The Sitter, part 1 [Mf]

I closed the front door quietly behind me, my eyes becoming accustomed to the gloom of the house. Hanging my jacket and loosening my tie, I glanced upstairs to see only the faint glow of the nightlight from the baby’s room and nothing else – and, more importantly, no sounds of crying or screaming to pierce the cool night air that I had brought with me. Strangely, though, there were no sounds coming from downstairs, and only a low light creeping under the living room door.

Walking softly, I gently pushed open the door to the living room, and could instantly see that the glowing light was coming from the silent TV, which was showing some late-night cable horror movie – I could see an attractive busty redhead running upstairs in a tiny skirt, mutely screaming, followed by a cloaked figure.

Across the room, supine on the couch, head propped on a pillow and remote dangling loosely from one hand, my babysitter Katie lay, somehow still managing to look beautiful even when sound asleep, quite the feat. Her thick long dark hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her outfit – knee-length green skirt, thin cardigan sweater (a little impractical for a comfy night on the couch, but I wasn’t complaining) – clinging to her ripe, 18-year-old body. We had known Katie and her family for about 6 years, since we moved to the area, and I’d seen the lithe brunette transform into a tan teenager who turned heads wherever she went. As beautiful as she was, though, Katie dated infrequently, and, admirably, remained focus on her college studies. Even now I could see a small pile of textbooks next to her on the couch that she must have been scanning as she fell asleep, with the TV on mute as a silent companion. I looked down at her, eyes scanning her face and body, my head full of memories.

An image of pulchritude, Katie had developed well and early, and her current 38D-24-34 figure (my wife had taken her clothes shopping a couple of times when she was younger and her parents were away) was truly a sight to behold. She occasionally stayed with us when her parents were out of town, and even though she was now old enough to be on her own, and had been for some time, she enjoyed staying with us, sometimes cooking dinner for the family, or playing piano for us. I won’t lie – having a gorgeous young woman in the house, wandering down to breakfast in tank top and pajama pants, or exercising on the back deck in tight yoga pants, did wonders for my libido. I found myself especially randy on the nights Katie stayed with us, and would screw my wife with a notable vigor, my mind racing with the possibility of Katie in the next room, hearing us fuck as she lay in bed.

I had come to terms with the strange mix of feelings I had for Katie – that of a surrogate father, who wanted to help take care of and nurture her, as well as the dark lusts that she stirred up within me – and we had a comfortable, slightly flirtatious relationship. We would often sit up and have a couple of beers when my wife was working late (which, these days, was increasingly often) and she was warm, witty and pleasant company, her throaty laugh filling the room and her wide, dancing eyes marking me, telling me that she knew all of my secrets.

Even as this thought flitted through my head, those deep brown eyes opened and Katie stirred, propping herself up on one arm, her ripe tits pushed together into the V-neck of her sweater, the deep cleavage enticing. I forced my eyes to lock onto hers as I smiled.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” I said softly.

“Griff!” Katie started, looking around. “I’m – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, is the baby-?”

I laid a comforting hand on her upper arm. “Shh… the baby’s fine, sound asleep upstairs.” I gestured to the monitor on the dresser, from which issued the soft sounds of breath. “The baby made it through a few hours, so I guess you get paid tonight,” I added, smiling.

Katie sat up, rubbing the sleep out of one eye daintily, and I sat next to her on the couch, turned to face her with my arm along the back of the cushions. “You’re such a tease,” she said, lightly slapping my wrist. “You know you never have to pay me, I like to help out so that you guys can go out and romance it up.” She winked exaggeratedly, giggling.

I frowned. “Fat lot of good that did tonight,” I said.

Katie instantly picked up on this, sliding a little closer, a hand on my knee. “Something up, boss?” she asked with a smile – always trying to cheer everyone up.

“Ahh, you don’t want to hear my troubles,” I said, patting her hand. The night’s young, I’m sure you could still go out clubbing.”

“Griff,” Katie said, sternly but with the ghost of a smile still on her perpetually pouty, bee-stung lips, “I’m sitting right here, ready to hear all about it. But first – how about I get you a beer?”

A smile crossed my face again. “You’re an angel, you read my mind.”

