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All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
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Jenni pours all her gratitude for her Daddy’s loving care into worshipping him on her knees. Mark lets the sketchpad fall next to the easy chair. He gasps when she opens wide to suck him as best she can, looking up into his bright, startled eyes. Hers look almost scary, with the thin skin stretched taut to give her bone structure a skeletal appearance. “You can’t be real,” he murmurs. She grazes his sensitive spot with her teeth to assure him she’s really there and all his.
She can’t move her head much because of the way he fills her mouth, so makes love to him with her expressive tongue. She breathes carefully through her nose, trying not to choke. He catches the tears that stream down her hollowed cheeks and tastes them. Her jaw protests, but she’s determined to give him a good blowjob out of submissive pride.
“Stop, baby. Sweetheart, no.” He pries her off him by her hair.
“Not good?” she asks, knowing it probably wasn’t.
“No, baby, so good, I just don’t think I can hold back from fuckin’ your face. You got me so turned on… sit on my lap instead,” he says, pulling her up to straddle him. “Kiss me.”
The contrast of the sweetness of his soft lips with the pain of taking his hard cock makes her moan. Mark’s hands respond to her needy sound by returning to her tits. Her cry into his open mouth is nearly orgasmic. She pulls at him aggressively, mindlessly, like she’s desperate to draw out his essence.
“Ohhh, god, baby. Is that pleasure or need I hear?” he whispers.
“Both!” she yelps in a broken little voice.
“Are you ready for me to take ya to bed, sweetheart?”
It’s only around six o’clock, so she knows he means he’ll make love to her now, not tuck her in.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh, please…”
He holds her tight against him in his strong embrace. “Remember what we talked about last night?” he purrs into her ear.
“What we could do when we feel this way.”
Jenni strokes between them at a tantalizing pace. She feels Mark’s hips flexing beneath her. Still, he’s going to toy with her. She understands; he’s waited for this so he’ll raise their desire to a fever pitch. He must know she’s already there.
“And what’s ‘this way,’ girl?”
“Ngh!” she whines. “I don’t know what to call it, Daddy! I want you… in me.”
“I think my little fox is in heat. You sure you’re ready for your first time? We could wait…”
“I want it now!” she wails, trying to sound bratty, but it just comes across as adorable.
He licks her cheek, cooling her flushed skin. “You understand what I’m gonna do to ya, right, darlin’?”
She nods rapidly against his neck.
“Say it for me.”
She drags the tip of her tongue up to his earlobe. “The Daddy puts his… cock inside the sub’s cunny,” she whispers. She hopes that’s a shudder she feels from him and not a cringe.
“That’s right. You know how to use your words. Ohh, that reminds me. Damn.”
“What’s wrong, Daddy?!”
“No, nothin’s wrong, just… first times hurt. How will I know if I’m really hurtin’ you, Jenni?”
She realizes he wants her to act like it hurts. She hides her smile; he’d been so nonchalant about his size. Maybe he had a bit of size kink about himself, too. Or, maybe he just really wanted a virgin. She’d indulge him happily either way.
“We need a word, right?”
“Yeah, you’re pretty good at the play-acting stuff, baby. What word lets me know we gotta stop?”
“Red? Is that too ordinary?”
“Nah, that’s good. We don’t need anything too silly. I’ll understand what that means.”
“So… it hurts when we do it?” Jenni asks in her little voice.
“I’m afraid so, darlin’, but not too much. A little at first, but by the time I’m done with you you’ll feel like you’re flyin’,” Mark states with utter confidence, like that’s the usual result of fucking him. Jenni’s body responds deep inside; it knows something truly new is about to happen to it. It’s not going to be a complete roleplay because she’s never really given herself to anyone before.
“I’m not scared,” she says, trying to sound like she’s lying to cover fear.
“I don’t want you to be scared. It’s natural to be nervous, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to do anything this time but let your Daddy make you feel good. Okay, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” They share an eager kiss.
“Let’s go to bed,” he says.
