I was tired, very tired. Tired of working, tired of fighting, tired of always feeling like I've fucked up somehow. I sat on the couch and stared at the blank TV screen like it held a prophecy. It didn't, but I stared at it anyway. Then I jumped about a foot in the air when she walked into the room. I gaped at her, flipping through a mental file. Somebody's kid. She was somebody's kid. She smiled at me politely.
"I apologize for startling you, Mr. Alexander," she said. "I'm usually gone by the time you're home. You're early today." I nodded and dropped back down to the couch. "I'm sorry, Kelly, I forgot my wife hired you. I've been a little out of it lately." The girl nodded sympathetically. "Are you hungry? Coffee, maybe?" I felt a rumble that reminded me I'd missed lunch. I looked at her. She seemed so sincere. "Uh...yeah," I said. "If it's no trouble." She assured me it was no trouble at all, and whisked back into the kitchen. I stared after her. She is 18 and a far cry from the gawky kid with the braces that rode her bike up and down the sidewalk years ago. I sat and thought about time and its passing and how it sometimes corrodes the very foundation of a life...and thankfully Kelly called me to the kitchen.
I stood and stared at the table. Linen napkin, flatware, an artfully arranged plate, glass of ice water, cup for coffee. It was beautiful, and I almost cried. It had been a long time since anybody had given a damn what I had to eat. Even me. I sat and let her wait on me hand and foot and felt like a sultan. In fact, a little too much like a sultan. I started out by noticing how neat the house looked, and how great the meal was, and ended up by noticing how Kelly's round little ass looked in her jeans, and how big her tits had become.
I wasn't surprised at all when my wife called to tell me she was taking a late flight out of town, and might be back tomorrow. I was surprised when Kelly calmly said her parents were out of town and she would stay late and care for me. I looked at her sharply, then cursed myself for having a dirty mind. She was simply being a nice woman. A very nice woman. A very nice woman alone in a house with me while her parents were out of town. I groaned inwardly as my cock got hard. I hadn't gotten laid in a long time. I should really send her home. I really should. "Is there anymore coffee?" I said instead. She came and stood very close to me, her tit almost brushing my arm as she poured me a fresh cup. She dimpled at me prettily, and put the pot back. I sat and sipped coffee and stared at her body as she cleaned up the kitchen. A very, very fuckable lady, she was. And my cock hurt like hell. She came and sat down next to me, reached out and touched my hand. "You're lonely, aren't you Mr. Alexander?" I stared at her. "Uh...I'm fine," I said. She shook her head silently, got up and stood next to me. She looked down into my lap, where my bulge was obvious. "No," she said sadly. "You're not fine. A wonderful man like you."
She hooked a finger under my chin and lifted, then brought her mouth down to mine. I sat there and let her kiss me, telling myself just one kiss...one harmless kiss, wouldn't hurt. And it didn't. It was about the sixth kiss, when she was in my lap and my hand was between her legs rubbing her mound through her jeans that probably caused the problem. I could feel her heat, and she, of course, was well aware of my hard cock. She got up and led me by the hand to my bedroom, and very calmly started to undress. I leaned against the wall and watched her. "I'm old enough to be your father," I said. She met my eyes. "But you aren't my father." I had nothing to say to the logic of that, so I just stared until she stood before me naked.
Damn, she was luscious. Her tits were full and high, nipples erect; her waist was small; her hips were round and full. Long, muscular legs. A dark, curly bush, trimmed to a neat triangle. I seemed to float down to my knees as she walked toward me and I buried my face in her sweetly scented snatch. I rubbed my lips back and forth through the curly hair, taking in her scent and letting myself drown in it. Even as I placed kisses on her abdomen, I never really believed I'd fuck her. I stood finally, and she undressed me. She was careful with my clothes, folding them neatly over a chair. Once my cock was free, she looked down at it, touching it gently. "Beautiful," she whispered. "So beautiful." She led me by the hand to the bed, laid me down, then lowered her mouth to me.