“Don’t you move, mister man,” she said, bouncing from her seat and hurrying to the kitchen, her firm ass switching in the little skirt. I felt an inappropriate thought about her – probably the millionth – cross my mind, and silently cursed myself for it, feeling like a dirty old man. Never forget, you’re 20 years older than her, I told myself. Before I could chastise myself further, Katie popped back into the living room, 2 cold bottles of beer in hand, and sat with me, closer still this time, putting one in my hand and taking a sip from hers. “Shoot. Tell Katie all your troubles,” she said, her head on one side, coolly regarding me with those amazing eyes.

“Not much to tell,” I began, taking a sip myself. “Things were going fine – well, not bad – when I dared to mention that Jen’s been working late a lot, working weekends, and we haven’t had a lot of time together. She took it badly, kind of blew up at me.”

“Poor thing,” Katie said, rubbing my knee. “I can’t say I’m surprised, though. Maybe it’s not my place to say –”

“No, go on, please,” I urged, smiling at her.

“Well, it seems like she’s putting a lot on you. Working all those hours, expecting you to pick up the slack around here – I’m learning all about it in my social studies class, she’s cast herself as the victim. Has… has your sex life slowed down, too?” she asked, looking down.

“It’s like you’ve been peeking in our bedroom, cutie,” I said, shaking my head. “She hasn’t come near me in months.”

“That’s what I thought,” Katie said, her hand still on my knee, stroking softly now. “Sorry, I interrupted your story, please, go on.” I dragged my eyes from the deep well of her cleavage to her pretty face and smiled reassuringly before continuing.

“Things got worse when a girl from my office saw me and came over to say hello. As soon as she walked away from our table, Jen practically accused me of sleeping with her. After the meal she announced she’s sleeping at her sister’s house tonight.”

“Why would she do that? Accuse you of sleeping around?”

“Well, I can understand – a little. This girl, Bryce, is very flirty, and she was pretty much ignoring Jen.”

“What does this – girl – look like?” Katie asked, sipping from her bottle.

I looked up, as I remembered Bryce stopping at our table, touching my arm, thrusting her boobs in my face. “She’s an intern, maybe 19 or 20 – about 5’8, long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, big tits – and she knows it. She shows them off whenever she can, and dresses kind of slutty.” As I looked back down, Katie was smiling, her eyes alive, like we were sharing secrets.

“So is that your type?” she asked, giving me a knowing smile, knowing full well that, physically, I had pretty much just described my teen babysitter to a tee.

“Well, aside from the slutty part,” I admitted, setting my beer on the table. “I like my girls to look a little more professional and demure.”

“You like them to act that way, too?” Katie asked, leaning closer.

“In public, sure,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially, enjoying this. “But in private, when we’re all alone…”

“A total slut?” Katie asked. “Someone that will do whatever you say?”

“Something like that,” I replied, not losing eye contact, a wry smile on my face. The beer, along with the wine I’d had with dinner, was creating a low buzz in my head and I knew I shouldn’t be having this conversation with Katie, but something else told me to press on. I was talking about sex with a beautiful young brunette, which was certainly the highlight of my night.

“Griff?” Katie asked, biting her lip, a slight look of nervousness crossing that beautiful face.

“Yes, Katie?”

“You know we can trust each other, right? And that I would never dream of betraying your confidence – to anyone?”

“Of course, sweet thing,” I said, patting her hand. “I trust you completely.”

“Good. So did you fuck that girl?”

I almost spit out the mouthful of beer I had just taken; laughing and coughing, I set my bottle down. “Excuse me?” I said, still smiling.

“Bryce, the girl who was flirting with you at dinner. The one who’s your type – almost,” she corrected, smiling. “Is your wife right? Did you fuck her?”

Hearing that word from the mouth of this innocent young girl was shocking but, I had to admit, arousing. We had never talked this frankly before. I shook my head. “No. No, I didn’t,” I answered.

“Never even thought about it? Not even one innocent little kiss?”

I tried to maintain my serious, innocent face, but it didn’t last and a smile broadened there. “We did have a little make-out session at the New Years’ party at work, just a little drunken grope in one of the conference rooms,” I admitted, remembering the brief tryst on the huge oak conference table, with Bryce’s tongue in my mouth and my hands on her luscious ass, her legs around me as we ground together.

“Just kissing?” Katie asked, leaning further forward now, pupils dilated, as excited by this conversation as I was. “This sounds like a pretty hot girl. You didn’t get to second base?” she asked, eyebrow raised. “Third? Alllll the way to home plate?” she added in a breathy, sex-operator whisper.

