told her I wanted a divorce. Maybe I should've stuck it through, try to help her out with the baby. But I had no fucking interest in being tied down with a woman who despised me. I was old-fashioned, sure, but I still believed in real love. The kind that moves oceans, the kind where it takes two people to make things work, not two people, six lovers, and twenty thousand grand for shopping a month.
I'd made some smart investments with Cody, Coco's father. It meant I was well-off and could retire any second I wanted to. But I had a love of the written word, always had. It was hard for me to walk away from the teaching job I'd landed. And despite the pitiful pay, I stayed on. I stayed to sharpen the minds of students like Coco Garber. To show them their true potential and teach them to reach for the stars. Except Coco kept reaching for me instead... and I'd finally fallen prey to her charms.
I told myself this was the perfect opportunity to get the little pink-haired brat out of my mind. I'd come into her house, give her a good scare, and be gone by the time her parents came home. She'd drop the blog, focus on her studies, and finally move on from me.
Stepping into the shower, I let the ice-cold water rain down my back and groaned as I palmed my dick. Just like the past few months, my mind was firmly on Coco. Her pink hair, her pink nipples, her pink fucking lips. I wanted it all... I wanted to bend her over her dad's dining room table and pop her cherry with my big, veiny dick. I wanted to make her kneel and drink me down with her stepmother in the next room. I wanted to spank her with a ruler while the whole fucking class watched.
Of course, I needed to behave myself. I wasn't going over there to fuck her. I was going there to scare the living daylights out of her, make sure she never tried this again.
I put on some chinos and a crisp white shirt and sprayed myself with my favorite aftershave. My hair was slicked back and I wore moccasins on my feet. If anyone ran into me I could just say I was going to the Garber’s to pick up some papers.
But still, I parked a couple of streets over and walked over to the house. It was almost dark outside, but the evening was balmy, and the moon already hung low in the sky. Fuck me, I was really doing this. I was really going to light a fire under Coco's ass.
The Garber’s house was quiet atop the hill, and I walked down the winding driveway to the back. I was a few minutes late, and I hoped she'd heeded my instructions. If she hadn't, this whole plan was doomed to fail.
As instructed, Coco had left the back door open. I snuck in and closed it from the inside before taking the stairs, feeling like a fucking predator stalking his prey. My dick was swelling in my pants, desperate to push into her tight little pussy. I could smell her... The fucking scent of her fruity perfume mixing with lust and the smell of clean bedsheets. Fucking shit, I was in trouble.
I took the stairs one by one, trying to convince myself to change my mind. I walked down the hallway, past the master bedroom, to where I knew her room was at the very end.
Her door was open. I couldn't hear a thing. There was a faint breeze coming out of her room - she must've left the window open.
I stopped a few steps away from the entrance and peeked inside.
There she was, such a good fucking girl, her ass positioned toward the door, wearing a get-up that had me reaching for my cock. White virginal lace - a soft little bra that left nothing to the imagination and a soaked little thong paired with white hold-ups with pink bows on the thighs. She wasn't wearing heels, and her little feet looked so innocent at the foot of the bed. She was shaking.
She'd worn the blindfold just like I'd told her. The girl had wrapped one of her father's ties around her eyes, which made me smirk. I should've felt like a jackass for what I was about to do, but all I felt was excitement and lust.
I stepped inside, and her body twitched nervously.
"H-Hello?" she called out in that voice I'd come to know so well. "Is someone there?"
I didn't answer. Instead I stepped closer, and the sound of my footsteps made her reach for the blindfold.
"Mister," she whispered, and I stopped her with a finger on her lips.
She gasped as I took her hands and forced them against her pink duvet. Pink, everything pink for my little Barbie doll.
"Please," she begged. "I changed my mind."
I held her wrists behind her back gently, stroking the fingertips on my other hand over her spine and making her mewl out in surprise at my gentleness.
"Don't," she whispered. "I don't want to do it."
My heart and my head hurt at her innocence. I could never go through with this. I could never bring myself to fuck her... not when she was this scared.
I let go of her and backed out when something crossed my mind. She was breathing heavily, biting her lip as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I snapped picture after picture, the tell-tale sound of the camera clicking m
aking my girl moan out loud.
"Don't do that," she said softly. "Don't take pictures of me."
"Why not?" I growled at her, making my voice sound deeper. "You look so pretty..."
