He Won't Pull Out of His Daughter's Sexy Friends: The Total Insemination Collection (He Won't Pull Out! Book 11)

by Amanda Clover

  She caught him staring.

  "What're you looking at, Mr. Mars?" she asked.

  He thought she was just old enough to keep him out of jail and young enough to get him in a whole lot of trouble, but he kept that thought to himself.

  "Trying to keep my eyes on the road," he said.

  "It's almost four hours to King's Mountain. We'll just have to stop and take a break somewhere. Maybe," she turned in the seat so he could see her mound covered by her tight shorts, "we can finish something we started back at my house."

  "I, uh, think we'll drive straight there."

  That was the plan. He had to find his daughter before she did something stupid. Gillian was a demoness though, taking any opportunity to lean past him to rummage in the back seat, showing off her firm ass in her short-shorts, or leaning across the stick shift and rubbing his leg. Her hands became increasingly adventurous until she had him unzipped and was stroking him. Driving became complicated. He had to avoid crashing and avoid letting too many truckers get a look at what was happening in the Jeep. Eventually, he gave up on the latter and allowed the passing truck drivers to see the hot teen jerking his cock.

  "You like that, Mr. Mars?" she asked, leaning into his ear, her breasts against his arm.

  "You know I do, sweetie, but I don't think it's safe."

  "Safe?" She giggled. "I have a condom in my purse. You want me to put it on you?"

  "That's not what I meant."

  She knew exactly what he meant. Her next suggestion was to pull over and this time he could not deny her. There was a rest stop up ahead on the right. He tucked his hard cock into his jeans and zipped up as they pulled into the lot. It wasn't too busy at least, just a few vacation travelers and truckers.

  "Come on," he said, helping her out of the truck.

  It was hardly a romantic location. The big windows at least filled the tourist center with daylight, but the strong smell of disinfectant was a sour note covering up a musty unpleasantness. Gillian wrinkled her button nose.

  "Ew."

  "Come on," he said, helping her hobble towards the door marked PRIVATE.

  He knocked and received no answer. Inside was a mixture of supply closet and office. With a security computer and janitorial supplies sharing the small, grimy space.

  "Here?" said Gillian.

  "Here," growled Spencer, pushing her up against the desk.

  They kissed with a passion that alleviated any concerns about the dingy surroundings or being caught by the rest stop's custodian. The muffled sounds of travelers coming and going and even the sound of toilets flushing only added to the illicit tension of the moment. Spencer's tongue opened her mouth and he kissed her roughly. Gillian's hands moved beneath his shirt. She felt his muscular body and the hair of his chest. Her fingers brushed against his nipples.

  He wanted to see the breasts he had lusted over a dozen times in the hot tub out at his cabin. Those firm tits that always perfectly filled Gillian's bikini tops, like something out of a commercial or a catalog for bikinis. Seeing them in her bra was hot, but as he lifted her tank top and unbuckled her lace, he moaned at the sight of them. He guessed they were big c-cups, creamy pale compared to her lightly tanned skin and deliciously pert as he slipped off her bra. Her nipples were pink and tiny, with small, prickled areolas just a shade off the tone of her skin.

  "You are so fucking hot," he moaned between kisses and gathered her titflesh in both his hands.

  Her nipples pressed against his palms. He crushed the soft flesh of her tits and plucked at her straining buds. He pulled his mouth away from hers and bent down to kiss her breasts. His lips traveled to Gillian's breasts and he inhaled her flowery smell.

  His kisses trailed to one hard nipple and he sucked, eliciting a cry from her as she cradled his head against her breasts. While he kissed the other, he slipped his hand into her panties. She was soaked beneath his fingers. He strummed his fingers the length of her slick groove and flicked her hard nipple with the tip of his tongue. She pushed her pussy against his hand.

  "Oh, Mr. Mars, suck them," she cried.

  His lips popped with suction as he gathered one nipple and the surrounding areola into his mouth and sucked hard. It left a blushing mark in her pale flesh. Both of her hard nipples glistened with his saliva. His thrusting fingers sloshed in her dripping groove. She was boiling to be fucked and he had to fuck her. He pulled his fingers from her panties and pressed them into her mouth. Her tongue darted and curled between his fingers and she sucked her sweet juices off his fingers. He kissed her again, only briefly, only to taste her cum, before pulling back.

