by Selena Kitt
"You are a hungry little slut," he said, slapping my hand away and teasing my slit with his cock. "You want to be fucked, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Daddy," I moaned, wiggling and arching my back. Hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"
He slid his cock back into me, in one fluid motion, driving me forward onto the sofa. He was like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh, his pelvis slamming into me again and again. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast, feeling his balls slapping against my hand as I did with every thrust.
"Oh Daddy," I moaned. "You fuck me so good. Do you fuck Mommy like this?"
I heard him groan, and his hands tightened on my hips and ass. "You naughty girl," he panted.
"I love watching you fuck Mommy," I said, looking back at him, seeing the light in his eyes. He was loving this, and so was I. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the Ecstasy that Kali had given me, or just the excitement of playing out this fantasy with him—I'd never been this aroused before. I felt like I was going to burst inside.
"You better not tell her," he said, his voice low.
"I won't tell, Daddy," I promised, grinding back against him, squeezing my dripping pussy around his shaft. I could feel how hard he was, throbbing up inside me. "But you better hurry, before Mommy comes home and catches us."
I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I didn't think he could fuck me harder, but I was wrong. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shoving me down on my belly on the couch and laid his full weight into me. I was practically screaming into the cushion of the couch, bucking and writhing under him as he slammed into me, again and again.
"That's it, Daddy," I panted. "Fuck your baby girl. Make me come all over your cock!"
I was seconds away, and I could feel it beginning, like a surge of heat between my legs, rushing upward, in pulsing waves. I moaned, my pussy contracting again and again around the length of him, but he didn't stop fucking me.
"Does Daddy's girl like that?" he asked over the sound of our wet flesh grinding together.
"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, still shivering.
"Are you ready for Daddy's cum?"
"Yes!" I whispered, turning to look at him. His face was drawn, and I could feel the tightness in his thighs, the way the muscles in his arms turned into ropey sinews as he worked his cock into me.
"Yes, yes, come in me!" I begged. "Fill your baby girl's pussy with your hot cum, Daddy!"
I think that's what did it. He cried out, giving one last final thrust as he strained against me, his whole body rocking mine in shuddering waves. I whimpered under him, taking his cum, feeling him fill me with a bursting white heat. He collapsed onto me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my hair, his breath coming fast and hard still.
"Oh my God," he whispered, slipping off me to the side. I turned to face him, so we were lying on the sofa belly to belly. His eyes slipped down me again, and I realized that he'd never even taken off my outfit. "What was that?"
"I take it you like my Daddy's Little Schoolgirl costume, then?" I asked, smiling.
"We need to get you more," he said with a groan, leaning in to kiss me.
"More schoolgirl costumes?"
"No." He shook his head, grinning. "Different ones."
"Mmmm," I smiled. "You'll tell me which?"
"Get me a catalog," he replied, and I laughed, delighted, as he leaned in to kiss me again.
John dressing me up in his fantasy outfits? Oh yes. It was definitely a move in the right direction!
Chapter 7
"I shaved it as smooth as a baby," Maria purred into the receiver. "Just for you."
John groaned. "Oh God... really?"
"Yes," she murmured. "It's so soft... and my lips get wet and slick..."
"Do you have your dildo?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Right here. Although I wish it was your cock."
He groaned again. "So do I, baby. I want you to fuck that sweet bald little pussy like I would if I were there..."
"I'm so wet... it slides in so easy," she said. "Want to hear it?"
John's breathing was coming faster. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
I could hear a wet, squelching sound as I listened on the other line, biting my lip to keep from moaning, even though the phone was on mute.
"Do you want me to make myself come for you?" Maria asked.
"Yes," John growled. "Fuck yourself, make yourself come."
"Ohhhh that's so good," she whispered. "That hard cock in my wet pussy... faster... faster..."
"That's it," John encouraged, his breath short.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh all the way in my cunt now," she moaned. "Fucking myself for you, baby. I want your big cock filling me."
"I know," he groaned. "God I want to fuck that tight, shaved little cunt."
"You are," she moaned. "Oh I love your cock... fuck me... harder! Yeah, that's it baby! I'm gonna come... oh God you're going to make me come!"
John was panting, and I knew he was stroking himself. My own belly was tight, listening to the sounds of their pleasure. And then Maria was coming, moaning and whispering things I could barely understand, and I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself with the dildo in the background.
"Oh baby, I'm coming," John groaned, and I heard the growl and grunt I knew meant he was shooting his cum all over his belly.
I hung up as quietly as I could, my fingers sticky wet with my own juices, petting the soft, dark hair there, thinking. It was a while before he came back to bed, but I didn't pick the phone back up. Finally, I made up my mind, deciding to call Kelly in the morning.
