Loading...After sneaking up the stairs, Bob’s heartbeat surged. It was 2am. In spite of his adrenaline rush, Bob crept down the hall like a thief in the night. The house was quiet. Although Bob knew the women were sleeping soundly in their beds, he was prepared to retreat if he heard an errant sound.
Even though he could wait until another night, he doubted his wife would interrupt his scheme because she was out cold in their bedroom at the end of hall.
An evening of alcohol and a couple of prescription sleeping pills guaranteed her absence from the pending drama.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the left, his daughter, Liza, was in a similar state as her mother. Although Liza and her girlfriend had already drunk too much at the club, Bob insisted they both have one more drink with him before heading to bed. What Liza didn’t know was he had slipped one of her mother’s sleeping pills into her nightcap.
He stopped and listened at Liza’s door. He couldn’t hear any voices or see any lights shining under the door. He knew his daughter was fast asleep but it was Liza’s guest, Bella, which absorbed his interest. His mouth went dry as he thought about sexy Bella. Bella the tease.
Bella was Liza’s new friend from college with odd traits. A literal bastard. A Nordstrom’s junkie without a father to bankroll her habit. An excitement addict that would always look for trouble but then chicken out at the last moment. A model that shunned the runway but craved the attention. She didn’t have a driver’s license but was always borrowing friend’s cars for a few days. A real mess.
At the beginning of the semester, the two girls had started hanging out and going to clubs together. Soon, they had become close friends and co-adventurers. Bella was a redhead, but not too red, closer to bright reddish brown. In a group of women, she was the one that glowed. Bella brandished steel blue eyes that trapped you into staring at her. Both features on their own were formidable but together, she was the most captivating woman he had met. But when he first saw Bella in tight, cutoff jeans, Bob could taste his lust for her.
She had legs built especially for those short shorts. Long. Firm. Sexy. Not an ounce of wasted curve. Legs made to wrap around his waist. Her shorts were cutoff just above the beginning of her ass, which was only hidden by the denim’s frayed edges. When she sat or bent over, her ass was on full display. Even though Bella was great to look at, she also helped pull Liza out of her shell.
Extroverted Bella got Liza to do new things. Dancing. Surfing. Backpacking. Attending small theater productions with aspiring young actors. Liza was happy when she was around Bella instead of being depressed and lazy. The girls shared clothes and secrets. Maybe, one secret too many.
Onetime, when he wore a new suit he had just purchased, Liza mentioned that Bella thought Bob was handsome. His daughter was trying to get him to blush but it didn’t work. Instead, Bob didn’t react since he already knew Bella’s feelings because, behind Liza’s back, Bella had been teasing him for weeks. Short skirts. Big smiles. Promising eyes. Lingering touches when they passed in the kitchen. Yes, Bob already knew that Bella was interested in him.
Likewise, Bella already knew Bob was interested in her too. By the way he stared at her body, his sexual desire for her was evident. While Bella wasn’t shy about displaying her body, Bob wasn’t shy about showing his interest in it. Without caring that Bella knew his inner thoughts, he freely let his eyes caress every inch of her young, hard body. In fact, whenever Bella had dinner at his house, he couldn’t stop looking at Bella.
Bella noticed his roaming eyes but no one else did. At first, Bella seemed uncomfortable with his lurid interest but that awkwardness soon passed. Sometimes, she even tried to match his stare with her own. Once, after Bob had openly stared at her cleavage, Bella let her eyes drop to his crotch and gave her lips a little swipe. Then she looked up and gave him a sexy wink but it ended in a laugh and a smile right before she ran away. She reminded him of a neophyte that got to the head of the line for the tallest roller coaster and then retreated. He had almost caught her twice before she escaped.