  "Turn around," he said. "I have to fuck you now."

  She bit her lower lip and nodded submissively. There was no disguising the smoldering lust in those blue eyes.

  She turned around, hands on the shelves of cleaning supplies above the desk and the perfect heart of her ass thrust back at Spencer. That luscious roundness was swallowing her tiny short-shorts. He fell to his knees behind her, peeling the shorts down and then the blue lace of her panties, the gusset dark with her juices. There was a fine red line marking the spot where the shorts had been wedged into the pale triangle of bikini coverage on her cheeks.

  "Ohhh fuck, look at that ass." Spencer smacked his lips against it and caressed it with both hands. She looked back over her shoulder and he sucked on the smooth curve of one cheek. Hard enough to make a wet pop when he released the suction.

  "Be gentle, Mr. Mars," she cooed. "Your cock is so big...I don't want you to hurt me."

  Spencer stood behind her and smacked one cheek. It was so firm that there was only a little jiggle, but his handprint quickly appeared. He gave her another swat for symmetry.

  "Oooh, was I bad?" pouted Gillian.

  "You're the naughtiest girl I've ever met," he said and gave her a third and fourth smack.

  It was a game he couldn't play for long. He needed her dripping pussy. He needed to feel its tightness around his cock. Spencer unzipped and dragged out his swollen length. There was already a hint of precum at the tip.

  "That condom is in my purse," said Gillian. "Put it on, baby."

  Spencer laced his fingers into her hair and tightened his hold until his fist was against the back of her head. He yanked her head to the side so she could see him as he pushed the slick bell of his cockhead to her dripping folds.

  "Bareback is the only way I fuck," he growled and thrust his cock into her churning tunnel.

  Gillian's eyes went wide and she cried out as he filled her in a stroke, pushing into her until his cock pressed against her cervix. She was so hot and tight around him that he had to stay still for a few seconds or unload into her on that first thrust.

  "Do you like the way that feels? Stretching that tight little pussy?"

  "Yessssss," she moaned.

  He began to move, slowly at first, working just a couple inches in and out to give her tight pussy a chance to adjust to his size. He held her head pulled back and began to thrust harder into her, jamming against her cervix and fucking in and out, his cock coated in her slippery juices. That perfect ass of hers slapped against him. Each thrust vibrated up through her firm body, so toned that only her tits jiggled even as he began to really pound her hard.

  "Ohhhhhh god, Mr. Mars. You're going to make me cum!"

  "Yeah? You want to cum on this big dick?" He slowed his thrusts. "Then you do it, sweetie. Make yourself cum on this dick."

  He relaxed his grip and leaned his shoulders back to watch as the tight teenager thrust back, impaling her hairless pink pussy onto his cock. She rocked her hips and bounced her ass against him. As tight as she was, she was wet enough that it hardly mattered. Her juices were literally spilling down his balls as she began to fuck harder and harder back into his cock.

  "Oh, Mr. Mars, I love that bigggg dick."

  "Go on, baby, work that ass for me. Cum on that cock."

  Her face was flushed, loose strands of her golden hair hanging across her parted lips, her e
yes lidded with her boiling passion. He could feel her heat rising around him. Her grip tightening as her ass bounced against his legs. He wet his thumb in his mouth and dropped it into her crack. She moaned and he felt her vice squeezing around him. She was cumming, hard, and her asshole flexed beneath his thumb. He pushed as it relaxed and popped the first knuckled of his thick digit up her little hole.

  "Ohhhhhhhh my ass!" she cried, but did not stop, fucking back against his cock, her clenching cunt swallowing him up as her asshole squeezed against his probing thumb.

  She was at the height of her orgasm when the door suddenly opened. An elderly Latino custodian in a janitor's coveralls stepped into the office. The name "Julio" was embroidered on the chest of the uniform. He looked up from the mop bucket he was pushing at Spencer and Gillian caught in the throes of their pleasure.

  "Close the fucking door," snarled Spencer.