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Kelly showed up grinning on my doorstep with a can of shaving cream and a brand new bag of disposable razors. It was Friday night, just after John had left for Boston on a business trip, and Kelly and I had been planning this all week. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, although maybe it was really excitement.
"You ready?" Kelly asked, waving her equipment.
"As I'll ever be," I said, shutting the door behind her. "Do you want a wine cooler?"
I'd been drinking them for an hour and had already worked my way through a 4-pack.
"Sure."
She tossed her stuff onto the kitchen table as she followed me towards the fridge and I handed her a wine cooler—peach.
"So when does John come home?" Kelly asked.
"Sunday," I replied, getting myself another bottle. "He'll call, though."
"I'm sure you're not the only one he'll call," Kelly remarked, taking a long swig. "God these things are sweet—do you have beer?"
"John's," I said, opening the fridge and looking for the 6-pack at the back. "What do you mean I'm not the only one he'll call?"
"Have you seen the phone bill lately?" Kelly asked, finishing off her cooler and taking the green bottle of Heineken from me.
I shrugged. "No... but I know he's still calling..."
"I think I've figured it out," she said, opening her beer. "He's got some sort of Madonna/whore complex going on."
I stared at her for a moment and then laughed. "Okay, Dr. Kelly... one Psych 101 class doesn't make you an expert."
"I'm serious, Tara," she said, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs. "You know how he claims he doesn't like slutty women, right?"
I shrugged. "He's... conservative..."
Kelly snorted. "That's an understatement... but look at what he's doing with this Maria chick on the phone, and all the fantasies he's playing out with her. He wants his wife to be an angel, but he's got a secret desire for a real slut."
She had a point.
"Maybe," I said, reaching around her for the shaving cream and razors. "Come on, let's get this show on the road."
Kelly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the big corner tub while I ran the water. She claimed that my soaking in the warm water for ten minutes would soften up the skin and make the hair easier to remove.
"God, I wish I had Jacu
zzi jets like these," she said with an envious sigh. "This tub is enormous! You could fit four of us in here."
"Probably," I agreed. Little perks like a nice house with big bathtubs was one advantage of John being such a workaholic. "Wanna come in with me?"
I pulled my t-shirt off and unsnapped my jeans, glancing back over my shoulder at her as I wiggled out of them and stepped into the tub.
"Hell, yeah," she agreed, unbuttoning her blouse. "You don't have to ask me twice."
I turned the jets on full blast as I watched her get undressed. I was always so envious of her full breasts and hips, the way her body's curves were so pronounced. She grabbed a ponytail holder off the counter and pulled her long red hair back before she slid into the water.
"Too hot?" I asked. I loved hot baths.
"Mmmmm no," she murmured, rolling her neck and sinking down into the rushing water. "Oh my God, this is sooo gooood."
"So tell me more about this Madonna/whore thing," I said, sliding down into the water, my legs brushing hers as I leaned my head back.
Kelly shrugged. "Well... the way it works is that he sees you as the angel, you know, the pure, sweet, kind of... virginal one."
Frowning, I said, "But I'm not."
"Well..." She smiled and winked at me. "Before you found the phone bills... you weren't exactly Miss Adventurous..."
"Hey," I protested, nudging her thigh with my foot. "That's not true. I tried to get him to open up, to talk to me, to tell me his fantasies..."
Kelly nodded, looking smug. "I know. That just proves it to me even more. He doesn't want you to know his fantasies, because if you fulfill them, then you're not his sweet, innocent little wifey anymore..."
I shook my head. "That's crazy."
"That's why they call it a complex," she laughed.
Watching the water foam and bubble around us, I remembered how much he had resisted telling me his fantasies. In fact, he hadn't really shared them—I'd just discovered them by listening to his phone conversations and had started pushing my way into that part of his world. The thought that he really might not want me to made me cold.
"What do I do?" I asked, meeting Kelly's eyes.
"Well... I actually have an idea," she said, and I saw a smile playing on her lips.
"Go on," I urged her.
She reached around me for the shaving cream. "Hey, I think we've probably soaked long enough for me to start... you ready?"
I turned off the jets. "You're changing the subject."
"So?" She grinned. "Slide up on the edge. Did you trim?"
I nodded, slipping up out of the water and balancing my bottom on the edge. I looked down between my legs, touching the bristly hair that I'd taken John's electric clippers to earlier today.
"I did the best I could," I said, parting my thighs to show her. "It's hard to do by yourself."
"I know," she agreed, peering between my legs. "That's why I'm here, remember?"