The first time, Bob had just arrived home from a late night at the office and Bella was sitting side ways in his recliner with her legs stretched over the padded arm. She was wearing a short dress and her long legs were on display. Bob concentrated on the fuck-me heels and bare legs. One leg bounced up and down while her tall heels rocked back and forth off the ball of her foot. Even though she knew the chair was his, Bella gave Bob a challenging look and said, “You don’t mind if I sit here do you? We are getting ready to go out to a club and I want to rest my feet.”
Her eyes were locked with his. The look on her face silently said, “What are you waiting for?” He kept staring at her as she leaned back against the other arm and stretched out so her red mane hung down the other side of the chair. Her tight dress displayed her upturned breasts and tiny waist to her full advantage. As Bob stood there, she continued to challenge him with her look.
Accepting her dare, Bob set down his brief case and started to walk over to her. He said, “You’re in big trouble, bad girl.” Her eyes got bigger but she didn’t back down as he approached. Then Bella looked behind him and her face changed to fright. From behind him, he heard Liza say, “That’s dad’s chair. You better get out. He hates when anyone else sits in it.”
Looking guilty, Bella quickly got out of the chair and slipped past Bob but the smile on her face said he had missed his chance. As she passed him, Bob’s muscles twitched with desire to reach out and touch her.
Earlier that evening, he had almost caught her again. Dressed for clubbing, she had caught him looking at her legs in her short skirt just as his daughter left the room to get her purse. Leaning against the wall, she stood there and let him visually fondle her. When their eyes met, Bella’s eyes smiled.
Bella’s puffy red lips pouted as she shook her head to reprimand him, “Liza wouldn’t like you looking at me like that.” To further taunt him, she raised an eyebrow and added, “What bad thoughts are you having, Mr. Thompson?”
She looked down and pulled up the hem of her skirt further up her thigh. Not a lot, but just enough to promise more. The exposure of her forbidden flesh ignited a furnace inside his loins. With a sexy voice, Bella asked, “Were you looking for something, Mr. Thompson?”
Her flirtation was obvious but very effective. Only pretty girls could get by with such brash behavior because of their years of experience with male attention. Bob was in no mood to be teased. When he stood up to confront her, she giggled and ran after his daughter to escape but, as she ran around the corner, she looked back at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He could have caught her but Bob let her escape.
Tonight, she wouldn’t escape. He would call Bella’s bluff and the evening would end differently. Essentially, she was alone with him while the other women slept.
Lost in desire and driven by his need to touch Bella, Bob opened his daughter’s bedroom door and, after making sure no one stirred, snuck into the dark room. The French country inspired curtains were drawn back leaving the large windows exposed. The frilly room contrasted with his dark lust. The room was filled with moonlight and old stuffed animals. Everything was quiet except for the heavy breathing from the sleeping girls. The two twin beds with white sheets and fluffy comforters were set on opposite sides of the room.
On one side of the room, Liza slept on her side facing the window. On the other side of the room, Bella slept on her back with the sheet pulled down to her waist and her arms above her head. Bella appeared to be frozen mid step in an elaborate dance move. Although asleep, she was still wearing earrings and make up. He moved closer for a better look at his quarry.
She had puffy red lips, cute little nose and a strong jaw. Her tousled reddish brown hair stretched across the pillow like unattended ivy. Her snow-white skin was flawless and her red hair ignited his passions.
Standing above her, he opened his robe and exposed his naked body to his sleeping victim. If she awoke unexpectedly, he had nothing to be ashamed of since a lifetime of exercise had been good to him. Also, in regards to the size of his cock, Mother Nature had dealt him good cards. As he looked down at Bella, he pulled on his already erect cock. Considering how petite she was, he wondered how he was going to slip his shaft inside her.
Moving to the head of the bed, he leaned over and rubbed his cock along her hand. Her skin was soft. As he moved his cock up her arm, he left traces of precum along the way. Charged even more by the sight, he pulled down her covers and sat on bed without her noticing. With the sheets pulled back, Bob caught a whiff of her floral perfume. Still asleep, Bella looked delicious in her little nightgown.
