Loading...“No! Fuck you! I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me!”
I could hear the girl next door screaming at her parents again, and I knew that this time, it was about me, or rather, the deal that I had offered her parents.
Amber was 18, very beautiful, a bit thin for my tastes, but a raging bitch and brat. An only child, she basically got what she wanted, and when she didn’t, she yelled and screamed.
Ever since I moved into this house, 10 years ago, I’ve known that Amber controlled her parents, and it only got worse every year. Her mother was a stuck-up bitch herself who controlled her husband, and thought that her daughter could do no wrong, and her father was only concerned with his hunting and fishing, without any apparent concern that he was at the bottom of the totem pole in his house. Neither of them apparently believed in disciplining their child, and now they were paying the price for that belief.
This time, however, it was different. That night, Amber came home drunk and hit my car, which was parked in front of my house, as she was trying to park. As her mother, Jill, looked on, I told her father, Joe, that unless they could come up with a way to pay for the damage, I would have to call the police. The damage wasn’t major, but I wasn’t about to cover it, and didn’t want my insurance to go up because of her.
I made the choices quite clear. If they didn’t come up with a way to cover the costs, their precious daughter would lose her license for under-age drunk driving, which meant no driving until she graduated High School next year, and she would most likely spend the night in jail.
I knew that Jill would object to any plan that involved Amber taking responsibility for her actions, so I took Joe to the side to talk to him. As soon as we started to walk away, Jill naturally started to bitch, loudly, about not being involved.
When she started to yell and scream, I stopped and stepped right into her face.
“Jill, I want you to listen to me, very carefully,” I told her, remaining calm, “right now, I REALLY don’t give a shit what you want. You may walk all over your husband, but I’m not him. Now, you can either shut the fuck up, or I’ll simply call the cops, and you can deal with them, AND your insurance company.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” she yelled at me, after glaring at me for a couple of seconds.
As I watched her walk away, I thought to myself, “I can see why Joe was attracted to her, at first, but NO ONE is worth putting up with THAT kind of crap from!”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied, walking to Joe.
“Joe, I don’t want to be an asshole,” I began, “but the way that I see it, you’ve got to make Amber understand who’s in charge, and that it’s NOT her.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked. “I don’t have the money to pay for your repairs, and either does Amber. Plus, I have to deal with her mother.”
“I understand that,” I told him. “I think that leaves you with two options. I’ll pay for the repairs up front. My suggestion would be to have Amber pay me back, over time.”
“How? She doesn’t have a job, and I can’t force her to get one.”
“Yeah, you can, Joe,” I told him. “Our generation never got away with this kind of nonsense. Our parents made us go out and work.”
“That’ll never work with her,” he countered. “She’ll keep saying that she can’t find anything, and her mother will back her up.”
I stood there for a couple of seconds thinking, before I came up with an idea.
“I’ll probably regret offering this, but, here’s my final offer. If she doesn’t want to get a real job, she can work for me, doing things around my house, until it’s all paid off. She can work it off at the equivalent of minimum wage, and she can do things like clean up the house, cut the grass, that kind of work.”
“I don’t know if she’ll agree to that,” he mumbled.
“Don’t give her a choice, Joe. Tell her it’s either that, or she loses her license, and goes to jail.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” he told me. “You don’t have to deal with her mother.”
“Joe, again, I don’t want to be an asshole, but it’s time you proved you’ve got a pair. You know that this is the best option.”
“I’ll give you one hour to talk to them, and then I want her to sign a contract that will explain EVERYTHING, including the fact that this all happened because she was drunk,” I told him, hoping that neither of them knew that it would never hold up in court.
Joe looked at me for a second, and then turned and walked away without saying anything.
Just under an hour later, after all of the screaming and yelling, some of it actually from Joe, he and Amber came over and agreed to my offer. While they were gone, I quickly drew up the “contract”, and had them sign it.
“You can start work tomorrow morning,” I told Amber, knowing that she would be hung over, and wanting to piss off her mother even more.
After they went back into their house, I heard more yelling and screaming, and finally, two doors slamming.
The next morning, I was almost surprised when Amber showed up. She was looking quite haggard as she walked in the door, wearing her customary short shorts and tank top.
Her normal dress this time of year was either a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass or a mini-skirt, and a tank top. She also made it quite obvious that she often went without a bra when she dressed like that.
