I sat back then. What girl wants to be a mom at eighteen? That was like throwing your youth away. I thought they started schooling girls in fifth grade about this stuff, how your life ended if you got knocked up early, how you'd be barefoot, living in poverty with three kids clinging to your dress. But Ellie was different. She just cocked her head and smiled at me once more.
"Trust me, okay?" she said in a soft voice. "I know what I want, I'm old enough and thought a lot about it."
I didn't say anything, but fuck no. No way was I coming in her with no protection, I've met so many women who wanted exactly that from me, to get pregnant and have my kid, the equivalent of winning the Lotto. Because of course I'd never turn my back on a child of mine. He or she would have everything, every need answered, every necessity met. And most women realized that, thus the whole "golden ticket" mentality. Because yeah, they'd get hundreds of thousands in child support, and fuck, but they'd be living the high life too.
So I was more than a little suspicious. No way was I having unprotected sex with a teen, a girl fertile and luscious, sure to get knocked up immediately. Her tits were huge, hips so curvy, this girl was definitely prime motherhood material, her womb ripe and receptive to a man's sperm. So fuck no. Even though I didn't say anything, my internal alarms screeched like fucking warning bells. It wasn't happening, not on my watch. No way. Nada.
But there were ways to have fun without sperm in pussy, and right now, I wanted to play a little more, change the conversation to something a little less heavy.
"Honey," I said gently. "We haven't figured this out yet but let's move on for now, okay? You haven't finished bathing yet, so let's get you clean."
And Ellie colored, nodding, body slick with water still. The bathroom was heated and the whirlpool jets kept the water warm, bubbles emanating from within the tub.
"Okay," she said softly. "Did you want to wash me?"
I shook my head.
"Naw baby, if I wash you, we'll never get out of here, we'll be living in this bathroom for a week," I said with a knowing grin. "So pick up that loofah and start scrubbing," I commanded gently.
Her hand reached for the loofah bobbing in the tub, floating on the surface, but then she gasped as she lifted it from the water, remembering what had happened. Because yeah, I'd come in it a couple times, blasting my sperm into the rough material before letting go and spurting all over her body. So my cum coated the sponge, sticky and hot, the goo oozing and sensuous.
"But Mr. Black," she whispered, shocked eyes meeting mine. "You came in it, and … and … "
"And I want you to wash yourself with it," I finished gently, eyes never leaving her form. "That's right baby girl. I want you to scrub yourself all over with that loofah, rub my semen into your skin, it's the best type of shower gel."
And the brunette colored once more because this was so fucking dirty. Rub my sperm into her skin, bathing herself in my come? Hell yeah, there's nothing like marking a woman, making sure the world knows she's yours, and what better way but smearing your hot fuck into her skin, letting her walk around with the delicious, distinctive scent of male DNA on her? Oh fuck yeah, it was classic branding, and this girl belonged to me.
And coloring a little, Ellie began. She lifted the sponge, dipping it slightly in the bath to get it warm again and slowly stroked her shoulder with it.
"That's right," I growled. "All over, keep going."
Fuck, I could see a shiny trail of semen on a gleaming shoulder and I watched, dick stiffening again, as she massaged it into that creamy skin, pushing it deep, letting it soak in. And slowly, she moved down one arm, then up the inside of her elbow before smoothing the loofah over her tummy, running in circles around her belly button.
"Fuck yeah," I grunted, eyes blazing. "Keep going baby."
And slowly, Ellie raised the sponge to her breasts, circling in sensuous circles around her areola, nips growing hard again, deep pink and pointed right at me. I couldn't resist and leaned forward for a kiss, seizing a nub in my mouth, suckling for an instant before popping off and leaning back. But Ellie was into it too. Her head dropped back and she sighed sensuously, eyelids drifting shut. Because her hands had dropped between her legs and squatting a bit, she moved the loofah over his sensitive parts, spreading her labia a bit to touch tentatively at her clit. Oh fuck, it was so big and stiff already, that two inch nub waving in the air, begging for a kiss. But the loofah was already there doing its job and Ellie moaned sensuously, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed herself between her legs, caressing that sweet pussy with the sperm-filled sponge, grinding harder and harder. She let out a low moan, a sensuous gasp of "Ohhh, Mr. Black!" and I almost came then, it was so fucking dirty, seeing the girl caress herself with my semen.
But Ellie is a whore, and she wasn't just going to go with a couple light swipes. Instead, gripping the loofah tight between her thighs, she began humping it hard, grinding her clit into the rough material, hips rocking back and forth, moaning slightly as her breasts bobbled. Holy fucking shit, it was so fucking sexy, knowing that she was humping a sponge filled with my cum. Oh fuck yeah, my semen was staining that little pussy, seeping into her folds, coating that stiff clit. And as if my DNA was an aphrodisiac, the little girl came then, strong as a hurricane. Fuck yeah, her body seized once, going absolutely still, before shattering into a series of tremors, pussy clamping and spasming as her breasts bobbled, head tipped up and eyes closed, moaning sweet nothings.
"Mr. Black," she cried out, "Oh Mr. Black, you feel good!"
And fuck, but it was so fucking hot, I wasn't even in her, she was saying that my sperm felt good on her privates, she loved humping anything that had my semen embedded in it. I resolved to come on a couple more items, who the fuck knows, toothbrushes, wine bottles, things she could hump easily, to get her close to the semen, the source of goodness.
But yeah, I realize how this sounds. I'm a contrary motherfucker because I'd just gone on this long rant about how Ellie couldn't have a baby, we weren't having unprotected sex, all that bullshit, and now I was getting my rocks off watching her illicit gyrations as she fucked my semen into herself. So what the hell was wrong with me? I'd just promised myself that I wasn't going to fuck her bare, that I wasn't going to let naked dick get into sweet cunt for fear of getting Ellie pregnant. And yet now, I was letting her do this. I was letting her, no I wanted her to grind that sweet fertile pussy down on the cum-filled loofah, my sperm undoubtedly swimming into her, slipping into that sweet, musky interior channel. Fuck, fuck, what was wrong with me? Why was I such a mass of contradictions? Fuck my life, I was a dead man.
But as Ellie shrieked, thighs clenching, pussy spasming uncontrollably, those big breasts jiggling, I roared too, from just watching her. Because it was so worth it. The girl was so beautiful, sensuous, and so innocent … and shit, but I wanted it all. It didn't matter that I'd bought her at auction, didn't matter that we were here because of my wealth. I wanted to know this woman in every way, shape and form, taking everything she had to offer.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellie
"Wow, this is nice," I murmured appreciatively as we stepped into the mansion. Because we were at Troy's place now, he'd brought me to his house in the suburbs of New Jersey. I'd always thought of Jersey as being a nothing state, the poor sister of New York, but no, this suburb was gated, quiet, the mansions set back from the road, with lush lawns and exquisite landscaping.
And Troy's mansion was the jewel of the community. His home was a huge, stone building that looked about three stories with a gracious entryway and a curving double staircase that led upstairs. I looked around, eyes wide with awe but then a sense of mischief got a hold of me.
"Isn't this a little big for you?" I asked with a smile, turning to look at the big man over my shoulder. "Or do you have boarders, people who sublet?"
Because if it'd been my family, they would have turned this place into a rooming house, collecting as much rent as possible. It was the only way to stay afloat these days and the supplemental income was much needed. Besides, all this space was positively decadent, like chocolate and caramel syrup swirled together. I could see a grand living room on one side, and a sitting room on the other, ornately decorated, expensive art on the walls, the curtains gracious swags of silk, even a sculpture on a table that looked priceless to my untrained eye.