  He meant for Julio to leave with his bucket so he could finish up, but Julio reached back and shut the door behind him, closing himself into the small office with the rutting couple.

  "Oh my fucking god," gasped Gillian. "He's staring right at us."

  "You can't do that in this room," said Julio in Spanish.

  "Too late for that," replied Spencer in Spanish. "I'm doing it."

  For emphasis, Spencer gave Gillian another smack on her round bottom. She cried out in surprise. He sawed his cock into her pussy, finishing her orgasm on the rigid length of his fucktool. Julio stared.

  "You have to get out of here. I will get fired."

  "Back that pussy up into me again, baby," said Spencer, leaning back again and letting Gillian's ass bounce against him, her hot grove sliding onto his length. He glanced at Julio and said in Spanish, "You going to throw us out? Or you want to see this sweet pussy get filled with cum?"

  "I want to see," said Julio after a moment.

  "Oh my god, what is he saying? What are you saying?"

  Spencer smacked her ass again. "Don't stop fucking me, baby. He's not going to do anything."

  "This is so fucked up," said Gillian, but she did not stop. She worked her hips and thrust her ass into Spencer's cock. He continued to wiggle his thumb into her clenching pucker. He could feel his balls tightening and his cock swelling up to explode.

  The small room filled with the sound of their colliding bodies, the soft slurp of Gillian's pussy, her girlish grunts and Spencer's groans, and the perverse heavy breathing of the custodian. He was rubbing his cock through the tented front of his coveralls. The room was also full of the hot, sweaty smell of sex. Spencer fucked his thumb deeper into Gillian's anus. He could feel his cock stretching her pussy through the hot walls of her ass.

  "I'm going to cum," he groaned. "I'm going to cum inside you."

  She started to try to push away from him, but Spencer grabbed her hip with one hand and rammed his cock so hard into her that she lost her grip on the shelf. She fell forward across the computer keyboard.

  "Please, pull out," she moaned. "I'm not on any...pills..."

  "That just makes it hotter," said Spencer and then he added, in Spanish, "because I'm going to put a baby in that tight pussy."

  "Oh my god," groaned Julio, squeezing his cock.

  Spencer chuckled at the custodian's reaction. He popped his thumb out of Gillian ass, watching her little pucker slowly close as he powered into her teenage tunnel. He needed the hand to hold her hips. She was bucking against him, maybe even fighting to get him to pull out, but not fighting very hard. He leaned over her back, rutting deep into her, bending the soft heat of her cervix with the force of his cock.

  "Take it," he shouted through his gritted teeth as hot spunk launched into the trembling depths of Gillian's unprotected pussy.

  "Ohhhh god," she cried. "I can feel it."

  His throbbing cock pumped waves of his seed into her deepest cove, coating her quivering walls and drenching the cup of her womb in his sperm. His strokes slowed. His powerful spurts diminished to a dribble as her muscles milked his spent tool. He stayed like that, feeling her squeezing him, slowly releasing his hold on her hips.

  "You came inside me," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

  "And you liked it, didn't you?" he asked.

  "Yessss," she hissed.

  "Oh my lord in heaven," said Julio in Spanish as he looked down at the wet spot spreading on his coveralls.

  "Do you have a phone?" asked Spencer in Spanish. "Give it to me."

  Julio took out a phone and passed it to Spencer. Gillian tried to lift her head from the desk, but Spencer pushed it back down.

  "Stay just like that for a second, baby, I want to do something."

  He stepped back and his cock slipped free of her pussy with a slurp and a gentle gush of trapped cum. It dripped from her gooey, swollen folds and spilled in a long strand down to the floor between her feet. Spencer got the phone's camera close to her pussy, framed a good view of her gooey velvet, her firm thighs and the pale bikini triangle of her ass, and he took a picture. The phone played a shutter sound.

  "What the heck?" demanded Gillian.

  "Don't worry, sweetie, your face wasn't in the picture. Just a little souvenir for our friend here. Something to prove this really happened when he tells his friends the story."

  "Gracias," said Spencer and tossed the phone to Julio.