“I’m only doing this because I’m being forced to, and because my father’s almost as much of an asshole as you are,” she said, as she walked past me.
“Actually, you’re only doing this because you were stupid enough to get drunk and try to drive home while you’re underage, and you’re a bad enough driver that you couldn’t get your compact car into a space 50 feet long without hitting my car,” I replied. “Also, for some reason, I feel sorry enough for your father because you and your mother walk all over him, that I made him this offer so that he didn’t have to put his hard-earned money up to bail you out of jail, and get a lawyer for you. Your father deserves a hell of a lot more respect than either you or your mother give him,” I told her. “He busts his ass going to work every day, so that you and your mother can live the way that you do.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered, as she walked past me into my house.
I spent the next half-hour walking her around the house and explaining what I wanted her to do that day, when she commented, “Your house is a lot nicer than I expected. My mother said that this would be a pig sty.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I told her. “Your mother doesn’t have a very high regard for anybody, other than herself.”
“Don’t you talk bad about my mother!” she yelled at me.
“Don’t yell at me, young lady,” I replied. “I’m not one of your parents, and I sure as hell won’t tolerate it. I will send your skinny little ass right back home, where you can wait for the cops to come and pick you up.”
That seemed to shock her, and it took a short while before she could respond. “You don’t have any right to talk about my mother like that,” she said finally, much calmer that the last time.
“Why not? Your mother is an arrogant, self-righteous bitch, who loves to rip everybody else around her, and she’s teaching you to be the same way. THAT is part of why you’re in this situation right now.”
Amber stood there glaring at me for a few seconds, until I told her that she could start her work in the kitchen.
The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, and just before Amber went home, she stopped to talk to me.
“How long am I going to be your slave?” she asked.
“You’re not my slave,” I told her. “It’s more of an indentured servitude.”
“A what?”
“Look it up when you get home,” I told her. “I’m waiting for the repair ship to call me with an estimate, and then I’ll know how much you have to work off.”
“You know, it’s not ALL my fault,” she said.
“You’re right,” I replied. “It’s also the fault of whoever gave you the booze, but since they aren’t going to help you, you get to carry the burden.”
“But, if you hadn’t been parked there, I never would have hit your car,” she countered.
“Parked where?” I asked. “In a LEGAL spot, in front of my own house? Don’t try playing the victim with me, little girl. That crap may work with your parents, but it doesn’t fly with me. You hit my car because you were drunk, plain and simple.”
She stood there silently for a minute, obviously trying to think of something to say, before she mumbled, “Whatever,” and walked out of the house.
Later that day, the repair shop called me, and I did the math, so that I could tell her father what the damage was when he got home. It worked out to be about a month of working for me, if she did eight hours a day, not too bad, considering. That night, after I told Joe, and he went into his house, there was more yelling and screaming, but this time, Joe was yelling right back at his wife and daughter.
The next day, as soon as she walked in the door, Amber started yelling.
“A month?” she screeched at me. “You actually think that I’m going to give up a whole FUCKING month working for you? Fuck you!”
Expecting this kind of reaction, I got right into her face. “I want you to listen to me, and listen well,” I told her calmly. “I don’t give a damn WHAT you think or like. I told you yesterday, I am NOT your parents, and I will NOT tolerate you coming into MY house, yelling and screaming at me. ESPECIALLY with that tone, and using that kind of language.”
“You will shut your mouth, and work off your debt, taking a month to do so, or you will spend the night in the County lock-up, and then at LEAST the next year NOT driving,” I told her.
Again, I got the glare, and she stormed off to start on my kitchen again.
The next couple of weeks, Amber was basically peaceful and respectful around me. We started talking a bit, and only had one other disagreement, which was short-lived. Things even seemed to be calming down next door in the evenings. The only yelling I heard at this point was from her mother, and by now, Joe was standing his ground.
One day, I had her cleaning out my office while I ran out to do a couple of errands. I trusted her enough at that point that I felt like I could leave her alone. I had started to see a change in her behavior, and she had become quite a pleasant young lady.
When I came home, I walked around to the back of the house, to come in the patio door. Taking this route, I passed by one of the windows in my office, and I could see Amber, with her back towards the window, seated at my computer.
