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Chaperones Are Kinky

Nikki incautiously entered the house, alone but confident. The beach air had made her long, curly hair messy and tangled. She swung the dark brown off her chest, revealing perfect breasts that jiggled just slightly. She was braless, in a light camisole that rode up a tiny bit to reveal just enough of her stomach. Her ass was achingly round in tight, faded jeans. A tiny stud glittered in her right nostril, collecting the light the same way she was collecting glances from the party-goers. No one minded her entrance – it was an open party. But Nikki drew attention wherever she went – she exuded sex from every pore. She looked around and decided upon a route heading to the kitchen. She passed boys who stared at her pert breasts and girls who glared at her ass and proceeded to bicker amongst themselves in jealousy.

In the kitchen there was a man leaning on the counter, nursing a Coors Light and trying to look inconspicuous. In a house full of fuzzy-faced teenage boys, his good looks were outstanding. Shirtless and unshaven, he had become the unconscious guard of the cooler, the gauntlet through which underage drinkers must pass before getting buzzed. He was the cool dad, who tried to be okay with the parties and the drinking but wasn’t sure where to draw the line.

Nikki smiled. Just her type. Confused and frustrated. She approached him, leaning herself into his body and reaching for a cupboard.

“Oooh I’m so sorry…is there where the cups are?” She pressed her breasts into him, her hot breath just far enough away from his ear.

“Ah, no…they’re right…” As he reached to the side, he instinctively clutched her waist to keep her from falling. “Right here.” She poured a beer into the classic red cup and looked him in the eyes, aware of the fact that her shirt was riding up, showing off her taut stomach.

“So, is your wife staying with you and the boys?” she asked, sounding as falsely innocent as possible.

“Fuck no. I’m not married.” She reached for his arm, gripping the muscle carefully. “Not anymore.”

“Mmm hmm…so it would be okay if I did…this?” She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, feeling his cock respond immediately. “Or…this?” She moved down, flicking a tongue inside his ear and then around his neck, kissing and sucking her way down.

“As amazingly good as that feels, my son is around, and I’m just not sure that – ” He was cut off by her hand massaging his crotch, holding his cock through his khakis.

“Take me to your bedroom,” she whispered breathily into his ear before she turned and began walking out of the kitchen. He followed faithfully, touching her elbow and leading her into a room on the left. The bulging eyes of jealous young men watched on unbelievingly. She locked the door behind them and springily jumped onto the bed, sitting back on her knees.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, leaning against the shut door.

“Yes, sir, but I would do this if I was sober. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“Sir?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A term of respect, sir. A slut knows how to speak to a man.”

“I feel like I’m being set up. How old are you?”

“Eighteen.” She fished her driver’s license from her back pocket, holding it up for his review. He looked at her thoughtfully and shook his head.

“So you’re a slut, then?” He eased over to her, hefting a breast in one hand and using the other to massage her through her jeans.

“A slut, completely for your use.” Nikki leaned forward, her mouth begging to be kissed. He obliged, then pulled her shirt off in one motion, revealing her two white mounds to him. He nuzzled into them, sucking gently on a nipple.

“No…bite them. I like it when it hurts.” He sunk his teeth in lightly, making her whimper. He roughly played with her chest, unzipping and pulling off her pants and panties while she panted and squirmed. She spread her legs unconsciously, allowing him to sink a thick finger into her already wet cunt. She moaned loudly, grabbing fistfuls of blanket and arching her back.

“What a sweet little pussy you’ve got. Do you like being fucked with my finger?” he pulled his hand away and watched her pelvis lift off the bed, wanting him back.

“Oh God yes, I do…I do…please fuck me please please I need your fingers inside my pussy. It’s all yours…”

“What a good little beggar. Exactly how I like it.” He rammed two fingers inside of her, pushing in and out rapidly and without mercy. He covered her mouth with the other hand to keep her moans from alerting the attention of the people outside. She thrashed around and pushed against him, urging his fingers deeper. He bit her nipple hard, pushing her over the edge as her pussy tightened around his fingers and her hips rocked up and down, making her orgasm last as long as possible. She lay back, relieved and calm, as he watched her chest heave up and down rapidly.

“Oh, you are nowhere close to done, honey. Now I get what I want. And do you know what I want? I want to be inside of you. Tell me what you want.” He perused her body with his hands, groping her hips and tracing designs over her thighs with his fingers.

“I want you inside me. I want your cock in my pussy, right now. I want to be fucked haaard…I want to be used.”

“Hmm, not exactly what I was thinking. Your pussy already got some. You came all over my hand. I was thinking, what I really want is to fuck that tight little asshole. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He eased off his pants as he spoke, revealing a rather large and aroused cock.

“No, sir, but I’d love for you to do it. I deserve a nice hard fucking in the ass.”

“Good girl. What a good little slut.” He pushed his fingers into her mouth and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She squirmed, wanting something to push back on. He took one wet finger and pushed it against her asshole, pushing hard and persistently. With a slight pop it was inside her, and she moaned loudly, panting and trying to escape. He shoved her head down into the mattress, her arms helplessly against her side, and pulled her ass higher. He moved on to two fingers, wiggling them around inside her ass. Tears sprung to her face and she reached her hands behind her, waving for him to stop.

“Come on, be a good girl. Don’t want your master to be disappointed with you, do you?” He presented his cock to her face. “Suck it, slut.” She obliged, but it was quickly taken away from her. “I hope this hurts.” He positioned his cock at her ass and pushed with all of his weight. He slowly entered her, ignoring her protests and pleas. When his cock was entirely sunk into her ass, making it nice and full, he started to pull out. She moaned, her head snapping up and her eyes rolling back as she was lost in the pleasure. He smacked the side of her ass hard as he pumped. “Shut up, slut. This is for me, not you.” He clutched her hips, pulling and pushing her on his cock, fucking her hard just like she had asked. She reached one hand under to touch her clit, but he slapped it away and fucked her harder. Suddenly he changed the pace to several deep, slow pumps. She whimpered as she felt him come deep inside her ass.

He pulled out and flipped her over, looking appraisingly at her flushed face and chest.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, making a move as if to sit up. He raised his hand and came down hard on her pussy, giving it a rough slap.

“You’re not going anywhere. When I get a petite little brunette who begs to be fucked hard, I don’t give her one go in the ass and send her back to the boys. You’re mine for the night, little one, whether you like it or not.” He reached his hands up and pinched a nipple in each hand. She wrapped her legs around his hips, whispering “Oh, I like it,” in his ear as she pulled him closer.

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