The tiniest sigh left her lips and I forced myself to back out of the room as she reached for her perky little ass. She pulled her thong to the side, exposing her sweet, shaved little cunt. Pink, fucking pink just like everything else. My mouth watered.
"Here it i-is." Her voice was breaking. "Want it?"
I held on to the doorknob.
"Stop," I growled at her. "You're a fucking kid."
"I'm not," she whispered. "I'm eighteen... Old enough, right?"
She opened her pussy up and I watched, mesmerized, as she exposed her perfect clit.
"I shaved for you," she admitted. "I thought you'd like it... Do you?"
I did, I fucking did. But I could never fucking touch her. Couldn't lay a finger on that forbidden little cunt, or her dad would have my damn head.
"I need to go," I said roughly.
"Don't," she begged, and she was so upset I backed up against the wall, staring at her exposed body.
I wondered how she must've felt, with that tie over her eyes cutting off her vision. I could practically hear her heart pounding from where I was standing.
"Don't go," she said again. "I just need you to do this for me... And I'll be such a good girl for you, you can do anything you want to me."
"Don't say that," I growled at her. "Someone's going to take fucking advantage of you, baby girl."
"Why don't you?" she asked simply, giggling as she touched her long nails to her soaked pussy lips. "It would be so much fun..."
I growled and took a step forward. The teasing was making me damn near lose my mind. This little bitch was going to get what was coming to her, and then some.
I knelt in front of the bed and listened to her inhale deeply, over and over again.
"Open your pussy for me," I told her, and her little fingers shook as she spread herself open. "Good girl. I want to taste your cherry."
"No," she whispered. "Don't lick..."
It was too late. I'd grabbed two handfuls of her tight little butt and my mouth was on her, filling itself with the damn-near sinful taste of her cunt.
She tasted so fucking sweet and forbidden I realized why I shouldn't have her. If she were mine, I'd keep her locked away in a fucking tower, so no one could even look at what belonged to me.
I groaned, and she mewled as I ate her out. Her little ass struggled against my hands, but I held her in place firmly, drinking from the tap as she smothered me with her juices.
"Stop," she begged, yet she kept pushing her ass into my face. "Stop..."
"Never," I grunted, and moved up.
Her asshole was tiny, puckered and dark pink.
"I want in here too," I groaned against her skin, tasting her with just the tip of my tongue. "I'm not going to leave a single hole untouched. Do you understand, baby girl?"
She let out a moan and nodded, barely moving her head.
"Beg," I instructed her. "Beg to have all your cherries popped."
I felt her tightness with my finger while I feasted on her pussy, and she nearly came apart in my arms. I dug my fingers into her ass.
"Beg!" I ordered her.
"Please," she whispered. "Take all of them."
"You want me in your pussy?" I asked. "In your mouth? In your tight little ass?"
"Everywhere," she promised. "Under one condition..."
"What is it?" I asked, licking the moisture off her cunt. "Tell me."
"I get to call you Theo," she whispered, and I groaned.
“You’re not going to call me by another man’s name,” I growled at her, lying through my teeth. She didn’t know who I was. That was fucking good, at least.
“Then what should I call you?” she whispered.
I didn’t need to think for long, and I grinned as I reached for my throbbing cock.
“Daddy,” I told her firmly.
5
Coco
"Daddy?" I repeated, the word slipping off my tongue with ease. "You're not my daddy..."
"No?" he growled against my skin, and suddenly his tongue was fucking my pussy. "We'll see about that."
I whimpered as he continued his assault, my whole body feeling as if it was on fire. I was desperate for his touch, needing him so badly I wanted to cry out for him to do more to me. But I was scared at the same time - there was a complete stranger between my legs, and he was going to take the one shred of innocence I had left.
"P-Please," I stuttered.
I felt him getting up behind me. Being blindfolded meant all my other senses were on high alert, but I still couldn't see a damn thing. And I was desperate to lay eyes on the man that was going to fuck me, although I had a feeling he wouldn't respond well to the idea of me taking my blindfold off.
"Please?" he repeated, and I heart his belt buckle hit the floor. "Call me what I told you to call me."
"D..." I started, the word ending abruptly. "I can't..."
"You can," he demanded. "And you will. Say it right now. Say please daddy."
"Please..." I managed to get out. "P-Please Daddy."