I could also see what she was looking at, and what she was doing. She had somehow found some hidden files, and was watching some videos that I had made with some past lovers. From the movement of one arm, it was obvious that she was playing with herself while she watched the video.
Quietly, I walked to the door and snuck in the house. She was so focused on the computer that she didn’t even hear me walk up behind her.
I stood there and watched her for a couple of minutes, listening to her moans mingling with those of the woman that I was with on the video.
“I don’t recall telling you that you could use my computer,” I said, just before I could tell that she was going to reach her orgasm.
“Oh, shit!” she yelled, as she jumped up. “I’m sorry! I, I…”
“Don’t bother trying to explain,” I told her, looking pissed off while enjoying the view of her nipples sticking up and pointing against her blouse, which was still mostly unbuttoned. I could even smell the musky aroma from her pussy.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I just… I finished cleaning your office, and I …”
“And you did something that you knew you had no right to do,” I said.
“Yes,” she replied, hanging her head.
“Sit down,” I told her.
Wordlessly, she did as I told her.
“You invaded my privacy,” I told her, as I stood in front of her. “You not only went on my computer, without asking, but you deliberately looked for HIDDEN files!”
“I know,” she said softly.
“You need to be taught a lesson, young lady.”
She just sat there, looking at the floor, without saying anything.
“Look at me,” I told her.
As she raised her eyes, I saw that she stopped for a second and looked at my crotch, before she looked me in the eye.
“Did you like what you were watching?” I asked her.
Amber nodded her head as she continued to look at me.
“What else did you find on my computer?”
“I found your pictures, too,” she answered softly, referring to a few files of pics that I had taken of some women, too.
I knew that she was going out with a kid named Jake, who lived around the corner and that I had coached in pee-wee football, and that along with being the Quarterback, he was also a major pussy hound, and an arrogant shit.
“You can’t tell me that you and Jake haven’t done things like that,” I continued. “He’s got to be the biggest player in that school.”
“We’ve done a couple of things,” she replied softly. “And he’s not that big of a player.”
“Who are you kidding?” I asked her, laughing. “That kid has probably nailed every girl in that school who’ll say yes, and a few that didn’t.”
She looked at me as if I’d slapped her across the face, and I decided to change my approach.
“What were you doing when I walked in on you?” I asked.
“I was … touching myself,” she said softly, looking back down at the floor.
“Touching yourself how?” I pressed.
“I was playing with myself,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. How were you touching yourself?”
Amber looked back up at me. “I was playing with myself,” she said, a little louder.
I walked behind her and spun the chair so that she was facing the computer again. Reaching around her, I clicked the media player back on.
“Finish what you were doing,” I told her.
“What?’ she asked, shocked.
“You heard me. I want you to finish yourself,” I told her, as I stood next to her.
It took only seconds before the noises on the screen started getting to her, and she slipped her hand back under her skirt.
Without taking her eyes from the screen, Amber slipped her other hand into her still open blouse and started softly squeezing her small breast. She slid down in the chair, causing her skirt to slide up, exposing more of her thighs, as she began to rub her clit faster.
I watched as her breathing became ragged, and she started pinching her stiff nipple. Soon, she was moaning, and her hips started moving with her hand.
I kept one eye on Amber, and the other on the screen. She was watching me with a woman who was just a little fuller in the body than she was, and a little shorter. I smiled to myself, as I wondered why she chose that video to watch.
As my on-screen partner was reaching an orgasm, brought on by my tongue and fingers, Amber started moaning in harmony with her, and her body began to shake slightly.
“Ohhhhhh!” she moaned, as her fingers flicked faster, and pinched and pulled a little harder.
I softly squeezed my hard cock through my shorts as I watched. Suddenly, Amber seemed to remember that I was there, and turned her head towards me. She let out a louder moan as she watched my hand around the bulge in my shorts.
“Nnnnaahhhhh!” she moaned, loudly, as she finally slid two fingers into her pussy, and her orgasm swept over her body.
Her eyes went back to the screen as my partner started yelling, and Amber’s breathing returned to normal. She remained like that for a couple of minutes, still watching the on-screen action, before she turned the chair towards me.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked softly, looking back up at me.
“Go ahead,” I told her.
“Those women in the videos and the pictures,” she began, “how did you get them to do that?”
