Beg Me-Sold to My Dad's Boss

“Baby got back,” he murmured against my lips while kissing me. “And boy does that back fly.”

I just leaned into him, reveling in his approval. Because oh yeah, the big man loved my curves, adored the fact that I had huge Double D’s and a giant ass, in fact he wanted me to put on more weight. And I grew heated within, realizing how perfect we were together, man and woman together, adoring each other, bringing each other to the highest heights.

But wait, that hadn’t happened yet. Despite the fact that he’d made me cream and shudder for him wetly, Mr. Jones hadn’t come yet and I desperately wanted him to … with his dick in my pussy.

So I mewled and lapped at him, running my tongue delicately across the strong jaw, sampling him while biting lightly at his shoulder.

“Please Mr. Jones,” I said sweetly. “Put it in? My kitty wants you.”

And the big man’s shaft was a massive fucking pole between us, standing straight up and leaking from the tip, practically brushing against my nipples it was so hard and stiff. So I knew he wanted it, and it was just a matter of getting it in, right? But I was naïve and had no idea how simplistic my views were.

“Honey,” he ground out. “I want you to get my pole wet first.”

I looked at him, puzzled.

“But Mr. Jones, there’s pre-cum running all over your dick. Aren’t you wet enough already?” I asked innocently, reaching out one finger to touch the tip where the white cum flowed from, the source of the goodness. And oh god, it was my first time touching a penis and it felt so good. I circled his head, exploring a little, the glans puffy and deep purple, hard yet soft at once, slickly wet with his semen. And then I ran my little fist down his shaft, pumping it experimentally, tracing a vein delicately with my fingertip before playing with his balls down below.

“Ahhh,” groaned the big man, his face growing strained, eyes shut. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he growled roughly.

I paused for a moment, my hand stilling.

“Mr. Jones, don’t you like it?” I asked innocently, eyes wide, boobies jutting out to there. We were seated facing each other and my hard nipples could almost touch his chest, we were so close.

“Fuck, you know I fucking love it,” he ground out. “But I want you to wet me with your juice.”

Now I was really puzzled.

“But how?” I cocked my head, spreading my legs to look down at my pussy. Of course the folds were wet and pulsing already, glistening under the light, swollen with orgasm and desire, but I didn’t see how exactly to get my pussy cream on him unless he put it in.

The big man just shook his head, sensing my bewilderment.

“Here,” he said, holding out a hand, “get up for a minute.”

And I stood up for a moment as he lay back, his legs spread out with his dick in front of him, sticking straight up in the air. Fuck, it was really leaking now, a dripping faucet with a constant stream of cum oozing out the tip. It looked delicious and my mouth watered, dying to taste, but Mr. Jones had plans first.

“Now straddle my legs,” he ground out roughly, “Careful, don’t fall.”

And slowly, I brought myself down so that we were facing each other, my ass on his thighs, my legs parted so that my pussy was almost covering his balls. Giggling, I ground down a little on those sensitive testicles, loving the way the soft skin felt against my slick folds. Mmm, it was just so yummy.

But Mr. Jones shot me a sharp look.

“That’s it, honey, I want you to grind away but I want you to do it on my dick, do the camel toe slide.”

A camel toe slide? What the fuck was that? But the big man was ready.

“Baby,” he said hoarsely. “I’m gonna teach you how to ride my dick horizontally, rubbing that little kitty all over my fuckpole so you get it wet with your cream, and then you’re gonna sit down on me. Got it?”

And I didn’t get it at all, but I loved the way it sounded so I bit my lip and nodded.

“Just show me what to do, Mr. Jones, and I’ll do it,” I whispered.

And groaning, he pulled his dick towards him so that it lay flat against his stomach.

“Now mount it,” he commanded. “Get up and pull your pussy lips apart and then slide up and down my dick.”

And slowly, I did as I was told. I hoisted myself on my knees and reached two fingers down to part my lips, baring my moist, wet kitty. And then I leaned forward, planting my pussy down on his shaft horizontally and began rubbing up and down.