The off-white cotton nightie was made from floral lace with scalloped edging and tiny eyelet cutouts. The gown was supposed to be romantic yet still innocent. Instead, it stoked Bob’s fiery lust.
The gown was gathered just under her breasts by an elastic band and was held up at the shoulders with slender little cords. The gown’s fabric was not transparent but still thin enough that, in the bright moonlight, he could the see the dark shadows of her nipples. Placed high on her breasts, her nipples were as round as Morgan silver dollars. Looking down her slender body, Bob noticed the laced hem of her gown ended a couple of inches below her pussy.
In the moonlit room, he touched her toned arm but she didn’t stir. Determining Bella was vulnerable; Bob continued to caress her as she slept. She was soft. Smooth. As his fingers explored her exposed skin, he wanted to know how every inch of Bella felt. His hands, barely touching her sleeping body, traveled from her calves to her neck while his fingertips traced the hollows of her body along the way.
Emboldened by her continued slumber, Bob pulled the edge of her nightie up far enough that he found her little cotton thong, a tiny pink triangle sprinkled with little white hearts. With his fingers, Bob lightly rubbed the top of her pussy mound. Underneath the fabric, Bob could feel the crest of downy fur on the top of her pussy. Motivated by his intimate snooping, Bob pulled the elastic aside and he explored further into her hidden treasures.
When he found her clit hiding between her lips, he slowly circled the little nub with his thumb. As he circled, her clit grew harder and peeked out from its hood. Taking his time, he slipped his other hand under her nightie to fondle her flat, washboard tummy while making sure he she didn’t wake. Touching her youthful body made Bob’s cock ache even more with desire for her. With the palm of his hand, he circled her belly button with his caresses while letting his fingers explore down to the waistband of her panties.
Shortly, her body responded to his attention. At first, her pussy became warm and then slightly moist at which Bella smiled in her sleep. When he infiltrated her dreams, her legs parted a little and her nub started to swell as it ventured out of its hiding place. Then, she murmured her enjoyment.
Looking down at his sleeping prey, Bob knew that Bella was going to be the anvil to his hammer. Even if she fought him at first, Bella would comply with his demands and then enjoy it. Overwhelmed with a surging sense of desire for Bella, he removed his hand from inside her thong and gently shook her until she slowly awoke.
*
Stuck in the twilight of a racy dream, Bella looked into the eyes of Mr. Thompson. With a tickle in her tummy, she wasn’t sure if her head was spinning because the evening’s wine or because the man who had bewitched her was so close. Happy to see him but not knowing what to say, she just smiled at his handsome face and waited for him to say something first. In return, his dark brown eyes glared down at her as if he was waiting for something too.
As her fog of sleep dissipated, Bella remained silent, but her face turned quizzical as she realized he was touching her. His hand was under her gown and caressing the expanse of skin between her belly button and thong. Although his hand felt good touching her, she knew it was wrong.
Still not fully awake, Bella remembered Liza was asleep in the next bed. Panicked by the fear of discovery, Bella glanced over and saw Liza’s sleeping silhouette carved out by the moonlight. Afraid of hurting Liza, Bella took hold of Mr. Thompson’s hand and tried to remove it but she couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow it and she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. In a hushed voice, Bella said, “Mr. Thompson, I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”
In an authoritative tone, Mr. Thompson replied, “You have been a bad girl, Bella. You have been teasing me for too long so I am taking you up on your offer.”
In an instance, Bella’s mind replayed all of her flirting with her new friend’s dad and she knew why he was there. A flash of excitement and dread slammed her. With the burden of guilt, Bella looked over at Liza again to confirm she was sleeping and quietly said, “Please stop. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go so far. I was only having fun. There was a misunderstanding and I won’t let it happen again.”