“How many videos did you watch?” I asked her.
“Parts of three or four,” she admitted. “Plus most of this one.”
“A couple of them suggested it,” I told her honestly. “The rest, I just asked.”
“Were they just acting for the camera, or were they really enjoying it that much?” she asked next.
As I looked down at her, I could see her nipples were still hard. “No, none of them were ‘acting’,” I told her. “That was their real emotions and reactions.”
“I’ve never felt the way that they seemed to,” she said.
“Jake may be a major player, but he’s not all that smart, and he’s too stuck on himself, and too young, to know or even care, how to make you enjoy it more,” I replied.
“Are you really that big?” she whispered, changing the subject.
Laughing, I said, “Well, that wasn’t a stunt cock that you saw.”
I saw her eyes drop again, down to my crotch, and then to the floor. I decided to go for broke, and reached down. As I cupped her chin in my hand and raised her pretty face, I said, “Why don’t you find out for yourself.”
Amber gasped, and then she reached up to my pants. I saw her hands tremble a little as she started to open up my shorts and drop them to the floor.
My cock had started to rise again, but it wasn’t at full staff yet, when she wrapped her small fingers around the tent in my boxers.
Her eyes were locked on to my bulge, which was getting bigger as she continued to squeeze it. After a minute or so, she finally slipped her fingers inside my waistband and started to slide my boxers down my legs.
As she freed my now hard cock, it sprung up and almost stared right back at her. Amber wrapped her small fingers around my thick, hard shaft as I stepped out of my clothes, and she let out a soft moan.
“It’s much bigger than Jake’s,” she said softly, as she continued to stare at it. Her hand started to stroke the length of my pole, and she moaned again.
Then, without either of us saying a word, Amber leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue across the tip of my cock.
“That’s nice,” I told her softly.
She let out a whimper, and then wrapped her lips around my cock, sliding her mouth over my shaft.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “That’s REAL nice!”
Amber looked up at me, keeping my cock in her mouth, and started sliding her lips up and down the length of my hard staff. Her lips were stretched wide as she sucked on me, and she was obviously enjoying it as much as I was.
“Stand up,” I told her, after a couple of minutes.
She rose to her feet and faced me, my cock pressing against her belly. Placing my hands on her hips, I rotated both of us until I had the chair behind me.
I gently pushed her down to her knees, and I sat in front of her. I didn’t say or do anything else. Amber just reached out, wrapped her fingers as far around my shaft as she could, and lowered her mouth back over my cock.
I sat back and enjoyed as Amber sucked my cock, showing a surprising enthusiasm, considering how she felt towards me just a couple of weeks ago.
She looked me in the eyes again as she started to lower her face as far as she could over my shaft. I could feel her tongue slide along the bottom, and I would swear that she was trying to smile at the same time.
“Oh yeah!” I moaned. “That’s good! You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
“Mm-hhmm,” she moaned, as she nodded her head, keeping her mouth full.
As she slowly slid her head back, she started stroking me again, her small hands going faster and faster. For an eighteen year-old girl, Amber showed a lot of skill and talent, along with an abundance of vigor.
I could feel her moan over my cock as she continued to suck on it, and it didn’t take long before I felt my balls start to react.
“Oh yeah!” I moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
Amber started to pull back when I said that, stroking me even faster, but I reached down and held her head in place.
She tried to wiggle free from my grip, but never stopped stroking and sucking, as I pulled her back down. Finally, I felt my balls tighten, and I held her head even firmer.
“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, as I felt my cock explode in her mouth. “Holy shit!”
I pulled her head down further as I emptied my load across her tongue and down her throat. Soon, she stopped struggling and started swallowing.
When I knew that I had emptied out, I released her head and collapsed back in my chair. Amber still held onto my softening shaft as we both relaxed.
“I never let Jake cum in my mouth,” she said, finally.
“I’m not Jake,” I replied.
“No, you’re not,” she responded quietly, as she leaned forward and licked a drop of remaining cum from the head of my cock.
She finally released my shaft, and I told her to stand up again.
She rose and looked at me. “Take off your clothes,” I told her.
She gasped softly, and started to unbutton the rest of her blouse. When she dropped it to the floor, I looked up at her small tits, and said, “Nice. Very cute.”
