Double Dare(328)

“Oh my god,” whispered Mandy from the tub, her white form suddenly gone totally still, eyes fixed on my rock-hard erection.

And I laughed throatily then.

“Don’t be scared,” I drawled, “This isn’t going in you … not tonight at least.”

And the brunette flushed immediately, another low moan escaping from her throat.

“Tonight?” she echoed, those big brown eyes never leaving my cock.

“No, not tonight,” I repeatedly silkily. “Tonight, you’re just gonna watch.”

And with that, I took my cock in a big hand and fisted it, the huge pole thick and hard. Squeezing tightly, I ran my hand up and down the fuckrod, body tense, head thrown back as I stroked myself.

“Mmmm,” I rumbled, opening my eyes to look at the little girl. “Feels so fucking good. I love how you look at me.”

And the brunette inhaled quickly, eyes still wide and glued to my fuckpole.

“I-I can’t believe this is happening,” she said in a tremulous voice. “Oh my god.”

And I chuckled deeply in my chest, knees locked as my hand slipped up and down, tracing the bulging veins in my cock, pink mushroom head slick and wet.

“See that honey?” I growled, making electric eye contact with her. “See how much I want you, all that pre-cum?”

And sure enough, at that very moment a bead of sperm slipped out from my tip and my big hand swept it over the huge pole, wet sucking noises beginning to sound out as I fisted myself again and again.

“Mmmm, fuck,” I ground out, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of performing for a beautiful woman, one who was nude and undoubtedly stroking herself in the tub. “Fuuuuck,” I ground out again.

Because Mandy was now visibly toying with her breasts, both creamy orbs above the water line, a hand on each as she tweaked her nipples, pinching and rubbing the pink crests.

“Oh god, Mr. Parker, oh god,” she panted, eyes glued to my hot pole.

And never one to disappoint, I increased the pace, stroking harder, faster, gripping myself tighter. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it felt so good and I knew I couldn’t last long.

“Baby girl,” I ground out even as my hand continued its fucking. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself down below,” I commanded.

And without thinking, Mandy obeyed. One soft hand disappeared below the water to trace her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub until with a small gasp, she pressed down hard on the button, tremors shooting through her body.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Come with me baby, come with me.”

And just like that, both of us lost it. My orgasm was crazy, I hadn’t come so hard in years. Semen erupted from my pole, arcing across the bathroom to splash wetly in the tub, mixing with Mandy’s sweet cum as I pumped and pumped, goo oozing everywhere.

And the girl completely gave in as well, her cries of pleasure ringing out in the small space. “Mr. Parker!” she shrieked. “Oh god, yes, Mr. Parker!” I watched as her body spasmed and shook, cunt gushing and pulsing at once, wetly giving it up as she frigged herself harder, riding that sweet clit to the edge. “Oh GOD!” the brunette cried again, hand a blur between her legs, a motor on her puss.

And fuck, but I was no better. My cum just wouldn’t stop, arc after arc soared out from my dick tip, the hot white pumping so hard and fast that it was like three orgasms rolled into one, one right after another. My balls clenched high and tight, cock jerking again and again in my hand, sweet missiles of sperm repeatedly splashing into the tub.

“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I roared, chest tight as my hips pounded, fist like a vise around the pulsing shaft. And fuck, but I was still coming, the white so copious and thick that I could have fathered five kids right there, there was so much sperm, so much goodness.

And when it was all over, our bodies shaking with mere shivers instead of full-on tremors, her pussy quaking in the aftermath, the sperm dripping from my tip instead of shooting from it, I looked down at my hand. Fuck, it was coated in oozing white goo, the hot stuff steamy and virile. And suddenly I knew exactly where I wanted it to go.

Closing the distance between us in two long strides, I held it to the brunette’s lips.

“Drink it baby,” I rumbled, blue eyes seizing those big brown ones. “Taste Daddy’s cum.”

Mandy stared at me with shocked eyes, that curvy form still panting, still heaving in post-orgasmic ecstasy. But then her lashes dropped, and with a soft sigh, the brunette leaned forward, that pink tongue licking my palm, scooping up the hot sperm into her mouth, letting it sit in her mouth for a moment, savoring, before swallowing audibly.