He wrests his hard-on back in his jeans awkwardly and then moves quickly to check that van escort the door is locked and switch off the numerous lamps around the living and work areas. Jenni watches him, chewing her thumb nervously. She follows him to the back of the loft. When he goes to turn out that light, too, she stops him.
“Can we leave it on?”
“We could, except, look.” He points to the lit up adjacent windows across the street. Despite the earlier snowstorm, there appears to be an office Christmas party in full swing. It looks fairly swanky, with professionals all in cocktail attire drinking from champagne flutes. Mark’s bed is right in front of the bare window without even a headboard.
“It would be a sex show,” he observes.
When she shrugs, he gives her a wicked smile. “Really?”
“They probably won’t even notice unless they happen to look out the window right at us. Plus, they’re kind of far away to really see what we look like.”
“They’ll just see two naked bodies having sex.”
Jenni shrugs again.
“You really wanna do this, girl?” he asks in wonder.
“Not if you don’t. It’s not that important to me. Just seems fun.”
“I feel like I gotta protect you from yourself… It ain’t gonna be distracting for ya? Not sure I want you lookin’ at a bunch of yuppies while I make love to you.”
“I don’t want to look. I don’t need them to see us, just like the idea somebody might. Is that crazy?”
“Nah, it’s probably illegal, but not crazy,” Mark answers while taking off his T-shirt, then undoing his belt. The bedside lamp is still on. The warm glow illuminates his sculptural physique. Anyone who happens not to glance in this direction is missing out.
“You’re incredibly beautiful, Mark. Have I told you that yet?”
“Once or twice. Thanks. So are you, but you’re overdressed.”
Jenni pulls the Piglet sleep shirt over her head and stands before in him her socks. She loses her balance a little removing them, and curses. Mark chuckles behind his hand.
“C’mon, darlin’ let’s get in bed. I’m feelin’ awful exposed,” he says wryly.
They climb under the duvet and Mark folds it halfway down so they can be somewhat warm, but she can have her way and show some skin. She shivers and he pulls her into his arms. “You won’t be cold soon.”
It could be her imagining things, but there is something a bit stylized in his passionate kiss, perhaps like it’s meant to be seen as much as felt by her. Jenni has no doubt his ingenious kisses make a pretty picture, too. He warms her by running his powerful hands all over her bare gooseflesh.
Mark breaks the kiss to talk, but remains close enough she can feel his breath. “Are you sure I shouldn’t wear a condom?”
“I’m sure. Taking pills is one thing I do right.”
“Okay, good. Dr. Zavodny would cut my balls off if I got ya in trouble. Besides… blood relatives ain’t supposed to make babies.”
Jenni thinks her ovaries might explode at the suggestion of having this man’s baby. “No, Daddy. I’m not ready for babies.”
“Good girl. There don’t have to be nothin’ between us, in that case.”
She whimpers at that. Mark’s hand disappears under the covers. Jenni’s legs fall open for him immediately.
“You’re the wettest I’ve ever touched. This is gonna feel amazin’. Are you ready, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want you to show me what it’s like.”
Mark shifts gracefully onto her. His heaviness distributed all over her body feels so wonderful she laughs with pleasure.
“Nervous? he asks, amused by his giggly virgin.
“No, just really happy. I didn’t mean to seem like I was laughing. It just surprised me how good you feel already.”
He kisses her with light pecks and then deep in her mouth, tilting his head this way and that like a dance. Jenni buries her fingers in his messy hair and pulls him harder against her lips. “Mmm,” he murmurs, “I like that.” She feels his whole body begin to undulate against hers. It must be a beautiful sight, like watching a big cat stalking. It’s a breathtaking overture to ensure Jenni won’t giggle again.
Before she’s aware of it, he’s poised at her opening, pushing steadily. Even as slippery as she is, it takes some pressure. The sting at her introitus stretched tight around his head really does feel like he’s broken her seal and she cries out. He pauses with just the beginning of him inside her.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks hopefully.
“Yes, Daddy. It hurt going in… make it better?”
“Yes, baby. It’s gonna feel better soon. You’re so tight…” he breathes, yalova escort gliding deeper until he nudges her cervix and stops again. “Too much?”
