0 comments/ 52765 views/ 7 favorites Don't Let Me Go By: HornyMissHell "Oh, dammit!" A violent shudder ran through her as she passed the highest peak of her orgasm. Her skin shone with a light film of sweat. "Oh fuck," she moaned, eyelids fluttering shut, her head on the back of the sofa. Her fingers slowly let go of the upholstery, aching as the muscles relaxed and the blood began to flow back into them. Her legs shook as her climax receded, leaving her hot and panting. "Baby, I love making you cum on my mouth." His head appeared from between her legs and he was wet from her sweet juices. He licked his lips and smiled at her, kneeling on the floor. She was beautiful, he thought, lying there sprawled on the sofa after her earth-shattering cum. He touched her, held her hips from below, rubbing his cheek on her thigh. She moaned when she felt his lips kiss the inside of her right thigh, then her left, and finally her open labia. Her muscles twitched involuntarily and he felt it under his lips. This was what he loved about her – the way she responded so easily to his touches as if she were starved for physical contact. He made sure she was always satisfied, got whatever she wished for, every night, every day. She was more than worth it and he loved her for it. Her body was not perfect, but it was beautiful to him. He could drive her mad with his fingers, soothe or punish her with his tongue; and, oh, his cock! How she loved his magnificent cock. It was neither big nor small, it was just right for her and he knew how to use it and give it to her the way they both liked it. A few more deep breaths and she would want it, he knew. Even though her climax drained her, she would ask for more. Her desire, her pure lust for him and her passion awed him every time. It made him hard just to think about it now and he could almost feel her tightness around his cock. Slowly he raised himself up off the floor and kissed his way up her belly, between her heaving breasts, placed a kiss on each nipple before proceeding to her collarbone and up the tender skin of her throat. His tongue licked at the fresh salt of her spent desire and sampled the tastes of her jaw, her ear, her cheekbone, an eye. His lips pressed against her forehead briefly and wandered to her nose until, at last, they reached her own. She moaned in his kiss and he slipped next to her on the sofa, hugging her to him, feeling the last tremours course through her body. Leaning against him, she breathed deeply and he could hear the quietest of moans each time she exhaled. He smiled, knowing he had given her utmost pleasure. His hardness throbbed against her wrist which lay loosely in his lap. Their pulses joined in this rare and precious moment of rest. He kissed her temple pulled her before him, settling her between his legs with her back resting against him. He slung his arms around her and rocked her gently, kissing her neck. She felt so safe in his arms this way, and she needed to be this close to him at the moment she was most vulnerable. "I love you, baby," he whispered in her ear. Her body arched against him in response. "Love the way you feel." An arm under her breasts, he moved his other hand down her soft belly until his fingertips touched her neat bush. She moved and spread her legs a little again, her hands holding the arm that gripped her securely. Her eyes were still closed, he saw, and he slipped his fingers lower, collecting the wetness of her love. For a moment she moaned and closed her thighs around his hand. She was so sensitive now even though he only traced her lips. But very soon she opened herself to him again, allowing his fingers to caress her secret places. Yes, she wanted him again, she needed him so much, he could feel it. The way her body moved against him, her hips pushing towards his hand – yes. She wanted him now. A desperate moan escaped her throat and he knew he could not let her wait much longer. "Do you want to feel a hard, hard cock, baby?" His fingertip circled her swollen clit. "Tell me, baby. Is that what you want now? Something thick pushing its way so deep inside you it will make you scream for more?" Her movements changed. They became more urgent, stronger. She was still exhausted, but the fire in her loins could not be quenched so easily. She moaned for his cock, wordless, the pitch of her voice telling him everything he needed to know. His fingers teased her clit and then pushed deep inside her cunny where they felt her gripping them, trying to keep them there to pull them in further. But he pulled out again, drawing a frustrated groan from her. Her hands were on his thighs, she could feel his cock throbbing against her back, so hot for her. She squirmed against it. "I want you," she gasped at last. "Please give it to me. I need it now, so badly, so badly." She sounded close to tears with a lust that consumed her utterly. He kissed her neck again and cupped her pussy in his palm. Both hands held her in place before him on the couch. "Does your little cunny need cock," he teased her. "Yes." "Do you want to feel your pussy spreading open, wider and wider as hot, hard flesh pierces you?" "Oh yes, please." "Will you be able to take it, baby? Can you take a hard and thick cock all the way inside your sexy body for me?" She shivered in anticipation, grinding against his palm. He felt her heart beating faster. "Make me take it, baby! Please. Please make me take your cock." "You want my cock?" "Yes." "I have something for you, baby. A special treat." He had hardly said the words when the door opened and she stiffened in his arms. He never stopped rubbing her pussy with the flat of his palm. "Look, my love," he said. "They have all come to pleasure you." She shivered when the men stepped into the room. There were three of them, she had never seen them before. They were not menacing, but she was naked, exposed, embarrassed to be seen this way. "Baby?" She was frightened, not sure what this was all about and he saw her fear when she turned to look at him. "Shhh, love, it's alright. Don't worry, I am here with you." He nodded at the men who began to undress before them. None of them had said a word and their eyes were fixed on this lovely girl held by her lover. "They will take you now, baby," he explained. "One by one they will take you and open you wider for me. Every cock will be bigger. I know how you like the feeling of being stretched open wide. I know how you cum. I want to see you take them, let their cocks fuck you." She groaned, squirming in his arms. "Take them for me, my love. Let them feel how wonderful your pretty pussy is and how good you make me feel everytime we make love. They will fuck you. Do you understand? Fuck you. Only I will make love to you." He turned her head and kissed her gently and long and while they kissed, the first man laid his hands on her thighs. The man watched her lover tease her juicy folds. She was so very wet he knew he would have easy passage. As soon as she felt another man's hands on her, she began to tense. Her lover soothed her with caresses and kisses as the stranger spread her legs. "I am here for you, my love. I'm holding you," he reassured her and he felt her relax. He held her and looked at the man whose cock touched the wonderfully slippery lips. He nodded, giving him his final permission. She gasped and bit her lips as the smooth rounded head pressed inward. He felt not so different from her lover, but she knew this was a strange man, someone she did not know, and she was giving him her body. "You look wonderful," her lover whispered as the cock slid all the way into her in a steady easy motion. The man held her legs spread and fucked her at a leisurely pace. She was so soft, so wet inside! He ground his groin against her to touch every hidden crevice of her depths. "Does it feel good, my love?" She smiled softly and he knew the look in her eyes. She was enjoying it. "I want you to feel this because I love you," he said, planting kisses along her shoulder. He held her in place for the man to fuck her as he speeded up. They could all hear how wet she was, her pussy squishing as it was entered again fully on each stroke. "He won't cum inside you, baby," her lover assured her. "You are my baby. No one else will fill you or cover you with hot cum." The man's thrusts ended abruptly when he soon pulled out with a loud groan and moved to the side, his cum jetting over the floor as he slumped in orgasm. They watched him until the next stranger stepped forward. He looked her in the eye and held her gaze. He was stroking his cock and it was longer and thicker than the one before. She had never had a cock of that size before, her lover knew. It was nine inches long, perhaps more than she could take. "Look at him, baby. Don't you want to feel that cock in you now? Look at the veins on the shaft, the thick head. Imagine how it will feel inside you, when it pushes past your tight entrance." He knew his words turned her on. The stranger opened her pussy lips with his fingers and saw that her cunny was already closing again. He wanted to open it and fuck her deeper than she had ever been fucked before. She saw his