“Damn, you feel so good, angel,” he purrs. “You’re a natural baby.”
Darren’s praise gives me the loveliest tingle of joy up my spine. I want to giggle with glee, but that will have to wait because right now his hard dick feels like it’s almost halfway down my throat. It’s intense, having him so deep inside me, but I love the way it feels.
Something is happening to Darren though. His hands are clenching tighter around my pigtails and the muscles of his thighs and butt are hardening with tension.
“Oh fuck,” Darren grunts as he pumps into me. “Oh fuck…”
And then it happens. His cock bucks in my mouth and releases a massive gush of hot, gooey semen. The first rush of it slides straight down my throat. But Darren has a lot of cum left to give me. Gosh, has he been saving this up or something? I mean, I’ve seen dirty movies, so I have some idea about how much is supposed to come out. This feels like way more than normal.
I moan and whine as his fluid coats my mouth, and that intense salty flavor tingles my tongue again. My hands are on his shaft and his balls, milking every drop of seed I can get out of him.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t quite swallow it all. At last, I have to release him from my mouth, and a few final spurts streak across my chest.
I gulp the air greedily.
“Darren,” I pant. “Holy fuck that was amazing.”
His head is thrown back in ecstasy, and it takes him a minute to come back to his senses. When he does, he grins down at me with a wicked, dirty gleam in his eyes.
“Now it’s my turn to taste you, princess.”
-Five-
Massive fingers hook beneath the hem of my top, drawing it up over my head. My bare breasts bounce free, nipples hardened to tight pink peaks.
“Holy shit, those are some gorgeous tits,” Darren whispers. “Absolutely perfect.”
There he goes, giving me the warm tinglies again. But I want to see his body too. My fingers start fumbling frantically at his shirt buttons, but I guess Darren doesn’t want to waste any time, because he just rips it open like Superman.
And let me tell you, the muscular torso that he reveals when he tears his shirt away sure as heck looks good enough to belong to Superman. Well, actually, I guess he could be Superman’s Daddy, with that salt-and-pepper fur on his chest and running up the middle of his tight abs.
Another jolt of desire pulses through me, and I realize just how wet I’m getting down below. It’s seeping out of me and wetting my inner thighs with need.
“Darren, I’m so horny,” I whine like I’m crying about a boo-boo and I need him to kiss it and make it better.
My sexy older stud doesn’t need much convincing anymore. In the blink of an eye, my shorts are gone, revealing the sopping wet cotton panties underneath.
“Shit, baby,” he murmurs, cupping my mound with his fingers. “You’re so wet right now it’s unreal.”
“You did that,” I half sob. It almost sounds like an accusation. “You made me wet.”
“Well then I’d better do something about it,” he says cooly.
But the way he wedges his face between my legs is anything but cool. In fact, it’s steaming hot. He’s licking me and strumming my erect clit through the fabric of my panties, nipping and kissing me, his scruffy cheeks rubbing deliciously at my soft, moist inner thighs.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me?” I moan softly.
His fingers draw my panties aside, and now his mouth is touching me, skin on skin. For such a hard and masculine man, his lips are incredibly soft and moist. The contrast of sensations drives me wild—his rough, scruffing jaw and his smooth, plush lips. I squirm and curl my fingers through his thick hair.
“Eat me,” I beg him. “Please make me come.”
Darren licks me with long, lusty strokes of his tongue, slathering me with his saliva and spreading my own natural lubrication all around. His lips latch onto my aching clit. He sucks it into his mouth and strums it with his tongue. I bite down hard on my knuckle to stifle my screams.
“You taste just like fucking heaven, little angel,” he whispers, and his warm breath ghosts over my drenched pussy, making me tingle and writhe.
“Touch me,” I plead with him as I rake my fingers over his scalp. “Touch me inside, Darren.”
I gasp on an inhale as his first finger enters me. It glides inside just as smooth as butter and tickles my special spot. Almost instantly my channel starts to swell and clench around him. It's like my pussy is trying to suck his finger.
