Beg Me-Sold to My Dad's Boss

Fuck! It felt so good. I’d never dreamed about humping a man’s dick this way but it was fucking heaven, his shaft was so hot, so hard under my cunt, I could feel his veins throbbing beneath my own swollen flesh, and the angle was perfect.

“That’s right,” the big man said hoarsely, his eyes hot on where we touched, where my pink folds parted so sweetly over his pole, glued to the giant shaft, gripping him tight. “Rub yourself up and down sweetheart, get me wet with your cunt juice. And make yourself feel good baby, rub that clit against my shaft while you do the slide.”

And I arched my hips forward and back, dragging my nub along his shaft, teasing myself, teasing him, feeling the hot meat move slickly through my pussy lips. God, it was so fucking hot that I gushed more, the cream spilling out and smearing all over him as I slid back and forth along the big man’s fuckpole.

“That’s it,” he rasped hoarsely, his eyes still glued to the nasty sight. “Keep creaming, get me wet with your fuckjuice.”

And I went at it like a crazy girl then. I humped myself up and down, dragging my clit against his hot meat, the man staff making me tremble, jiggle and shiver. My nub of pleasure felt like it was going to explode and I kept gushing hot gust after hot gust of pussy cream, the fluids between us so copious, so overwhelming that we were both coated in white now.

And the big man threw his head back and roared, his face tense with pleasure. I almost thought he’d come, but no, he was saving the best for last.

“Now fuck me, little girl,” he commanded. “Fuck that big dick with your virgin pussy.”

I gasped. I’d always thought it would be easier the first time if the man took charge, if he grabbed my hips and thrust in, it’d be done in half a second, my hymen busted and gone.

But the big man chuckled deep in his chest, shaking his head.

“No baby, I’ve always wanted to see a desperate virgin fuck herself onto my dick,” he rasped. “And that desperate virgin just happens to be you.”

Oh god, oh god. Was I stuck in some kind of sick fantasy? Some kind of weird porn movie where I acted out a depraved scene? But the thing is that I did want Chris, I was so horny and willing that I was actually going to do what he ordered. So I lifted my hips, high up on my knees, and tried to lower myself down on his aching shaft.

It was okay at first. My pussy lips kissed his dick tip, brushing gently, like a butterfly landing on a flower. And as I pressed down, they split, parting wetly over his head and oh god but he felt good and I moaned deep in my chest, my vaginal hole breached for the first time by a man’s stiff shaft. Oh god, oh god, this was really happening.

“Keep going,” Chris ground out, his eyes never leaving my face. “Fuck that hungry kitty onto my dick, show me how much you want it.”

And screwing up my face, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried again. Pushing down once more, I forced my pelvic area down so that a couple more inches of cock slid in, making me scream, shriek at the incredible fullness, the way my pussy lips hugged his cock, gripping him tight, my inner channel breached.

“Oh god, oh god!” I screamed. “Mr. Jones!”

And the big man was encouraging.

“You’re almost there baby girl,” he soothed. “We’re at the breaking point, do you feel that? My dick tip is pressed against your hymen baby. If you really want me in you, you’ll do it.”

And I knew it was true. I was so stretched, so full, so fucked, but I needed him in me all the way, balls pressed against my asshole, clit tight up against his pelvic region. So I took a deep breath, screwing up my eyes and screamed once before impaling myself all the way.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Because I’d done it. I’d pushed myself all the way down until he was buried to the hilt, and my pussy ached from the penetration, he was fucking me so deep and I could hardly breathe, the shock of having a man in my most secret space, buried all the way to the core, psychologically and physically spinning me onto another plane.

But the big man held on to me, nuzzling me, soothing me, encouraging me.

“That’s it baby girl,” he murmured against my neck. “You’ve been a good girl and busted your own hymen on my cock. Good girl, I’d say you deserve a reward.”

And with that, he rocked his hips forward once, jolting me. Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’d thought it couldn’t go any deeper but suddenly Chris was pushing even further up my vaginal channel, so full I thought his dick my pop out in my throat, my pussy gushing loads of cream as he breached me, touched parts in me I didn’t even know existed.