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
And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out. “Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.” And Rob shook his head again. “Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I
MandyI started a bit, my foot kicking out from the blanket before I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? My brain felt fuzzy, limbs heavy and I shook my head, bewildered. What in the world? This bed was unfamiliar, the mattress hard and slippery, and the light from the window was coming in from the wrong direction.Suddenly, it all came rushing back. Holy shit, I’d lost my virginity to Mr. Parker, the man I’d yearned after for years. We’d done it, we’d finally done it and it had been amazing in all ways, I’d absolutely loved it.Except he had reservations, and not just small ones. The big man genuinely thought he was doing me a favor by limiting us to a weekend of the physical and I gasped, looking at the clock quickly. Holy shit, it was 8 p.m. already and my parents would be here the next morning. There wasn’t much time left … if he was still interested in me.So grabbing a robe, I wound it around myself and tiptoed down the stairs. I didn’t look much, I could tell. My hair was messy fr
And Mr. Parker nodded.“I remember that,” he growled, taking a sip of wine. “I remember when you went from Mandy Dandy to Mandy the knock-out in a month. Twenty-seven days to be exact.”I gasped, turning to him.“You remember?” I stuttered. “You noticed, you were counting?”And Rob took another slow sip of wine.“Absolutely baby,” he said. “You’ve thought of me as Uncle Rob for a long time, but I’ve been noticing you for a lot longer than that,” he said, voice measured. “I’ve been aware of you for a long time honey, when those breasts started to grow, believe me, I noticed. Any man would.”I blushed again.“But I was so young then, awkward and lame,” my voice trailed off.“Like I said, any man would notice,” continued Rob roughly. “It doesn’t matter that you were young. I mean, it matters, I wouldn’t have touched you, but I noticed. I have eyes, I can see honey, and I’m just a man. Besides, you were so beautiful it was impossible to look away.”I choked again, this time literally huff
“That’s right,” he ground out once more, blue eyes piercing, unbelievably hot. “I’ve been sniffing your cunt for years now honey, there’s never a scent that was so sweet, it was hell taking you to the movies, getting wafts of that delectable heat the entire time we were in the theater,” he rasped. “Good thing it was dark,” he barked, “Because I had a hard-on the entire time. And all those bathroom trips, baby? I was going to jerk-off, I needed you so bad.”I gasped once more, cheeks flushing. I had thought it was weird, the way Rob got up to go to the bathroom constantly, but I thought it was because he was texting a date, a woman he was meeting up with later, and didn’t want to be rude in the darkened theater.“Oh my god,” I breathed, my food forgotten now. “So these past four years, you’ve been watching me.”Rob nodded.“Not just watching baby, lusting after, desiring, wanting to take you all for my own,” he admitted, voice harsh. “It’s been fucking hell, and this past year, I staye
And this time, as we made love, there was an element of true caring in our movements. Somehow, the air had been cleared between us. He and I had revealed our longing for one another, the fact that for years, we’d been watching each other, Rob slowly biding his time, clamping down on his reactions so as to not overstep.And me, I’d been lusting after him, flat out. After trailing him for years like a puppy, suddenly I was a woman grown, one with assets, a mind of my own, and a body with needs. And it was time to sate those needs, even if we only had a short while.“Mr. Parker,” I murmured into his mouth. “My parents are coming tomorrow morning. Let’s make the most of the time we have left, okay? Please,” I said, on the edge of begging. “Please Rob.”The big man groaned deep in his throat, those big hands moving up and down my back.“Baby,” he rasped. “We’ve already gone so far, and yeah, I’m more than happy to make you feel good. I love you Amanda,” he groaned. “I fucking love you hone
He’s a coward.Anger rises in me again, and I reach my drink and take it to my lips.I’m enjoying it when I see Charles walk up to me. He’s told me he’d be working with his team until late on a small gathering they’re throwing the next day for people of the trade. I wave at him, and he comes to my table with a determined expression, and long strides like he knows what he’s looking for. Who he’s looking for.My gut clenches. Something isn’t right.Was Dan an ass to him too, on the way back? Did Dan say anything bad about Whitney?Or did a bastard like me do something bad to Whitney?Like fuck her, again and again? I feel color draining from my face, and when Charles gets on the table with a disappointed look on his face, I already know it.“You jerk! I trusted you all those years. My daughter, really?” Charles says, flushed.My throat is dry and tight.Somehow he found out, and denying it will only make him angrier.Guilt crawls its way into my chest, and it’s hard to breathe. How can I
Maddox“And this is where guests and locals come for drinks and music,” I say, gesturing as we emerge into the club. I see quite a few more patrons than the past few weeks, which shows me that Whitney’s efforts have worked. We’ve had more visitors and increased sales. Always a plus.I’d be a lot happier if it weren’t for the company.My body is still stiff, as I had to go through an entire dinner with Dan Walters who happens to be almost as annoying as he is misogynistic. I guess it’s been a while since I last sat through a meal with the guy. We’re not friends, and I’ve met him in social events and basically small talked.I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and say maybe the reason why he’s been talking about women nonstop and not under the best light is because of his divorce. Maybe he’s broken, and feels more powerful if he’s bragging about all the pussy he’s getting.But the cynical part of me knows better.This guy is a certified douchebag, and I hope Astrid can get a good