determination in his eyes and whispered, "No." "I am here, baby. Don't worry. I want you to enjoy these cocks and get the fuck you deserve. I want you to be filled and happy." Her lover moved his hands under her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest and out, opening her perfectly. She looked at the stranger's face, then his cock as he nudged it at her entrance. It felt so thick just poised there. She wondered if she would take him easily or not, if it would hurt. "Relax, my love. Let it go, baby, and let him take your beautiful body. I want to see him fuck you." Her lover pulled her legs further outward and her lips opened. At that moment, the man gave a mighty thrust and plunged the thick head and half of his cock into her tight channel. She screamed from the sudden penetration. She jerked in the two men's joint grip, but there was no escaping the wonderful fulness of that big cock. It seared into her cunny, going deep into her secret places, stretching the walls of her young pussy more than she was used to. "Shhh, it's okay now, baby, it's okay. Feel him in you. He is going in," her lover soothed her, his eyes on her widening pussy, the lips wrapped around another man's cock. "You make me so hot, do you know that?" She kissed her lover while the stranger drove into her hard and fast, making her cry out whenever he pushed particularly hard, trying to get all of his length into her. Her lover felt the man's urgency and understood his need to bury himself fully in this wonderful woman. "How does it feel, my love," he asked her, pressing her shaking body to his, his cock painfully hard. She could barely speak from the powerful thrusts: "Don't let him stop. I need to be fucked." He loved seeing her this way, hearing her say such things while he held her open for another man to take. And he could see that fat cock all shiny with his love's juices, thrusting in and even further and going beyond the depth he himself had ever reached. She began to whimper again and he calmed her. "It feels good, my love. Let him fuck you just like this. He loves to fuck you just as much as I do. Can you feel it? Can you feel his need for you?" He had to hold her securely, the man was giving her his last few inches now, shaking her body and rocking her deeply. "He is fucking you, baby. Deep, hard fucking. I know this is what you've always wanted." She cried out when his cock rammed her cervix with all his strength and they both had to hold her down hard until the man pulled out of her at least, leaving her pussy gaping and trailing a string of her juices that dripped to the floor. Her fucker didn't need to stroke at all, he simply came as soon as he was out of her tight grip and his cum shot through the air and onto the sofa. Her pussy felt empty and raw and she felt how swollen it was, running her hand over her open labia. "Mm, was that good, baby," her lover asked, caressing her breasts. "Yes," she whispered. He licked her lips and said, "There is one more for you." Both gazed at the last man standing a few feet away from them. He was naked like all of them and his hand moved along his big cock. It was the first time she actually became aware of him. His cock was so long! So thick! She would never be able to take it. "No," she whimpered to her lover as the men stepped closer. She shook her head, frightened of that monster. "It is big, baby. You always said you wanted to try a huge cock." Her lover cuddled her, trying to make her feel safe. "I am with you all the way. Everything will be alright." The man's big hand spread lube on his entire shaft. Her lover whispered, "Twelve inches, my love." She groaned. Knowing it made it even worse. "Let him take you slowly. I want my baby to feel everything." The cock gleamed wetly in the light. The man rested the shaft on top of her belly, letting her see where it would go, how deep he would make her take it. She was afraid, and at the same time she knew she had to try it, she wanted it, she needed to know how it would be to be fucked by him. The two men sensed she was calming and gently prepared her. Their hands moved over her body, teasing her everywhere. Fingers slipped into her pussy, caressing the sensitive inner walls, making her moan and squirm. The first two men joined them and each held one of her legs. Her lover wrapped both his arms tightly around her body just under her breasts. He never stopped whispering into her ear as the men lifted her legs into the air and pushed them back until her pussy pointed up. Her new fucker held his shaft and slapped her swollen clit, making her groan with the pleasure. "He is going to feel so good in you, my love. I want to see you take him in your little cunny. I want to know you have taken such a large cock when I fuck you." She moaned deeply at his words. He said, "Yes, I will fuck you too. When all is done, I will let you feel the cock you love and I will make love to you until you can't take it anymore. I will fill you and tease you and love you and fuck you and make you cum so much more." She grasped his arms and all of them watched the last man rubbing his cock over her clit and lips. "Open for him, baby." The head slowly spread the lips, making them bulge at first, then cling to his fat cockhead. The man held her pussy open with his thumbs and watched that tight little hole give under the pressure of his enormous shaft. She winced as the ring snapped tightly around the shaft just below the head. Oh, she had never felt such a thick cock in her! And the thicker shaft was yet to come. "Yes, my love, let him inside you." The man pushed a little harder, feeling the strong resistance of her pussy. Her lover caressed her clit, wanting to give her pleasure to accept the pain more easily. Her fingers dug into his arms. "Ah!" They held her tight, his cock delving deeper painfully slowly. She felt her cunny give, felt the tender lining of her insides being scraped by something so hard and big she could hardly breathe and he pressed forward. "Open your cunny for him, my love. Open for his cock. You look so sexy, I want to make love to you for the rest of my life." After nine thick inches disappeared in her body, the man held still. She breathed, feeling him throbbing inside her. Then he began to grind, moving in circles to widen her. There was more he had to give her and he would make her take it all. Her lover whispered to her, comforting her, "You are my baby. I love you. Let your cunny wrap around that cock, let it happen. Let him in." The man pushed further and she screamed in pain as a virginal part of her pussy was opened up for him. "No... I can't. I can't," she cried. "You can, baby. Give yourself to him. Let him enter you completely." Her fucker pushed forcefully against her cervix. He would have to open her more and place all of himself inside her. He waited, pushing against the barrier, trying to widen it, tease it. He slowly pulled his cock out and started all over again. It was easier now, but she still felt the pain that was accompanied by a new pleasure. Her lover's fingers on her clit made it easier to bear. She whimpered and cried out as the man moved his length in and out of her steadily, but slowly. Her lover watched, unable to take his eyes off those thinly stretched lips that clung to the wide shaft. It bottomed out at her cervix, illiciting cries from the girl as they held her in place. Her lover's eyes met those of her fucker, the one he had chosen for her. "Fuck my baby good," he said sternly and tightened his hold on her body. Spread wide open on the couch, she lay helpless. The man nodded and pulled out to the head and without hesitating he plunged into her pussy with all his might. He had never heard her scream like that before. It was a scream of pain and pleasure as the huge cock thrust against her cervix. "Take it all, baby. Take everything." The stranger fucked her roughly, forcefully, without concern for her comfort. He had to give her his full cock, no matter the pain. She would love it, she would accept it. Her cunny must yield. He rammed into her again and felt the tightness of her cervix as he breached the resistance a little. Her scream was earsplitting. They held her in place, watching in fascination as more of the man's cock entered her. "Now, baby. Now you will be mine through him," whispered her lover and her fucker cried out and buried himself in her womb. She went silent, shocked. The pain was incredible, she was being fucked deeper than she ever thought possible. It hurt her so deeply that she couldn't hold back the tears. Her lover kissed them away. "You have done it, my love. You have taken all of him in you. I love you, my baby, I love you." His fingers brought the pleasure into her cunny as he whispered the sweetest words in her ear. She gave herself to them, to the pleasure and the pain and was beginning to orgasm: "Hold me, please. Baby... don't let me go, don't leave me." "I am here, my love. I'm always here for you." The man quickened his pace and soon fucked her as hard as he could, making her scream out her release. "Yes, baby, let it come, let yourself go." Her cunny was so stretched it could hardly convulse