Another finger goes inside. He spreads his fingers like a narrow V, stretching me just a little. Testing me out and breaking me in. Then he goes back to stroking my tender zone, this time with two fingers, sending rippling waves of pleasure through me.
Meanwhile, his talented tongue is not letting up one bit on my throbbing clit.
Okay, I thought that big dick of his was the reason the ladies are crazy about him, but now I’m realizing there’s so much more. This guy is a pleasure machine. He’s a freaking sex god, and I’m about to come on his fingers and his tongue.
“Please, Darren,” I whisper. “Oh please…”
My pussy cinches tight around his fingers. It grips him like a small hand. The tension welling up inside me expands and bursts in an explosion of pure bliss. My toes curl. My fingers grip the slippery satin sheets, and I thrash as the climax—my second of the evening—rolls through me. I have to bite down on a pillow to keep from shrieking.
When the orgasm has passed through me, I just lie there gasping for air, my bare breasts heaving.
“Oh fuck,” I pant. “Oh fuck…”
My body feels exhausted, even though I was just lying on the bed the whole time. My muscles are limp with relaxation.
But Darren is far from done with me.
As I lie there catching my breath, he slowly crawls on to the bed, his massive muscular body looming over my small and much more delicate one. He moves like a Bengal tiger on the prowl. A tiger with a massive hard-on I might add.
Didn’t he just blow a huge load in my mouth? Surely he can’t have anything left in those big smooth nuts of his, can he?
“You feel so fucking good inside,” Darren says in a husky voice. “So fucking soft and tender.”
He dips his head to kiss and suckle my tingling breasts. He nibbles at my peaks. He kisses my collarbone. He works his way up my vulnerable neck until his mouth finds mine and we melt together once more. The kiss is so deep and sensuous, I swear I almost get off a third time just from that.
But Darren has something else in mind.
He is rocking his pelvis with a back and forth motion like he is fucking me, but his cock is not inside. Instead, the underside of his gently curving shaft is gliding over my surface like a bow over violin strings. The silent music that it creates sends goosebumps shivering across every inch of my naked flesh.
“Now I’m gonna claim this sweet little virgin pussy,” Darren growls into my open mouth.
He grips his shaft and angles his blunt cockhead so that it splits my pussy petals. His tip kisses my dewey opening with residue of sticky semen from when he spilled in my mouth. It occurs to me, somewhere in the back of my mind, that this is a pregnancy risk. It seems like Darren has forgotten about his magnum condoms. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.
“Darren,” I whisper, “wait…”
But my naughty tone of voice isn’t convincing, not even to myself. I want that cock inside me, raw and naked, and I want it right fucking now.
“Your perfect pussy belongs to me now, angel.”
A soft little giggle-gasp escapes my lips as Darren’s tip enters me. His supple, round cockhead stretches my opening, and my muscles contract in anticipation of another orgasm. Whatever Darren did to me with his mouth and fingers, it has left me insanely sensitive to every little touch.
“Good girl,” Darren breathes, soothing my cheek with his hand.
“Darren,” I whimper. “God, you feel so big inside me.”
I cock my head to look down the length of my naked body. Between my legs, I can see the thick, veined pole of Darren’s manhood gradually disappearing inside me, inch by throbbing inch. His girth stretches my inner muscles, and I wince just a little at the twinge of pain I feel down there.
But that is more than made up for by the intense pleasure of being filled to capacity by Darren’s huge cock. As he plunges his dick all the way to my center, and his heavy smooth balls come to rest against my ass, I realize that it has finally happened.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
“Oh fuck that feels so amazing,” I gasp, clinging to Darren’s shoulders and hooking my legs around his hips. “Fuck me, Darren, fuck me.”
He starts off slow and steady, pumping in and out with long, gliding strokes. Each time his hot cock fills my cavity I gasp in amazement at the sensation. The last bit of pain has been completely washed away in waves of unadulterated pleasure as Darren fucks my tight, hitherto untouched pussy.