Mr. Thompson remained silent. Not knowing how to respond to his silence, Bella looked around. She finally noticed his robe was open and his cock jutted straight up from his lap. She was shocked. Her eyes locked on his threatening shaft, even as her head moved back and forth to protest. Bella tried to say something but her lips moved without a sound. Until that moment, Bella never realized penises got so thick and long.
*
While Bella was spell bound by his cock, Bob looked down at her young body. Even on her back, her cone shaped breasts rose from her torso like the Alps. No longer wanting to wait for Bella to peacefully surrender, he started his main assault. He placed his large hand over her breast hidden under her thin nightgown and squeezed her tender flesh. Before she could react, Bob informed her. “Tonight, I am going to take everything you have promised to me. You can fight it or just lay back and enjoy it like a bad girl but, either way, you are mine tonight.”
Tearing her eyes away from his erect cock, Bella resisted. In desperation, she begged, “Mr. Thompson, please don’t. What will Liza think?”
He responded in a low voice, “She will never know how bad you have been because she is sound asleep. When you two got back from clubbing all night, I secretly gave her a little sleeping pill. We will be all alone until the morning sun.” He then added, “Since we are going to be close friends now, call me Bob.”
Frantic but still very quietly, Bella pleaded with Mr. Thompson, “Please stop. I’m scared. I promise not to tease you again.”
In a very even tone, Bob replied, “You are the most fantastic looking woman to have stepped through my front door in years. Because of your teasing, I can only think about you. My life is in shambles because you have enchanted me. So, to end my pain and suffering, you will need to do better than apologize. Bad girls need to deliver on your promises.”
Again, she pleaded with him while trying to pull his arm away from her chest, “Stop saying that. Honest, I didn’t mean to tease you.”
Bob, tired of her resistance, grabbed both of her wrists and trapped them against the rails of the white iron headboard. She was so petite; he could wrap his hand around both of her wrists and the iron railing, at the same time. Leaning forward, he brought his face within a couple of inches of her face and barks in a low growl, “You’re lying. You knew what you were doing with that hot little body so stop fucking around. Hold on to the rails and don’t let go until I tell you to or you will be sorry. Do you understand?”
As a look of fear crossed her face, Bella nodded yes back at him and looked over to make sure Liza was still asleep. Holding on to the rail as if her life depended upon it, Bella didn’t move as he leered down at her. Bob knew he was intimidating her.
Looking her directly in the eyes, Bob insisted, “Instead of flashing me, you are going to show me your sexy body right now. You are going to stop teasing me as if you were a little girl and start acting like a woman. You are going to satisfy me.”
While still holding her wrists above her head, Bob quickly placed his other hand between her legs and covered her pussy mound. He had caught Bella off guard. He was smiling down at her when her eyes got bigger. He watched as her mouth opened but not a sound escaped her lips. Through her delicate panties, Bob started rubbing his finger back and forth over her sweet spot again.
Surprised by his rapid advance, Bella was too slow to defend herself as she closed her legs on his hand after he had already started to fondle her. With Bob still holding her wrists, she couldn’t move her arms to fight him off so she wriggled around underneath him. Her protesting just seemed to excite him more. With her steel blue eyes sparkling, Bella pleaded with him, “Please don’t. I promise to be better.”
With a quiet, little laugh, Bob replied, “Of course you’ll be better. I guarantee it…because you’re going to deliver on your promise. Besides, I know you want me as much as I want you. It would be a crime for you not to give freedom to your feelings. You don’t have a thing to worry about because no one will ever know what happened here tonight except for you and me. I promise.”
Still trying to break her wrists free from his grasp, Bella’s voice changed from begging to bargaining, “Please don’t. Not here. Not now. Maybe we can meet somewhere else.”
Not fooled by such an amateur ploy, Bob told her, “Yes, bad girl, we are taking care of this here and now. I am not giving you a chance to get away. All of your teasing has me too worked up to stop. Just as you wanted, I have been thinking of nothing else but you. So, tonight, you are all mine.”