on the man's hardness, but he felt it, he felt her cum and bring him close to the edge himself. He shoved into her, from head to root, once, twice, three times... and he pulled out roughly with a loud pop and a cry of pain from her. Roaring, he shot his cum onto the wall. It was so strong he couldn't stand upright any longer. He sank to his knees, stroking till the last drops of cum seeped out of him. Her lover cradled her limp body as the men began to leave. When they were alone again, he carried her into their bedroom and laid her out on the soft covers. He washed her body tenderly, being careful with her sore pussy. Maybe she slept while he cared for her body. When he finished, he slid beside her and held her. He listened to her breathe, felt her fingertips on his chest. His lips brushed hers. "Now you are mine, my love," he said in the solitude of their bedroom. He grew hard against her wonderfully soft side and laid her wrist against his cock again. "I will make love to you now, sweet beautiful love." Don't Let Me Stop You Chance is a wonderful thing. Just like that it makes things happen and you find yourself heading off in a completely unexpected direction. I had two weeks holidays coming and I hadn't had any intention of going anywhere. I was just going to stay at home, get a few odd jobs done around the place, nothing important. Then a mate of mine broke his leg. Actually, he broke both legs. He was having a parkour race with another mate of his. Jumped a fence intending to land on a roof and found out that the building he was going to land on had been pulled down the previous day. An unexpected drop of about fifteen feet cost him the race and broke both his ankles. How does that affect me, you're wondering? Well Jamie had a holiday booked and paid for, and as it was starting the next day there was no way to cancel and get his money back. Knowing I was starting my leave he gave me the holiday for a token amount. So there I was, heading up to a boarding house at a very nice lake to enjoy a couple of weeks of fishing, hiking and swimming. I rolled up to the boarding house, and it was a very nice place. Decent rooms, decent beds, and best of all, a decent cook. There were a number of other guests there, but not many, being the off season. Everyone seemed eager to be out and about and willing to enjoy themselves. Except one. There's always one, isn't there. This one was a teenage girl. Young woman, actually, as I'd give her age as eighteen, pushing nineteen. She was staying there with her mother, who seemed to be a bit of a fitness fanatic. The mother would be up early, eager to go swimming, hiking, find a game of tennis, whatever, as long as it kept her busy. And away from her daughter, I suspect. Dianne, the daughter, didn't want to come on the holiday. The weather was either too hot or too cold. It was too dry or it was raining. There were mosquitos and other bugs. The lake was too cold for swimming. The hills were too steep for hiking. There were bears and snakes in the woods, and she wouldn't be surprised if they ran into a pack of wolves. You name it, and the little brat had a complaint about it. She got real snarky with me at one stage. We were having dinner, and a very nice meal it was, but Dianne was still bitching about it. Eventually I suggested that if she was so dissatisfied with everything she should speak to God about it, Him being the man in charge. I even offered to introduce her to him personally if she didn't shut up for a while. Like I said, she got real snarky. The next day I was up before dawn to do some early morning fishing. I came back for a late breakfast and then headed up to my room to change, as I had intended going on a hike. While I was changing I couldn't help getting the impression that something was different. Then it struck me. My wallet was missing. I never mentioned my job, did I? I work for a company that makes electrical gizmos and one of the gizmos we make are little tracking devices. And when I say little, I mean little. They're tiny little things that just give out an impulse when you query them. Only good for about fifty to a hundred feet, but damned useful if you want to find something easily. We're allowed to have some of these gizmos to take home and test and help find uses for them. I have one super-glued to the TV remote, another on my car-keys and another in my wallet. I have a seeker attached to my keys and one I just keep in the car. I picked up the one attached to the keys, activated it and checked where it was pointing. Down the hall about two rooms, on the opposite side of the hall to my room. Now, in theory, I suppose I should have rung up the police, explained the situation and had them come and take a statement and get a warrant or whatever and eventually they'd go in and recover my wallet. Alternatively I could try the handle, find it unlocked and walk in, fuming. Sitting on the bed is pretty little Dianne, in her undies and with my wallet next to her and the contents spread across her bed, barring the cash that she had in her hand, counting. She jumped to her feet with a squeal of shock when I so rudely barged in, snatching up a dress to try to cover the charms that were spilling over the bra. "My wallet, I believe?" I said, quite calmly, oddly enough, because I was seething. The little brat was really asking for trouble, and I was longing to give it to her. Dianne totally ignored the wallet and what I'd said. She just started yelling at me. This was her room. How dare I barge in like that. She'd have me arrested. Get out immediately. She was standing there, almost dancing up and down while yelling at me, when her mother came in to see what the hell was going on. She frowned to see me standing there with Dianne clad only in her undies, gave me a very cold look and demanded I explain myself. I pointed to the wallet and money scattered on the bed. "My wallet and things. Your sweet little daughter snuck into my room while I was out and helped herself." Dianne's mother looked at the wallet on the bed, saw the guilty look on Dianne's face and looked as though she was going to explode. "Give it back, now," she said, fury plain in her voice. Red-faced, Dianne dropped the dress she'd been clutching to her and hurriedly scrabbled the wallet and contents together and handed them to me. I swiftly sorted the things out and slipped them into my pocket. "What do you want to do about it?" asked Dianne's mother, a bleak tone in her voice. If I wanted to be nasty, Dianne could be in severe trouble and she knew it. Dianne was starting to realise it too, as she suddenly looked distinctly nervous. I gave Dianne a cold look and addressed her mother. "I'm not going to do anything. She's your daughter and that makes it your problem," I said. "Mind you, I'm horribly tempted to just put her across my knee and tan some sense into her." Her mother brightened right up at that. "You know, that's a wonderful idea. Don't let me stop you. I'll leave you two together to sort this out while I go on my hike. I'll warn Mrs. Baker to ignore any squeals or yells coming from this room. I'm sure she'll understand." Before Dianne or I could say boo, Dianne's mother was out the door. I noticed that before she closed it she pressed in the little stud on the handle so that it would automatically lock when it closed. She apparently didn't want anyone disturbing us. Dianne stood looking at the closed door, mouth open, not believing her mother had just walked out like that. Then her eyes swivelled to me, standing there and smiling in what she probably thought was a nasty way. "If you try to lay a finger on me I'll scream so loud that everyone in the place will come running," she snapped. "Go ahead," I said moving towards her. "Your mother is out there explaining that you're getting your bottom spanked, and the way you've been acting everyone will be listening and cheering. If you want to amuse them, scream away." By then I was standing right next to her, sort of looming over her. She swallowed and tried to edge away a little. It occurred to me that she was really quite an attractive young woman when she wasn't complaining. Especially dressed the way she was, or wasn't I should say. Her lack of clothes came to Dianne's mind about that time. She glanced down at herself and went red. "If you're going to insist on beating me, I trust you'll have the decency to wait until I finish dressing," she snapped out. "Oh, I insist," I told her, "but it would be a sheer waste of time putting on slacks or a skirt. I'd just have to pull them down when I put you over my knee." She went pale and flicked a glance at the door. I could see her weighing up her chances of making a break for it, so I forestalled her by sitting on the bed and taking her arm. Holding her firmly in front of me with one hand, I reached for her panties with the other. "It will be easier to take these down before you bend over," I told her, and before she could protest assisted her panties downwards. Dianne's face switched from white to red in an instant as her hands snapped to cover her pretty little pussy. She was still stunned and relatively unresisting