“Do you think so?” she asked as she cupped them in her hands. “I wish they were bigger. Jake teases me because they’re too small.”
“I told you before, Jake’s an idiot. Your tits are perfect for your body.”
Amber blushed as she softly squeezed her tits, and smiled slightly.
“Finish taking off your clothes,” I told her.
I watched as she reached behind and lowered the zipper on her skirt. She stepped out of it as it hit the floor, and then stood there. She was wearing a white lace thong, and it was still pulled slightly to the side, exposing her sparse blond hairs.
She looked at me, and I raised my eyebrows. She then slid her thumbs inside the waistband and dropped it to the floor, stepping out of them, also.
“VERY nice,” I said softly, as I ran my eyes up the length of her young, slim body. “Turn around for me.”
She did as I told her, pausing so I got a good look at her firm little ass.
When she turned back around, I stood and faced her. Placing my hands on her hips again, I turned her back so that she could sit again.
Walking behind her, I pushed the chair in so that she was sitting again. I turned her towards my desk, and reached around her so that I could operate the computer.
I re-opened the folder containing the videos, and opened one up that I thought she would enjoy, this one with a woman about 15 years younger than me.
Amber gasped softly when she realized what I was doing, but she didn’t say anything. I knelt down on the floor, turning the chair slightly, and got between her knees, pushing them open.
Her eyes got wide as she looked down at me as I started kissing her inner thighs. “Ohhh! Shit!” she groaned.
When I got higher on her legs, I reached up and pulled her forward in the seat, so that her ass was just hanging off the edge. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I leaned in to kiss her belly, just above her mound.
“Oh my god,” she moaned softly. “Are you gonna …?”
I stopped and looked up at her. “Am I gonna, what?” I asked
“Are you gonna…kiss me…there?” she finally got out.
“I’m going to kiss you, and lick you,” I told her.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned again, a little louder. “I’ve never…”
“You’ve never what?” I pressed.
“I’ve never been…kissed…there,” she told me.
“You’ve never been kissed, where?” I asked, pushing her even farther.
“On my…pussy,” she answered, almost in a whisper. We could here the sound of my voice moaning on the screen now, and I knew that it was at the part where the woman was sucking my cock. Sucking it very well, too, if I remembered correctly.
“You’re telling me that Jake had you suck him off, but he never ate your pussy?” I asked her.
“Jake said that real men didn’t…didn’t eat pussy,” she told me.
“And what did I tell you about Jake?” I asked her.
“Jake’s an idiot.”
Laughing, I asked, “What about the other boys you’ve been with?”
“Jake’s the only boy that I’ve been with, like that,” she answered.
“If I slide my tongue the length of your hot, wet little slit, and make it dance across your clit, are you going to think that I’m not a real man?” I asked, lightly passing my fingertip along her pussy, just for emphasis.
“No!” she responded quickly, almost in a moan.
“Good. Now watch the video,” I told her, and lowered my head again.
Amber moaned again as I placed her legs over my shoulders and slid my tongue up along the sides of her wet slit.
Now I could hear the woman on moaning on screen, telling me that I was doing to her the same thing that I was about to do to Amber.
I started flicking my tongue quickly and lightly across her clit, and I heard Amber moan loudly, as her body stiffened momentarily, and her hands gripped the arms of the chair.
I began to slide my tongue up and down the length of her wet pussy, and slid it as deep as I could when I reached her tight hole. She moaned again when she felt my tongue enter her pussy, and she pressed her hips forward.
As I slid my tongue back up to her clit, I placed a fingertip just inside her wet hole and started wiggling it around slightly. She sighed and moaned again, moving her hips even more.
“Ohhh yeah!” I heard as I slid my finger in a little deeper. I knew that most women are more sensitive on the right side of their clit, along the hood, so I was concentrating on that area, my tongue moving slower now.
It wasn’t long before Amber started moving her hips forward, gasping and moaning even louder. When I looked up at her between her legs, I saw that her eyes were glued to the computer screen, and she had a hand pinching and pulling on one of her stiff nipples. I also knew, from the sounds on the screen, that the woman that she was watching was also reaching an orgasm.
I added a second finger to the mouth of her pussy, and slowly started sliding both of them in deeper as I wrapped my lips around her hard little clit, and started to gently suck on it.