*
From the determined look in his eyes, Bella knew Mr. Thompson was doing whatever he wanted to her and she couldn’t stop him. She silently cursed herself for flirting with him. Not knowing what else to say, Bella closed her eyes and just rocked her head back and forth between her upturned arms as his thumb rolled over her clit. In the quiet of the dark room, he continued to finger her. But in contrast to his rough handling of her wrists, Mr. Thompson tenderly caressed her clit through her panties. Bella could feel her body respond to his delicate touch.
Bella was confused. She knew this was wrong and Liza would be hurt if she found out but this was something she had wanted ever since she had met Mr. Thompson. She had teased him and hoped he would remember her. Desire her. Even more, she wanted him to pursue her. Everything was happening as she secretly desired but she never imagined it would actually happen. Now that it was happening, she wasn’t sure what to do next. Then she realized, she didn’t need to do a thing. Liza was out cold and Mr. Thompson had already decided what to do next. She just needed to relax.
*
Soon, Bob could feel Bella’s thighs stop squeezing his hand. In fact, her thighs parted enough to allow him unfettered access. Sensing the tide was turning, Bob reassured Bella, “That’s it, baby. Relax. We both know you are a bad girl and you want this to happen too.”
Bob noticed that Bella didn’t respond to him but also, she was no longer fighting back. Her eyes remained closed but he could feel her thighs part just a little bit more as he continued to finger her. When he gently nudged her thighs apart, Bella moved her knees outward even more. Bob used the opportunity to pull the elastic of her thong aside and slip his finger along her slit. To his delight, she was wet and Bob was pleased that her body encouraged him to continue.
Bob sensed she was going to fully cooperate so he made the next move. As he released her wrists, he told her, “Don’t let go of the headboard. Do you understand?”
With her eyes still closed, Bella hesitated and then quietly responded, “Yes, I won’t let go.”
Satisfied that she was taking his lead, Bob continued to run his fingertips along her barren pussy lips. With her obvious excitement, her oily lips parted to allow his finger entry to her pussy but he refrained. Bob wanted to tease her a little himself.
Still cautious, Bob watched closely to see what Bella would do after he let go of her wrists. As instructed, Bella gripped the headboard very hard as if she was going to do some pull-ups. Bob used an authoritative voice again, “Good, don’t move.”
No longer concerned with her escape, Bob placed his free hand over her breast and squeezed. She released a small moan but this time Bella doesn’t try to stop him.
Meanwhile, his other hand continued to trace the border of her pussy but each time the circles got smaller. While her pussy got wetter, Bella gripped harder on the headboard. Bob continued to fondle her breasts through her gown but he wanted to feel her bare flesh.
Without the patience to disrobe Bella, Bob decided to take a short cut. No longer caring, he pulled at the cords holding up her nightgown until it tore away from the gown. As he pulled down her top to expose her elusive breasts, he told her, “You are such a bad girl that you’ll need to apologize to Liza about ruining her night gown.” Bob hesitated and then added, “I want you to say it. Say, ‘I’m a bad girl.”
Hesitating, Bella replied, “Mr. Thompson, I am really not trying to be bad. I swear.”
Bob demanded again, “Say it.”
Continuing to resist him, Bella replied, “No, I can’t.”
With her top pulled down, Bob looked at Bella. Her breasts were perfect. Symmetrical with hard, red nipples perched high on each pale mound. Her aureoles were tight and wrinkled from her excitement. Having wanted to feel her tits since the first day he met her, Bob slipped his hand over her exposed flesh and finally caressed her magnificent, bare breasts. As he fondled her, Bob instructed Bella again, “Say you’re a bad girl, Bella.”
Whimpering, Bella begged, “No, I won’t say it.”
Her hard nipple poked against the palm of his hand as he pressed her breast into his hand. As he fondled her, Bob noticed that Bella pressed back against his hand. It was another sign that she wanted him and that she was a woman in heat. He took advantage of the moment and squeezed her nipple between his fingers. As he squeezed harder, he quietly told her, “Say you’re a bad girl, now.”