as I tugged on her arm and directed her to bend over my knee. I suspect that she did not believe that I would actually do this to her, although that belief may have taken a bit of a battering when I unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill free. "You looked silly lying across my knee with just a bra," I told her. "Erotic, but still a trifle silly." With that I delivered a nice hard spank to her bottom. That's when it finally sank in that I was truly going to spank her. She gave a squeal and started struggling, or trying to, anyway. My hand was firmly on the small of her back, holding her in place, and all she could really do was wave her arms and kick her legs. Neither waving arms or kicking legs got in the way of the next spank, which was just as vigorous as the first and drew just as loud a squeal. A couple more spanks and squeals and Dianne was suddenly regretting her light fingers. She'd finally given up on the struggling, just jerking when my hand landed and trying to keep her mouth closed so that she wasn't giving me the satisfaction of hearing her squeal. I didn't need the sound effect. Dianne's rapidly reddening bottom and compulsive little jerks were proof enough that my message was being driven home. She did start silently crying after a while, but I think that was more self pity than real regret for her actions. Finally satisfied that I had delivered an appropriate punishment, I called the spanking to a halt. Sitting there with my hand resting on her bottom, I had a few quiet words with Dianne. "That is the end of your spanking," I said. "What comes now is because it's something I want to do, and you can refuse to participate if you want to." With that my hand moved from the small of her back to her chest, closing over one of those lovely white globes she had. At the same time my other hand slid over her bottom and pressed between her legs, urging them to part and give me better access to her love mound. Dianne, apparently, was having no part of it. She squealed indignantly, braced her hand in my lap and started to push up. Then it must have dawned on her just what her hand was pressing on, because she snatched it away with a squeak and collapsed back over my knee. Slipping back onto my knee help Dianne's legs part a little more, with me taking immediate advantage and slipping my hand between her thighs to cup her mound. Dianne squealed again and closed her legs, but this just had the effect of pressing my hand more tightly against her. Finally she managed to find her tongue. "Do you seriously expect me to let you maul me and have sex with me after the way you just treated me?" she asked in an indignant voice. "Not expect, as such," I murmured. "I was sort of hoping to convince you." While this was going on my hands were gently squeezing breast and pussy, stirring her up and hopefully exciting her sexually. "Not happening," she snapped and tried to scramble up off my lap again. Unfortunately, and I was in no way to blame, she again pressed her hand against me to give herself a push. This time her hand closed over what she found, and she apparently forgot to push. "You're not putting this thing in me," she snapped, but she stopped trying to wriggle off my lap and neither did she let go of her prize. That's the way things remained for a few minutes. Me playing with Dianne's lovely breasts and my fingers also exploring her pussy, dipping in between her lips and at times sliding deep into her. Dianne defiantly telling me that there was no way I was going to have my wicked way with her, while at the same time holding on to my cock as though it was a life-ring and she was sinking. Several times while explaining why I was wasting my time and should just let her up she squeaked and lost her train of thought. My trespassing touch was starting to brush against her clitoris, arousing it from slumber. Finally I swung Dianne off my lap and stood her before me. My hand still played with her mound, but the other had to relinquish her breasts to go behind her and pull her closer. "I mean, we don't even like each other," she was explaining to me. "I don't know," I told her. "You have a couple of very nice points going for you." With that I urged her even closer, taking one of those point into my mouth and biting gently down. She squealed again when she felt my teeth lightly scraping against her nipple, and sort of sagged against me, allowing me to coax her closer and straddle me. At some time my zipper had unzipped itself. I didn't undo it, and I'm quite sure that Dianne would emphatically deny doing so, but it had happened, and Dianne's hand managed the transition of clutching me through my trousers to actually holding me firmly in her hand without missing a complaint or protest. I leaned back to lie on the bed, and this just naturally raised my erection into a more commanding position. With Dianne already straddling me, it only took a minor adjustment to have my cock take its commanding position underneath her, spearing up and sliding neatly into her pussy. Dianne leaned down until her breasts were hanging low and just brushing my chest while my cock pressed up into her. Not very far in, but enough to get her attention. She finally shut up about how we couldn't, we shouldn't, what a nerve I had and she wasn't that sort of girl, and by pushing herself to sit upright she firmly demonstrated that she was that sort of girl by easing herself fully onto my cock, wriggling slightly to encourage it to go deep. From that point on Dianne stayed silent. Verbally, that is. Her little squeaks and squeals of excitement were entirely involuntary, and didn't really count. She had apparently decided that now she was in a position where she was being ravished (I know she was on top. Her words, not mine.) she would just have to put up with it. She put up with it in fine style, bouncing enthusiastically upon my poor little willy, apparently trying to beat it to death. Fortunately, I was able to defend myself ably, doing my best to bludgeon her pussy into submission. Once we came together, our duel started out hot and fierce, and continued that way. Dianne was driving herself down onto my cock with great enthusiasm, and I was reciprocating, thrusting hard upwards to welcome her. The trouble with sexual activity of that intensity is that it can't last. The sheer energy we were pouring into it made our climaxes come that much faster, and it wasn't long before I could feel Dianne succumbing to my onslaught. To help her along her way, I found myself firing into her, hard and fast, the hot flood crashing through her remaining defences, leaving her screaming soundlessly. When she had recovered somewhat, Dianne turned on me again, demanding to know if I was satisfied with the way I had abused her, and suggesting I leave her to recover in peace. I shook my head. "While I've made a start in getting to know you, there are so many questions left to ask. Like, how do you enjoy a long slow loving? Or can you enjoy sex without the spanking? What position suits you best when you're being ravished? How would you react if I bared your bottom and spanked you in public? No, it seems that we'll need to see a lot more of each other over the next couple of weeks." Dianne glared at me. "There is no way you're going to bare my bottom and spank me in public," she told me bluntly. Interesting, isn't it. No comments on the other things I've implied I'm going to do. Don't Let Me Wait Daddy Pt. 01 All characters within the story are of age, meaning 18+ Special thanks go to Dont4getMe for incredible editing! Without the support I received the story wouldn't be as fluent and balanced as it is now! Thank you so much! ***** "How on earth did all that happen? I can't really tell you, to be honest..." Alexis and her mother stepped into my life around 3 years ago. Back then I just filed for my divorce and was not on the lookout for a new relationship. But when Heather welcomed me in the gated community with a smile that could melt the Antarctica I knew things were getting better. What I didn't know on that day, was that her husband had died in a horrible car crash around a year earlier and had left her with her teenage daughter as well as a nice trust fund. That was kind of obligatory in order to live here since the house prices started around $5 million and could easily go beyond the $20 millions. I for myself made my money through my former consulting company, which I sold after the divorce.
 So to make things short, Heather and I started dating and before we knew it, we basically lived together. I never felt better in my entire life. Heather was smart, intelligent and had a body to die for. She had her own home gym and taught Yoga to anyone in the gated community that was interested. Alexis looked quite the opposite of Heather. While her mother featured raven black wavy hair she was naturally blond which must have come from her father's line. After he died, she put on some considerable weight, so when I first met her she was quite chubby. But that's where the differences ended, she was equally intelligent, witty and fun to be around with. Simply put, my life was great.