“Fuck me harder,” I beg him, and I buck my hips into his pelvis, helping him drive his dick even deeper.
Darren picks up the tempo and thrusts into me forcefully. Raunchy squelching sounds are coming from our joining, and my inner thighs are slathered with the thick lubrication flowing from my hole.
In a brief flash of clarity, it hits me how insane this is. My employer and my Daddy’s best friend is fucking me, and he’s fucking me raw with no protection. If Daddy found out, I bet he would kill us both. Then again, who better to introduce his little girl to a world of sexual pleasure than his protective best friend?
My sexy older lover grunts and growls as he fucks me. His left hand squeezes and kneads my breast that is still stained with his first load. Meanwhile, his right hand comes up to my throat, holding my jolting body in place. His fingers tease at my sexy choker—the only article of clothing I still have on, besides my socks.
“Say it,” Darren whispers over the sucking sounds of my pussy getting fucked, “Say what you said in your video.”
“Fuck me,” I whine softly. “Come inside me.”
That’s what I want too. I know it’s crazy, I know the consequences, and I don’t care. I want this man to fill me with his seed. I want him to fuck a baby into me.
But Darren’s not satisfied.
“Say the rest…”
My eyes go wide as I remember, and just thought of it sends an additional pulse of pleasure surging through me. That delectable tension is building up at my core again, and I know I’m right on the verge of another climax.
I throw my arms around Darren’s neck and hold on tight as he pounds me. Ever so softly, like I’m telling him a secret, I whisper in his ear.
“Come inside me, Daddy.”
Darren groans with pleasure. His cock pummels me with three incredibly forceful thrusts, and on the last one, he plunges deep and holds it there. I swear I feel his cock swell inside me before it erupts, spilling another load of his hot love into my depths.
“Oh fuck, Daddy!” I squeal.
Darren claps his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries of bliss. I know we need to be quiet for the boys, but things are out of my hands now. My body is totally out of my control. I quake and shudder as multiple intense orgasms rock me, tensing and relaxing my muscles in waves.
When Darren finally takes his hand away, I’m a shattered mess. My bones have turned to jelly, and a trickle of drool dribbles down my cheek. When I try to speak, all that comes out is a jumble of incoherent, happy nonsense.
I never knew it was possible to experience pleasure so intensely.
But Darren is still not done. He picks me up like I weigh nothing at all and flips my rag-doll body over so I’m laying on my tummy. His rock hard cock strokes along the cleft of my butt a couple of times, and then he glides deep into my pussy again.
“Your little pussy is mine now,” he grunts as he fucks me again. “This little pussy belongs to Daddy.”
I gurgle my agreement as he plows me from behind. This time, our fucking is lubricated by Darren’s previous load which is oozing out of me and pooling on the ruined satin covers.
I am spent from being fucked so hard. I have nothing left to give. All I can do is lie there and let Darren use my limp and listless body like I’m his little fuck doll as I moan into his pillows.
When I climax again, it hits me so hard I nearly pass out. When I come back to my senses, Darren’s cock is twitching and bucking inside me, spewing his semen into me yet again.
How the fuck does he do it? At this point, he should be down to the dregs, but somehow his load isn’t even slightly diminished. It’s like this man has an endless supply. He even has enough to pull out and squirt a few sticky ropes across my bare ass to mark me as his territory.
“Good girl,” he grunts, as he rolls to his side and spoons my messy, ravaged body. “Sweet, dirty little angel.”
Weak and weary, I snuggle my sticky butt against his sex and he clutches me tightly against him. For a moment I’m afraid he’s going to start fucking me again, and I don’t think my hypersensitive body can take any more. But he relents, stroking my skin and cooing sweet words into my ear.
Gradually, the full implication of what we have just done sinks in. Darren just fucked me unprotected and filled me not once but twice with his cum.