I shook my head, too far gone now to pretend innocence; I had to tell the whole truth, grateful in a sense to have someone to finally tell the secret to. “I had her tits out of her bra and I was sucking on them while I rubbed her pussy through her panties – she was shaved, and so fucking wet – I made her cum that way. ”

“Lucky girl,” Katie said; her voice was low now, almost lustful. “Did she return the favor?” Katie’s eyes darted to my crotch, where the memory of my New Years’ Eve liaison was evident in my growing hardon.

“She went down on me,” I said, my mouth dry, cock aching-hard now, from the frustrating evening I’d had and from this sexually-charged chat. “She was good, too. No gag reflex that I could tell.”

Katie’s chest was heaving a little faster now, and her cleavage was slightly flushed and pink. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I could see her nipples stiffen and push at the material of her sweater. “Did she… swallow it? Did you cum in her mouth?”

“Partly,” I said, dragging things out – I was enjoying turning this teen sexkitten on, seeing her in a whole new light. We were practically face-to-face now on the couch, an electrical charge building between us.

“Griff?”

“Yes, Katie?”

“Where did the rest of the cum go?” Katie said, licking her glistening pink lips.

“I shot some of it in her mouth, and the rest on her tits. She cupped them and held them up so I could milk my cock dry onto them, then –”

“And then what?” Katie said, her hand on my arm, fingers digging into pliant flesh.

“Then she licked the cum off her tits, and sucked my cock nice and clean… before we rejoined the party.”

There was a long pause; Katie’s eyes bored into mine, and her nipples were now obviously poking at her sweater. She set down her beer, returning her gaze to mine.

“Have you fucked her since?” she asked, biting her lip, her voice coy now.

I shook my head. “We’ve exchanged a few flirty looks at work, but no.”

“I bet she wants to. I can’t blame her. You’re a good-looking man, Griff.”

I threw out a tester. “A good looking married man,” I said.

Katie shrugged. “I can read between the lines. Jen’s not exactly nice to you, and she’s never around. I can’t blame you for responding when a pretty young thing flirts with you, or wants to get closer to you -‘ she slid a little closer on the couch, out thighs pressed together, the heat of her firm young skin transferring to mine ‘ – or even when a young woman – maybe even one you’ve known for a long , one who’s always looked up to you – tells you that she wants nothing more, right now, than for you to pound the shit out of her.” Katie grabbed hold of my tie, pulling me closer to her, and my hands slid around her waist. “I wouldn’t blame you at all.”

In an instant, my tongue was in Katie’s sweet, hot mouth, and my hands closed over the perfect globes of her ass through the skirt, pulling her onto my lap. As she parted her legs, straddling me, the skirt slid up around her waist, and as I looked down, I could see her panties rubbing against my straining hardon. Katie pulled hard and my tie slipped free and flew off; she was mewing as she kissed me, grinding hard against my crotch and panting.

“Why’d you have to tell me about fucking that lucky little slut’s mouth?” she said, between kisses, her hands on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. “I was being such a good girl, and now you’ve got me so fucking wet I can’t stand it, Griff.”

“Are you jealous?” I said, unbuttoning her skimpy sweater to reveal her full, ripe tits in a black bra that matched her panties.

“FUCK yes!” Katie groaned as I kissed my way down between her tits, sighing as I tasted her, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I get jealous enough when you fuck Jen in the next room… I can hear her moaning, taking your big cock, begging for more… I lay there, and I shove my dildo in my pussy till I cum hard… I put my pillow over my mouth so you can’t hear me…”

I had her bra off now; it lay in a pile on the floor with her sweater and my shirt. “Well, I want to hear you tonight, babygirl,” I said, licking her nipples, making her moan. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh… god, yes, Daddy… please… PLEASE fuck me hard, fuck your babygirl, I’ve wanted it so fucking long…”

Everything seemed hyper-real; the light in the room from the flickering TV screen seemed drawn to Katie’s smooth skin as I ran my fingers over her. My hands were inside her panties, kneading her ass cheeks, while I suckled on her hard, pink, pencil-eraser nipples, biting gently, making her gasp and cry out. Katie was grinding hard, rubbing her pussy up and down on my bulging erection through our clothes, tongue flickering at my earlobe, her breath coming in quick pants, pulling back to cup my cheeks and look down into my eyes, dark passion written across her face. All of this seemed like a sudden, intense dream, but Katie’s fingers hungrily tugging at my hair as her tongue flashed across my lips let me know it was very real.

“I never knew…” I began, drinking in her beauty. “I didn’t know you wanted this.”