 Around a year ago Alexis went to a college and took up studying psychology. For Heather and me this turned out to be a huge change in life. Heather started her own Yoga website and gave lectures around the country, while I picked up my old work and founded a consulting start-up. Seeing each other less than before actually brought us even closer together and supercharged our sex life. Since my expertise was in data mining I could do most of my job from our home. Even Alexis seemed to find a new drive in college. The day she went there she started to shed weight and hit the gym whenever she could. I have to say I really admired her progress. We saw her around once a month and each time the difference was tremendous.

 Around some months ago she also changed her wardrobe. Usually she preferred wide cut clothes that would hide her chubby side, not that she had to, now she started to wear far tighter clothes. Nothing provocative, but you could clearly see that she started to feel really comfortable with her body. Heather and I were so happy for her, though we had encouraged her to love her body even if it didn't resembled the typical model ideal.

She was about to return home for a two month college break that both Heather and I were very much looking forward to. Finally the three of us were united again, even if it was only for a couple of months. In the midst of this time together Heather got booked for so many Yoga courses, she would be gone half the time. I, on my side, was in the usual decrease of contracts since everyone was on vacation which gave me plenty of time to refill my batteries.

 It was on a Sunday morning, as Alexis and I drove Heather to the airport for a three day course in Hawaii, when things started to really change. Heather was already in the car while I pushed all of her baggage into the trunk. Alexis was about to join her mother when out of the corner of my eye I saw her getting into the SUV. At the first moment I thought it must have been a trick of my mind but when I got into the drivers seat I couldn't help but notice an even more dramatic change in her clothes. With such glee she sat in the back, her mother equally smiling, as she shouted that she finally fit in her mother's clothes. Well, almost to be precise, since she seemed to have lost weight almost everywhere besides her bust. So the little low-cut black dress she picked was stretched to the max over her breasts and it was quite clear she didn't wear anything beneath it. I gave a raised eyebrow of concern to Heather while cheering with the two of them. Heather waved my concerns aside with her typical "Oh, let her" face.

