Dirty Daddy

Pulling back from his kiss, I lay my lips against his neck. Slowl

y, I go down on my knees, gently kissing him as I go. My lips brush over the curve of his pectorals, then over the hard blocks of his abs, and each kiss I lay on his body just makes me grow wetter.

When my knees finally touch the carpeted floor, I look up at him with an easy smile on my lips. I take a deep breath, and steadying my hands, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. Placing it on the floor, I have to take another deep breath as I start unbuttoning his pants. He just looks at me, running his fingers through my hair with a tender smile on his face. In his eyes, there’s that familiar flicker of lust… But there’s something more too. Something gentle and kind.

With his pants now unbuttoned, I let my eyes wander down his body; his cock is pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape perfectly delineated. Ethan’s cock is almost as thick as a can of Coke, and with its 12 inches, it’s perfection made flesh. And what really matters is that Ethan knows how to wield it; trust me, I know.

My heart is already galloping inside of my chest, and I can barely steady my hands. Still, I lift my index finger and trace the contour of his cock with just my fingertip, slowly moving it up and down his shaft. As I tease him, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and I can already feel the tension starting to mount in the way he holds me.

Running my tongue over my lips, I finally hook my fingers on his boxers, and moving as slowly as I can, I pull them down. His cock jumps out at once, all its size ready to ravage me. I lock eyes with Ethan once more, curling my fingers around his shaft at the same time. Unblinking, I start to flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down his cock at a slow teasing pace.

“Every time I look at your cock,” I say, a grin taking over my lips, “I can’t help but want to devour it.” The pressure on his fingers grows harder at my words, and he yanks on my hair, holding my head still.

“You can devour all of me,” he tells me, and each one of his words feels like a loaded gun. Anticipation is running high inside his head, and I can see it. My grin growing wider and wilder, I push back against the hold he has on me, and he relents, opening his fingers. My eyes never leave his as I lean, tilting my head sideways as I allow my tongue to part my lips; I reach for his cock with the wet tip of my tongue, and then run it all the way down to its root. I move back up, and then down again, repeating this coming and going motion until his whole body starts to tense up. When I feel that he can’t take it anymore, I grab his cock harshly, and opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive in.

His shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. It doesn’t matter how many times I go down on him, the way he completely fills my mouth never fails to amaze me. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the point where it starts to hurt, and no, I’m not complaining here, far from it.

Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I’m close to choking, his fat glans pressed tight against the back of my throat. Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his glans, and I wrap them tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.

“You know, Brittney,” he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, “you really know how to use that mouth of yours…” His words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I start to stroke him as well.

Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and stops me completely. Then, without a moment’s pause, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.

As I let him fuck my mouth, I push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, sending them down to his ankles. Suddenly, he pulls back, his cock springing free at once. He kicks off his shoes to the corner, and after stepping out of his pants, pulls me up to my feet.

“You know,” he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin, “I never fucked anyone inside this office.” I grin, gently chuckling as I see the eagerness in his eyes.

“I find that hard to believe, Ethan,” I tell him, looking around the room. Two of the walls are floor-to-the-ceiling mirrors, and I see no other reason but sex for having something like that mounted here. Wherever I’m looking, I can see my reflection staring back at me, and I can already imagine how amazing it must be to fuck him while I watch everything unfold from all angles.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he grins, “but no. I never got around to using that mirror…”

“We have to fix that,” I tell him, grinning back at him.

“We do.” As the air grows electric and heavy around us, he places his hands on my shoulders and runs them to my waist. Grabbing at my blouse, he moves fast and pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms. His hands go back to my hips, and then he forces me to turn on my heels; turning around, I reach for his desk and plant my hands on the flat surface. He wastes no time, and goes straight for the clasp between my shoulder blades; with a quick flick of his fingers, he opens my bra and pushes it down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the cups drooping over my tits, and then he simply yanks the bra off of me.

As I exhale sharply, he rests both of his hands over my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. My flesh molds to his fingers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingers running over my hard nipples. Then, one of his hands slides down to my stomach, and he slowly lowers it until it finds the place where skin meets skirt. He slides his fingers underneath it, and cups my pussy almost too harshly. I gasp, an electric discharge going from his fingers to my pussy and igniting a frenzy inside of me.

Instinct slapping away my rational mind, it then sits behind the wheel. Acting in an almost unconscious way, I take my hands to my lower back and grab the zipper on my skirt, pulling all the way down. He reacts by pushing his body against mine, and I have no option but to place my fingers on the table top again; then, acting like a hungry beast, he pushes my skirt down my legs and presses his thick shaft between my ass cheeks, my thong the only barrier between us.

Without waiting to see what he wants, I thrust back against his cock, rocking my hips. Grinding against him, I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and the desire to have him fuck me trumps almost everything else.

“Fuck me, Ethan,” I pant, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. “Use me however you want.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to,” he whispers against my ear, and then nibbles at the skin on my neck. He places both of his hands on my hips, and then his lips start to trace a downward line down my back. When his mouth meets my thong, he bites down on it and starts to peel it off of me. My skin prickles as he pulls the string out from between my ass cheeks, and then pushes it down all the way to the floor, where it falls in a wet heap on top of my skirt.

Now on his knees, Ethan places one forearm across my lower back and forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself on my elbows as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth against him, and opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.

I’m already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breathing turns into a sequence of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my head.

“Yes, keep going…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “Eat me out, Ethan… My pussy is yours,” I continue, the words forming in my mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me, and before I can prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins; I can almost feel them raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can. Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my clit, and turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.

As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his mouth off my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when he meets my asshole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

“Yes…” I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it; there’s a detonation inside my mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining with the effort. “Fuck! FUCK!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers as I come.