“Griff, I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for the longest time. I didn’t want to cause trouble; didn’t want to be a home wrecker… but you know what?”

“What?” I said, smiling, licking at her fingertip as she touched my face softly.

“If that bitch isn’t treating you right… then I will.”

In one fluid movement, Katie slipped off my lap, kneeling between my parted legs, wearing only her college-girl skirt and panties, dark hair tumbling around her face, covering one eye as she smiled up at me. She ran her hands down my bare chest, and stroked my thighs as she cooed in delight at my throbbing hardon, threatening to burst out of my pants at any moment.

“This is all mine tonight, Daddy,” she said, leaning forward to lick along the pulsing ridge of flesh, hands gripping my thighs as she kissed up and down, my prick responding, pulsing harder, like an iron bar now. “Do you want me to take it out? Does Daddy want me to… lick it?”

I nodded dumbly, fingers digging into the couch, beyond lust now, hungry for this girl like never before, months of pent-up passion built up in me far past the point of no return. My head was buzzing with desire; if Jen had walked in right then, I would have happily fucked Katie on the rug while she watched. Katie was grinning wickedly, shaking her head, dark locks bobbing.

“Uh-uh, Daddy. That’s not how it works. You’re gonna tell me what you want… every… dirty… little… thing…” she purred, between kisses on my thigh, “and Katie’s gonna do it. Whatever Daddy wants tonight… you’re in charge. I know that’s what you want… what you’ve always wanted. You’re a man who deserves what he desires… so take it.”

Her dark, lustful words filled my chest with fire; it had been too long since I’d been the man I used to be, the cocksure college boy who did as he pleased. I felt him pushing to the forefront of my mind; tonight he would come back. Tonight would change everything.

I stood up, my pulsating hardon in Katie’s face as she knelt before me, her hands placed primly on her knees. She bit her full, plump lower lip, gazing up at me, long eyelashes fluttering prettily.

“Take my cock out, babygirl.”

A grin flashed across Katie’s glossy lips, but she immediately returned to an expression of mock-servility. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.

Katie kept her eyes on mine, large, brown and deep, as she unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pushing them down to my ankles, my boxers tented before her. Katie slid her hands up my thighs, licking her lips as she breathed on my hardon, making it pulse anew.

“Like this, Daddy? Am I doing good?” she asked, her voice becoming more and more a breathy, innocent-little-girl whisper. I nodded indulgently, stroking her hair, making her close her eyes and lean into my hand, smiling.

“You’re doing fine, baby. Keep going, I want you to see everything.”

“And… then I can taste it?” she asked, her voice full of Christmas-morning excitement. My smile widened.

“Yes, Katie, baby. If you’re good, you can taste it.”

“Goody,” Katie murmured, licking at my cock through my boxers, up and down, opening her mouth around the head, gently suckling it through the cotton. I moaned, my hand still on her head, watching her close her eyes and savor it, like she was getting her first-ever taste of some sweet treat.

“UhhmmMMMMmm…” she moaned, releasing it from her full lips with a wet pop. “Oh, Daddy Griff…” she trailed off as her nimble fingers worked at the waistband of my boxers, pulling it out… and then down, releasing my cock from its prison. It bobbed free, pulsing in her face, and as she bent to lower my boxers, and raised back up to face it, the throbbing head slapped against her soft cheek.

“Oh, Daddy,” the hot little brunette groaned, smiling, immediately gripping the shaft gently with her small hands and stroking gently up and down. Her ministrations caused my foreskin to slide back, the swollen purple head pushing free, hot and seemingly bigger than it ever had been before. Katie leaned in, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy as she rubbed my stiff, thick cock over her face like it was an ice pack on the hottest day of summer. Each time the head passed over her wet, parted lips, she gave it a soft kiss or a gentle lick, lapping at it like a thirsty kitten, causing pyrotechnic sensations to shoot up my spine. I sucked air through my clenched teeth, winding her long dark curls in my fingers, gripping a hank of hair to guide her head. Katie got the message and looked up at me expectantly, eyes full of innocent wonder.

“What should I do now, Daddy?” she asked, her voice carrying only a hint of teasing.
“Close your eyes, baby,” I ordered, voice gentle but firm. Katie obeyed, giggling as she closed her eyes tight.

“Now imagine that in front of you is your favorite flavor of Popsicle. Can you do that?”

Katie nodded enthusiastically, playing the young naïf to the hilt. “I like watermelon best, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Right in front of you is the sweetest, juiciest, tastiest watermelon Popsicle you ever tasted – and it’s such a hot day today. Don’t you need something sweet to cool you down?”