Mark looks down at his girl to see a woman in sexual ecstasy superimposed on a girl in pain. Her brow is creased in that unique way that comes from being exquisitely fucked, her lips are parted as she pants.
“Oh my god, Mark. Oh my god, Daddy.”
“You feel good to me, too, baby.”
Mark begins to move in large, slow circles. She’s never experienced anything like it; ‘his muscle control is phenomenal to be that gentle,’ she thinks, but her thoughts are interrupted by piteous moaning. She realizes it’s new sounds he’s pulling out of her.
He’s got her trapped between his elbows as he moves through her, kissing her face and neck while making his own groans that sound like sheer relief at having what he needs.
“How does that feel, baby girl? Do you like sex so far?” he says in a tone that makes her clit throb.
“I love it, Daddy. It’s the best feeling. I never want it to stop.”
His pace quickens a fraction at her words.
“I’m gonna do this to ya every single day. Every night. You really belong to me now, baby.”
“Oh! Yes, Daddy.”
Jenni’s visual side can’t take being left out any longer and reaches between them to feel how they’re joined. She fingers the inches that don’t fit inside her, the seam where his body enters hers.
“What do you need, honey? he asks, unsure what she means to do.
“Nothing! It’s so good! I just wanted to see…”
“Ohhh,” he moans, understanding. “You wanna see me fuckin’ ya.” He raises up on his hands. “Take a look. Look how hot you look stretched around my cock.”
Jenni contracts her abs to raise up and see. She can’t believe the sight of her frail body impaled on this angel. He can’t really be hers. She looks up into his eyes, then collapses back on the bed, arm flung over her face. “I must be dreaming.” Mark pinches her nipple painfully hard. She cries out. “Need ya here with me, sweetheart,” he rasps kindly.
Mark hasn’t ceased his fluid motion and has begun to sweat in the cold air. He hasn’t thrust into her once. She’s barely moved her body except for her arms to love and explore him. She doesn’t need to move; he stretches her walls in all directions like the water he’d pumped her full of earlier. His perfect shape drags against pleasure nerves she didn’t know she had. She knows if he so much as tapped her clit she’d come screaming like a mad woman. She’s not in a hurry to come, just wants this to go on until she passes out. Missionary sex never had this effect on her before; she’s not even tied up.
Mark kneels and pulls her up onto his thighs so her pussy’s spread for him. The new angle and the submissive pose have her writhing in helpless lust. He smirks down at her.
“How does my little girl like that?”
“I love you, Daddy! Ohhh, you feel so good… you’re… so!… big,” she babbles unselfconsciously. She’s not even trying to say words that might please him, it’s just her sex-addled brain spilling its porn through her child-like lips. He doesn’t seem to mind it’s not clever; his cock bucks inside her, hardens even more.
“Love makin’ ya feel this way, little slut. Love how you need my dick inside you.”
“Fuck, yes! Sorry, Daddy!”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. You can’t help it, can ya?”
“No!” she sobs.
“Bet you can’t help comin’ all over me if I do this,” he says, and rubs her straining clit fast and hard.
“Oh!” she shrieks. “Daddy, it’s too much!”
The sound of her wails has him pinning her flat in seconds, mauling her tongue with his. She’s flipped the Dom switch that causes an animal reaction. Still, he’s gentle inside her, more urgent now, but precise and so far he’s never once hurt her since he entered her.
“Wanna know a secret?” he growls with some difficulty. Jenni can feel little preorgasmic jolts course through his body.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“Well, don’t look now, but we’ve got a little audience. You like that, baby? There’s a couple ladies at the window, watchin’ ya fallin’ apart.”
“Oh, gosh, really? Do they know you can see them?”
“I don’t think so. My hair’s in my eyes,” he says with a sexy toss of his head. “But yeah, they see us, I think.”
“They must wish they were me right now!”
Mark kisses her sweetly. “You’re real good for my ego. Wanna show off?”
“How do you want me, Daddy?”
“On your hands and knees. I promise I’ll still be gentle.”
Jenni giresun escort complies. “Nooo,” she cries in her little voice at the momentary loss of him as they change positions.
