As parties went, it was a fairly typical one. A full house, loud music and lots of alcohol. Jessica took a sip of her drink and cast her eye around. Though the short blue dress and long white socks she wore had gotten her plenty of admiring glances so far, she still hadn’t seen the person she had dressed for.
The message had been simple when she had asked about her costume, ‘Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?’ She had the blue dress shortened, the inbuilt petticoat puffing it out so it was in danger of flashing her underwear if she bent down at the wrong time. Saved from looking too slutty by socks which covered her thighs almost to the curve of her ass, the red cape gave the whole thing a showy air that she knew would be appreciated.
Jessica had been there for over an hour when he arrived. She had enjoyed it, chatting and laughing, but with one eye always on the door. When Chris finally appeared, her stomach lurched with excitement. Dressed in jeans and a red checked shirt, he had tufts of grey fur coming from his cuffs and collar. ‘Big bad wolf indeed,’ she thought to herself with a wry smile.
Chris wandered into the kitchen and gave her a soft smile, but didn’t interrupt her conversation. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and began to talk to someone behind, causing Jessica to wonder just where his eyes would be and how quickly she could get his attention.
Leaning forward slightly, she placed her elbows on the kitchen work top. To her companion, looking on, she merely looked like she was drinking without lifting her drink yet she knew that Chris would see the hint of presentation about her pose, the soft sensitive skin of her thighs now exposed to his gaze.
It was only minutes before he joined them, passing pleasantries to the other party goers even as his hand strayed to finally touch Jessica. At first his fingers just brushed, almost by accident, along the seam at the top of her socks. Then a longer, more possessive stroke as he curled his fingers around to the inside of her thigh. Swaying slightly with a dreamy smile on her face, Jessica felt like purring. His hands on her always felt so good and she knew her teasing had worked.
She stood and moved in front of him slightly, enough for her ass to press against the front of his jeans. With a jolt of excitement she realised that already his cock was hardening. Chris growled softly and she pushed back into him with a sigh, leaning against him for a few seconds before pulling away. With a smile at his reaction she walked away, exaggerating slightly the sway of her hips as she left to go to the bathroom.
Jessica heard his footsteps in the hallway as he followed her and she walked faster, hoping to get away from him. This game of cat and mouse was exciting, the thrill of his touch in such a public place already setting her pulse racing. She had only gone a few steps, her heels hindering her from moving too quickly when Chris caught her cape.
The pull on her neck was immediate and she stopped with a gasp, fearful of pulling too hard. Using the fabric as leverage, Chris pulled her in against him with another low growl, wrapping his arm around her waist and marching her into the bathroom.
As soon as the door was shut and locked he turned to her, grabbing a handful of her hair as he pulled her into his body. “You little tease,” he whispered in her ear, using his other hand to grab her ass. Pressed against him, head tipped back by his hand in her hair Jessica laughed softly. “You can’t have me dressed like this and not expect me to tease, the dress is a tease in itself!” she smiled in return, his familiar touch under her skirt provoking a flush across her cheeks.
“I can do what I want Jessica,” he reminded her with a rough tug on her hair, “I decide what I take from you.” He kissed her deeply, hands still roaming across the curvature of her ass before freeing her. “To the sink, hands on the counter, eyes on me in the mirror, legs apart. Now.” Chris’s voice had the tone she knew better than to argue with, so with a shiver of anticipation, she complied.
Once she was in position he stood behind her, eyes roving over her body before coming back to meet hers in the mirror. He watched her lips part and an objection die on her lips as he lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing the white cotton of her underwear.
Chris slid a hand over the the soft fabric as she sighed softly with the pleasure of his touch. “Take them off,” he instructed, eyes still on hers in the mirror and Jessica hooked her thumbs into the waist, sliding her underwear to the floor and stepping out of them. He bent and picked them up, slipping them into his pocket before taking position behind her once more.
Rachael heard the metallic whisper as Chris unfastened his jeans and suppressed a smirk. “I saw that,” he warned, his hand cracking across her thigh in warning and she gasped as the shock and pain added to the flush spread across her face. He stood behind her and the tip of his erect cock brushed softly against her pussy. “I will get what I want, you may get what you want,” Chris whispered, the words soft yet slightly menacing.
“I want you Chris,” she whispered, rocking her hips softly as she tried to increase the contact between them, “please…” Chris watched her in the mirror and smiled. Stepping away from his breathless toy, he unlocked the door. His smile widened as he saw the realisation dawning on her face, that at any moment they could be interrupted.
Pressing back in close to her, he teased “Still want me, Princess?”
His cock slid easily across the delicate folds of her pussy, stealing her breath and rational thought. “Please…”she whispered, though was torn between wanting him to stop, to lock the door or to take her there and then. Tormented, she moaned softly as with a push of his hips the head of his cock parted her soft lips.
Jessica let out another soft moan, her lips remaining parted as she drew in a deep breath. Her eyes darted from Chris’ reflection to the door, audible voices outside making her fears that they were about to be caught a very real possibility.