She sucked cock well. Very well. I tried to hold back, but it had been so long. I shot in her mouth almost immediately. She swallowed my cum, and gently licked me clean. I dragged her to me and kissed her mouth, taking her tongue and sucking it. My hands moved over her smooth skin, then my hands and my mouth. I sucked each nipple in turn, then ran my tongue down her belly. Her legs were spread and ready when my mouth arrived. She had been so quiet I was surprised to see the wet, swollen lips of her cunt waiting for me so eagerly. I licked up her slit, savoring the taste, then finally I spread her open with my fingers and admired the rock hard clit. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue, then fastened my mouth on her and sucked. She grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, giving me access to every part of her. I slid a finger deep into her pussy and finger fucked her as I sucked her clit, then slid another juicy finger up her ass. I replaced my mouth with a wet thumb and kissed her thigh as my hand pumped her. "When did you lose your cherry?" I asked. She gave a faint smile. "A few months ago, I had an affair with a friend of my father's. I like older men. They know what to do in bed." I kissed her thigh again. "You like sex a lot?" I asked. She looked at me with a dreamy smile. "I love to fuck. I love to suck and be sucked. I love it up my ass. I love it all. And I've wanted to fuck you for so long. You've made me hot since I was a kid."
I fucked her pussy slowly with my hand. An 18 year old nympho, who'd had the hots for me since she was a "kid." She raised her head and regarded me. "What's your favorite?" she asked. "The thing you most want to do, but don't get to?" Cum, I thought silently. In any way shape or form. "Doggie style," I said. "69. Ass fucking. Anything different." She raised up on her elbows. "Well, what do you want to do first?" she said. "Fuck my ass, make me your bitch or do the ol' suck/suck." I blinked then rolled onto my back. "Sit on my face, baby woman and suck it for Daddy." She laughed and mounted me, grinding her slit down on my mouth. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked hard, as she went down on my cock, sucking me back my hardon. She came in my mouth, flooding me with her cum juice. I lapped it up greedily. She tasted so good. She hopped off me, stayed on all fours and wiggled her ass. "Does the great big dog wanna fuck the little puppy?" she said. "I'm in heat, big dog. Do me good."
I knelt behind her and thrust my cock into her. I fucked her hard, slapping the firm cheeks occasionally, and calling her my hot little bitch. She slammed her ass back at me, taking me deep and begging for more. "Rub that big hard clit, bitch," I gasped. "Make the puppy come all over the big dog's cock." I pounded her, her tight little twat gripping me. I slapped her ass and she begged for more. Finally, she slammed back at me, gushing cum and quivering, telling her big dog daddy how much she loved it when he fucked her hard. She wanted to keep going, and I obliged her. I put her on her back and tied her left wrist to her left ankle with my tie, and her right wrist to her right ankle with the belt to my robe. She was helpless...and completely in charge. It was my most often refused fantasy, but now it was here, in my bed, waiting for my cock. "I want something special," I said. She shrugged. "Sure. What?"
I climbed over her on all fours and kissed her hard. "How long have you wanted me?" I whispered. She thought for a second. "for a long time....," she said. "I remember last weekend at your house, when you invited myself and many others over for a barbecue, and staring at you. You had on shorts." I grinned as my cock throbbed. Eleven. Shit. "Pretend we are at the BBK again," I said. "I sneak into your house and catch you alone." She smiled demurely.. "If you shave off all my pubic hair it will make it more real." I almost came all over her. Shit, this young bitch was hot.
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I got the razor and shaving cream and carefully stripped the little pussy, and rinsed and wiped it clean. She lay there silently, tied up, my complete and total sex slave. Between the raised legs was the tiny hairless pussy. An 18 year old pussy turned into my fantasy. My fucking cock was harder than it had ever been. I lowered my mouth to her and ate her good, my eyes closed, feeling the hairless snatch twitch and beg for more. She got into it, squealing for me to stop, it was naughty, I was bad. I sucked her off twice before I trusted myself to mount her. Finally, I got on my tied up little toy, stabbed her yummy cherry with my rod and screwed the living shit out of her. " "I'm raping (fucking) your little pussy, and there's not a fucking thing anybody can do about it." I fucked her hard and she squealed and wiggled and gasped...and gushed hot cum. I kept it up longer than I could believe, pounding deep into her and finally exploded. I ground my hips against her and flooded her with my cum. She was in ecstasy, and my starved cock stayed hard. I took out my coated rod, and raped her ass. She loved it and begged for it deep in her sexy voice, so I gave it to her harder and harder, slamming deep into her sweet hungry ass. Finally, when she couldn't take anymore and I kept fucking anyway, I had the biggest fucking cum of my life, and shot deep. It should have knocked me out, but it didn't. I leaped up, untied her, and carried her in to put her in a hot bubble bath.
I wasn't going to go without anymore, and my 18 year old was going to get all she wanted. Fuck yes and she enjoyed it. Kelly. My little cumslut.
