RobOh shit. The girl was so beautiful. My little chickadee, whom I’ve known since birth, was so fucking gorgeous, so fucking delectable. Because yeah, I haven’t seen Mandy in ages and when the Joneses invited me to their summer cabin, I almost declined.Because dirty old man isn’t exactly my thing. I mean, what the fuck? I’m forty-five for crying out loud, and the way I’d behaved at Mandy’s graduation party last year had been straight up porno, I’d been ready to give her a deep dicking at the drop of a hat. No eighteen year-old deserves that, no eighteen year-old should find out that her Uncle Rob wants her in another way … with his cock in her body.So yeah, I avoided Mandy like the plague after the party. And it wasn’t too hard because I started dating Brenda, and the skinny blonde was the perfect excuse.“Oh yeah, Brenda’s getting some salon treatments, it’s not a good time.”“I forgot, it’s Brenda’s birthday is next week and I’m taking her to Sonoma.”“Sorry, Brenda’s feeling sic
Indeed, the brunette was pretty awesome, a studious girl who was always on honor roll and dean’s list, fun to be around with a sweet sense of humor. But back then, she was just little kid Mandy, so I didn’t think twice.“Yeah, Mandy’s awesome, isn’t she?” I said noncommittally. “If I could have one like her, I’d definitely have kids for sure.”But those words were haunting me now, because shit, how times have changed. With her new body, it wasn’t about having a kid like Mandy anymore. It was about having Mandy herself now. I wanted that sweet ass to squeeze, those huge breasts pressed against my chest, the little girl gasping and wriggling as I pushed in deep. I wanted it all. Not a kid like Mandy, but Mandy the girl, the woman, all to myself.So against my better judgment, I accepted Linda and Ray’s invitation for a weekend at their summer home, fully aware that Mandy would be there too. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen her, and yeah, I’ll be in close quarters with the tantalizi
MandyI set my bags down in a room upstairs, the twin bed a wrought-iron frame with a cozy, rustic quilt thrown on top. How many times had I stayed in this room? There was my rag doll in the corner, plus some pictures of me fishing and swimming in the hole by the creek. And whaddya know, but there was a more picture of me with Mr. Parker on the desk, grinning as we posed together on a jet ski, me with a gap-toothed smile, clutching the big man tight around the middle.Because he was gorgeous then, and he was gorgeous now. Rob hasn’t aged in the decade since the pic was taken except a couple more creases around his eyes, some flecks of silver at the temples. And little did I know that the jet ski pic would be one of the last times I’d be so close to him, pressed up against that big male body without a care in the world, smiling sunnily for the camera.So I sighed again. Shit, what was wrong with me? These thoughts were so illicit, I was eighteen to his forty-five, what the hell would h
“Ouch!” I screamed, leaping up, brushing something away with my hand. I didn’t see what it was, but the bite hurt, it absolutely killed and a lump was already forming, hot and swollen. “Ouch, what was that?”Rob leapt up as well.“Let me see,” he rumbled authoritatively, spinning me around. “It could have been a tick, a spider, a bee, shit, we’re in the wilderness, we should have put repellant on, it’s my fault.”And by now tears were filling my eyes, stinging hotly.“It really hurts,” I panted, leaning forward so that I stood on one leg only, my injured thigh crooked backwards, hands braced on the picnic table. “It really, really hurts.”And Rob took one look at me, the pained expression, the awkward posture and made an executive decision. He swept me up in his strong arms and strode inside to the living area, plopping down on the couch with my curvy form in his arms.Normally I would have been ecstatic, breathing hard, heart pumping with excitement, confusion and anticipation. But t
I panted slightly, trying not to squirm. Oh god, it felt so good, those big fingers teased my skin, so sensuous, gentle, and knowing, and I only wanted more. Without meaning to, my ass shivered a bit, thighs parting unconsciously as I lay face forward on his lap. “It does feel good, Daddy,” I confirmed in a small voice. “But it might feel better if you kissed it for me, if you made it go away with a kiss.” And Rob’s deep chuckle sounded out from above me. “You are a bad girl, you know that?” he rumbled knowingly, his fingers never stopping. “But of course, Daddy will kiss it for you, Daddy’s happy to do what his little girl wants.” And with that, the big man lowered his head until I could feel the hot gust of his breath against the backs of my thighs, against the sweet vee of my pussy. My cunt immediately gushed, an aroma surrounding the big man, causing him to chuckle, totally aware of my arousal. “Of course Daddy will kiss it for you,” he rumbled again before dipping his mo
“Oh god Daddy,” I mewled, my hands going back to cup my ass cheeks, to pull apart the flesh to show him my sweet slit, baring it all. “Please fuck me, fuck me.”But despite the iron hard shaft beneath my belly, Rob resisted. Instead, he merely chuckled deep in his chest.“Sure baby girl, I’ll fuck you with my mouth this first time, how’d you like that?” he growled, and not waiting for an answer, he made his tongue into a spear, hard and pointy, and pulled my pussy lips apart to get in deep once again. Oh shit, it felt so good, feeling his appendage worm its way up my vaginal passage, tasting me, pushing up against my internal walls, warm, wet, hot, so slick, and so dirty. But just when I thought I would pass out from the delicious sensations, suddenly Rob stopped. What the? Why was he stopping right when we got to the best part? I jolted awake, eyes flying open.“What is it?” I huffed, craning my head to try and look at him. “Why’d you stop?” I mewled, hips wriggling. “I need it!”And
