Unwrapped Kisses

When his cock slips between my lips, I feel as though I’ve stepped across the threshold into a new life. So many firsts today, and this is another one of them.

The warmth surprises me, but then I realize the full extent of his girth. My cheeks expand as he pushes inside my mouth. I have to sort of move my tongue down to make room for the head and look up at him with complete and total obedience as he presses his hips forward.

When he reaches the back of my throat, I resist the urge to gag. God, I don’t know why, but I want to be a good little girl for him.

Lance pulls back and his cock falls from my lips. “How’s that?” he asks. “You like it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

W-what!?

The response just sort of fell out of me without me even thinking about it. I never thought I had a daddy fetish or anything like that—I mean, my dad is still alive and everything. But, wow! Yeah, that felt incredible, and judging by the look in Lance’s eyes, he liked it too.

“Yeah, suck on Daddy’s cock.”

He thrusts back into my mouth, and I eagerly do my best to please him, although I have no idea what I’m doing. But Lance groans and strips out of his shirt as he pumps his thick cock between my lips. Unmoving, I watch the rippling and flexing of his abs as he moves. His body is perfect. Unbelievable. No wonder he’s so damn arrogant. A body like that, a cock that big, and a bank account bigger than Mount Everest.

“Yeah, baby. That’s so hot.”

At first, I think he’s talking about me doing my best to pleasure him with my mouth, but then I see he’s looking down between my legs and I realize that without even thinking about it, I’ve reached down and started to play with myself.

Horrified, I quickly pull my hand away, but Lance shakes his head, “No. Keep doing that. It turns me on.”

God, I’m so embarrassed. Doing something that private in front of him…

But it also came so naturally that I didn’t even think about it. And Lance seems to love it too, so I slowly put my hand back between my legs. I can’t pleasure myself as well as he pleasured me, not even close, but I’m more turned on now than I’ve ever been before in my life, and it’s not long before I feel another climax burst inside me like a thousand fireworks.

I try to moan his name, but my mouth is full, and all that comes out is a sputtering, wet sound. My body shakes and quivers and I fight to keep from biting down as my orgasm grips me.

Oh God, it’s incredible.

His strong hands twist my hair, and he forces my head down so deep that I gag and cough as the tip of his cock presses against the back of my throat. I half expect him to come as well and ready myself for it, but Lance has other plans for me.

Roughly, he tugs my head back off his cock and pushes me to the ground. I collapse backwards, my sweater bunched up around my neck and my panties soaked and pulled to one side.

Growling, he gets down on his knees in front of me, reaches down, and tears my underwear at the crotch, exposing me completely. I’m still recovering from my orgasm, but Lance wastes no time. He slaps the tip of his cock right against my clit, causing me to yelp and wriggle backwards. But he snatches my ankles and pulls me back to him. I can feel the carpet burn against my lower back and am about to scold him when he grabs my hips and slides inside.

“Fuck, that’s a virgin cunt,” he grunts as he penetrates me. I feel a resistance, then something inside me gives and he gives me all his inches. Christ, I can’t even imagine how many of them there are. “Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby. And look at how well you take it. If I hadn’t felt your hymen break, I might have thought you were lying to me about being a virgin.”

“I’m not, Lance—”

“I know, baby.” He smiles. “Tell me, how old are you again?”

He knows; he just wants to hear me say it. “Eighteen.”

“Eighteen years old,” he mutters as he starts to pump inside me. “Giving your virginity to your thirty-five-year-old boss. What would your daddy say?”

The way he’s talking drives me wild. I moan, reach up, touch my breasts, and bite my lip at him. “I thought you were my daddy.”

Lance’s eyes blaze, and he leans right in, pressing his weight against me. “You may not be a gold-digger,” he whispers. “But you are a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

Never in my life would I allow someone to speak to me that way. But when Lance does it, it drives me wild. The flame inside me starts to rise, and more wetness ebbs from my womanhood, coating his taut girth that he’s using to claim me. My eyes start to roll back in my head, and a smile takes me.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a little whore for you.”

Lance loses all control.

I feel his cock flex and then his body shakes. His muscles go taut and his arms clamp down around me, practically suffocating me beneath his enormous frame. Then he grunts, snatches me by the cheeks, and forces my eyes to his.