The look on her face was no longer scared or innocent but rather, wanton. Bella moaned with his new attention, “I am a bad girl.”
As he enjoyed her previously hidden gifts, Bob whispered, “Now that is settled. You may be a bad girl, but you are also the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. You are better looking than I ever imagined and could steal a man’s soul. You should have never had started this.”
*
No longer frightened by him, now his words made Bella feel joyous. As Mr. Thompson continued to fondle her, Bella relented and admitted, “Oh, Mr. Thompson, I am so sorry for having been a bad girl.”
Mr. Thompson stated, “It’s alright, Bella. This more than makes up for it. Tell me Bella, do you want me?”
Bella turned her head towards the sleeping Liz and verified she was still asleep. She then looked up at him, paused as she considered his question and then, nodded her head, “Yes.”
Bob grabbed her arm and pulled her hand down to his cock as he tells her, “Stroke it. I know you want to.”
Instinctively, her hand grabbed his shaft and started to slide up and down the length of it. With her eyes locked on his cock, Bella could only whisper, “Oh god, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
Mr. Thompson corrected her, “Yes, you should because you are a very bad girl.”
With one hand still on the headboard, Bella stared at his cock as she enthusiastically pumped her hand along its length. She had only given a hand job once before with an older boy on their first date in the back of a theater. He had chased her for weeks and finally, she agreed to go out with him. After their date, he never called her again so Bella always wondered if her hand job was inept.
Not wanting a repeat disappointment, she was glad she could see what she was doing this time. After a quick glance at Liza, Bella concentrated on milking Liza’s daddy. Stroking him seemed so and she wanted to give Mr. Thompson the best hand job he had ever had. From the ecstatic look on his face, she could tell she was succeeding. He was enjoying it.
As Bella stroked his thick shaft, Mr. Thompson returned to fondling her body and she responded with a moan to his expert touch. As he fondled her in the dark, Bella got into the rhythm of stroking his cock until he abruptly stopped her. Reluctantly, Bella let go of his shaft as he pulled away.
Mr. Thompson scooted down to the end of the bed so, not knowing what else to do, Bella grabbed the headboard again. Smiling up at her, he slipped down between her legs with his head separating her thighs. Following her first instinct, she tried to press her legs together but he didn’t let her. Sensing what was coming next, Bella didn’t let go of the headboard as he pulled her legs apart. She relaxed and let her legs spread like a lily greeting the morning sun. She felt so exposed and vulnerable as all of her secrets were bared for him. Her eyes grew bigger as he lowered his head to her pussy. Nervous, Bella whispered, “Don’t Mr. Thompson, you shouldn’t do that.”
Bringing his face down to her crotch, Bob replied with a smile, “Yes, I should.” He then pulled her thong aside and licked the length of her slit. More of a flick than a lick. As the tip of his tongue delved deeper between her labia, her head rocked back and forth.
Letting go of the headboard, she murmured and wriggled in the sheets. So she wouldn’t make a sound, Bella started biting her hand until her teeth sunk too deep. Fearing she would draw blood, Bella placed one hand on the back of his head while she pulled her own hair as he started to eat her pussy.
She had read about, dreamed about it but no man’s head had been between her thighs before tonight. He switched back and forth between the flat, meaty part of his tongue and its teasing tip. As his tongue explored her pussy, she felt her body surrender to him.
As he licked her pussy, she kept clawing her fingers through the tangled tufts of her hair as if punishing herself for enjoying a romp with her friend’s dad. Bella was amazed at how good his tongue felt in such forbidden places. Sooner than if she used her own fingers, he coaxed a climax from deep within inside her and it threatened to explode. Embarrassed at how easily he had satisfied her, she tried to stop it but couldn’t. All she could do was try to keep quiet in the dark room as her body obeyed his desires.