  Spencer pulled Gillian's panties and shorts up her thighs and over her gooey groove. He gave her ass one last smack and then helped her up from the desk. She was blushing furiously as Julio got a quick look at her tits. She had a paperclip stuck to her left breast just below the nipple and a post-it note on her face.

  Back in the Jeep, Spencer could tell she was pissed off, but he also knew that in a few hours, or maybe a few days, Gillian would be thinking about that moment in the closed office, the old janitor watching her get fucked by her first monster-sized cock. She would think about it and she would get wet. And then she'd call him.

  He pulled back onto the highway and they finished the drive without discussing what had happened back at the rest stop. He stole glances of her, perched on the seat and trying to stay comfortable with her broken leg. He had to stop himself when he realized he was getting hard again. For the time being, he had to forget about Gillian and focus on Maddy. He had wasted enough time and he had to stop whatever was going to happen.

  The looping roller coasters and the tower of the Royal Peak appeared in the distance. Even pushing fifty, Spencer felt his pulse quicken a little at the familiar sight of the amusement park. Gillian couldn't hide her smile.

  "I'll get a wheelchair," he said. "If you're okay with that."

  "Beats limping," she said. "Should I text Maddy?"

  "No. I want to surprise them."

  He risked parking in the handicap spaces and went and got a wheelchair to wheel Gillian into the park. He spotted Karen's mom's van in the lot and so he paid for two tickets and headed into the park. It was pretty quiet past the ticket booths. The rides were running and there were some tour groups, but none of the crowds there would be later in the summer.

  "You ready?" asked Spencer.

  "For what?" Gillian asked with confusion.

  Spencer answered by pushing the wheelchair with her in it at a high rate of speed. He thought of it as a power walk, but it was more like a jog and it drew the attention of people as Gillian laughed and hung on for dear life. He pounded ground through the water park, around the King's Castle and all the way to the Alpine Lodge with the big roller coasters. He worked up a sweat and Gillian was acting like it was the best ride in the park.

  "There they are!" she cried as they rolled into the marketplace.

  Spencer saw them. Karen, Tamara, Karen's mom, her little brothers, and...no Maddy. He wheeled Gillian up to them and tried to catch his breath.

  "What are you doing here, Mr. M?" asked Tamara.

  "Maddy," he said. "Where is Maddy?"

  "Oh, um, I think she went to the water park," said Karen.

  He grab
bed Karen and Tamara by their hands and dragged them over to the hot pretzel stand. They acted like a couple of kids caught finger painting on the wall.

  "I know why Maddy was so excited. Gillian told me everything. Where is she?"

  His eyes swept back and forth. Tamara managed to meet his gaze. Karen looked away. He tilted her chin to look into his eyes.

  "Karen, you tell me where she is with Bryce. I can't let this happen."

  "There's a hotel here in the park," said Tamara. "Room 515."

  He gave Gillian a handful of money and, impulsively, a kiss on the cheek. Karen's mom gawked at him for doing that and he could tell Gillian was embarrassed. He didn't care. Even when Tamara glared at him as he walked past her.

  Spencer practically ran for the hotel. He slipped the concierge a twenty and flashed his ID to prove he was related to the woman in the hotel room.

  "If you don't give me a key, I will break down your door. My daughter is in there doing something she is going to regret for the rest of her life."

  The concierge shrugged and handed him a key card. He took the elevator to the hotel's fifth floor and ran to the room. There was a "do not disturb" sign hanging from the knob. He tore it off and tossed it into the hall. He swiped the card and the lock clicked open. He stepped inside.

  The room was dark, the curtains pulled. There was a strong smell of perfume in the air, as if someone had walked around the room spraying it. The bathroom door open and the light was off. He passed the grilled door of the closet and rounded the corner to see his daughter in the bed.

  She had the comforter pulled up to her chin. Her face was flushed and there was a torn packet of Tylenol on the nightstand. Sweat beaded her forehead.

  "Daddy?" she croaked. "What are you doing here?"

  That was not the reaction he expected. He wasn't exactly sure what to say.

  "It's...I heard you might be in trouble..."

  "What? No, I just got a little headache and had to come lie down."

  "Oh, well," he sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed his daughter's hair from her warm forehead. "I must have heard wrong. Are you feeling better?"