Daddy's Candy (TABOO EROTICA)

“Can I get you something?” he asks, pulling her close to him now and kissing her neck passionately.

“I’m okay,” she says, having had half a bottle of wine before taking a cab to his apartment.

“You sure?” he asks, walking them both to the kitchen and pulling a single bottle of wine from the cupboard. She knows that this is for her benefit.

“Maybe one glass…” Sophie says, wanting him to get on with the reason she has come here.

He pours them both a glass of wine in tumblers, not a wine glass in sight, and she sips the cabernet slowly. It actually isn’t half bad and so she looks at him with an approving look. He smiles down at her, his eyes glassed over from the joint he smoked just before she got here. When he brings his mouth onto hers, she tastes the remnants of the weed on his lips and she thinks to herself that she might be in for quite a ride tonight. But at least they have made it passed third base and hit several home runs, and she is actually looking forward to this first experience as a real woman, in every sense of the word.

“Thank you…” he says to her, an almost whisper.

“For what?” she asks, sipping from her tumbler again as they walk back to the living area.

“For trusting me with you…” he says, and he pulls her close to him again and gives her a long, lingering embrace. Then he starts to kiss her again, and as he does, he takes her empty glass from her hand. “I think I’ll take that…” he says, and she knows that he is remembering the first night in her apartment when she broke her glass. She smiles bashfully.

“I think that’s a good idea,” she says, when he finally removes his lips from hers so that he can put the glasses down on the stand that has the TV and a PlayStation on it. Then he returns his mouth to Sophie’s and kisses her all the way to the sofa. He tries to push her down on it, but she remembers that he doesn’t live alone so that she is more than a little bit uncomfortable being out in the open like this. Jamal realizes this and turns her around so that her back is against his chest. He walks her to the furthest bedroom down the hall and walks her inside.

“Give me a moment,” he says, and leaves her alone for as long as it takes him to fetch the bottle and their glasses, then locks the bedroom door behind him. She is suddenly a little more comfortable, but not entirely relaxed, remembering what awaits her between his dark, muscular thighs. She knows him now, and she knows that she can take him, sort of. But the apprehension still lingers. Her heart beats faster in realizing she definitely needs another glass of wine. Jamal has the patience of a saint, and she knows this. She finds comfort that he will not do anything to her unless she is completely ready.

He helps her out of her dress, and then pulls her close to him. He moves her around on the floor like he is doing a waltz, and she goes with him, even though his moves aren’t exactly ballroom. Then he lifts her off the floor and she squeezes the glass in her hands a little tighter, not wanting to appear clumsy to him tonight. Jamal made her a woman, and she is determined to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Jamal carries her to the bed and puts her down on it. He watches her as she sips her wine, taking off his own clothes. They come off quickly too, and soon enough he is standing there in nothing but his boxers. As he gets on the bed he slips the shorts off his long ebony colored legs and comes up close to her. He holds her face, her cheeks flushed with crimson, up to his so that she doesn’t look down at his cock. She will become nervous again, and the apprehension will delay his entry into her. He remembers how tightly her pussy wrapped around his cock the last time and he really doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable in any way. Not tonight.

He moves his mouth up and down her neck as he works her bra off. And then he takes the thumb and forefinger on both hands and works her panties down her legs. Now that they are both completely naked, he knows that it won’t be long. He reminds himself to be patient with her though, and parting her legs, he settles his mouth on her clit and sucks hard. A little bit of cream escapes her pussy and he licks the outside of her punani now, taking every drop of her warm liquid into his mouth.

Sophie loves his mouth on her, and as his tongue moves inside her she wraps her legs tightly around his neck and pants a little bit too loudly. She remembers again that there is the possibility that someone might walk into the apartment now and she tries to pull his head off from between her thighs. He holds her down, and nibbles on her clit lightly, allowing her to catch her breath. Then he gets up and goes to the music system set up on a chest of drawers. As smooth jazz fills the space, a little too loudly, she knows that he has read her mind.

When he comes back onto the bed he drops his tongue into her mouth and she tastes herself on his tongue. She isn’t sure how she feels about this, but her cunt is so wet now, that she appreciates the fact that her body is playing along. She knows that he will get in easier with his monster tonight, but only if he doesn’t spend too much time lapping up her natural lubrication so that he leaves her dry. The last thing she wants is to be dry, especially not tonight.