Again Katie nodded, eyes closed, her sweet breasts jiggling with the movement. “Oh yes, Daddy, you’re so nice to bring me my favorite treat. Can I have it now? I’m so hot…”

“Since you’ve been so good… yes, you can have it, baby,” I said, my cock rock-hard and aching for her touch. Katie opened her eyes, said just one word – “Yummy!” – and promptly licked, slowly, from the base of my erect prick to the head, letting out a moan of sheer satiation. Holding the base in her small hands, she began licking over every inch of my cock, treating it for all the world like the best watermelon Popsicle ever. Little moans and sighs escaped her perfect lips, soft slurping and licking sounds that only served to further engorge my throbbing prick. Her large expressive eyes flicked up to lock onto mine, showing me the pleasure she was taking in tasting my dick, then returned to the task at hand, as she coated my shaft and balls in saliva, her soft pink tongue making long strokes on my rigid flesh.

“Enough licking,” I said, roughly. “Suck that Popsicle, you little slut.”

As if she had been waiting for the command, Katie opened wide and plunged her mouth over the end of my dick, sinking down on it to the root; holding there for a moment and forming a tight seal with her lips, she slowly pulled back, a long slurping sound coming from that heavenly mouth as she sucked fiercely, only releasing my cock with reluctance, a long wet trail connecting my swollen head with her wet lips.

I was speechless as she looked up at me, panting and licking her lips, before sinking down on it once more, repeating the entire process, a long, slow, wet, tight suck, before my prick emerged glistening from her teen lips, wet from root to tip.

“Like that, Daddy?” she said coquettishly, head to one side. “Is that what you want?”

“I’ll show you what I want, slut,” I said, my voice dark with passion, loving the way her eyes flashed with each nasty name I called her. I grabbed her hair once more, taking control. I rubbed my wet cockhead back and forth on her lips a few times before pushing inside, and Katie, eyes wide, opened her mouth to take it, moaning blissfully – ‘MmHMM!” – as if this was what she had been waiting for – to have her mouth owned, fucked hard, for me to make her swallow my cock.

Katie’s hands went to my thighs, and then slipped around to cup my ass, as I worked my dick in and out of her mouth, and I could feel the muscles at the back of her throat working as she breathed through her nose, taking every inch. Her beautiful eyes watered but she held firm, letting me guide her, hold her, letting me pump her mouth like I needed, the wet shaft slamming in and out, making sweet slippery sounds, my balls slapping against Katie’s chin, her wet slurps and slobbers turning me on more and more. Her fingers gripped my asscheeks, urging me on, and I was happy to oblige, months of passion spilling free, all of the dark thoughts I had harbored about this stunning girl finally becoming reality; I was going to make her my dripping sex-slave, for as long as I wanted.

I pulled my cock free to let Katie breathe, and she panted, tits heaving as she drooled on my cock, lapping at it with her pink tongue, her twinkling eyes locked on mine. She licked down to my balls, licking and sucking on them, moving from one to the other, going to town on me with gusto.

“You like Daddy’s cock, babygirl?” I asked, holding my shaft up, watching her roll her tongue around my balls. Katie nodded, releasing my sac from her wet lips.

“Oh god yes, Daddy Griff,” the brunette moaned. “It’s so good to finally have this sweet cock to myself, to treat it right, the way you deserve –”

I cut her off by hurriedly grabbing Katie’s upper arm and pulling her to her feet, roughly turning her around and bending her over the couch. Katie gasped and smiled, her hair in her face and her breath coming in quick puffs. She propped herself up on her hands, her legs spreading wide as I flipped her pretty skirt up over her ripe ass, revealing two firm, full peaches of flesh in black lacy panties. Katie looked back over her shoulder at me, eyes entreating, hungry to see what I would do. I kicked off the rest of my clothes, standing naked behind her, looking her over and holding the base of my cock, the head swollen and wet. Katie bit her full lower lip, her low moan filling the room, and rolled her hips, sticking her luscious ass out at me, silently begging for me to touch, to taste, to do what I pleased.

I smiled, knowing that drawing this out would prolong the eventual pleasure, and reached out slowly, putting a hand on her ass over the dark lace, rubbing, caressing the ripe skin. Katie moaned loud, her head back, her body quivering with lust.

“Oh Daddy… Daddy Griff… have I been a good girl? Are you gonna reward me… or have I been so, so bad…?”

