RobShit, I’m a dirty motherfucker. Because after the call with Mandy’s parents, after Linda and Ray announced that they wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning, I sprang into action. I had just shy of twenty hours with my baby, twenty hours to feel that tight twat, to test out that sweet pussy, and shit I wasn’t wasting a moment of it.“Honey,” I ground out, voice deep. “You ready for a shower?”Mandy flushed. The girl was still completely nude and doused in my cum, some parts beginning to dry and flake, some still wet and seeping from her secret places. But instead of leaping into action, the little girl shook her head slowly, crossing her legs shyly.“Mr. Parker,” she began, “I don’t want to shower.”I looked at her hard. What the fuck? I thought all women liked to get clean, they were always in the bathroom for ages doing god knows what. So WTF was this?But the brunette shook her head again, clarifying.“Mr. Parker,” she said, clearing her throat. “I don’t want to shower beca
“That’s right baby, that’s what’s going into you. I know Daddy promised to stretch you out a bit, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna take the fast track. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? You think you can go on the fast track like a good girl?”Mandy’s cheeks colored, huge tits quivering, pink nips pointed with desire.“I think so,” she began slowly. “I know so,” she said again, shaking her head with determination. “But Daddy, what is the fast track? I’m not sure.”And I grinned wolfishly.“Baby, it means that Daddy’s gonna prep this little vag good, I’m gonna stretch it out double quick. It’s gonna be sensational because it’s like going to the moon and back when you thought you were just going around the block. So twice as nice, twice as fast. Do you think you can do that for Daddy, baby? You think you can handle it?”And Mandy swallowed hard, eyes never leaving my cock.“I think I can,” she said slowly, “I know I can,” she said, her voice stronger this time. “But
“It’s so wrong,” she breathed before a cry escaped her lips, transforming into a high whine. Because I’d leaned down and with a lascivious smile, trailed the flat of my tongue all the way from her asshole up those pussy lips, finishing at her clit with a last lick. Shit she tasted good, her nectar was going strong, tangy and sweet with a hint of honey.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Did you like that? There’s more of it where it came from if you do as Daddy says. Because we’re learning, baby, we’re learning, and Daddy wants you to give him a guided tour of your twat. So come on baby, what did you just pick up? Show Daddy,” I commanded.Mandy was breathing hard now, barely able to focus, and I wasn’t sure the brunette was going to be able to do it. But taking a deep breath, she looked down, eyes wide, and with one soft finger began to point.“These are my pussy lips,” she murmured, trailing her digits up and down the pink parentheses which grew puffier as she touched them, glossy
And fuck, but it was tight, even for my finger. I pushed in determinedly, pussy flesh spreading to accept me and slowly twisted my finger within that hot channel, massaging her interior.“Mmm!” she moaned again, eyes drifting shut. “Oh Mr. Parker!”I grinned to myself.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “That’s how dick’s gonna feel in you, but much bigger.”But the brunette couldn’t hear, she was lost in the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. So taking advantage of the distraction, I slipped another big finger in, her hole like a vacuum.“Mmmm!” she moaned again, head thrashing slightly against her shoulders now, hips unconsciously jerking. “Mmmm!”And I shook my head, face grim. Because the virgin was so tiny, this snatch unbelievably tight. How the fuck was I gonna get my dick in if my two fingers were already being clamped to death, her interior channel resisting my digits?But there was only one way to go about it, and that was practice.“Baby,” I rasped, “Daddy’s
And Mandy squealed, brown eyes widening as she was breached for the first time, a slight grunt escaping her lips.“That’s right,” I ground out, breathing labored, pausing for a moment. “That was your hymen breaking honey, your girlhood’s gone forever. Now fuck me back,” I commanded.And the brunette tossed her head, moaning a little, thrashing involuntarily within my arms. But there was no place to go, she was embedded on my thick cock, pussy walls eating it up. And with a moan and a shake of her head, a quiver of those huge tits, Mandy gave into the sensations then. Oh yeah, this was a slut who loved dick, a cum receptacle to the max, taking to the water like an eel, and that curvy white body began pulsing beneath me, around me, milking me deep.“Ohhhhh, Rob!” she whined, fingering her tits as I fucked her twat. “Oh, Mr. Parker!”And I grunted, thrusting into her once more, hips picking up speed as I drilled that tiny twat.“Oh fuck,” I ground out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”Because what