From the bottom of her soul, she came like the loose end of a running garden hose. Wet and wild. As he held her hips against his open mouth, her body bounced and flopped at the end of his tongue. Finally, her body collapsed from exertion as the beat of his tongue subsided. Even as her shaking dwindled, she intermittently spasmed when orgasmic aftershocks caught up with her. With her rapid breathing and heaving chest, Bella could smell the musky perfume of her pussy.
Meanwhile, Mr. Thompson never removed his mouth from her pussy but let his tongue rest as she became less sensitive. His body felt warm and safe between her thighs. Every few moments, he tested her with the tip of his tongue to see if she was ready for more.
A few times she just shivered when he touched her but then it stopped. Not letting Bella fully recover, Mr. Thompson continued to demonstrate his oral talents. He soothed her frantic body with smooth strokes until her clit grew hard again between his lips. When her body was ready for more, he flicked his tongue across her hard bud until it swelled with excitement.
Still breathing hard, Bella just let Mr. Thompson continue to eat her pussy even though she was positive she would have a heart attack if she came again. Not wanting to fight him anymore, she went with the flow. To help him out, Bella pulled her knees up and held them apart while Mr. Thompson isolated her clit from it hiding place. Keeping a good grip on her knees, Bella laid back, relaxed and enjoyed the long, flat licks of his tongue. Then he slipped a single finger inside her and found a very sensitive spot that almost made Bella scream. Wishing she had discovered this sensation years earlier, she clinched her teeth and arched her body while he flogged her with his finger and tongue. Her senses were on overload as he continued to search for her orgasm. Not interested in stopping him, Bella let him use her however he wanted while she held her knees wide apart. Soon, Mr. Thompson had mapped every crevice between her legs.
With her toes pointed downward and her eyes closed, Bella could feel Mr. Thompson pulling her closer to the edge as his tongue flicked and his finger probed. He seemed to know every one of her sensitive spots and even found new ones. Soon, Bella felt herself slide over the edge and, this time, she didn’t try to stop herself. She just let her orgasm wrench her body back and forth as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. As if stuck on a high voltage power line, her body shook and her muscles flinched. As if she was floating above her convulsing body, Bella marveled how her body accepted every thing Mr. Thompson did to her. Finally, her body could not control her muscles anymore so she melted into a heap in the middle of the bed.
Smiling, Mr. Thompson pulled her up and leaned close. Bella found herself too tired to resist as they kissed for the first time. Bella didn’t mind that her juices covered his face or that his tongue, which had just moments ago been deep inside her pussy, explored inside her mouth. It was a hungry, desperate kiss. While her body failed to operate correctly because of the devastating impact of her dual orgasms, Bella clumsily kissed him back as if she would devour him. She could feel he wanted more from her and she wanted to please him. But then, Mr. Thompson pulled away and said, “Hold on.”
As he picked her up, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as if he was a massive tree trunk. While he kneaded her ass with his large hands, he pulled her high above his waist and continued their kiss. As their tongues danced even more, Mr. Thompson reached around and guided the head of his engorged cock towards her eager pussy. As she readied herself to be impaled, he slowly lowered her to the point of his shaft. Embarrassed, Bella stopped kissing him and hid her face as she whispered, “This will be my first time.”
Pulling back and smiling, Mr. Thompson whispered, “Don’t worry, it won’t be your last.”
Mr. Thompson kissed her again while lowering her until she could feel the heat from his shaft. While their tongues wrestled, he used one hand to center her target over his shaft. As he nestled the head of his cock against the gates of her wet pussy, he broke off their kiss. He stared into her eyes without a word or a whisper.
***
Not fully inside her, Bob kept staring directly into her eyes and waited. He was patient. Since this was her first time, he waited for Bella to ask to be fucked. He didn’t want to drag her off the ledge; he wanted her to jump on her own accord. He wanted her to beg so he stared at Bella and waited.
