Daddy’s Little Girl.
Awaken by her catchy ringtone, Anna rolled over on a large pillow. She buried her head into the soft cushions while her crystal-covered case phone blared and buzzed on the nightstand. She let it go another round, then reached for the device and tried to get her sleepy eyes to focus on the name across the screen
“Uh,” Anna dismissed the call with an eye roll.
It was Eric calling again. He had been her Boo-thing for a hot minute, but that hadn’t worked out. It was all her fault since she was already married. That wife title hadn’t stopped her before, but things were different now. She felt different now, a freedom in her sexuality.
Anna loved SEX! But she was conflicted about relationships altogether. Her first and current was a bribed matrimony. Her husband had not loved her at first sight, and she couldn’t stand him the first time she laid eyes on him. But at the time, both loved the almighty Dollar and had tied the knot to receive his seven-million-dollar inheritance. In the process, they had caught more than feelings for each other.
Jeff was overly obsessed with Anna, while Anna was simply happy with experiencing her first puppy love. And it was a fucked up little thrill. Although Anna was in love with Jeff, she kept their marriage a secret from her friends. She was still weirded out by their age difference.
Jeff was OLD.
He was a six foot four inch, two hundred sixty pounds bull at forty years old and not the ideal guy a barely five foot, chubby twenty-one-year-old should be married to. Throw in his rage issues, philandering, and drug and alcohol addition, and he was a match made in hell for a sweet girl like Anna.
Then came Eric.
Anna met him on a Hispanic hookup site. Assuming she needed to be with someone her age and race, she had started talking to him and numerous others. It was only he who took enough interest in getting to know HER. At least the HER that she portrayed online. Inreal life, she was a nervous wreck. But, Eric, he was perfect. That is, until she fucked him. She was more shocked than disappointed when he came quicker than expected. She learned then how lucky she was and assumed that younger men could’t fuck like older men could.
Eric was sweet, though, and Anna thought she wanted a sweet king. It was an experiment, really. Some of her didn’t want to lead him on, but it was nice having someone to chat with.
When Jeff was gone for days, Eric came in handy, giving her the utmost attention via SMS. But when Jeff came back with BDSM on his mind, she no longer wanted to chit-chat about random TV shows and the weather.
Despite his age and, at times, her full consent, Jeff worked her over in every sex position. He was delicious in bed, and as much as she tried to Brat and act tough, she knew who owned her pussy. He had popped her cherry a year before, fucking her hard the first time and each time after that. She reached remarkable limits with him. Every time they were together, he opened her up to new sexual thrills. There was no time to play coy with him. He knew her body and used her holes as he saw fit, only stopping if she cried a river of tears.
That was her life. It was pitiful, but Anna was a certified masochist and loved sexual abuse too much to be with a Sweetheart like Eric. But, he was a determined fellow. He had called her twice a day for a week, and each time, she texted with a different lie, a petty excuse as to why she couldn’t talk. Anything other than telling him the truth.
With closed eyes, Anna outwardly groaned when her bejeweled phone vibrated on her chest, “Oh, my God, stop calling me.”
She looked at her phone and saw a different name. This time, it was her friend Sasha, who she had Recently stood up. Hesitantly, she answered, praying not to catch hell.
“Anna!” Sasha blared through the device before she could speak, “What the fuck happened to you last night?”
“I’msorry. I had an emergency. At work. It was at the last minute?…”
“Work?”
Anna thought about how dumb that lie sounded while her friend continued to rant about being stood up, “Okay, okay, I know, I’m sorry. Okay?”
“Better be,” Sasha warned, lightening her tone, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Uhm.”
“Nothing? Good. We are going to Brewster’s. Ginger can pick us up from my house.”
“No,” Anna tried to shake the fog from her brain, “No, I can’t go out.”
“Why not?”
Anna took too long to think of an excuse. The reason being she was married to a controlling old pervert. It was Jeff who had prevented her from leaving last night. She knew he wouldn’t let her get away tonight. And right Now, laying in his bed, her pussy sore from playing all night, she did not want to leave either.
“I can’t tonight.” Anna finally got a word in.
“YOU can, and you’re going to, Anna. You can’t keep blowing me off. You promised me last weekend we could hang out this weekend. The time’s up, bitch..”
“Sasha,” she while, stretching in his soft bed, ” I can’t.”
“Stop being a fucking baby..”
Anna gave an unmistakable smile that Sasha couldn’t see, “Maybe I like being a baby,” she giggled.
“Stop being weird. You’re coming with me tonight. We’re gonna have fun, we are gonna…”
As her friend spoke excitedly about jello shots, half-priced cocktails, dancing, and what outfit to wear, all Anna could think about was Jeff and why he wasn’t in bed.