 After dropping off Heather at the first class counter, we kissed goodbye and Alexis and I headed back to our car. You know, I'm used to other men ogling at Heather when we are around town, but this was an entirely new level. People openly stared at Alexis and some men even tried to sneak pictures of her. I got the feeling Alexis actually enjoyed this new attention she got. I didn't notice that on the way in, but back then I was chatting with Heather about all the things that needed to be taken care of at home. I would lie if I didn't admit that I was relieved when we finally reached the car. It was crystal clear to me that we needed to address this before it got out of hand, but at the same time I didn't want to be Mr. Killjoy to her new found confidence. However, I made a mental note to myself to talk to Heather about this so maybe she could talk to Alexis about that later that week.

 As we drove off, we chatted about the things we wanted to do, as I promised her that today would be a father-daughter day. We agreed on going to the mall later so she could get some new clothes, then treat ourselves with coffee and a small BBQ at home for dinner. But as everyday, since she returned home, she wanted to do her morning workout and cardio. I was glad about that, as during that, I could check my e-mails and contact a business partner of mine in Hong Kong.

 Our office was located side by side with Heather's gym and Yoga room and shared the large glass window to our pool and terrace. I won't lie, that I enjoyed sneaking peeks at Heather when she did her Yoga routines, though never lurking around, when she had her courses. There was no need for that, since Heather knew about me watching her from time to time, doing her moves, she deliberately teased me with not so yoga-ish moves during her solo sessions.

