7 comments/ 25557 views/ 3 favorites Love Insane, The First By: Said I was at work one day when I turned around to see a beautiful, nervously timid young face looking at me. "This is our programming department. They handle the technical problems with our product." She was a new employee, being shown around. Tall, long straight dirty blond hair, she might be called big if she weren't so tall. Almost my height! Too young for the thoughts in my head. Her face reminded me of an ancient Greek statue of a famous goddess. Mainly her nose and the baby fat in her cheeks. A sincere smile. Lisa is her name. Yes, she could be that painting too...the Mona Lisa. Only thinner, prettier...not the typical beauty, but a beauty just the same. I wonder what color her nipples are. "Hi, I'm Vane." And too soon she was gone. The smell of her hair still in the air. But it was a small office, and she was in charge of our mailroom. I swore years ago...never at work. But this girl. If she would go for it. Imagine everyone finding out! Can I handle that? I'm so private...but I know I have to take the chance. I haven't felt like this in years. But would a young girl like her be interested in an old man like me? I'm 6'3, 190 lbs, not exactly muscled, but fit. Always too thin, when I hit middle age, the weight gain made me perfect. And my face has always been considered handsome...great jaw line...head shaved to stubble. I never looked like anyone famous until I saw the Transporter. Everyone agrees that's the celeb I resemble most. Well, only one way to find out. She needs help with her computer. That's the first call I get from her. Everyone's at lunch, and since I'm technical she came to me. Then the updated software I overnight...hand carried to her, of course. She looks fresh out of high school! Ugh, too young. Let's start by being friendly, not flirting. Easy spreadsheet question. Nice to lean over her like this and type on her keyboard. "Thanks." And then after a week, I go into the mailroom long after everyone's gone to drop off a disk. She's logged off of her computer but left too quickly. There's a question on the screen. Outlook.exe is not responding. Hit cancel. Her mail. A friend, Dee. A lot of back and forth gossip. What's this? "I think I'll have to come up with another computer problem and get Vane in here. See if I can get my hands on his ass!" Dee's reply. "You dirty slut! You wish you were that brave." Lisa: "I know, I know. Well maybe...." Blah blah blah. That's it about me. But it's enough. And there's more to encourage me. Dee is letting an older man take her to lunch. "It's not like we're sleeping with them. What's wrong with letting a guy buy you lunch? If he thinks he's going to get anything from it, it's his own stupid fault." And Lisa, "Yeah, I'll be skipping lunch for a while. They hold your first paycheck. But I get Sooo hungry!" At 11:12 the next day I pop my head into the mailroom, she's alone. "Want to go lunch? My treat." "Um, I was going to skip...but sure. What time?" Her breasts are pert under her red T-shirt. They're just one size above what I'd call small. Perfect. And her ass too. I'll bet she thinks it's too big. Again, if she were shorter it might be. But a girl as tall as her just looks curvy with an ass like that! Lunch is somewhat typical. Her youth really shows. She tells me about the scar on her chin. She's twenty! I'm thirty-three! Ugh. But I want her. As we stand and walk out I touch the small of her back. And then again at the door. She's submissive to it all. I walk to her side of the truck and open her door. She has that little girl smile. She holds the tip of her tongue in her teeth when she does it. Swings her long hair and watches me shut the door for her. Oh, this part is going to be easy. She'll hurt me later, but the beginning will be a cake walk. I take it as slow as possible. It's easy since we're forced to see each other every day. She has a boyfriend I hear, but she makes sure to never mention that to me...even makes it sound as if she's available. The next few times I help her with computer problems, I make sure she sees me looking down her shirt, and then look away embarrassed. She buys it. I come in for some tape one day. "Wait." She says, and bends over next to me, touching the cleft of her ass to the side of my hip. She had to move back to do that. My hand hovers in the air over her tailbone. "Use this new tape gun." She stands and turns. Her nipples are hard through her shirt. I am slow to take the tape from her, and pause before slowly saying thank you. We are smiling like dolphins. Friday I have equipment I need packed professionally. She tells me she'll need help carrying it all to Fed Ex. We take my 4-Runner. A man flirts with her strongly in line. He's not aware I'm with her. She doesn't know how to fend him off very well. He pushes harder. She looks