“I’ll think about it, okay? But, I am not making any promises anymore because I have a lot going on; I am moving to…”
Anna sat up and looked at the bathroom door as Jeff walked out shirtless with a pair of sweats riding his hips. He was milkly sculpted with a hairy, bloated gut. She blamed the cheese pizza they had shared over laughs around midnight. Although his flaws, she openly lusted for his hairy body upon hers. The dark, damp hair on his chest concealeda tattoo of her name written in bright teal on his left pec.
“Anna?” Sasha asked, “Are you still there?”
“Yeah. I’m listening.”
Jeff folded his bulky arms sternly, “Who are you talking to?”
“My friend.” Anna giggled, nervous by his presence, “She Called me.”
“Who are you talking to?” Sasha asked.
“Nobody. Anyway, that All sounds good. I’ll call you later?” Anna hung up and melted when she looked at Jeff standing tall at her side.
Jeff laughed, “What was that about?”
“Nothing. She’s mad that I stood her up. I was supposed to go to her house,” she smiled, “But someone wouldn’t let me go…”
Jeff smiled, suddenly flooded with memories of last night, “I think you had a good time. I’m sure the evidence is on your ass.”
“I don’t have bruises.”
“Let me check and see,” he said, pulling her forward.
“Wait….” Anna tugged away, but he grabbed her arm, “No, not yet. I haven’t-.”
Jeff slung her upright and placed her on her back. She was thankful she had put on clothes before bed, but the thin shield was useless. He roughly yanked her long shirt back to take in her chubby middle.
“Stop, umm,” she while, pulling her shirt down.
Jeff roughly twisted her to the side and yanked her shorts. He saw a few crueles at the top of her cheek and slowed, sliding her shorts down her thick thighs and off her short stems. He grabbed her tummy, and her hand instinctively pushed his wrist.
“STAaop!”
“Anna. Stop fighting and let me see the damage,” Jeff said with more patience than he usually had early in the morning, “Anna!”
Her name sternly spoken caught her off guard, and she stiffened, allowing him to see her fleshy ass.
“I’m getting sick of you trying to hide this little body from me. You don’t hide from me, little one,” Jeff caressed her asscheek and admitted the light abrasions, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Mmmhm,” she moaned from his touch.
“Use your words, baby girl. Answer me.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“You promise?”
Anna bobbed her head and turned on her back. He spread her legs, inspecting her reddened folds, and parted her lips, sticking two long fingers into her pussy. Her browsers cream with a slight ache upon deeper inspection. He removed them slowly and brought his tainted fingers to her plump lips, trembling with desire.
“Open.”
Anna took his fingers in and closed her eyes, savoring the comforting rubs upon her head. The taste of his thick finger sent her deeper into play mode. Her claim to fame was his praise and receiving a forehead kiss.
“Good girl,” Jeff smiled as she continued wiggling her tongue across his fingertips, “You were right. You don’t have too many crueles this morning. Does your ass hurt?”
“A wide bit,” she whispered against his knuckles.
“What about my favorite little cunt? Is that little pussy sore this morning, too?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Anna nodded, her lust-filled eyes turning down in shame.
“Look at me,” Jeff cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to his face.
Anna watched his hair-rimmed lips shift with an order she couldn’t comprehend. She was too struck by his handsome face and the sick fansies in her mind. The submission had never come this quick, but she was about to burst from his stare.
“Do you hear me talking to you, Brat?” Jeff lightly popped her jaw, and her eyes widened.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she breathlessly whimpered despite her confusion.
His smile deepened, “What did I just ask you?”
“Uh..”
Jeff grasped her jaw and bent to her level, “What’s the matter with you, silly girl? Do you have cum in your ears?”
Anna opened to a smile, “No,” she giggled.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Jeff kissed her cheek.
“Nothing. I’m sleepy?”
Jeff unleashed his hold and tousled her curly crown, “You can go to sleep after I’m done. But first, I need to make sure your pussy feels better.”
Jeff crawled onto her bedside. Pressing his large hands into the mattress, he hovered above her head, closing in on her face.
“Daddy’s hungry, little one,” Jeff whispered against her ear.
“Oh, mm.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and take it this time?” Jeff moved to her face for an answer, his lips deadly close to her trembling brims.
Without thought, Anna kissed him, “Mmm,” she moaned, lost in the warmth of his slick tongue.
Jeff accepted her light kiss for a moment. Then, he brought his hand down to hold her head and shoved his tongue deeper into her mouth. Widening her legs, she added tongue flicks to the mix.