 After about an hour and a half of writing e-mails and chatting with Chan in Hong Kong I saw Alexis walking towards the terrace. Again, she had obviously raided Heather's gym wardrobe. And like earlier everything fit perfectly except for the sports bra, being far too little for her bust. I never realized how lean she got in the past months, due to her clothes, but now she even had slightly visible abs. It really filled me with pride that she accomplished her goal so fast and really enjoyed getting there. I must have stood there for minutes admiring her transformation and I didn't notice that it must have looked creepy for me to be staring at my step-daughter's yoga routine. Her smile snapped me out of this trance like state. Embarrassed I awkwardly smiled back and turned my attention back to my computer. I really hoped she wouldn't bring this up later. I tried my best not to let my eyes wander to her until she was finished. I was so consumed by my work that I actually didn't notice her leaving the terrace until I heard her bare feet plashing on our stone floor making their way upstairs to her room. When I shut down my computer later on, I realized in shock I only had around 5 minutes to get ready and half-expected Alexis being already at the door. But she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Glad that I gained a couple of minutes I went upstairs to change into a polo shirt and some chinos. When I entered our master bedroom I almost lost my breath. Alexis was standing in Heather's glass walk-in closet wearing one of Heather's hottest dresses. An ultra tight grey minidress, that hugged her body like it was painted on and matching high-heels that accentuated her legs and ass even more. I always loved when Heather wore it, but seeing this dress on Alexis was simply too much. She obviously didn't bother to wear anything beneath it as her ass clearly showed no marks of anything but two unbelievably hot cheeks, while her nipples almost punched through the fabric.

 I stood there for what felt like an eternity, watching her hips sway from left to right while she was checking herself out in the full-sized mirror. I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous body and her fluid motions when she suddenly turned her head towards me and looked me deep in the eyes. I froze in shock like a deer in the headlights when she turned and began to slowly walk towards me, swaying her hips from side to side. Still unable to move, I tried to say something, but my mouth ignored every of my commands as she came closer and closer. "Do you like it, Daddy?" Alexis whispered in her most sultry voice. My mouth partly open I was trying to find my composure. "It's okay to like what you see, Daddy - this is the idea behind such a dress. Hugging every curve of my body, leaving just enough room for your imagination - not revealing too much..." Biting her lip she seductively winked at me and slowly walked to the door behind me. "Don't make me wait, Daddy." She breathed, "Remember, this a daddy-daughter day..."

 I don't know how long I stood there after she had left - my mind racing not believing what just had happened. When my thoughts came to a halt only one thought was left: "This had to stop - now!" But how? Confronting Alexis was clearly Heather's department, but could I tell her? Tell her, that Alexis caught me staring at her with a hard-on? My own step-daughter? Surely not! Then it struck me - I grabbed my phone and speed-dialed Heather in the hope she had already landed. I would ask her to make Alexis stop wearing her clothes since she only seemed to pick the skimpiest dresses. I would tell her that it is not appropriate for Alexis to wear her mothers fuck-me dresses out in public. This might seem like grasping at straws, but I didn't know anything better. I waited for the connection... my call went straight to her voicemail. "Oh crap!" I scowled to myself as I heard the clicking of heels behind me.

 "What's wrong, Daddy?" I heard an all so familiar voice breathe. When I turned around Alexis was already standing directly in front of me. "Why do you keep me waiting for so long, Daddy?" she pouted. "Alexis, I... I... just need a couple more minutes, I will be downstairs in a sec." I stammered, feeling my erection building right in front of my step-daughter. Why on earth does she have to wear this dress? I couldn't fight it any longer. My eyes involuntarily wandered down her neck into her unbelievable cleavage and nipples that still showed very prominent through the grey dress.

"What is it, daddy?" she mouthed while stepping even closer - Good lord, an inch closer and she would press against the ever increasing tent in my trousers. There was no way she could have missed it. "You seem so tense. We have such an amazing day ahead of us! I don't want you to be all stressed out. Here, let me help you!" With that she took my hand and led me to our bedroom. "You know, I took a course in physiotherapy, let me give you quick massage, I guarantee afterwards you'll feel better than ever before!" Her tone suddenly shifted to a much more neutral pitch, leaving all the sexual undertone out of it. "Alexis, I don't know, I... I think I..." "Oh come on, Daddy!" She interrupted me, "You can make it up to me latter! I bet you'll love it." Before I could continue my protest, she pushed me onto the bed and ordered me to turn on my belly. Though I didn't think that this would be a good idea, I complied as this way my raging hard-on would at least be hidden in the mattress. "Okay Alexis, but..." "Shhhhh... Daddy, close your eyes, relax and let me do my magic..." She breathed into my ear and before I knew what happened, she had climbed onto my lower back and sat on my butt, spreading her warmth all over my body wherever she touched me. She didn't exaggerate, her skills were amazing! She kneaded my upper back with such expertise I couldn't believe how good it felt.