It didn't feel awkward. Kelly and I had been friends for years—we changed in front of each other at the gym and she’d pretty much seen everything I had—plus she was very business-like about it, foaming the shaving gel in her hands and spreading it over my mound, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth in concentration as she started at the top with the razor and worked her way down.
"It's really not too thick," she murmured, rinsing the razor in the tub and making another pass down my lips.
"Feels strange," I said as she put her hand flat over my pubic bone, holding the skin taut as she started moving the razor upward from bottom to top. I leaned back and lifted my legs to give her a little more room.
"Hold still," she said and I gasped when I felt her fingers opening my ass cheeks.
"Kelly!" I held my breath as the razor moved around the sensitive, puckered hole of my ass.
"Just a few stray hairs," she explained, smiling up at me. "If you're gonna go bare, it might as well be the Full Monty, right?"
She rinsed my mound, using her hands to cup warm water again and again, letting it wash away the white foam. Her fingers moved lightly over my skin, brushing away shaving cream and water, looking closely between my legs.
"Missed a couple spots," she said, glancing up at me. "Will you... spread it open?"
I used my fingers to open my lips for her, glad for the heat of the bath that covered my blush.
"Thanks," she said, using the razor along the very edge of my lips, no shaving cream this time. "Just have to tidy it all up."
I bit my lip at the gentle pull of the razor over my skin. I couldn't really see what she was doing, but I could feel it. When I looked down, all I saw was Kelly's bent head, her full breasts floating in the water as she knelt between my legs. I had a sudden flash of memory—sitting on the toilet with another woman kneeling and looking at my pussy like that, eager and a little hungry.
"Now you just have to feel," she said, looking up at me. "See if you can find any pokey spots."
I smiled at her words, moving my fingers down over my wet mound. My clit twitched when my fingers passed it by, searching lower, exploring the newly shaved skin of my lips.
"It's so soft," I said in awe, even moving my fingers tentatively down past my pussy to circle my wrinkled asshole, now completely smooth, too.
"Find anything?" she asked, watching my hand exploring between my legs.
I shook my head. "No... here, you feel."
She put her fingers next to mine, slipping them over the now-smooth surface of my skin, exploring up and down my lips. I moved my hand away, feeling her palm petting my pussy from bottom to top, tracing that path slowly again and again.
"Feel anything?" I asked, meeting her eyes.
"Do you feel anything?" she asked, her fingers slipping between my lips, moving lightly through the folds of flesh as she made another pass, and then another. It seemed as if she was lingering at the top of my mound, pressing just a little harder when she reached my clit. It made my belly clench and my pussy tingle.
"Feels good," I admitted as she cupped my whole mound with her hand.
"You'll probably be much more sensitive here now," she informed me, the tips of her fingers pushing easily past my lips, into a more slippery wetness. "When I first shaved, I walked around turned-on all the time... my pussy felt so exposed..."
"Oh, Kelly," I whispered as her fingers brushed my clit. All of this attention had my pussy lips swollen and my clit throbbing. Until she touched it, I hadn't realized how aroused I really was.
"Still feel good?" she asked, nudging my clit with her finger.
"Yes," I admitted, squirming on the edge of the tub. She rubbed a little faster.
"Want me to stop?" Her eyes met mine and I could see the hunger in them.
"No," I confessed, rocking my hips against her touch. Her fingers traced slow circles around the sensitive bud at the top of my slit, spreading heat through my belly.
"Kali told me you like to be licked," Kelly murmured.
I jumped, startled, flushing just remembering that night. "She told you?"
"Want to show me your toy?" she suggested, ignoring my question and standing up in the tub. The water fell off her body in sheets, leaving a glistening sheen on her breasts and belly, her pink nipples hardening from the temperature change.
"Okay," I agreed.
We climbed out of the tub and dried off. Kelly pulled the ponytail out of her hair and ran her fingers through her long red mane while I rubbed the towel between my legs, marveling at the sensation. Going back into my bedroom felt strange, my pussy completely exposed between my thighs as I walked. When I sat on the bed, my lips kissed the sheets, an entirely new sensation.
"See?" I pulled my hummingbird vibrator out of its hiding spot in my night table drawer.
"Mmmm," she said, sitting next to me, reaching for it and turning it on. She pressed the pink tip to her lips. "Don't you love the vibrating part?"
"Yes," I replied, watching her waggle the little, pink, vibrating bird with her finger.<
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Leaning back on the bed, she said, "Can I try it?"
"Sure," I replied, my eyes drawn between her legs, watching the pink gel head of the vibrator parting her smooth lips. I'd seen her naked before, but not like this—her knees spread open, working the shaft of a cock between her legs.