“I’m only here for a year,” she says suddenly, not sure where this came from.

He is already between her legs, with his mouth re-exploring every sweet crevice of her, so he doesn’t answer her. Jamal really seems to enjoy the taste of her, she fleetingly thinks. Just as abruptly, thoughts of worry are quickly replaced with an unexpected wave of desire, coaxed forward by the heat of his tongue rhythmically suckling the thickness of her clit. She finds herself having had an orgasm too soon. Still panting, and then gasps, she closes her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He keeps his mouth on her clit, and then laps up the steady stream of cream now flowing out of her very wet pussy. When he is done he pulls his mouth away from her and comes up on top of her.

“One year is more than enough time… By the time you go back to London you will have more experience than you ever thought possible. Who knows, you might even get to experience other cock…” He speaks as though he were asking her a question and not making a statement. She searches for this question and then searches her head for an appropriate answer. Sophia knows that she should say that there will be no other cock inside her, but she also knows that this might just be a lie.

Sophia brings her mouth to his and tastes more of herself on his lips. She parts her legs and then wraps them around his broad waist. She isn’t exactly ready for him, but she needs to distract him from the question she wasn’t even sure he was asking. Jamal kisses her deeply, rubbing his erection against her clit but making no signs that he is going to go into her. He just keeps on moving the length of his shaft against her, and then he moves his waist down so that he pushes her own ass deep into the bed.

Then he pulls himself off her mouth, and uses his hands to unwrap her legs. Then he goes up on to his knees and slowly starts to turn her over. Sophie is on her stomach now and she is very anxious. She thinks he is going to try for her ass, but he doesn’t. Instead he parts her legs and slides his cock between her thighs, rubbing his hardness against her clit again. She really wants him inside her now, her cunt quivering and dripping profusely. Then he slips his head inside her, and she holds her breath. Every muscle in every part of her body is suddenly tense.

Jamal works his cock up inside her slowly, moving his fingers up and down her back. Then he places his hands on her thighs and parts her legs a little further, going a little deeper into her. He is slow, he is deliberate. Not once does he pull any part of himself out of her, enjoying the ground he is making. When he is in her as far as he will go he pauses, moving his hands up and down on her back again.

When he starts thrusting into her she feels like she is going to lose her mind. His lengthy thickness moves all the way up inside her and all the way out. Then again he is moving himself into her, filling her completely. When he pulls out again she is sure that some of her cunt goes with him. Over and over again he rams himself inside her, and she pulls his arms around so that her head rests on his massive forearms. Sophie bites into his skin and he just keeps on thrusting. She is sure too that she has had another orgasm minutes after he started thrusting but she knows that he is yet to cum.

“Are you good?” he asks her, as he drives himself all the way up inside her again. She wants to answer him but she cannot. As he fills her ravenously with his cock, she returns each painfully pleasurable stroke with a reciprocating arch of her ass, meeting his stroke. He is pummeling her pussy now, and she bites harder into his flesh. He likes it too, going deeper, harder into her. Everything about this position that makes her feel like she has officially graduated. She wants to turn and look at him but she knows that this is not necessary. He keeps on moving himself inside her, melodically teasing her as his manhood threatens to remove itself completely from her, with the beginning of each thick, erotic stroke.

Sophie has another orgasm, and she starts to think that he could fuck her forever. She would like that. She would like that a lot. She starts to think of how she could get to stay here all night, really not worried about missing her 4AM. If she misses it, he will miss it too. She has discovered the capabilities of her body now and she really wants to enjoy this journey. She knows somehow that there is no need for her to ask him if she can stay the night. She knows somehow that this will be up to her.

When he finally has a massive orgasm, filling her with his hot lava, she coyly starts to think of how to coax him into teaching her the next lesson. She wants to take him in her mouth, wanting suddenly to taste his milky tide on her tongue. She has had no practice with this though, but she is comfortable enough with Jamal to give it a real try. As she begins to lick herself off his dark, slightly soft dome , she finds it incredibly erotic. Her jaw opens wider as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue dances lustfully, as she feels flushes of warmth between her thighs, as she ravenously resurrects his scepter. As she works her mouth up and down his chocolate tower, she is glad that she was such a stickler for routine. If she wasn’t, then she would not have met Jamal on her early morning jog, and she might have lost her virginity to a lesser man.

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