to me. I don't help. We laugh as soon as we get out the door. She punches me on the arm. "Hey! I thought you were getting lucky! I didn't want to interfere." "Ewww! He was gross. I can't believe you just stood there." "What am I, you're boyfriend? What would you have done if I wasn't there?" I'm walking behind her in between the cars. She's wearing bell bottom jeans and a black spaghetti string top for casual day. She stops at the passenger door, knowing I'll open it for her, but I have to reach around. Her right hand brushes my thigh as I open it. "I never know what to do." She says in a distant way. "Hey." I take her right hand in my left and turn her. She moves in looking down. I bend my head and kiss her lightly on the lips. She smiles but won't look at me. Good. I like that. She parts her lips for more. I kiss her hard the second time. My tongue deep in her mouth. I take the back of her head strongly, and my other hand comes up around her throat. I peek and see her dark brown eyes peeking at me. This second kiss is long and deep and I'm getting lost. Her hand brushes my growing cock through my dress pants. She boldly grips me. I tighten on her throat and stop kissing. Her lips are swollen, her baby cheeks red. Vessels stand out in her throat below my hand...I'm holding up tight against her jaw. We stay like this. Her breath pushing hard in and out of her mouth. Tugging firmly on my growing erection. My eyes half closed with lust. Hers glassy. I let go and give her a light but firm smack on the cheek. She looks to the ground with wide eyes. I let go of the back of her head with my left hand and give her another smack to the other cheek, much harder. Enough to turn her head. She looks at me and moves closer for a kiss. "Good girl." I whisper, and pull her hand away from me. One of the hardest things I remember doing. "Get in the truck." I say, as if she's a child. She stares me in the eye as I shut the door. "Spread your legs." I tell her as we back out of the space. "Wider." I smack the inside of her left thigh. "Touch knees to the door and the center console. That's good. Scoot down...put the seat back." She complies. She sighs and I hear shaking. She's shaking. Her mouth open, looking straight ahead at the road. "Clench your ass...and hold it." She does, lifting off the seat a bit. "Relax." She is breathing heavy now. "Again." And then quickly, "Now relax. Again. Relax." A few moments. She looks straight ahead, her chin down now, her breathing quick and deep. I think she's going to cum. "Again." She visibly shudders, but it's not an orgasm. Just a wave. I can imagine what she must be feeling. I have her hold her ass muscles clenched a long time. She begins to squirm. She loses it for a bit but then recovers. I roughly rub my hand over the lower half of her face. She moans. We are close to work now. "Are you mine?" She nods and exhales harshly. "Chyeesss. Tyess." "Huh, bitch?" I smack her face. "What was that? Repeat it. Say it to me." "I'm yhours." She looks at me, a vein in her forehead. The daytime world passing by outside my truck. She lets go of her postion again and regains it, her hips fucking the air, her ass off the seat. "Pleease...please make me your...bitch." She moans again. She's unsure if that was OK to say. Timid. Embarrassed. But it's what she wants. These young girls grow up fast with the internet around. "Work your hips for me." She begins pumping her pelvis, as if fucking the air. I pull into a building near ours and park on the side by the trees. She hasn't stopped. She's crying out now. "Unggh...God! Unnn....unnnn..." "Stop!" She huffs air out of her chest in disbelief. I get out and run over to the passenger side and open the door. She is still in position, legs spread. I pull one leg out, and she follows, standing on weak legs. "Unbutton your jeans." I say softly. She does, while I tug on her zipper. It doesn't go at first. We're in a parking lot in broad daylight. I grab the side belt loops and pull them down to her hips. She hangs her head and looks up at me dumbly, drool on her lower lip. Her baby face is flushed completely red. "Hook your thumbs into the front of your panties and pull them out, so I can see you." She does of course. Her hips twitch impulsively. I lift her chin and kiss her passionately. She almost falls over. I hold her by the shoulders. I look down...she looks down. I can see her panties are wet. Yellow thong. My mouth is watering at the scent. "Fresh...young...pussy." She gives me a whiny groan and closes her eyes. My mouth is full of clear saliva, and I let it fall from my lips into her panties. She has a neat, short bush, already matted a bit with her own wetness. She's watching the stream of spit fill her pubes and drizzle onto the bottom of her panties. I slide my hand down until my finger is almost to her asshole. Then I drag my finger