Jeff bit her bottom lip, causing a warmth to spread on her chubby cheeks, and pushed her back against the headboard.
“You were such a good girl yesterday.” Prepping for his feast, he hunted to kiss her swollen mound, “Daddy was so proud.”
Jeff had slapped and used her cunt for hours last night, and it was time to make amends. SLiding his tongue across her plump pussy lips, he criticized his little slut. She was his good girl. Helooked to find her eyes glued to his kind act.
“Does kissing it makes it feel better?”
Anna nodded and swallowed hard. Nervous from his stare, she closed her eyes to feel the tingles.
“I want you to Look at me while I am licking you, little girl,” Jeff spoke, leaving a sticky warmth over her tender folds.
Anna opened her eyes and slumped from his first lick, “Hmm.”
Jeff cupped her thigh, pinning them hard against the mattress. He kissed her pussy, shifting back to circle his tongue across her growing bud.
“Uh, uh-huh.”
Anna humped as he twirled his tongue. It was a perfect rhythm for success, and her body thought the same way. She didn’t count his flicks, but by number fourteen, she had exploded beneath him.
“Ah, fuck. Uhm.” Anna tried to kick her legs to escape the harsh sensing.
Jeff lifted his head, his lips glossy with her cummies, “Stop having a fit, girl. You know I am not finished eating yet.”
Jeff drove back for more, and she squirmed. His thick hands were ready for the battle. He pinned both legs down and hunted to slurp her morning essence.
“AH! DA- ugh, Ooh Oooh ooh,” Her howls increased to ragged pants. Then the levee broke, and he lifted his head, rubbing his finger around her sensitive nub. Her body configured up and down as squirt poured from her snatch. It was a perfect, sharp, intense rush that made her eyes roll back and her thighs unclench.
“Hell yeah,” Jeff slapped her wet thigh, “Good girl. Fuck that’s my good girl.” He grapped her thighs, guiding his tongue over her raw clip, “Uh huh, mhm.”
“OH. Oh, my god.”
Jeff quickened his flicks and reached for her small breasts. He kneaded them through her shirt, adding another color to the kaleidoscope behind her shut lids. She bunched up. It was coming…
“Oh, hmm, Daddy, ooh, Daddy, ah, Dada, yes, Dada.”
Whatthe fuck did she just say? Overwhelmed with emotion, she grabbed his hand and spread her knees, allowing him to feast. He squeezed her back, ensuring she was safe in this situation. And again, she released another pressure and explored a clear coat against his bear.
“UH! Dada, uhh…”
Jeff was added to her moans and moved his head to smile, “That’s my good girl. Can you take Another?”
“Oooh, no, no, no, AH!” Her clip intensified, and she switched up against his mouth, loopy with euphoria, “Da…uh, Dada.”
Squeezing her thighs, Jeff moaned out, lapping his tongue across her clip with a fire she couldn’t stand. He held her helpless thighs back from twitching. Looking up, he found she was crying, overstimulated, he supposed. But he couldn’t stop.
“DADA! AH, Dada! Ooh,” Anna flew up from the foreign sensing, “Oh shit! Ah, god, my god…”
Anna felt the jolt come at an exhilarating pace and quickly kicked from his hold, hitting his head in the process.
“Get your ass back here,” Jeff pulled at her ankles, pinning her back in place.
“DA- oh Daddy, please ah, ah, ah stop…”
Jeff couldn’t get enough. He hauled her up by the thighs, delivered a series of flicks that weakened her fight, and drove his tongue into her pussyhole.
“Uh, my gosh. Oh my gosh,” Anna lifted her head and criticized the break, “Uhh. Yes.”
“Fuck my tongue. Baby girl, fuck it.”
Anna didn’t hear his muffled order, so he urged her hips up and back. He merged his tongue in and lost it in her tiny cunt. She now understand her task and hurried up and down.
“MmmHMMM,” Jeff grew upon tasting her fresh dew.
“Uh! Uh, Daddy, your tongue is in my special place,” Anna gripped his hair, dizzy with arousal, “Ah, gosh, oh my gosh. Dada, it feels so good.”
Jeff gasped for air and rounded up with a twist against her thin inner lips. He then came back to her swollen clip to suckle. Knowing she was ultra high on pleasure, he sunk his teeth into the fleshy nub.
“Uh, yes, Daddy hurt me,” Anna moaned approvingly, relishing his rough touch. “Uh-“
Anna cut her moan short when her phone rang beneath her. Twisting her arm around, she grabbed it, peered at the name across the screen, and tossed it off the ledge. Eric would just have to get over her somehow because she loved this old perv between her legs.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, yes.” Anna purred, running her fingers through his wavy hair, “Hmm, I’ll be your good girl for Cummies Dada,” she whimpered and hiked her hips, soon to exploit in his mouth, “Uhhh, This is your little pussy, ah… it’s all yours, Daddy.”
