Anonymous Encounters(13)

There was no sound at all. Weird.

"Rach?" I called again, baritone booming in the small space. "I'm gonna  leave the packet on your kitchen counter." The bag crinkled as I set it  on the immaculate tile, the Mexican floral motif cheerful and colorful.  "Rach baby, just text me later so I know you got it."

I was seriously debating what to do next, hesitating in the kitchen. I  desperately wanted to see the brunette again, maybe kiss her a little,  do a couple sweet licks on that pussy. But this wasn't the time. I'd  given Rachel the power in this relationship, and if the brunette never  made an appearance, then so be it. She could come out, or she could stay  away, whatever took her fancy since this wasn't exactly a discreet  encounter anymore, we'd pretty much broken all the rules.

As my long legs strode to the door, I heard it then. A long, throaty  moan, feminine and arousing, making my dick jerk but also my hackles  raise. What the fuck? Was Rachel having sex with another man, knowing  that I was gonna come by? Was this some kind of sick joke, some  disgusting, twisted ploy on her part to make me jealous? Well fuck that,  I'm not the type to get jealous, so I turned away, blood pressure  zooming despite my efforts to stay calm. No girl makes a fool of Donovan  Jones.

But then the moan came again, louder and more arousing, with the musical  cry of "Daddy, Daddy." Holy shit, was she calling me? Was my best girl  calling to me, telling me to come stroke her puss, to come fuck that  sweet twat? Or maybe the other guy was called "Daddy" too? Shit. I was  torn, unsure, but then the call came again, this time a distinct moan of  "Donovan, oh Daddy!"

Like lightning, I was down the hallway. There was no way I was missing  out on a hot session with my plaything, but yeah, this was surprising. I  mean, I'd envisioned something a lot more tame. I thought I'd come in  and Rachel would be waiting, those hefty curves in a ruffled apron tied  around that waist, big boobs leaking out the sides. Then we'd have some  chitchat, getting to know you type talk in a sunny breakfast nook before  getting nasty and flipping that apron up to do the dirty.

So to hear her moaning my name made my blood boil, dick jerking  reflexively. No, more than that. I had to see what my slutty little girl  was up to, because it was clear Rachel was a keeper, a whore of the  highest order. The brunette was playing some kind of game with me and  fuck, but I had to see.

Stalking silently down the hall, I passed a closed door before coming to  a small nightstand in the hallway. Curiously, there was a note there  and my big hand picked it up, unfolding the white square. Holy shit, my  baby had written a horny missive just for me:

Daddy,

Come in. Please wear a condom.

Love, your little girl.

And right next to the note on the nightstand were a bunch of  foil-wrapped condoms, glistening gold in the low light. What the fuck?  My girl was waiting for me inside, instructing me to pull out my dong  and sheath it before fucking her? I was only too happy to do the honors,  yanking down my fly, my huge dick popping out like a fucking mast. But a  condom? No way, this was my sweet female and I had more than enough  jizz to fill her a second time. Besides, there was already the Plan B on  the kitchen counter, might as well use it.         

     



 

So pulling my dick out, I let it breathe free, throbbing and hard. Shit,  the fuckshaft was already ready to go, so stiff it jutted out at ninety  degrees, craving a soft, wet pussy to sheath itself in. And that snatch  was waiting because as I pushed open the door to the room, the most  delicious aroma hit me in the face, all hot, wet pussy ready to be  fucked.

Oh shit. Rachel had an office in her apartment, there was a desk in one  corner with a chair and a printer on the side. But the rest of the room  was bare and the girl herself was on her hands and knees in the middle  of the room, bent over, cheek pressed into a cushion. Holy shit, holy  shit. That nubile form was completely bare and open, huge breasts  dragging on the ground as she frigged herself between her legs, that  sweet snatch pointed straight at me, pink folds pulsing and wet.

And as I growled, the girl's eyes fluttered open for a moment, dazed yet hungry, slowly focusing on my big frame.

"Daddy," she breathed. "You came."

My dick jerked then, a small spurt of semen jetting from the tip to drip wetly on the floor.

"That's right baby girl, it's me. Daddy wouldn't fucking miss this for the world. Is that for me honey? Is that all for me?"