"Oh what a good little girl you are," he ground out and his palm landed on my ass with a soft slap, making me whimper. "Now which hole should we do first? What do you think, baby girl?"
"My pussy," I begged him, my breaths ragged. "Fuck my pussy."
"Yeah?" He traced his fingers over my swollen lips and I bit his thumb gently, sucking it into my mouth and licking its whole length with my tongue. "You going to beg some more?"
"Of course," I purred when he pulled his finger away.
And then he was back between my legs, his strong fingers grabbing the thong and ripping it off me in one motion. I yelped when he got rid of it, grabbing me by my hips and turning me over on my back. I lay on the bed shivering, scared out of my mind and exposed as he stared down at me.
"What a gorgeous little body," he muttered to himself, and I squirmed under his gaze, feeling his eyes watching me. "I'm going to have so much fun with it."
He reached for my bra and tore that off too, never giving me a chance to respond to him ruining my clothes. His fingers trailed down my stockings, and I almost felt him grinning.
"You can keep these on," he said darkly. "I like them. Now spread your fucking legs."
I obeyed, pulling my knees up and holding myself open for him. He didn't say a word, but I heard him getting undressed.
"Are you sure?" he asked me, his fingers lingering on my cheek as he climbed on top of me. "If you aren't I'll stop now."
"Please," I begged him desperately. "I want you to do it. You, nobody else."
He touched his lips to mine, and I felt his stubble on my cheeks. I mewled when he kissed me and he drank my moans down as if they were the most delicious cocktail in the world. He kissed like the alpha he was, devouring my mouth without letting me breathe for a single second.
"You want to feel it?" he asked me, his tone almost gentle. "You want to feel what's going inside you, baby girl?"
I nodded, and he reached for my hand, pulling it until it wrapped around something silky, smooth and wet at the tip.
He was huge. My fingers barely met when I wrapped them around him, and he helped me to start jerking him off, the tip of his cock getting wetter and wetter.
"It's so big," I whispered, and he chuckled, biting my earlobe. "It's never going to fit..."
"I'll make it," he promised, and then guided my fingers over the tip where I felt a hole leaking his juices.
I wanted to latch onto it, drink him down. I wanted to know what he tasted like, yet I knew I was too scared to say it out loud. So I just let him guide me, showing me how hard his cock got for me, how much liquid leaked out at the top.
"Want to put it in your pussy?" he groaned in my ear, and I nodded slowly, hesitantly. "Okay, baby girl. Put it at your entrance."
I
guided his cock to my cunt and moaned when his tip left wet smears over my skin.
"Fuck," he grunted. "Feels so fucking good, baby girl. So fucking good."
"Is it going to hurt?" I asked, my voice all shaky and weird. "When you fuck me, how much is it going to hurt?"
"Not a lot," he whispered in my ear. "Not at first. I'll be gentle to start..."
He stroked my hair and kept pushing into me relentlessly, slowly forcing the tip of his cock deeper.
"Do you feel that?" he asked me gently when he met resistance. "Do you feel your cherry, baby girl?"
"Yes," I moaned in response. "Break it."
"Sure?" he asked again, and I nodded desperately.
He kept pushing until the barriers broke and I cried out, and then suddenly, fucking beautifully, I was filled up to the very brim.
I gasped, but with every movement I made, it felt like his cock was going deeper inside me. I thrashed under him, but he grabbed my hands and held my arms pinned above my head.
"Relax," he barked, and I could tell he was holding back. "Relax, baby. Let it open up for me. Let it get used to my size. Come on, deep breaths. Let your little cunt take me."
I wheezed and whimpered as I felt the pain going away, slowly ebbing until there was nothing left but the need for him to go deeper.
I wrestled my wrists out of his embrace and wrapped my arms in his hair.
"M-More," I managed to get out.
"More already?" he asked hungrily. "Say it properly."
"Fuck me, Daddy," I whispered. "Fuck my cherry out of me."
He groaned and drove himself into me. It hurt like hell, but the pain was exquisite, and I opened for him willingly, desperately.
"God," he muttered against my lips. "Nothing like being the first in a tight little pussy... Spread your legs for me, baby girl."
I spread them even more and he groaned as he bottomed out inside me. The pain was almost too much to handle, but at the same time, it was dark and delicious and held so much promise for anything else he would do to me.