forward...between her lips, scorching hot flaps on each side of my finger...so wet I can't feel any pressure, though I know she's tight against me as I go in to the second knuckle. I look her in the eye. She begins fucking my finger frantically. I put my middle finger in as far as it will go, my palm crushing her clit. Like holding a big hot snail. I pull out before she can really get going down the home stretch. "No!" She cries loudly, letting her panties snap to her body as she grabs me to steady herself. I stare at her. She bites her lip and whimpers. "No." So low I could barely hear it. I slowly withdraw my hand. "No, no, no, no..." she repeats and snuggles up against me every way she can, her hips pushed forward obscenely. She begins to drop to her knees, but I stop her and hold her up. I pull her panties up hard, lifting her on her toes and burying the yellow fabric into her cleft. I pull up her jeans and button them. She is gyrating her hips with her eyes closed. Her panties are high over her hips. When she bends over at work, her top will ride up and people will see. "Get in." She closes her eyes and obeys. As we walk in the door to work, I tell her she's not going home this weekend. She'll call her boyfriend tonight and break up with him. Smile. Look normal. Not a word of this to anyone here. It's our business, not theirs. Our secret, as long as we can keep it. Back at my desk, I do a little thinking and send her an e-mail. Subject: Fucktoy Listen cunt. Leave work today at 5:00 like normal. It would be suspicious if your lame little hourly ass didn't run out the door with the rest of the herd. Go to the Ruby Tuesday's up the street and wait for me. Sit at a table in the bar area. Order a beer. I know, you're only 20, but flirt with the guy and tell him you'll do anything he says for a drink. If by some chance you get a girl, beg her, and tell her you'll do anything for a drink. Be shameless. Be embarrassing. Be a slut. If they seem to enjoy you, make a specific offer. "I'll suck you off. I'll go down on you. Please." Beg like white trash. If they refuse, then order a hot fudge sundae and ask for the bill and pay it. When I get there I'll sit at the bar. Don't acknowledge me. We don't know each other. If you have a beer, I'll know you're going to make a deal with whoever serves you, and when you leave, call me on my cell and tell me what the plan is. If you have the sundae, then before I finish my first beer, you WILL scoop a spoonful of Ice Cream into your panties when you think no one's looking. To cool off that hot slit of yours. Then get up and walk out before it seeps through your jeans. Wait in your car. DO NOT TOUCH YOURSELF! When I leave, follow me to my apartment. Print this out on the main printer and grab it before anyone sees it. Take it with you and read it while you wait. Reply to me now. Her reply: "I'll do anything you say. THANK YOU!" We pass in the hallway once that afternoon. She won't look at me. She looks like she's been blushing all day long. A guy in accounting talks about how good she looks today. Too bad she's so young. Yeah, too bad. I see her leave at 5:00 with a piece of paper in her hand. She's talking to our receptionist as she unlocks her car door. I leave 15 minutes later. I sit at the short end of the bar, on the corner. Her booth is to my right, along the long end of the bar. She is facing me. She has ice cream. A piece of paper is on the table in front of her. The e-mail. Sherry, the bar tender with the long, red, curly hair comes straight to me with my beer. She is giddy with something to say. A girl like her with tats and piercings rarely acts this goofy. "See that girl over there?" "Yeah." I say laughing, obviously curious as to why Sherry is acting this way. "She offered to 'service' me if I got her a beer. She's under age. Can you believe that? Stupid little hussy!" Sherry was beaming with pride. I raise my eyebrows in mock surprise. "So you goin' that way? Lucky you." I tease. She wrinkles her nose. "Eww, no! I'm a man's girl! But still, nice to know I have a place to go if I tire of boys!" She looks at me slyly as she walks off. I look over, and Lisa looks positively terrified. Her moves mechanical. Her hair straight down over each side of her forehead makes her look 16. She won't look my way. She is still blush red. I take a long draw of beer and keep watching her. She looks at me finally and her eyes lock on me. I nod. Surprisingly she doesn't even look around or wait. She scoots forward, leans back, places the spoon in the bowl just so, pulls her jeans out with her left hand, and spoons ice cream into her pants! She gets a second spoonful and guides it down further and turns the spoon. She closes her eyes and I imagine a shudder. She sits up and stares at the table, taking in the sensation, the edge of her hands pressing down and her fingers