“You tell me, babygirl,” I said, kneading the soft, hot flesh a moment longer, and then raising my arm, slow and even, making sure she could see it, palm flat, up over my head, holding there. Katie whimpered louder, biting on the couch cushion, eyes staring, everything about her body language begging for me to complete that movement of my arm, to bring my hand back down, to make hard, sharp contact with her ass. I held it for another long moment, teasing Katie deliciously, until she could take it no longer and opened wide to cry out.

“Daddy, pleas-”

Her words ended abruptly as my hand flew down, spanking her perfect ass, the loud SMACK! echoing through the room. Her behind was pliant, soft yet muscular, toned and firm but yielding and supple. My cock throbbed, my eagerness to feel those cheeks in my hands as I plowed her pussy evident, but all in good time. Katie, eyes closed, was moaning, eyes watering, a look of intense pleasure on her beautiful flushed face.

“Oh, Daddy,” she sighed. “Daddy, Daddy…” Her ass wiggled invitingly at me, and I raised my hand once more, the fingers tingling from the hard contact, and brought it down once more – SMACK!

Katie cried out again, her moans the stuff that wet dreams are made of, and I began spanking her succulent ass with spirit, making her body shake. Katie tossed her head back, her dark locks flying and her big tits shaking, the sounds coming from her delicious mouth becoming more and more like raw animal grunts. She looked into my eyes, mouth open, and I saw the passion writ large there, the joy this was bringing her.

I slowed my fierce slaps on her firm bottom, then stopped, and Katie, panting, rested her head on my hands as I caressed softly. Grabbing the waistband of her delicate panties, I pulled them down, exposing her ass, now marked in red, clear handprints standing out, stinging-hot. She practically purred as I softly stroked her flesh, Daddy making it all better.

I knelt down, my tongue starting to follow my fingers, kissing her ripe ass, licking softly, blowing on the skin, and Katie writhed on the couch, trying to hold still, breath hissing between her teeth.

“Oh my god Daddy,” she said softly. “Thank you… I’m a bad little slut and I deserved that… you punished me so good.” She smiled, licking her wet lips. She added, panting, “have I… earned a… reward?”

“Oh, I definitely think so, baby,” I said, pushing her panties down more, then, as they interfered with the spread of her legs, tearing them free, the sound of the tearing lace seemingly very loud in the small room. I tossed the panties aside (after putting them to my mouth and nose and glorying in the sweet smell of her arousal) then returned my full attention to Katie, and to the sweet, smooth, bare pussy that was now exposed to me. Katie was moving her hips, rocking, unable to keep still, so turned on I could see her pussy juice glistening on her thighs. Unable to hold my hunger back any longer, I kissed my way up her thighs, licking as I went, Katie moaning into the couch – “oh god oh god oh Daddy oh God yes –” as I did so. I stopped, mouth poised over her eager young pussy, the lips wet and slightly open, inviting, the nub of her clit poking free slightly, begging me to feast on it. I obliged, starting to lick up and down on her sweet, wet cunt, long strokes of my voracious tongue.

Katie began to buck and writhe instantly, and my hands held firm on her ass, gripping, digging into the soft flesh, my tongue licking around her hole, lapping up the sweet juices. There’s nothing like the taste of a sweet young pussy (call me crazy, but brunettes really do taste better) and Katie was no exception; I licked and lapped, eyes closed, savoring the spiced-sugar and summer-afternoon musk of her, my dick pulsing and throbbing between my legs, knowing that soon it would be buried in this honey-hole.

Katie was trying hard to muffle her screams and cries with the couch-cushions; I could hear her, moaning through gritted teeth, no comprehensible words, just cries of lust. Every moan urged me on, and I plunged my tongue inside, licking, wriggling deep, causing a new wave of movement to take over the brunette’s body.

“Oh… ffffffFUCK!” Katie cried before biting on the couch cushion again, and I smiled slightly, flickering my tongue in and out, only emerging so that I could suck on her delicious pink clit, gnawing gently, then sliding my hot tongue back inside to fuck her like a wet little cock, exploring as deep as I could into this tight, steamy hole. My lips were clamped to her pussy lips, my trimmed goatee tickling and scratching at her inner thighs, and Katie’s hips were bucking wildly now as I suckled and slurped, noisily eating her wet young cunt like my life depended on it. Oblivious to anything else, I closed my eyes and licked, lapped and sucked my way to her orgasm, which I could sense was building fast; Katie’s arms and legs were trembling, and her pussy began to pulse around my probing tongue, her breath fast and frenzied. Her head came back up off the couch and she reached back to tangle her fingers in my hair.

