My Bully's Father

Now he was fucking me again from behind like he couldn’t get enough, and my sore pussy was juicing for all she was worth, which was perfect since the wetter I am, the easier it is for him to fit his long thick cock inside me. It’s going to take years; I guess, before I can take him without walking bowlegged after.

The phone rang again, and I could just imagine her fury on the other end. Since she knew we were together, and neither of us was answering our phones, it was only a matter of time before she came to the correct conclusion.

“Mr. Jarvis, the phone.” Did my voice sound convincing enough? Who can tell? The breathy quality wasn’t an act but stemmed from the fact that he’d been hitting my G-spot pretty consistently for the better part of five minutes, and I was all cummed out.

“Leave it!” He wasn’t sounded too good himself, his voice more strained than usual. But he never missed a stroke. I have to say, as much as we fuck, I didn’t think men his age could go for hours without recharging, not unless they had some help anyway. But he never seemed to need anything more than my mouth or my hands to get him going. And my pussy always paid the price.

When he pulled out this time, bringing a pint of pussy juice and cock snot with him, we both dropped down on the bed like popped balloons. I was breathing hard enough to wake the dead while he just laid there with a smile on his face. I love it when he gets like this when he gets that happy glow on his face that I’d put there.

When the phone rang again, and he just turned and wrapped his arms around me, I couldn’t help but feel smugly victorious.

IN THE MORNING, I woke with his head between my legs, eating me out like my pussy was on the breakfast menu. I barely had time to open my eyes fully before he was there, climbing up between my thighs, dick in hand, ready to fuck. I spread my legs wider in welcome and smiled up at him as he slid home.

That little exhalation of breath as he fucked his whole length into me was followed by a moan when he buried his face in my neck and took my flesh between his teeth. He’d long since stopped caring about where he marked me these days, and now my neck and cleavage was a free for all.

This was our first real morning together, and I noticed a difference. It’s as if he was using my body just to get off. I can’t explain it or why it felt different, but I knew I liked it. I liked feeling like the wanton slut he’s fond of calling me because we both know I’m far from it. Yet we both get such pleasure from pretending.

“Your pussy’s so wet this morning. Wetter even than usual.” And that’s because you, my lover, had ignored your daughter and chose to spend the night with me. And I plan to make sure it happens more often, right up until the time I move in.

I smiled over his shoulder when he lifted my legs there and watched them flop around on his back as he pounded into me. Just my thoughts alone were getting me off, and I guess they conveyed themselves through my crotch because she was indeed wetter and somehow tighter this morning.

I did some of the things I’d learned. Things that were meant to keep a lover coming back for more, like the Kegel exercises I’d perfected while sitting at my desk. I let my hands play over his body, tickling the crack that leads to his ass because I know how hot that makes me, and I wanted to see if it did it for him as well.

I’d read that some men are wary of this, for whatever reason, but my Mr. Jarvis seemed to like it well enough if the way he fucked me into the bed and chased his orgasm was any indication. I thought for a minute there that was he going to fuck me to death, literally.

The bed shook and slammed into the wall as he tore my poor pussy to shreds. I screamed and squealed and kept up with him the best I could while he just let go. I was ready for his growling declaration that he was going to breed me, something I thought he’d only added to spice things up but was now almost certain he meant.

MR. JARVIS

WHY HADN’T I done this before? Why had I never thought of her spending the night? There’s something to be said about morning sex. Just rolling over and falling into some pussy, there’s nothing better. And hers was the best. So giving, accepting, receptive. Her pussy was warm and soft from the night before, and although I’d seen the redness down there when I was eating her out, she didn’t complain.