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Later that evening.
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Brave Little Girl
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In a black strapless dress, Anna slipped her feet into a pair of open-toe sandals and carefully tied the lacy black strings around her calm. Once her shoes were on her feet, she lifted the short dress and shimmied into a pair of pink sweatpants. She looked into her full-length mirror. With her little black dress now double as a long shirt and her sweats covering her sexy shoes, she looked innocent.
Scanning her grunge look again with a twist, Anna decided she looked too cute. She scattered curls around her neck and forehead in a flattering mess and put on an old black sweatshirt that slopped around her hips.
Anna left her room, appearing laid back as intended, ensuring Jeff would buy her lie. She skipped down the hall, spotting him lazily perched in his chair. He had a drink at his side, along with a bowl of cheddar popcorn. Quiet as a mouse, she scooped a handful of popcorn from his lap.
“DAMit, girl,” Jeff jumped in the seat, “Where’d you come from?” He turned to face her, and laughed at her baggy attire, “Where the hell are you going dressed like an esquimo?”
“Shopping with a friend,” she lied, pressing her hands together to remove the cheese dust, “I’ll be back later.”
“Do you need some money?”
“No, I’m OKy. Thanks, though,” Anna smiled and reached for her pocketbook, praying to get away without notice.
“Wait.
“Yeah?” Anna watched with guilty announcement as he leaned back in the recliner. “What?”
“What’s this friend’s name?”
“Oh,” Anna smiled, “Sasha.”
Jeff shivered in disgust, “Uh, The slut?”
Her brown eyes rolled in announcement, “My friend is not a slut,” she groaned, pulling at the door knob.
“Birds of a feather. I’m surprised you aren’t half naked,” he chuckled through obnoxious chews, and she opened the door wide to slam it shut.
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Craig sat on a stool in a semi-crowded bar, pushing a beer bottle up and back across the shiny bar top. The neon signs flashed across his saddened face. He was alone and planned to be for the rest of the night. He had always been shy but experienced a shift in confidence over the past few months working for his boss, Jeff. Not having many friends, he had admitted their companionship. But Jeff was trying toStay home and limit his wild habits.
And, of course, Craig understand that.
It was no secret Jeff had issues. He was impulsive on the card table and reckless with drugs and alcohol. Craig drank liquor, too, but didn’t care much for cocaine. He barely used it; his heart raced too much to indulge or become dependent on the stuff.
Craig felt nobody’s eyes glance his way at the old bar room. With Jeff, he was important. They went to business lunches, bars, and strip clubs and gambled until the wee hours of the morning. It was a fast lifestyle that ended quicker than expected, but he respected his boss’s decision to step back from the destructive vices.
Craig thought about calling him. Even without the hard drugs, he knew Jeff could take him out of his comfort zone, spread a confident aura over his lame shoulders, and perhaps make him forget his other problems. His parents were bad off, his credit was shot to hell, and he was single with no idea of how to approach women.
Craig wasn’t a bad-looking man, despite what he thought when he looked in the mirror. He was tall, brick-framed, and somewhat bulky from the gym. Thanks to Jeff, he now wore old designer suits instead of graphic T-shirts and kept his once-long brown hair neat and shaped. His bear was trimmed down with a thick mustache covering his pink lips. On the outside, he looked good; inside, he was a nervous wreck.
Craig slung his head back and tackled a double shot of whiskey with a hard gulp. Chasing the burn with the last drops of beer, he wiped his mouth and turned to check out a group of giggling girls. To his surprise, he saw his crush, the one girl he could never have but thought about more often than he cared to admit.
It was like Anna came out of a wet dream, a bright smile etched across her sweet face. He liked how her eyes spoke of her mood before opening her mouth. She was full of teenage angst, and her little body was ripe and fresh. She was also his boss’s wif. But that didn’t stop his heart from thudding in her presence. He calmed himself deeply and watched her laugh with her friends. Her cheeks held a crisis blush as she took a small sip of some fruit drink in a glass almost as big as her head.
Craig shook off his crush and reached for his phone to call Jeff.
“What’s up?” Jeff answered on the second ring, just as bored as Craig was sitting at the slowly crowding bar.
“Hey. I know you’re not up for the Red room, but I’m at Brewster’s if you want to… um.. hangout, or ….” Craig stopped talking and kicked himself for asking a grown man to ‘Hangout.’
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