splayed in the air, squirming. God, such a young innocent girl, doing that in public, for me to see! I look around but no one seems to have noticed. Lisa looks at me again; her long straight hair neatly parted down each side of her forehead, and cleans the spoon with her mouth. She adjusts the strap of her top and gets up with her purse. The ice cream is already wetting her jeans. I decide to have another beer and flirt with Sherry some. She'll go crazy waiting. I wonder what that ice cream feels like melting in her panties...running along the crack of her ass. Seeping onto her car seat. She'll be listening to the radio, settling in to the warming mess in her panties. I have a hard on down the side of my leg that will be obvious if I get up. I manage to adjust myself as I drink my second beer, so he's going up along my belly, and not down the side of my leg. But I'm so turned on that my head is above the belt line! Sherry is getting busy with Friday happy hour, so I leave a ten on the bar for her and wave good bye. On the way out I notice drips of white on the floor, and then even some large drops. Melted Ice cream! I never thought of that! It ran down her leg. In the parking lot there are a few large drops. I go straight to my truck. My apartment is only a few minutes away. Imagine what that felt like for her...ice cream running down the inside of her legs. I watch her following me in the rear view mirror. She has sunglasses on, and looks like any girl driving home after work. She doesn't get out of her car when we get there. She's parked next to me. I open her door. "C'mon." I say sympathetically. A stream of milky fluid runs down her ankle. The ass and crotch of her jeans is soaked. She tries to cover it, but it just makes her look like she's feeling herself up, so she stops. I take her by the hand and lead her to my first floor home. I open the door but stop her from stepping in. I go inside. "Strip." I order her. "Outside?" She looks stunned. She doesn't move. I start to close the door. She panics and steps on the heel of her shoe, slipping them off. Then her black top over her head. Her bra, dropped to the ground. Her nipples are pink and puffy. Her breasts are firm, and too small to hang down any, although another ounce in each and that would change. Sliding her jeans down now. She looks so much like a little girl. Her body is so young. Tall and gangly as she pulls the jeans from her ankles and tries not to fall. The inside of her thighs is a sticky mess of white, as is her brown pubic hair. Her straight hair is down to her nipples. I move it aside so I can see. Lightly pass over her breast. She stands there shifting her weight from foot to foot, still in her socks. "Pick up your clothes. Give them to me." I shut the door. The stairs go above my door, so they block the view from the street. Most of my neighbors are stuck in traffic this time of day. I put the clothes on my laundry machine and take off my shoes...turn on the radio. I look out the peephole. She is staring at the door in the same spot. Breathing quick and shallow. Oh, she is so easy. I open the door and she starts forward, but I push the center of her chest. We hear a car pull up. I wait. Door slams. I pull her in by her pubic hair. Her hips spasm forward as she steps on her tip-toes and stifles a squeal. Feet pound on the stairs. I shut the door. I take her in my arms and kiss her...hand to her small breast. Her nipple between thumb and finger...small little tugs and squeezes with just two fingers. I won't let her rub against my leg. She tries, but quickly understands and moans into my mouth. I can smell her. And then I hear her. A wet sound as she squeezes her pussy closed. I step back and take both nipples in my fingers...pull her around the bar to the kitchen. "At any time, you can refuse to be mine. But as long as you're mine, you do as I say." I read that in a book somewhere. "Yes master." Hmm. That's not quite right. She's volunteered it, but it's not enough for me. Too typical. Has she called someone that before? "Just say '9,1,1,' any time and I'll stop. You'll have a few minutes to tell me why. If I am not pleased with your reason, I'll kick you out of my life for good." "Yes...master." "When we're alone together, you call me 'daddy' from now on. Got it?" She exhales and her shoulders sag. "Yhes daddy!" "Good." Then I smack her face harder than I've ever smacked anyone before. She falls against the counter. I fear it was too hard...I felt the weight of her head. "On your knees. And lick my floor." "Yes daddy." She says rapidly, and drops to her hands and knees, her hair draped over her head. I unbutton my shirt and take it off, throwing it on the counter. It's a beautiful Friday evening. My friends are at happy hour. I haven't had a girl for a while. It's nice to have her naked already, without any real