“Ohhh yesss!” she exclaimed, reaching down with her free hand and holding my head tightly. As I sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue across the tip, I started curling my fingers along the top wall of her pussy, first one, then the other.
Amber was pushing her hips towards my face faster now, and her breath was getting heavy and short. I released her clit and started sliding my tongue along the entire shaft and hood, as I moved my fingers faster.
“Oh my god! Oh shit! Oh yessss!” she yelled, as her body started to stiffen. I could feel her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers, and she began to shake slightly. “Oh god! I’m cumming!”
I slowed down my tongue, but continued curling my fingers, as her body shook and her hips humped upwards through her orgasm.
As her body slowed down, I started to stand up, slowly sliding my wet fingers from her still spasming pussy. I passed my fingers over her clit, quickly and lightly, and her body jumped in the chair.
As she sat in the chair, trying to catch her breath, I brought my fingers, coated in her juices, up to her mouth. When she felt them on her bottom lip, at first she stuck her tongue out, and then quickly pulled it back, shaking her head and moaning.
I held her head still and slid my fingers into her mouth, and she stopped protesting. She started licking and sucking my fingers clean, and I released her head.
When I felt that she had cleaned them well enough, I slipped them back out, and slid them across her still stiff nipples. Amber sighed at the feel of my wet fingertips on her tits, and sat back in the chair.
“Oh my god!” she sighed. “I’ve never done that before! That was amazing!”
“You’ve never done what before?” I asked her.
“I’ve never cum like that,” she told me.
She looked over at me, and her eyes went straight to my cock, once again starting to get hard.
“So do you think Jake was right?” I asked her. “DO real men eat pussy?”
“Jake’s an asshole,” she replied, as she reached out and took my cock in her hand.
Amber leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cock again, moaning around it as it got harder in her mouth.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Suck my cock. Get it nice and hard again, so I can fuck your tight little pussy with it.”
I heard, and felt, her moan when I said that, and she started sucking and stroking my shaft with a renewed enthusiasm.
When she had my staff nice and hard, I grabbed a hand full of her dirty blonde hair and pulled her back.
“Stand up,” I told her.
By now, the video that she was watching was coming to an end, so I stood behind her, my hard, wet cock pressing against her ass, and whispered in her ear.
“Do you want to keep watching some videos while I fuck you?” I asked her.
She nodded her head, and whispered, “Yes.”
“Good. Find one that you want to watch,” I told her, as I leaned her forward towards the desk and slid my cock head along her wet slit up towards her tight little ass.
She moaned as she took the mouse in her hand and started searching, moving her hips and wiggling her ass to match my movements.
As soon as she clicked on one that she wanted to watch, I sat in my chair and turned her around, facing me. As I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, she straddled the chair, lifting her legs up over the arms.
She looked down at me, and I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her hot, wet pussy. As we looked each other in the eyes, I pulled her down on top of my pole. We both moaned loudly as my thick shaft invaded her tight hole, and she grasped the edge of my chair tightly. I spun the chair around so that she was facing the desk again.
“Oh damn!” I breathed into her ear as I pulled her body towards mine. “You are SO tight!”
She moaned, wiggling her hips sideways, and gasped. “Oh my god! I feel so full!”
I held tight to her hips as she started moving them back and forth, riding me as she watched the video that she picked.
I slipped my arms under her legs and started to lift her body a couple of inches, sliding her up and down on my shaft, as she started moving her hips back and forth.
After a couple of minutes, Amber leaned in and pressed her body against mine. She buried her head against my shoulder, and I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my chest.
I slid my arms out from under her legs, and reached up along her back, grabbing another hand full of hair. As I pulled it back, I told her to watch the video.
She gasped, and ground her hips against me as she raised her head again. I slid my arms around her firm little ass and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly.
Amber moaned again, and started moving her hips faster. As her eyes remained glued on the screen, her moans and groans mixing with those coming from the speakers, I reached one hand a little further and pressed it lightly against her tight asshole.
She let out a loud gasp as I wiggled my finger around, massaging her pussy juices into her back entrance.
As I pressed a little harder, she let out a long, low moan and started moving her hips farther back and forth.
“Ohhh yeahhhh!” she groaned. “Oh god! I’m cumming!!”