WhitneyI strideinto the hotel lobby.Right now, Dan Walters the politician should be having dinner with Maddox. Maybe dinner is already over and they’re touring the hotel. Astrid is there in the club, ready to snap a couple of pictures as planned, and then send it to a gossip columnist friend of ours.If this was another client, I wouldn’t be here. My presence isn’t required since Astrid is here, as per her text.But I am shamelessly using every excuse in the book to be around Maddox, to see him more often, to spend more time with him.Ever since our ax throwing date, I can’t stop thinking about how far we’ve come. From him avoiding me for years to hinting about having children together one day. Who would have thought?A ball of joy rolls inside me, like a bowling ball running down the lane. Striking out.I add a little bit more pep to my step, and my goal is to pass by the restaurant and see them without introducing myself. But before I make it there, I almost bump into them, with b
Maddox“Your turn,”she says, handing me the ax.I hold the weight of the tool, and clasp it. This is the first time visiting an ax throwing joint, and if at first the idea seemed silly at best, now I’m actually enjoying myself. Then again, why wouldn’t I? For the past few days, we’ve been together non-stop, or as much as our schedules allow.Still, it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.I shoot the damn thing at the target, hitting it right at buzz’s eye. She squeals, cheering me on, then takes a sip of her beer.She’s invited me here because she needed to come for an appearance and check out the place, take some pictures, then post about it later. So even though this should technically be work, it’s still relaxing. At least, to me.Besides, I get to see how she fills those skintight jeans and plaid shirt she’s wearing. I’ve seen how a couple of men looked at her, and wanted to punch each one.Though I know she’s mine.Mine forever.A warm glow flows through me, spreading into my veins. Wh
“Maybe,” Maddox says, then clears his throat. “I hate to cut this short, but I have some phone calls I need to make soon.”“Oh, sure, no problem,” Dad says, then stands. We’ll leave you to it.”I hold the arms of the chair and am about to surge to my feet, when his gaze connects with mine and pins me to the spot.“I still have a question for you, Whitney,” Maddox says. “About the posting you’ll do later.”“Sure,” I say, and plop down on the chair again.Dad leaves and closes the door behind him.Quietly, Maddox stands and walks up to the door, and locks it. “You’re upset,” he says, picking a chair next to mine and sitting.I cross my legs, then uncross them and cross them again. “What? No,” I say in a hissy voice that betrays my words. I’m upset, and also embarrassed for being upset about him not acknowledging he’s seeing someone to my father. And maybe a tad jealous. What if Dad really tries to find him a date? My heart lurches. The idea of him with another woman gives me instant aci
“There you are,” my dad says, walking up to us, bursting that bubble.I withdraw as if I’ve been burned.“Hey, Dad,” I say in an extra chipper voice. “What’s up?”“Can we all meet at the conference room for a quick meeting? I have some news to share.”I have some too, I say inwardly.I slept with your best friend and can’t wait to do it again.A twinge of guilt twists at my heart, like the sharp end of a new blade. My dad doesn’t deserve to be hurt in all this, but would his hurt last? Besides the immediate surprise, would he really put up a long lasting fight against our relationship? I doubt it.Dad isn’t the typical father.He tends to be more open minded than most. Growing up, I always kept a channel of communication open with him. I confided in him about tiffs with friends, dates gone wrong, and when things started to happen for me as a digital influencer, he was my biggest cheerleader. He encouraged me and my dreams.The thoughts keep me busy as the three of us walk through the h
Whitney“How’s everything?”I ask the table of six influencers who were carefully curated for this lunch. Two of them, Rick and Ashley, are successful foodies and post about restaurants and the food scene in Texas. Then there’s Antoine and Ava, Claire and Kendall. Hashtag all-stars.“Oh, great. I’ve never been to this place,” Ava says, tossing her long brown hair to the side.“I have to say… I’m not a big fan of hotel restaurants in general,” Rick says, with his posh British accent. “But this one has surprised me so far.”“Excellent,” I say. “If you need anything, just let me know.,” I say, then turn around and walk away from their table.A thread of excitement works its way up my spine. I’m usually invested in my clients, as I love what I do. I love being able to highlight people’s talents or products and help them increase their visibility and profit. This time, though, I’m even more invested.Because of Maddox.I sigh.Two days ago, we had the most amazing date, and sex afterwards.
MaddoxI embraceher tightly against me, then pull the sheet over us. Our bodies are entangled, and she’s resting her head on my shoulder, her hand hovering on my chest and making little invisible patterns around my nipples.Her phone buzzes at the distance, but she doesn’t move an inch.“Do you need to get that?”“No. It’s Astrid probably reminding me of a place I need stop by later,” she says, and kisses my shoulder. A small gesture that only enhances this amplified intimate post-sex bliss. “Or asking where I’ve been.”I kiss the top of her head, and tendrils of relief course through me. I don’t want to let her go. Is it strange that now I get what she meant by saying she wanted to make the most of our time together? It’s not enough. Feels like whatever time I have with her, it’ll never be enough. Unless—She hums, the sweet sound yanking me from my thoughts. “I don’t think I can move anytime soon, anyway.”Pride swells in my chest, my male ego nicely massaged. I don’t want to move e
He gets the hint and plants kisses down my body, on my stomach, he nips my hips, then drags his mouth shamelessly between my thighs, and the second he breathes over my sex, I moan, already knowing what’s to come—me. Pretty soon.With a masterful swish of his tongue, he tastes me, exploring every inch of me with an eagerness that causes me to shudder in response. This time, he’s even more eager than he was at the restaurant. It’s like the more he tastes, the hungrier he gets.“Yes,” I hiss.He continues his teasing exploration, relentless, until tendrils of pleasure swirl through me, and I let go. Pleasure rockets through me, and I call out his name in a long winded moan, my limbs sweaty, my heartbeat frantic. Damn.I’m still dazed when he rises from between my legs, his body covering mine, the warm intensity in his eyes quickly re-energizing whatever sexual fuel I thought I was emptied of a second ago.“God. You’re stunning,” he says, and there’s a vulnerability in his voice that’s al