“Shh, I’m right here. You can have it all night, baby girl.”
“Mmm, you’re the best Daddy.” She raises up on her knees and half-turns to kiss him, showing off her naked, twisting form right in front of the window pane. She’s careful not to look for the observers because she doesn’t want to spook them. She wonders if they’re thinking that Mark and Jenni are so passionately oblivious they don’t notice the lighting is bright enough to show their private love to the outside world. Maybe they can tell it’s shameless lewdness.
Jenni gets on all fours and curves her spine to present her bony ass nicely for Daddy. She even lets her cheeks spread to signal, she hopes, he’s earned the right to all of her. She trusts completely that he understands there’s only one place for his cock, and it’s drooling to have him back where he belongs.
“That’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’m really glad you made me keep the light on, baby girl.”
“I get scared of the dark, Daddy!” she says, and there is some truth in that statement.
“I’ll keep ya safe, angel,” he says as he slides into her inch by inch.
The feel of him inside her is amplified in this position. She can tell it’s more intense for Mark, too, because he moans in that hedonistic, androgynous way that had amazed her last night.
“Does it feel good, Daddy?”
“Umf. Tighter like this,” he rasps in a deeper tone that makes her quiver around him. “This okay for you? Tell me if I go too deep.”
“I love it, Daddy,” Jenni sobs. She puts her head down on the mattress to show him she’s his to use for his pleasure.
“Aww, you look so cute like that! Nice little puppy.”
That’s not what Jenni was expecting. In her experience, most guys would read that pose as “slave” or “fuck toy,” not “nice little puppy.” ‘Mark is so damn sweet,’ she thinks and wags her tailbone happily.
“Do that again!” he commands. Jenni wiggles on his dick and contracts her internal muscles as tight as she can.
“You’re such a good girl… ya already know how to make your Daddy feel good…” He rakes his blunt nails along her sides. It feels amazing and must look sexy as hell.
Mark pulls her up. His long strokes inside her are beginning to falter and she’s not helping him to last. He holds her upright against his chest; she doesn’t have to use her own strength at all. He has his left forearm between her tits and his right hand cups her cunt.
“This time ya ain’t allowed to tell me it’s too much. I don’t care if it’s too much, understand, pretty slut?” He’s using a darker tone and Jenni loves this side of Daddy just as much. It’s not the real Mark; she can tell he’s exploring what turns her on the most.
“I understand, Daddy. I’m being good!”
“You keep squirmin’ on my cock while I fuck ya and force ya to come. I know you’re real close, baby.”
Mark masturbates her like it’s a training, at times smacking her clit lightly. He rocks into her gently, growing harder inside her. She’s soon overcome with the pleasure of being in his arms, his mastery of her body and all its sensations, and yes, of performing for strangers. Somehow that doesn’t damage the intimacy one bit; it’s something they’re enjoying as a couple.
Their orgasm is one shared explosion, their screams harmonize. Jenni realizes he was waiting for her and when he felt her falling over the edge he went right after her, liquid warmth bursting inside her from both their bodies.
He releases her to let her crumple to the bed and treats the outside to a last view of his glistening body before he covers them, still wet and sweaty, in the bedclothes.
“I’m fightin’ the impulse to wave at ’em,” he quips.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Jenni slurs.
“That was your idea, girl! So… how did you like your first time? I’m sure it’ll get better as I learn your body.”
Jenni’s head whips around. “You don’t know everything about my body? You fooled me. I loved my first time, Daddy. I’m so happy it was with you.”
“I love you, Jenni. For real.”
They kiss until their lips are numb and Jenni’s stomach alerts her Master it’s feeding time again. They put on warm things without bathing, too reluctant to wash each other off. After dinner and some meandering, falling-in-love conversation, they fuck to the point of delirious exhaustion. Mark’s phone wakes him late Christmas Eve morning with a text. He takes a selfie with his baby girl and her unicorn (“SparkleCorn,” with which she likes to sleep) and sends it to the psychiatrist. Then, he gathers her closer and settles into the comfortable and stenchy bed to sleep in for the first time in ages.
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