effort. "Just the spots, like there." There is a spot where a drop of beer fell a few days ago, if I remember correctly. She pulls her hair to one side of her head so I can see, and looks sideways up at me as her tongue rubs the spot to soften it up. "And then the corners and under the counters where it's really dirty. She moves to the next spot of dried fluid near the fridge. I open the door so it hits the side of her head and take out a bottle of beer. She is waiting until I close the door, and I softly kick my foot to her side and push her over. Love Insane, The First "Keep working!" She scrambles to her knees and finds another spot, Parmesan cream sauce from Angel Hair pasta I made last night. That one takes a lot of tongue pressure and saliva. I admire the sticky mess of ice cream drying on her ass cheeks. She's in the corner now, head sideways under the counters. Moving too fast to really be cleaning anything. I can see gritty dirt where the mop couldn't reach. She is backing towards me, glimpses of her asshole when her legs move. Baby fat on her ass too, but looks good on this tall girl. I gather a mouthful and spit on her ass. She wiggles it in approval and moans. I can't believe this! I'm in a fog...on automatic pilot. For the first time I have no consideration for a girl. I don't care what she thinks of me. I feel free to do anything. The outside world...and all of its restrictions, melts away. She's halfway down the counter when I pour the rest of my beer right at the top of her ass crack. It runs up her back and into her hair, down her neck and over her cheeks, off of her chin and nose...down her ass crack and over her messy sticky pussy....up her belly and stomach. I grab her ankle and pull her back. "Slurp it up, you dirty cunt!" She happily sucks up the beer from the floor. Her ass high in the air as she turns and looks for more. I unbutton my jeans and lean back a little as I stand. I know the effect. Whoever says girls aren't as visual as guys isn't paying attention! She looks up and lets her mouth gape open as she stares at the head of my cock visible above the waistline of my boxers. Her hair is wet now where it's draped in the beer. What am I thinking? I need this on film! I put the beer bottle down and let it fall over, spilling more. "Keep going at it, sweetheart. Don't use your hands." "Yes daddy." She answers sweetly, followed with a loud slurp. She doesn't even notice the camera when I get back. Again she pulls her wet hair behind her ear so I can watch her lick my dirty floor clean. I spit in front of her, and she goes right for it, licking and then kissing it up and rubbing her puckered lips over the spot. I get a close up. "She is gross!" At this point she looks and sees the camera. Her face changes. It's a look that says, "I'm in over my head. I'm not ready to be filmed. I didn't count on this. What do I do?" It is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life up to that point. She stares off into nothing for a moment. Then slowly, holds out her tongue and heads back to the floor. I notice it is swollen, with bits of grit on her roughed up lips...dirt on her cheeks. She's paler now, with red only high on her cheekbones. The sunset is lighting the room perfectly. "Oh...she is ru-ined." I say for benefit of the camera. I let her work for a minute more, and then decide to give her a break. "Go get me a beer, bitch! And walk upright on your knees! I want to see those tits on the way back." She looks pained as she waddles back with my beer. Her firm tits are pointing up, led by her pink nipples. Nothing better than a firm set of young tits! "Aww, angel huwt her knees?" She is on the verge of tears and says nothing. When she reaches me, I smack her face lightly. Again. Again. She just holds out the beer. "Yes daddy. The floor is hurting my knees." She says near tears. Her tongue is obviously swollen. I put the camera on the kitchen table so it is on her face. "C'mere." I say with the concern of a doctor and take her chin and open her mouth. "Hold out your tongue." It's big, and covered with bumps of irritated taste buds. She's used up all of her saliva. I pucker up and let clear spit run from my mouth onto her tongue and into her mouth. She looks up at me while I fill her mouth. "Better sweetness?" "Oh yes daddy. I love when you spit in my mouth." "Where'd you learn to be such a dirty girl?" I say affectionately. "I don't know. I've never really been like this before." She confesses. For a moment we are co-workers again, and laugh. I lean forward and kiss her hard again. I feel the grit of dirt from her tongue. It tastes like copper. "Well, maybe you've finally found your one true love." I say, knowing the camera is catching this. She considers it. "Do you trust me?" I ask. She laughs nervously. "I'm not sure." "Well, this is our first time together. Tell the camera