In answer, the girl sighed and wiggled a bit, pink folds beckoning.

"Yes Daddy, it's for you. It's all for you. Use me, please," she breathed. "Use my body, make me feel good."

And with sly, small fingers, the brunette reached between her legs and  slowly parted her pussy lips, giving me a view of the interior of that  vaginal canal. Shit, Rachel was so beautiful, the pinkness glistened and  shone moistly under the light, a slight drip coagulating at her hole  before running wetly down those puffy lips.

"Please Daddy," she begged again, "Use my body. Make me feel good."

And shit, but she'd already asked me twice. I was on it in an instant,  kneeling behind the female and pressing my face into that beautiful  snatch.

"Oh yeah," I growled as the steam from her puss hit my face. "Oh yeah, baby girl, Daddy's gonna do you a good one."

And with that, I licked her snatch from bottom to top, going all the way  from her clit at the bottom to that sweet anal hole. Her ass trembled  and jiggled as the girl moaned lustily, raising her head, eyes wide with  delight.

"Oh god," she cried. "Yes, yes, just like that."

But I wasn't just going in for one sweet lick. I was going to own this  snatch. So like a hungry dog, I went for it, sampling her insides,  ducking my head and pushing my tongue straight up her vaginal canal  before alternately sucking and licking her clit.

"Mmm, mmm!" she cried, brown curls thrown back. "Oh god, yes!"

But this wasn't just gonna be the pussy show. I made my tongue into a  spear and with absolutely no hesitation, pushed it into her butt,  savoring that anal passage, the hot brown dry and tight.

"Fuck yeah," I grunted. "Fuck this butt is tasty."

Rachel squealed below me, jerking involuntarily.

"Unnh, unnh!" she panted, the pleats of her rim contracting wildly around my tongue. "Unnh, oh god Daddy, no!"

But I'm a nasty motherfucker and I slapped her ass then, leaving a  handprint against a huge butt cheek as I continued to tongue her back  hole.

"Baby doesn't say no to Daddy," I ground out. "Never."

She mewled, face pressed into the cushion, unable to speak. But I'm a motherfucker and my little girl needed discipline.

"Say it," I ground out, still tonguing her anus. "Say it. Baby never says no to Daddy."

The brunette moaned again, eyes still closed, every nerve in her body on  fire, that sweet ass trembling below my mouth as I buttfucked her with  my tongue.

"Say it," I rasped harshly again, this time slapping her pussy with the  palm of my hand. Oh fuck, it felt so good, that wet flesh soft and  engorged, dripping for my dick. But little girls have to learn, and  discipline needs to be started early. So I slapped that pussy again.

"Say it," I commanded harshly, focusing on her clit.

The girl jerked, shrieking a bit.

"Yes, yes!" she gasped, almost delirious, eyes hazy with pleasure and pain. "Yes!"         

     



 

"Yes what?" I ground out. "Yes what, bitch? Or you want me to slap this slutty pussy again?"

I swear, the brunette craved it, she wanted to be smacked on her most  intimate parts, to feel any part of me that she could get. But taking a  deep breath, those boobies quivering, Rachel answered.

"Little girls never say no to their daddies!" she cried out desperately in a whoosh. "It's not right!"

I chuckled deep in my chest.

"And what do little girls say when Daddy slaps their pussy?" I ground out. "What do they say?"

My little slut was on it because with another cry, another breathy shriek, Rachel answered.

"Little girls say, ‘Yes, PLEASE!'" she almost screamed this time, pussy  on fire with lust. "They say ‘YES PLEASE, THANK YOU DADDY!'"

And with that, I rewarded her. Oh yeah, my sweet female knows all the  right answers, Rachel knows how to please her man, and with a growl and a  deep thrust, I pushed into that tight twat. My dick was already  dripping with cum, and the slide was so smooth, so tight, and so fucking  unreal that I almost spurted then. Because her twat pulsed and beat  around my fuckshaft, squeezing it on all sides, a hot, wet vise enough  to make any man boil over.

"Fuck," I ground out. "Fuck you're small."

Rachel mewled beneath me, face down, butt in the air as her pussy juiced around me.

"Unnh, Daddy," was all she could manage. "Unnnh, yeah, unnnh."