And Rob went at me non-stop. He burrowed further up my twat, licking my hymen, pushing his tongue against the soft tissue that was all his, the proof of my virginity. He drank my hot gushes, letting each swallow of white run down his throat, my ambrosia so sweet and delectable while fingering my bud, driving me higher and higher.“Unnnh!” I cried again, and this time, it was too much. I was a virgin and the naughtiness pushed me over the edge, senses on fire. For better or worse, I completely lost it and passed out, it was so good, so hot, so amazing, that my vision went white and then black. I literally lost myself, collapsing into a limp heap in his lap, everything still except for a few remaining quivers of my pussy, a few aftershocks that couldn’t be stopped.It was the most amazing experience of my life, the most incredible, life-transforming series of sensations, and when I came to, I was cuddled in the big man’s arms, safe against the broad chest.“Mmm?” I murmured, sleepy and
But those words were haunting me now, because shit, how times have changed. With her new body, it wasn’t about having a kid like Mandy anymore. It was about having Mandy herself now. I wanted that sweet ass to squeeze, those huge breasts pressed against my chest, the little girl gasping and wriggling as I pushed in deep. I wanted it all. Not a kid like Mandy, but Mandy the girl, the woman, all to myself.So against my better judgment, I accepted Linda and Ray’s invitation for a weekend at their summer home, fully aware that Mandy would be there too. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen her, and yeah, I’ll be in close quarters with the tantalizing teen for two nights, but that’s the thing. It’s only two nights. I can damn well handle myself, keeping a leash on it. Sure, she was sex walking around on two legs, but shit, I’d take a sedative if I had to, knock myself out if it came to that. So yeah, I’ll manage. Even if it comes down to pills and wanking off in the shower three times a d
“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
WhitneyI should have plannedit better. Well, I did. I planned on accepting his date idea and wearing something sexier for another time. A later date.But our connection is so strong, when he told me how much he wants me… call me an idiot, but I would have pounced him right there.Now, he’s kissing the back of my neck, nipping it, and sending shivers down my spine as I open the front door of my home, in an exclusive Dallas neighborhood. We drove in different cars from the botanical gardens to here, and I didn’t even bother parking mine properly. I just left it on the driveway, in front of his, in such despair to get out.He touches me, embracing me from behind, and I must remind myself the code to grant me entry at the door. My world is deliciously hazy, my nipples so hard they’re about to tear my bra open.The door is swung open, and for a moment I think we’ll just fall into my foyer, as my knees are weakening, buckling, my body quivering for more. This is so much better than any fan
“It was my idea, but doesn’t mean it was easy. I don’t like to lose. Didn’t want to waste all those years I invested,” I say, and it’s like some miraculous masseuse worked out some tight kinks from my shoulders. Maybe that was why I didn’t leave sooner, or suggest we end sooner. Because I invested time, even if my emotions weren’t fully there. I thought they were at the time, but how easy is it to share a life together without… any spark?“I understand.”I frown. I appreciate her consoling, but I doubt she can pretend to know what I’m talking about. “You do? That’s hard to believe.”She sighs, and a dark expression crosses her face. “You don’t need to be condescending. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to put myself in someone else’s shoes.”“You’re right. Sorry. Listen, I like you.” I swallow, and feel a tight knot in my throat. Like doesn’t even come close to how she makes me feel. “More than like. A part of me though doesn’t want it to happen b
MaddoxA date.She said she wanted a date last night.I didn’t run from the challenge. It’s too late for that now, anyway. When I kissed her, when I held her in my arms and touched her drenching hot pussy… I knew there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to do to pursue her. To make her mine.This isn’t a feeling I welcome. Giving someone this immense amount of control over me, over my life, over my time, is terrifying. With her, though… there’s no other way. I like to think I made the decision myself, for my self-preservation to take a stand.Which brings me here.I cleared my scheduled for this—to be walking up to her in the entrance of Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Gardens, holding a picnic basket that not only I bought, but I filled with some goodies from a high-end grocery store. I don’t even know when the last time was I stepped into a grocery shop—my housekeeper takes care of all these errands for me. Still, as I picked every item, a sensation of fulfillment and strange domestici
WhitneyIt’slike the world beneath my high heels was swept off from under me.Maddox is surrounding me, claiming me, and I’ve slipped into his bubble of heat and glow. His tongue quickly makes it past my lips, and I grant him access, reveling in the sexy growl he produces. My nipples are rock hard, and a warm stir spreads through me, my blood rushing hot and thick in my veins.I encircle his head with my arms, loving this intimacy, this nearness.When he puts a leg in between mine, through the thin layer of my dress and the fabric of his pants, I feel his large cock, pulsating even. That only intensifies my own desire, and the second he slides his hand down my back and cups my ass, I tremble. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, and I know I could explode at any moment, under the slightest of touches, but I also don’t want to. I’m enjoying these exhilarating sensations too much to give them up.My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m afraid it’ll leave a stain on my dress. I’m not