 "This doesn't work, Daddy! I can't massage you through your shirt and pants." She whispered while leaning into me so that I felt her breasts pressing against my upper back. She didn't even wait for a reply before she began to tug at my shirt. Torn between the amazing relief Alexis gave to my muscles and the guilty feeling between my legs, I tried to convince myself, that she was only playing daddy's little girl earlier. My mind must have been taken off-guard when she appeared in Heather's dress. I lifted myself a bit to help her pull my shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants so she could pull them down my legs. She even folded a small blanket over my butt like the way they do in massage parlors. 
 "That's way better! Don't you think?" She whispered excitedly and, damn, she was right! I cannot even begin to describe how it felt. All I knew, was that I didn't wanted her to stop. "Oooh... that's it..." Was what came out of my mouth and she clearly showed no intention of stopping. Her hands glided over my bare back and I got so relaxed that I forgot about everything that had happened before.

 "Turn on your back, Daddy, let me work on your neck-muscles." She breathed, almost inaudibly, while she lifted her weight off of me. As if I wasn't in control of my body, I slowly turned over to lay on my back. In a panic I remembered the former tent inside my pants, but was relieved when I realized that my erection has subsided. I must have gotten so relaxed that even this tension went away. As I lay there, she slowly positioned herself behind my head and put her knees just above my shoulders. In the same moment, she took a small blanket and blindfolded me so I that I could relax better, as she explained simultaneously. I couldn't help but notice her smell. She smelled almost like Heather, but on a much sweeter basis. I instantly felt my cock stir again when she started to massage my trapezius muscle. Her soft touch and sweet scent was simply too much for me. I tried to imagine Heather being the one above my head, but that didn't help at all. I could feel my briefs tighten more and more, from second to second. "She must notice my hard-on, she couldn't have missed that!" I thought to myself. But even if she did it didn't seem to bother her. She continued to massage my frontal shoulders as if nothing was happening between my legs. My mind raced trying to think of what to do. Trying to hide it might just lead her attention to it, but doing nothing wasn't an option either. Just before I was about to shift and apologize, I felt her body move and her hands wander over my chest, kneading every fiber of my pecs. When her body moved my blindfold had moved as well, her thigh must have slipped it off my eyes.

 What I saw made my cock twitch and jump furiously in my pants. Her bare pussy was just inches away from my face and it was dripping wet. To my shock, but weirdly turning me on even more, I saw that she had a small spiral tattoo above her pussy. My cock was now bopping and twitching like crazy inside my pants while I stared, transfixed at my step-daughters tattooed pussy. Lost in the moment, I didn't notice a small drop forming from her mound and landing softly on my lips. Unable to resist I opened my mouth and tasted her juice. I always enjoyed Heather's taste, but Alexis' was like heroin. 
 Completely mesmerized by the sight and taste, I didn't notice that her hands had made their way far lower than appropriate. She now was dealing with my oblique, her fingertips casually slipped below my waistline from time to time while staying just away from my throbbing member. I still was lying there but couldn't do anything except gaze at the perfection in front of my face. Her soft lips slowly parted a tiny bit and seemed to pulsate, very subtly, whenever she let her hands run all over my chest down and towards my hips, bringing her sex dangerously close to me. It almost felt as if her spiral tattoo was starting to hypnotize me. Like slipping out of a dream state, I was all of a sudden was freed from all restrains when my cock was surrounded by the most wonderful warm and soft feeling imaginable. It took me a second to realize what had happened but in the moment it came to me like a shock. All I saw was her soft mound coming closer and closer to my mouth while a rhythmic suction, in combination with a twirling sensation, overflowed my cock from the tip deeper and deeper downwards to my balls. When her pussy finally touched my lips I felt her shiver and increase her efforts over my cock. My tongue started to lick and play with every inch of her sex while her hands softly worked my shaft. If she kept on increasing the pleasure she was giving me I wouldn't last for long, that was for sure, but Alexis relentlessly worked my member like she did nothing but in her entire life. With each bop of her head, I felt her grinding harder and harder against my face as she continued her sexual onslaught on me. Momentarily, I wondered who was enjoying this more, me or her. I couldn't help it; her taste, smell, the feeling of being used by her pussy to grind on and the heavenly sensations she gave to my cock simply were too much. I felt my balls tighten and my body tensing up, but before I could blow my load she stopped sucking suddenly and pinched me right beneath the tip of my member immediately stopping me from coming. "Not now, Daddy..." She breathed again in her low sultry voice while continuing grinding even harder now, "cumming for me is a privilege and has to be earned. You need to be a good daddy and make me cum." Alexis now sat back up and pushed her pussy, with her entire weight, onto my face. I could hardly breathe but I didn't wanted to. If I died like this, I would have been the happiest man on earth. "Oh yeah... make me cum, Daddy! Make your little girl cum!" She screamed while grinding harder and harder against my nose, tongue and chin. "Let me be your good little girl! Let me be a daddy's girl!" I felt her pussy pulsate and shiver, her body began to spasm before she collapsed onto her hands as the orgasmic waves rolled over her entire body. 
 It took her only a couple of seconds in order to regain her composure after her orgasm has subsided. She climbed off of me and stood besides the bed while bowing down to my face. "Thank you, Daddy." She whispered into my ear while flicking her tongue over my lobe. "Don't keep me waiting for too long. Remember it's a daddy-daughter day and we want to go shopping. I'm sure you want to be a good daddy, don't you?" Before I could even move a finger she licked along my neck down to my belly and swallowed my entire cock in one take while looking me straight in the eyes. My head fell back on the mattress as she worked her way back up my shaft, giving the tip of my member a final lick with her soft tongue while smiling wickedly. "See you downstairs, Daddy. And no touching." She said in her most teasing tone. With a wink she turned and I watched her hips sway out of the bedroom letting me lying there alone on the bed I shared with Heather just hours ago. "How did that happen?" I thought to myself...
 ...to be continued.