MandyI’d heard losing your virginity as painful, but it’s not, not really. Sure, there was a pinch when Rob entered me with his powerful shaft, anything that big going into you is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But I was ready, he’d gotten me so wet and willing that it wasn’t bad at all. I’d squealed, eyes flying open, feeling so full, spread and taken, and utterly his. And there’d only been a moment of discomfort and then the big man was all the way in, seated completely.And oh fuck, but I loved it. I love having Rob’s dick in me, I love how it feels, thick, so huge and enormous, my mouth starts watering whenever I see it, whenever I even think about it. Because I need it in me, in my mouth, my pussy, and yes, even my ass. I’m a cumslut, there’s no doubt. Within twenty-four hours I’ve been transformed from a virgin into a girl who begs for dick, who needs semen like it’s the elixir of life, the only thing that can keep me going.And Mr. Parker’s into it too. After that incredible
And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.“That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.“But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.“Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then,
And with a flounce of my brown curls, I turned and scampered away. Why was Mr. Parker being so serious? This was a time for fun and games, why was he acting like an adult for crying out loud? There was no need, I was happy and ecstatic, in Seventh Heaven all around.But when the big man came down, fully dressed, that black hair slightly ruffled but still absolutely delectable, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play. There was a serious air about him, a gravity. He wanted to talk and I wiggled uncomfortably.“Drink Daddy?” I offered, holding up my own glass of OJ. “There’s OJ or water, I can get you some.”The big man paused for a moment before setting foot in the living room.“Shit, I forgot,” he barked with a harsh laugh. “You’re not even legal to drink, you’re still downing juice.”I nodded, nonplussed. Of course, I was eighteen, not twenty-one, there were three years to go before I could consume alcohol. So I shrugged again.“I can get you something else,” I offered again. “Dad
* * *On Wednesday evening, I left the office before Aiden and drove straight to his place. I was relieved that I’d gotten my daily run in with nausea done around lunchtime. In his apartment, I made sure I’d thrown in the last few things I needed for the trip and then made myself a cup of coffee. I didn’t usually drink it past two or three in the afternoon, but lately, I could sleep at the drop of a hat. I’d been miserably tired in our last brand development meeting, and I was worried that Blake had taken my half-closed eyes as some sort of come on.He wasn’t happy about Aiden coming to the charity ball, either. He tried to play it off, but we could tell that his joke about how surely Aiden had more important things to do wasn’t a joke at all. I’d never tell Aiden, but more and more, Blake was starting to give me the creeps. Even though I’d made it perfectly clear my only interest in him was professional, he still let his gaze linger too long on mine. I’d taken to wearing oversized c
LAYLAI didn’t know what was up with me, but I was determined not to let it ruin my first trip with Aiden. Maybe it was just an extended work trip where we would be up to our old tricks in a new city, but it was still ourfirst vacation. Besides, whatever was going on with me wasn’t like any cold or flu or food poisoning or allergic reaction I’d ever had. It was waves of nausea that struck at strange times, peaked violently after about half an hour, and left me tired but functional for the rest of the day. For the most part, I could hide it from Aiden. He was busy doing a week’s worth of work in two and a half so we could leave for New York after work on Wednesday.Because he was so busy, I was home more, and it was Liv who caught me dry heaving in the bathroom one afternoon.“Whoa,” she said, gingerly placing her hand on my back as if she were considering rubbing it. She changed her mind at a particularly violent retching sound that, as usual, produced nothing. Backing into the doorwa
AIDENI had to tell Jack. I could tell the secrecy was beginning to gnaw at Layla. She was right–there was a point when it had been fun. Clandestine. Now I just wanted to be able to take her out to dinner on our side of town without fear of who we might run into. I wanted to think about our future together without the threat of Jack’s reaction overshadowing it.The problem was, I didn’t know how. The other problem was, the person I normally would have asked for advice was Jack himself. Maureen was my back up, but I couldn’t go to her either. So that was why I found myself telling Carl, my mentee, about it.I don’t know how it came up. It sure as hell wasn’t like he asked,hey man, how’s your love life?Strangely, Carl listened. When I was done, he said, “That’s a real fucking pickle, rich man. What are you going to do about it?” His voice was its usual mixture of disdain and sarcasm, but I sensed that he was genuinely interested.“Hell if I know,” I muttered. I was already regretting t
“I bet she would have planned great vacations for you,” I said quietly. I set down my glass of wine and reached over to squeeze his hand. He didn’t let mine go though, when I went to pull back. Instead, he rose in his seat and tugged me up, too. We kissed across the small bistro table. A warm, heady kiss that was sweeter than the dessert.After we sat back down, I rearranged my napkin in my lap and said in my own carefully casual way, “Maybe one day I can plan a vacation for all three of us.”Aiden shot me a grin. He looked almost normal again, though the fire was still simmering in his eyes. “Maybe,” he agreed. “I guess you two should meet before we fly off to the Bahamas together.”“It’s only fair,” I agreed. “I mean, you do knowmyparents.” I held my breath until Aiden laughed. We were getting better, but the subject of my parentage was still loaded. “I do want you to meet my mom,” he said, sliding his credit card into the bill holder and pushing the last of the dessert closer to me