who you are. Go ahead." "I'm Lisa Sarnes...I just met this man...he's my...'daddy' now... and... and... ...he's making me do...weird things." She says innocently. "I feel all funny." She confesses quietly while picking at her fingernail and looks at the floor embarrassed. I guide her chin up. "Keep looking into the camera." "Yes daddy. Um...I want more. I don't want him to ever stop." Is she crying? She is. She lets out a few halting sobs. "You daddy's crazy bitch?" She nods, and a tear falls down her face. "I'll do anything. Anything you say. Just please, don't stop. Please. Don't stop! Don't stop." "Stand up now, honey pie. Show me your little puss." She stands, sniffling and pained as she straightens her legs, not sure what to do with her hands. I like the way they float out in the air, fingers splayed. A picture of complete innocent confusion and uncertainty. She grips her hands into fists when I bring my hand up and wipe her crotch from back to front. "Push your hips forward." She does. Her pink lips are out, as is her clit. She reeks of that fleshy pussy smell. I wiggle my finger from side to side, pressing hard into her clit. She bucks her hips and grabs my shoulder. "Hands behind your neck! And keep them there or so help me God I'll beat you!" Her pussy juices are mixing with the sticky dried ice cream into a pasty glue that is making thick wet sounds. "What is this sticky stuff all over you?" "Ice cream, daddy." "Ice cream? How'd you get ice cream all over your pussy?" "I put it in my panties daddy. Like you told me to." "And where were you?" "Ruby Tuesday's...daddy." "You mean you scooped ice cream into your panties while you were in public?" I slid two fingers into her deep and fast. My thumb flicking her clit. She cums with rapid jerks of her hips, and high pitched intakes of breath. "Yes...yes daddy! I scooped ice cream into my panties! Inn front of evverryyboodyyy...ahhhhh! Ungh!" She cums again, and this time a squirt of juice goes down the inside of my hand and down my wrist. She grabs my arm with both hands. I knew she was super sensitive now, and had to stop me. I made sure the camera could see the girl cum on my hand, and then I rubbed it hard into her face and stood up. "Get your hands off me!" I yelled. She opened her eyes wide, but couldn't focus...her pupils were almost invisible. Her hands flew up behind her neck again. Her face was slick with the gooey ice cream and cum paste she had made. "Bend over at the waist and put your hands on your knees. Get right into the camera fuck doll." I turned her sideways a bit, and then pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My cock flew free right in her face. Here we were, naked now, screaming sexuality as the older male dominated the young female. Her face was perfect...covered in sticky glaze, lips puffed, tongue swollen, eyes red, glazed and dazed...long straight hair matted wet around her angel's face. And the tip of my 7 1/2 inch cock touching her lips. She slid it right into her mouth about half way and started working back and forth. I let her saliva get going, and turned the camera view screen so I could see the shot. I began pumping my hips, trying to get deeper. The wetness of her mouth was so sweet, but not enough of it. Half my shaft was dry. Her lips had a firm grip. She knew how to give a classic blow job. "Looks like my baby girl has some experience sucking boy's cocks." "Mmmm...mmm" she moaned. I grabbed the back of her head, and put a hand under her jaw firmly. "Enough of this..." I growled, and thrust forward, feeling the slow slide into her throat...her attempted to cough turned into a gag. "Stick your tongue out, it'll be easier." I withdrew so just the head was in her mouth, and then steadily drove forward as she drew a breath. "Oh yeah baby girl. Suck daddy's dick for him. Be a good daughter for me. That's it. Let me fuck my baby's throat." She was responding nicely now. I bumped my pelvis to her lips as I picked up the pace of my face fucking. She relaxed and let me down deep...her gags were regular, and she'd given up on trying to hold her saliva in. It was drooling out in strings to the floor, and the camera was catching it all. Her eyes were demonic, darting from side to side with nothing to look at but my hairy belly. Her nose flaring...bubbles of spit from her mouth now. Of course I spit on her face. Twice. I was getting close to ejaculating...the back of her tongue was pressing up right below the head where I usually hold myself to jerk off. "Aww...that's the stuff kid." I gasped. I began hitting her hard in the lips with each thrust. I wanted to see a fat lip, or a bruise. I'd never gone this far before! Not this crazy...and the first time with this inexperienced young girl! It was clear on the video that she was feeling the hits now. The wet gagging sounds were steady now. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her nose bent every time I banged her face. "Hold your tongue out!" And I drew back, her gasping air through her throat with her mouth gaping open while I shot a hot load of jizz on her young tongue...splashed her open throat, causing an open mouthed cough. Pulled back to get a shot on her upper lip and another small one down her chin. I turned her head roughly to the camera. Spit ran down her cheeks and cum dripped from her chin. Her mouth rapidly filled with a pool of her own saliva. "Don't swallow. Say I'm Vane's fuck hole." "Ahm Ven's feck hoe." "I own you." "Ee ownes may." I pull her up by her hair. Her pussy is in the camera, and I spread the lips, rub my hand roughly over her, pinch her clit, pull her lips, hold her open again. She is juicing all over my fingers...shiny for the camera to see. A close-up. I start spanking her ass with my other hand. Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows push her pussy so close to the lens it goes out of focus. "Turn off the camera." I whisper. Whack! Whack! "The big button." She is exhausted. Strangely, so am I. "Let's go lay down. I've put a lot of energy into you. Time for a reality check." She smiles and looks up at me, hugging in tightly as we walk down the hall to my bedroom. She hesitates at my bed. "I'm a mess." She mumbles. "It's OK. I want you messy for me." I tilt her head back. "Push that spunk out of your mouth. Let it run down your face. She does it. Streams of saliva and cum run down her neck and body, down the side of her breasts...into her arm pits. All the way down her leg. She pulls the blanket back and slides in. I follow her. We're both in nothing but our socks. Her body feels so good next to mine. Her legs part, and I mount her and rub my growing hard on against her wetness. Her mouth opens. I'm lined up, and push forward. She's so wet...it's so easy. And the tightness gripping me. I adjust my body and she lifts her knees up towards her shoulders. I slide deep into her repeatedly...fucking fast and smooth. Her legs wrap around me, then fall down straight...she's turning her face up in a silent scream. I adjust my body lower and bury my cock to the hilt, then freeze like that. She works her hips, shudders, I feel hot liquid on my balls and here the squishing sounds of her working against me. I can feel the shape of her pelvic bone as she undulates. "You're my girl." I whisper. Then I cum inside her. Strong jets squirting deep. I don't know anything about her. She could get pregnant for all I know. We're unprotected. I want to say I love you, but this isn't the time...is it? I wonder what she's thinking. She shudders deeply again and cries out. More liquid from her pussy. Her hands grip my ass. Finger tips on my asshole. I breathe in the beer mess in her hair. I'm tired. I shift to the side and bury my face in her neck. I keep moving...stay hard...this is my thing...to cum and stay hard. Her pussy is so sensitive I don't have to move much at all. As she starts to respond, I really start to give it to her. "Big." She whispers. "Dhaddy." Her fingers press into my ass crack. One finds its way in. Just the tip. No one's ever done that. I pound harder into her. I'm liking it. She works it in a little further. Opens her eyes to watch me. Just the first knuckle of her long middle finger. "Mmmm...you dirty boy." I cum again. The sweat, the ice cream, the beer. Our bodies are sliding against each other in a mess. "Whore. No...not a whore. A whore wants something in return. You're nothing but a common slut. You just need to get off. Well, maybe an exceptional slut. My personal fuck slut. You'll serve me in many ways. This is the beginning of a deeply intimate life, if we can handle it." She says it first. "I love you daddy." "I love you too baby doll. I really do." And I lift and move down her body, and press my lips to her messy, beat up pussy. I suck in the mixture of her come, my come, sweat, beer, and ice cream. I begin licking up everything I can find. I nuzzle my face between her lips and suck it out of her. She's going for it again...she's grinding against my face. Her hands on my head...using me to get off. Hurting my nose now. Keep going baby. She freezes...hot girl cum squirts from her. I open my mouth to catch the stream. Surprised as it hoses my throat. Some sprayed up my nose before I got my mouth open, and its tingling. She's thrashing on the bed, throwing her head around. I swallow her tangy juice. Lightly kiss her pussy all over, but even this is too much for her, I can tell. I crawl up next to her, and we intertwine our legs. Suddenly I sneeze! It sprays all over her face. She squeezes her eyes shut, and then smiles. "Bless you." I kiss her. Our hands squeeze tight and we fall asleep. * "Vote if you like it! Voting makes all the difference in the universe here!" -Vane