At first, sexy Bella moaned at him, encouraging him. When that didn’t work, Bella tried to push her pussy towards his cock but he made sure he was always out of reach. Turning wanton, Bella futilely thrust her hips towards him and whimpered. Finally, Bella whispered, “Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me, please.”
Satisfied, he lowered Bella down on to his thick shaft as her head tilted back. Like a red-hot poker, his cock slid into her buttery pussy. Bella’s mouth gradually opened in exact unison to how far his cock pushed inside her. Finally, her mouth was open as far as it could stretch but not a sound emerged.
With his legs spread for balance, Bob slowly fucked Bella as he stood in the middle of the dark room. With Bella hanging on his neck, Bob lifted her up and then dropped her back onto his shaft. She rode his cock as if she was a crazy woman. Her unfocused eyes rolled from side to side as her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Her rapid breaths were followed by tiny yips of pleasure. She whispered into his ear, “Fuckfuckfuckmeeeee.”
Bending forward a little, Bob started thrusting his cock inside her pussy with gusto. Soon their bodies were slapping against each other as if it was standing ovation. All Bella could do was hang on and whimper as her pussy became wetter while Bob pounded away inside her.
Tired from balancing their thrusting bodies while standing, Bob found an open spot on the crowded dresser. He set Bella’s naked ass down amongst the discard makeup brushes, folded underwear and forgotten purses. In this position, he could focus on sliding his cock inside her instead of trying not to fall.
Slowly, Bob fucked Bella while her hard ass was perched on the edge of the dresser with her legs wrapped around his lower back and her arms around his neck. Her enthusiasm was evident as she pulled herself up and down his shaft. Meanwhile, he withdrew his cock from her wet pussy until only the head remained inside her and then he eased back into her pussy until their pelvises bumped.
***
In the dark bedroom, Bella looked over at Liza sleeping soundly. Bella felt a jolt of guilt as Liza’s father fucked her. Bella knew she was rationalizing her betrayal but if Liza continued to sleep, it would be like nothing happened. Bella smiled to herself as his cock lunged inside her.
For the third time that night, Bella held her breath and came. It wasn’t as violent as earlier but much more satisfying because she could appreciate the small details. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck. Her breasts undulated with his thrusts. His labored breathing sounded like a locomotive as she clamped her heels into the small of his back.
As her body shook under his thrusts, Bella could feel their smooth, sweaty bodies rubbing together. She had never felt so alive and happy. Again, Bella looked over Mr. Thompson’s shoulder at Liza sleeping and silently promised to make it up to her. She felt so wicked yet every nerve in her body was electrified. As Bella grunted with each thrust, his hands were busy fondling her breasts. Mr. Thompson continued fucking her as her body went limp. She was exhausted but he was still hard.
*
Soon, Bob could not hold back any longer. Deep inside, he could feel his sperm trying to escape. No longer capable of holding back, Bob let himself explode inside Bella. Bam. He could feel each spurt of sperm rise to the end of his shaft and blast inside her. Thrust after thrust, he came. After cumming, he just leaned against Bella and the dresser. As his cock went limp, Bella hugged him and rubbed his back. She whispered, “That was so good.”
After a few moments, he whispered back, “We aren’t done yet, bad girl.”
With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he picked her up and carried her towards her bed. As he walked across the darkroom, Bob checked to make sure that his daughter was still sound asleep. After setting her down, Bella laid in the middle of the bed. With her ripped nightgown around her waist, she was sweaty, disheveled, and smiling. She reached her arms up towards him.
At the sight of her naked toy, Bob could feel the blood thicken inside his limp cock. Knowing the night was still young, Bob straddled Bella’s waist and held his shaft towards her face. She smiled back as he said, “Because you’re such a bad girl, you need to be punished a little more. You need to put that little mouth of yours to work. There is nothing better for the soul than hard work.”