LAYLAAiden and I were still careful at work, but we let our guard down outside of it. We went to dinner together on the other side of town, and once in a while, he even spent the night at my place now that he knew that Liv and Bran were in on the secret.Liv and Bran had their own secret they thought they were keeping, but Aiden and I were experts at this by now. We knew my brother didn’t really crash on the couch at the end of a long night, and we heard him on those nights he pretended to leave and then doubled back.It was nice to see my brother and my best friend falling for each other, even if it was kind of strange. I hoped that when he eventually found out about me andhisbest friend, my dad would feel similarly.“Don’t count on it,” Aiden said when I mentioned it one night. We’d driven across town to eat at a restaurant we figured was far away enough that no one we knew would be there. We were doing that more and more. It was starting to feel normal to be out with him in public
“Layla went home sick. I’m just checking up on her.”Our footsteps echoed loudly on the uncarpeted steps. By mutual agreement, we’d both turned toward the stairwell rather than waiting for the dodgy looking elevator. Bran was ahead of me, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk on his face as he turned to go up the next flight. But all he said was, “Cool,” in a voice so indifferent I wondered if I’d imagined the smirk.Thanks to Bran, I didn’t have to knock. The door was propped open on its deadbolt because they were clearly expecting him. He walked in and gestured for me to follow.I’d never been inside Layla’s apartment. I’d only waited out front while she ran in to grab something. It was… fine. Not the kind of place I thought she should be leaving the door propped open, but it could be worse. It had style, even if I wasn’t impressed by the elevator or the security.“Layla,” Bran called. “Your boss is here.”Two voices came at once. An unfamiliar one that said, “I’m on a call!” and t
AIDENWhen I heard that Layla had gone home sick, I texted her.Are you going to my place? I’ll try to leave, too.She didn’t answer. I figured she’d take a nap, but hour by hour crawled by without a response. At lunch, I stepped outside and called her. It went straight to voicemail. I texted again, but I was starting to get the bad feeling that this silence had nothing to do with a cold or a nap.At four, I told Maureen I was leaving early.“You’d better not be sick, too,” she warned.“I’m not. I’ll be online.” I was too distracted to worry about whether she thought it was suspicious that I was leaving early.“What about the happy hour?”I’d already been walking toward the door, but now I pulled up short. I’d forgotten all about the damn happy hour. It wasn’t for anything in particular, just a monthly get together where I got face time with anyone who wanted it, and we patronized our favorite local bar. It wasn’t the most important thing in the world, but I tried to never miss it.“S
Joe glanced at me, sensing for the first time that this news might not be as benign as he thought. “Um, yesterday?” He scratched his nose and eyed me, checking to see how that information went over. When my face darkened, he added, “Maybe. I don’t remember.”“Well I just talked to Maureen about it yesterday morning, so either it was yesterday or it was really early this morning,” I said evenly.“Yeah, it was probably yesterday.” Joe pulled an apologetic face. As if he were the one with something to apologize for. Then he wrapped up his uneaten egg sandwich and made a quick exit.I stayed in the break room for another few minutes, trying to get a handle on my anger. My tendency was to go with the emotion–let it swell and break and deal with the cause of it. I didn’t like to let things fester. This time, though, I really did try to tame it. I asked myself if I was being unreasonable–maybe this wasn’t actually Aiden treating me like a child. Maybe there was some way in which he could ask
LAYLAI sensed Aiden’s mood even before I saw his face. It was the way he moved when he came out onto the balcony. A stiffness in the set of his shoulders that was echoed in his face when he turned around. He lowered himself into the chair beside mine without kissing me first.I closed my book, keeping my finger between the pages to save my spot. I had a pretty good idea what this was about.Aiden didn’t waste time getting to the point. “You went around me.”“I went up the chain of command,” I countered. “I report to Maureen.”“I don’t give a damn who you report to at work. You went aroundme.” He bit off the words. “Not as your boss, but as your–whatever the fuck we’re doing is called.”“I think that about describes it,” I drawled, hoping to tempt him out of this fight. I dogeared the corner of my page and set it down beside my chair.Aiden wasn’t tempted though. Or amused. If anything, his face grew stormier. “If that’s all it was, I wouldn’t bother.”I stood up and slid into his lap