Liar

I was rock hard and about to burst through the zipper of my slacks. With a dexterity that amazed me, she undid my buckle and pants.

“This is so fucking wrong, Olivia. I’m not some predator.”

She breathed a laugh, the soft air caressing the underside of my length, completely comfortable with playing the role of a little girl submitting to a grown man. Meanwhile, my body and head were at war. I ached to do as she said and bury myself inside her, but my mind screamed how wrong it was. I’d done a lot of role-playing, but never this.

“I never said you were.” She leaned up and flicked her tongue along my shaft. “Besides, it’s not the actual scene that has me soaking through my panties, it’s the forbidden—the taboo—that’s making me ache.”

“Fuck,” I growled and gave in. “Open your mouth, little girl. I’m going to teach you how to suck my dick.”

Pushing my head to her lips, her mouth fell open, and I eased my way in. I’d pushed to her throat before but never like this. Never in a way, I could see the head of my cock bulging in her throat each time I pushed all the way in.

Olivia held on to my ass with one hand and played with her tits with the other, making the most delicious choking sounds. Leaning back, I looked down at her stretched mouth, tears streaming down her face. Her hand dug harder into my ass, and that consent was enough to have me falling headfirst into this game she started.

Resting my fingers on her neck, I felt the way it stretched around my head. “Your throat is too little for my fat cock. But you’ll take it, won’t you?”

She whimpered, playing her role but followed it with a humming vibration. Wanting her to come too, I leaned over and tugged her panties aside, sliding my fingers through her wet slit, rolling them across her swollen clit.

“Look at this tight young pussy, all wet from sucking a man’s dick. Has anyone touched you here before?”

She shook her head no and squeezed her legs closed, but I pried them apart.

“I don’t think so. I’m going to finger this tiny pussy until you’re screaming around my thick cock. You’re going to swallow all my cum and like it.”

Her hips went wild, and I continued to push in and out of her mouth, almost coming along with her when she struggled to scream her pleasure.

I stood upright again and cradled her neck, fucking her hard now, ready to come.

“That’s it, little girl. Let me use that pretty mouth to spill my cum in. Take it. When I’m done, you’ll be begging me to let you suck me again.” I fingered her throat again. “I wish I could take a picture of the head of my cock stretching this little girl throat. I wish I could make you watch back how a grown man defiled you, taking his pleasure from your body.”

With a few more thrusts, with all her stuffed animals atop her pink bedspread, her pompoms perched on a shelf, I emptied myself into Olivia’s throat.

“Fucking swallow it. All of it,” I moaned.

I pushed as far in as I could go and almost collapsed from the pleasure as pulse after pulse of my cum spilled down her throat.

Slipping out, Olivia coughed a few times but quickly went back to suck any remaining cum from the head. She rolled over to her knees, only in her skirt, her perky breasts rosy and still hard, her mascara streaking down her cheeks from her tears. Cradling her face, I wiped my thumb through the black lines, smearing them more. “Fucking beautiful.”

She smiled with pride, and despite her confidence, I still questioned mine.

“I’ve never fantasized about that,” I confessed. “And you know I’m not with you because of how young you are, right?”

She rose up and wrapped her arms around my neck, laying a gentle kiss to my lips. She was soothing me like I hadn’t just roughly fucked her throat. This woman was amazing.

“I know that, Kent. It’s just a fantasy—one I have thought about. Not that I’m with you because of your age, because I’m not. There’s nothing wrong with fantasies. Maybe one night, I can convince you to sneak into my apartment and force me.”

I groaned in pleasure and pain. “You’re going to kill me.”

“It’s all consensual,” she said with an easy shrug as though she hadn’t admitted how much she trusted me to do a rape fantasy with her.

I pulled her tight, burying my head in her neck. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I’d never get tired of hearing those words.

“You should probably go, so no one comes looking.”

“Good idea.” One last kiss and a flick of her nipples, and I pulled back, tucking myself away. “Night, baby.”