“Darren,” I whisper, a hint of concern creeping into my voice “What if…”
He shushes me and cuddles me close, pulling the satin covers over our naked bodies.
“Don’t worry, little one,” he breathes, reading my thoughts. “Whatever happens, I’ll take care of you.”
His hand moves to my belly, suggesting that you might be plural.
“You’re mine now,” he whispers. “You’re my little girl, and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you ever.”
I swear my entire body smiles when I hear him say that. I nestle my butt against him and feel his amazingly still-hard cock wedged in my crack. I swear, he could probably go another round if he wanted to. God, what an amazing man and what an amazing cock.
It’s the first cock to ever go inside me, and it’s gonna be the last one too. Darren’s is the only cock I’ll ever need or want. I’m spoiled now, and nothing but the very best will do.
-Six-
I wake up with a start. The early morning sunlight is streaming in through the windows, and the birds are chirping outside. Darren’s muscular arm is still wrapped around me, and his heavy, sleeping breath is tickling warmly at my neck.
Everything that happened last night between us was so perfect that it could have been a dream. But it was very real. When I look down at the sheets, I can still see the stains of our messy lovemaking.
And Darren’s juicy cock is as hard as ever, pressed tightly against my soft tushy. I wonder if his dick ever gets soft.
I feel a brief pulse of panic, realizing I stayed out all night, but then I remember I told my parents I’d be staying at my friend’s house. I check my phone, just to be safe. No messages or missed calls. I’m in the clear.
But I need a drink of water big time.
Taking care not to wake my dirty daddy, I wriggle out of his embrace, gather up my clothes, and put them on. Then I tiptoe out into the hall.
“Anniston?” a tiny voice calls.
I turn in surprise and see Darren’s boys standing in the hall in their jammies, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
“Look, it’s Anniston,” Taylor says, nudging his little brother.
“Good morning, Anniston,” little Charlie says sleepily. “Are you going to fix us breakfast?”
At first, I’m embarrassed, but then I remember these little boys don’t know about the birds and the bees yet. They probably just think I was having a little slumber party with their daddy. And the little ones are just too cute to resist. I take them by the hand we go down to the kitchen together, as Taylor talks to me a mile a minute, telling me all about the wonderful dreams he had last night.
When Darren
comes downstairs a few minutes later, the boys are both sitting at the table eating cereal and swinging their little feet happily.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I tease him.
Darren cocks a sexy grin. He looks back and forth between me and the boys. His expression is slightly surprised, but I can tell he doesn’t mind one bit.
“Haha! Daddy’s a sleepyhead!” Taylor blurts, and little Charlie laughs so hard he makes a mess with his milk.
The coffee has just finished brewing, and I fill a cup for Darren and take it to him.
“Sleep well, Daddy?” I whisper, quiet enough that the boys can’t hear.
He gives me a wink and we all sit down together at the table. It’s funny how simple it is. Everything just seems to fit, and it doesn’t feel weird at all.
When the boys finish their breakfast, I gather up their empty bowls and cups and take them to the sink. They ask their daddy if they can go watch cartoons. He gives them permission and they run excitedly out of the kitchen. However, before he goes, little Charlie turns around to say something.
“I think Anniston should be our mommy.”
Then he runs off to join his brother in front of the TV in the living room.
Smiling, Darren stands up and joins me by the sink. He coils his arms around me and squeezes me in a warm and loving hug.
“Listen, Anniston,” he says, his breath warm against my cheek. “I really need a babysitter again this evening.”
“Oh really?” I whisper. “Where are you going tonight?”
“Nowhere. I’ll be here all night long.”
I turn to face him. His soft lips brush against mine.
“I don’t know,” I tease. “I’ll have to check my schedule.”
For some reason, I just can’t help being bratty with the man of the house. But he’s not having any of that. His fist clutches my messy pigtail firmly. Meanwhile, his lips are softly kissing along my neck. It’s such a mindfuck how he can be rough and gentle with me all at the same time.
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