“Oh Griff… oh yes, that’s it thatsitthatsitthatsIT… oh Jesus, I’ve never… oh my GOD…” Katie jabbered; I plunged on, tongue wildly dipping in and out, wriggling deep, exploring the wet folds of her tight pussy. She pushed back against me, needing me deeper, my face buried happily between her long tan legs. Katie pulled at my hair, making only mewing sounds now, beyond speech as she rode my tongue to orgasm:

“Ohhhhh…. Oh my Daddy… oh DADDY GRIFF YESSSSSS!” she screamed, her cunt juicily squirting on my outstretched tongue, my chin becoming soaked with sticky-sweet juices. I kept up my attentions, licking and lapping as Katie bucked her hips, gasping as each tremor overtook her, shuddering with pleasure as she slowly… slowly calmed down, her body relaxing, limbs unclenching. Katie lay with her head against the couch, breathing hard.

“Oh my fucking god,” I heard her say softly. “Griff… why doesn’t she want your tongue inside her 24 hours a day?”

I laughed, and Katie turned, sitting up on the couch and slipping her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply, licking at my face like a cat, tasting her own sweet pussy on my tongue, my lips, my chin. My hands roamed over her, pulling at her skirt, and she helped me pull it off, stripping herself naked before me.

“God… you’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, looking down at her as she sat on the couch, pink skin glowing in the low light. Katie blushed prettily, cupping her tits and smiling slyly up at me as my hard cock waved and bobbed in her face, her eyes flicking to it before returning to mine.

“You like, Daddy Griff?” she said teasingly, her fingers rubbing over her stiff nipples and her small hands hefting her round tits, holding them up for my approval. In response, I gripped my shaft by the base, sliding it between those perfect globes, and Katie wordlessly wrapped her breasts around the hard rod, spitting on the head and shaft to ease my passage in her deep cleavage.

“Oh… Daddy Griff does like it…” she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulders, holding her tits tight around my dick and watching me as I slid up and down, spitting on the bulbous swollen head every time it emerges from her tits to bump at her sweet lips. As I pumped harder, rougher, she opened up and her mouth enveloped my cockhead with every slick thrust, the force leaning her back against the couch as I propped one foot up beside her, my hips pumping as I fucked those perfect tits, that heavenly mouth. Wet, sloppy, slippery sounds emanated from that teen mouth, intermingled with the occasional happy moan or sigh. My own hands replaced Katie’s, holding her tits tight around my dick, and Katie’s wide eyes, burning into mine, glowed as she slurped and suckled, her fingers straying again between her spread legs to her wet little cunt.

“NO, baby,” I admonished, not losing my rhythm in and out of her cleavage. “There’ll be no touching that sweet little pussy… not yet. That’s all Daddy’s,” I said, losing myself in our little game.

Katie nodded, mouth full of throbbing cockhead, obediently returning her hands to my ass to squeeze and caress as I titfucked her.

“Is your pussy all wet for Daddy?” I asked, teasing, as I stroked.

“Mhmmm!” Katie mumbled around my dick.

“Do you want me to fuck it?”

“MmHMMM!” Katie groaned as she nodded as best she could.

“God… I bet you’re so ready for me to push this cock into your sweet cunt and fuck you nice and hard…”

“MHMMMMMM!” she practically screamed around my cock, the vibrations sending sweet sensations through my body. I relented, pulling out of her mouth, and sliding out of her tits, leaving her sprawled on the couch panting.

“Oh Daddy… Daddy Griff, please…” she moaned, writhing on the couch, showing off that body to me. “Take me… any way you want me… I’ll be good…”

“I know you will, slut,” I said, my voice dark and rough with lust. Grabbing her, I forcefully flipped her on the couch, manhandling that body until she was bent over, knees on the couch and her hands propping her up, that ass and pussy presented to me.

“Oh God, Daddyyyyyy,” Katie practically whined. “Are you gonna fuck me doggy style? You gonna pump me like that, and fuck my pussy so good?” She looked back over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, waiting, and I stepped up behind her, rubbing my wet, aching cock on the cheeks of her ass, making her moan louder.