“Don’t want them to see you being fucked like a little slut?” Chris teased and inched back. Jessica responded before she could consider, pushing back and leaning forward, the head of his cock slipping back easily across the slickness between her legs.
“Please..” She begged, her need for him overcoming any concerns about being caught. “Please..fuck me, Daddy, please.”
“Good girl,” He smiled and reached down to grip her hips. Holding her in place, Chris pushed his hips back and forth, his cock rubbing against her but never entering her. Occasionally the head would brush against her swollen clit and Jessica moaned for him, pinned in place by his strong grip and unable to alter the angle and feel him deep inside of her.
“Beg for it,” He ordered, never varying his angle, maddening both of them with the easy slide of movement that left both of them wanting more. “You teased me and I will continue to tease you until I think you are sorry. Now beg.”
Unrelentingly, he continued as Jessica whimpered, watching the satisfaction and concentration on his face. “Daddy, please,” she whispered, breaking off with a gasp as his fingers dug painfully into her hips. “Louder, Princess,” Chris interrupted, “Don’t be shy now..”
In a torrent of words, Jessica began to beg. Punctuated by gasps as the heat of his cock teased her tender flesh, the words running together and tumbling from her lips as she surrendered completely to him. “Please Daddy, please fuck me. Fuck me here, fuck me hard, let me feel your cock fill me up. I want this, I want you, please Daddy please!”
With a groan of his own, Chris responded by pushing her further forward, changing the angle between them so at his next push forward his cock filled her. Jessica was wet, but tight and he filled her completely. Pausing as his hips rested against her ass to give her chance to adjust to the pulse of him inside her pussy, Chris groaned as her wet heat enveloped him. “Good girl,” He murmured, one hand leaving her waist to take a full grip of her hair.
“Keep your eyes on me, little one,” he ordered once more before starting to slowly thrust in and out of her. Caught between his hips and the sink Jessica was unable to escape, only to offer herself to him, pushing back into his hips to take every inch he pushed inside her. “Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy,” she gasped, watching the man she adored take his pleasure from her.
They moved together, the noise of soft gasps and the soft slap of his body against hers filling the room. Jessica bit her lip to keep from crying out as Chris fucked her hard and steadily. “Please, Daddy,” She murmured, knowing the trembling in her legs and the desperation on her face would finish the sentence for her. Reading the signals from the body he knew so well Chris did not relent, only replying “Soon, Princess, wait for Daddy.”
Chris enjoyed the clench of her pussy around his cock, judging his speed and depth from the gasps and moans emanating quietly from Jessica. He watched her in the mirror, his own pleasure echoing her own, his orgasm fast approaching as she fought to control hers.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he growled through gritted teeth, hands like iron holding her in place as he continued to fuck her without mercy. “Please Daddy, cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum, let me cum for you Daddy, please.” She replied in a strained whisper, moving with him even as she tensed with the effort to hold back her own orgasm.
“Cum for Daddy, Princess.” Chris’ words ended as his own orgasm engulfed his body, Jessica’s following almost immediately as at last she relinquished her self control. “Thank you Daddy, thank you, thank you,” she panted, her body tight around his as he pumped wave after wave into her tight pussy.
With a shudder Chris pulled her in tight against him, his grip on her hair relaxing before he slid his hands around her waist. His lips found her neck, murmuring sweet words against the flushed and damp skin of her neck, tasting her racing pulse as they both took a few moments to enjoy the remaining tremors of orgasm.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Jessica whispered, turning as he pulled away slightly and rearranged his clothing. Once he had fastened his jeans Chris reached for her, using a single finger to tilt her chin up towards him for a kiss. Wrapped in his arms, Jessica kissed him deeply, her tongue seeking his as she pressed in tightly against him.
They kissed for long moments, sensuality returning after the frantic passion of what had come before. As Chris arranged her skirt, Jessica ran her hands through her hair, combing it back into place but knowing the glow on her face would reveal easily what they had been doing if the mess of her hair didn’t.
Modesty intact she turned to Chris and reached for his pocket. “Oh no you don’t,” he laughed, “those are mine. You can spend the rest of the night without them for teasing me in the first place.” He swatted her hands away and pushed her towards the door.
“But what about…well, you know..” Jessica stammered, her face red as they left the confines of the bathroom and he steered her towards the noise of the party. “You mean this?” He asked, pushing her into the wall and reaching between her legs. His fingers came back slick with viscous fluid and she nodded, taking the proffered digits into her mouth and savouring the taste of their lovemaking as she sucked them clean.
“Better be quick, little one,” he teased, “before any sees what a little slut you are, licking my cum from my hand like you are.” Chris reached again between her legs, offering her fingers coated with cum. Eagerly she took them between her lips again, repeating each time he offered until though messy, she was no longer dripping with cum.
“Maybe later I’ll let you suck my cock until I cum, would you like that, little one?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear as another partygoer pushed past them in the narrow hallway. When she nodded, he smiled in response and pulled her back towards the party with a softly spoken “Good girl.”
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