Her body collapsed onto mine as another orgasm swept over her, and I held on as she started to shake again. I could feel her tight pussy squeezing the length of my shaft as her juices flowed from the hot little hole.
We stayed like that for a few minutes as her breathing slowed down again, and when I looked up at her, I saw that she was still watching the computer screen.
When I sensed that she was back to normal, I softly told her to stand back up. She moaned as she rose, and my cock slid from her pussy, and she looked down at it, taking her eyes off of the computer for the first time in a while.
Before I could say anything, or stand up myself, Amber got down on her knees and immediately dropped her mouth over my cock, moaning as she took me in as deep as she could.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, as I felt her tongue sliding along the length of the bottom of my shaft.
She continued sucking on my pole, until I reached down and pulled her up by her shoulders. She looked disappointed as she stood, and reached down and slipped a couple of fingers around my staff.
Finally, I stood and walked around behind her. As I pressed my hard, wet cock, shining with her pussy juice and saliva, against her firm asscheeks, I gently walked her forward a couple of steps, to the chair.
Amber knelt on the chair, facing the back, as I crouched behind her. With my hands on her hips, I shoved my cock back into her pussy, burying it in one push.
“Nnnhhh,” she grunted, as my cock bottomed out inside her wet hole. She wrapped her arms around the back of the chair, and I moved my hands to the arms, leaning the chair back slightly.
As I started sliding my shaft in and out of her tight hole, Amber gasped at the new angle that my cock was sliding into her, and let out a soft, low moan.
Her pussy felt even tighter at this angle, and I had to moan at the new sensation.
Keeping a tight grip on the arms of the chair, I continued fucking her like that, changing speeds and the depth of my strokes.
Soon, Amber dropped her head and moaned loudly.
“Oh my goddd! That feels SO GOOD!” she wailed.
“Oh yeah!” I replied. “Your little pussy is SO tight!”
“Oh yeah!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck my tight pussy! Make me cum again!”
She started pushing back against me, and I slammed harder forward.
“Oh damn!” I moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum like that!”
“Oh yeah!” she gasped. “Cum! I wanna feel you cum! Oh yeahhh!”
Right after that, Amber moaned again, loudly this time. Her body started shaking again, and her back stiffened up.
“Ohhh yessss!” she moaned, and I felt her pussy start squeezing my cock again. I knew right away that I was just about done, so I started taking long, full strokes in and out of her pussy.
“Oh yeah! Oh yeahhh!” she gasped, feeling my cock slide almost all the way out, and then slam back froward. “Oh shit! I’m cumming!”
That did it for me. I slammed my hips forward and moved my hands back up to her hips. I held her tight and bucked against her, feeling her pussy walls squeezing my cock, trying to milk it dry.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled as I felt my cock explode deep inside her pussy. I could feel my shaft spew it’s load, and that set her off again.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned, as her body collapsed against the back of the chair.
I continued to hold onto her, as my body recovered and finished emptying inside her pussy.
Finally, I slowly slid my deflating shaft from her still squeezing hole, and stepped backwards towards another seat.
Amber moaned at the feeling of her empty pussy, and turned around to look at me. As I sat down, she climbed off of the chair and crawled towards me.
“Oh my god! I love your cock!” she groaned as she wrapped her fingers around it again.
She started licking it clean, until I had to gently push her away. She looked disappointed again, until I told her that the head of my cock was just too sensitive right now, and she seemed to accept that.
She climbed onto the seat with me, and lay her head on my chest. “Oh my god!” she gasped. “That was incredible! I’ve NEVER felt like that before.”
I sat there as I tried to regain my senses, and then I spoke to her.
I grabbed her by her hair again, and pulled back on it so that she was looking up at me. “I’m glad that you enjoyed,” I told her. “You are a very beautiful young lady, and you deserve to know what GOOD sex is.”
“But, I’m telling you right now,” I continued, pulling tighter on her hair, “if I EVER catch you going through something that you have no right to, or yelling and cussing at your father again, you’re done.”
Amber lowered her eyes as far as she could. “Yes, sir,” she said softly. “I promise that I’ll respect your privacy, and show a lot more respect to my father.”
“Good,” I replied. “I’d hate to see your lessons end now.”
I released her hair, and we sat for a minute.
“Will you film me next time?” Amber asked softly.