“Oh you’re gonna keep fucking teasing me aren’t you? Please fuck me… fuck me, fuck me, Daddy!” Her voice was pleading, and I could see from her gleaming thighs that her pussy was soaked by now and ready for another release. I slowly raised my hand, making sure she could see it poised over her ass, made her think she was in for another spanking – and then, suddenly, plunged my rock-hard cock inside that tight, slippery pussy, right to the hilt, my balls resting against her.

“OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!” Katie screamed, gripping the couch, mouth open in an O of pleasure. “Oh DADDY… fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck meee…”

I took a moment to let it sink in; my cock was buried, every inch, inside this velvet-smooth, silky-soft vice-tight pussy of an eighteen-year-old brunette vision of sex, throbbing hard inside her, each pulse sending shudders through her body,

and she was begging for more, for me to take her hard and deep. I didn’t intend to waste another second doing anything other than exactly that.

Reaching up, I took Katie’s long dark hair in my hand, winding it around my fingers, her head pulling back and her mouth open as she realized I was taking the reins. I ground into her hard, cock stiff, hips rolling, making her whimper with pleasure – and then took complete control. Hammering in and out of her tight little hole, I pulled hard on her thick sheaf of raven hair, making Katie feel every inch buried in her steaming, sopping-wet cunt. Months of sexual frustration, of fantasies about Katie, burst free and I pounded her pussy with complete abandon, making her body quiver and tits shake, and making the couch rock on its feet.

“Oh Daddy… Daddy… Daddy Griff… OH GOD DADDY, DON’T STOP FUCKING ME!” Katie shrieked, slamming her body back onto my thrusting prick, meeting my movements, skin slapping against skin, taut and firm. She reached back, gripping my forearms as I plowed into her, that sweet and velvety cunt taking everything I had to offer, stretched tight around my length.

“Daddy?” Katie asked between gasps and moans, her head turned to face me, her lips wet and her face rosy with exertion.

“Yes, Katie, baby?” I replied, slowing my speed but not the power of my thrusts, impaling her on cock over and over.

“Can I … can I cum? I want to cum so bad…” she groaned.

“Well, let me think about that,” I said, a teasing smile on my face, sliding slowly out before slamming home in her pussy once more, making her shriek. “Are you my slut now?” I asked.

“Yes… oh God, yes, Griff, I’m your horny little slut,” Katie hissed, relishing the word, the dirty talk. She rolled her hips, moving my dick inside her as she continued. “I only want this big fat Daddy cock inside me, anytime you want it. I’m your whore, day and night, and I’ll never charge you a penny, Daddy… just please, take me, own me, brand me, and FUCK me till I cum…”

I was in no mood to argue, and dug my fingers afresh into Katie’s lush hips, driving my cock like a jackhammer – long, hard, fast attacks that felt like I was splitting her teen pussy open. Katie lowered her head, hair in a dark curtain around her sweaty face, and took it, biting her lip and groaning with each hard thrust inside her. My own sweat dripping on Katie’s perfect ass and lower back, I increased the power and speed of my fucking, and the pitch and frequency of Katie’s animal cries increased in tandem; I could tell she was riding her way to orgasm now, and I planned on making it an earth-shattering one.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed, her voice incredulous, “don’t stop. Daddy, FUCK my slutty little pussy, hurt me so fucking good…” I could feel the muscles of her pussy walls undulating, contracting, bringing her closer and closer, and I released my hold on her hips, grabbing Katie’s long hair once more, pulling it forcefully back as I renewed my assault on her tender cunt. Over and over I pounded deeper, and Katie pounded her fists on the couch cushions, body writhing mindlessly in desire.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, Griff, that’s it, keep it right there, oh God – oh GOD I’m… oh FFFUCKKKKK MEEEEEEEEE DADDYYYYY!” came the primal cry from Katie’s throat, the bridles of her hair in my hands, leashes to hold my good little doggy slut as she came, gripping me tight, locking my cock inside, buried tight and deep, the sweet juices of her pussy spurting out and down our thighs, each judder and jerk of her body making me cock pulse, a chain reaction lengthening her orgasm and making us ride it out together. I held myself tight inside Katie, pulling her up, my chest against her back and my hands on her round tits, kissing her neck as her breathing began to slow toward normal.

“Oh Griff,” Katie mewed against me, hands in my hair, cupping my face, turning to kiss my cheek. “You didn’t cum…” she said, sounding a little disappointed.

“That’s because we’re not done, babygirl,” I said, kissing those full soft lips. “Not by a long shot.”

Stay tuned for Part 2, feedback welcome!

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