CHAPTER THREE
Jocelyn
This whole situation seems absolutely impossible. Believe it or not, though, I’m on my knees and my lips are sliding back and forth over Michael’s cock.
I certainly wouldn’t have dropped to my knees like this under any other circumstances, but my entire being is still desperate from how I tried repeatedly to masturbate and was interrupted. The sight of him fills me with so much need I have no choice, and so I moan and move my head back and forth and feel a thrill with the taste of him and the weight of him on my tongue.
God, he’s big. It’s not as if I’m an expert or anything. When I gave up on a relationship with Michael my life became characterized by a series of one- or two-night stands and nothing more. I probably have had more partners in my history than most women my age.
Jesus, this is the first blowjob I can actually recall enjoying! I hear Michael draw in breath sharply, or let out a sigh or a moan, and it’s a reminder that I am with the man I always believed I would end up with. I’m with Michael, and I’m finally hearing how he sounds when he’s pleased and aroused.
Dear God, this turns me on. I want to consume him and I go as deeply as I can. It isn’t as deep as I would like because of his girth and size, but I go as far as I can and move my tongue like crazy. I lift a hand to his balls and caress them as I suck, utterly overwhelmed, and utterly excited by everything.
Then, he reaches down and lifts me to my feet.
No!
He keeps lifting. He carries me, as I try to get my bearings and I’m grateful there is only one bedroom in my apartment and the door is open. He knows right where to carry me and he almost throws me onto the bed.
I cry out, “Oh God, yes!”
I’m facing in the wrong direction, lying with my feet toward my pillows. He reaches out to turn me around, and it puts his cock within range of my mouth and I suck him in again. He gasps and I grab his ass and pull. In this position, with my head backward over the bed, I am able to pull him all the way into my mouth, until my chin presses right against him.
I feel such a dramatic surge of triumph at managing to deep-throat him, and I emit a muffled moan around his shaft. He groans, but he doesn’t let me finish that way. He pulls back and spins me around roughly.
I cry out, “Yes, Daddy!”
He pauses and then pulls my shorts off. He doesn’t bother to unbutton them so there’s a little pain as the come off, but it just adds to the power of the situation. He pulls me forward and while he holds my ankles together, straight above my waist, he guides his cock into my pussy.
I am so damned aroused, he slides in easily, and I cry out a wordless, desperate cry. He spreads my ankles apart as he sets a rapid pace, and I am so damned close after essentially spending the entire morning in frustrated foreplay that I can feel myself building to an orgasm, right away.
I have an ankle on each of his shoulders, and he leans forward, bending me back as he slams into me. His hands move to my breasts, sliding right under my tee shirt just like back when we were nervous teenagers. This time, though, no bra keeps him from feeling my breasts. He squeezes them roughly, as he repeatedly thrusts into me and I love the near aggression of his behavior.
The orgasm is right on the edge and I moan like some kind of sex-crazed maniac and then something occurs to me.
Oh God!
I called him Daddy!
I am utterly self-conscious and almost terrified as the realization comes to me. Then the orgasm hits, exploding with a force that almost paralyzes me, as my body seizes up. I am helpless and immobilized, as his weight leans down on me, pressing my knees into my chest right below where he roughly grasps my breasts.
Somehow that helplessness makes the orgasm seem a whole lot more powerful. “Oh God! God! Yes, D— do it! Oh God, Yes!”
What the hell? Daddy again?
I can’t think straight, and trying to cover it up just makes it all the more awkward. It doesn’t matter, though, because I’m still helpless and the orgasm still rages on. There isn’t a damned thing I can do about anything, as Michael continues those incredible thrusts.
I realize, somewhere along the way, that his size impacts the orgasm, stretching me more than I ordinarily might be. Of course, I know that might be all in my head. I don’t know. All I know is I want to scream and the only thing keeping me from doing it is that I’m afraid I might call him Daddy again.
Then Michael says something that sends my orgasm into a higher plane.
“Are you my little girl?” he asks.
The orgasm explodes, anew, so all I can get out is a bit of a wheezing, strained moan. I gasp and try to respond and he pinches my nipples hard. I yelp and he asks, again. “Are you my little girl?”
“Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh, God!” I finally manage in a bit of a wheeze. “Yes, Daddy!” I scream the last word, and my orgasm seems to hit even harder. It’s almost scary now. I never understood when I read or heard about sex being so good a girl had to beg for it to stop, but I understand that now. The orgasm is so strong I feel as if I will never get back control of my body.
Then, abruptly, he flips me over. His cock never leaves my pussy as he rolls me around, and since my knees are already in position, it’s almost as if I’m in the fetal position, but with my arms and legs on the mattress and the rest of my body above it. He holds onto my waist as he jackhammers into me, and the pleasure is so sharp and overpowering, I wish I could speak, and could beg him to let me finish him with my mouth.
He cums. He cries out and slams home as he empties himself into me and I cry out, “Oh yes, Daddy! Yes!” He increases the speed for about four or five seconds and that causes a final unbelievable burst of pleasure to detonate all over my body. “Daddy!” I scream again.
He leans over me, breathing heavily, and he kisses my neck and shoulder as his body calms down. Then, he pulls out and surprises me, lifting up my shirt off my body. He removes his clothing, too and on the bed we make love, slowly and gently this time. I call him Daddy repeatedly throughout the second time, lovingly and sweetly.
He calls me little girl at the end, right after he’s cum again and while I’m lying atop him, kissing his neck and coming down from another just as fulfilling orgasm.
He kisses the top of my head and says, “My little girl.”