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Authors: Selena Kitt
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“More?”
“Yes!” she cried.
He moved in more, and she heard him gasp as her tight ass squeezed him. Adjusting to his girth, she squirmed, feeling him slide in deeper, and deeper still.
“Daddy, is it all the way in?” she gasped.
“Yeah.” He was fully on her now, his breath hot on her neck. “Are you okay?”
“Oh God, yes.” She squeezed him, using the same muscles she’d used to make her asshole wink at him, making him moan. “It feels so good. You’re so big!”
“You like that?” he kissed her cheek, moving his hips just slightly. “You like that big cock in your ass?”
“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, squeezing him again, again. “Please, won’t you fuck me? Fuck my ass!”
She squealed as he sat back, grabbing her hips and pulling her with him, so they were both on their knees. Kyle withdrew about halfway, and then thrust again, making her fist the covers and arch at the sensation. So full!
“God you should see this,” he breathed, his hands kneading the flesh of her behind. “Your gorgeous fucking ass and my dick buried in it.”
She didn’t have to see it. She was feeling it as she rocked back against him, free to move now, free to take him in further. He cried out when she did that, her stomach clenching as she rode that delicious boundary between pleasure and pain. She couldn’t stop her body from moving, from fucking him. The absolute fullness equaled an unimaginable bliss.
“Fuck!” he growled. “You ass is so tight, baby! My fucking God!”
“Is it everything you thought it would be?” she gasped, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
“I can’t even tell you.” He moaned as he started to move faster, his fingers biting into her hips. “So. Fucking. Good. So tight, so
hot
.”
“Oh that’s it,” she whispered, pressing her cheek to the bed, sliding a hand underneath to touch her pussy. Her clit throbbed, begging to be rubbed. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Fuck that tight little ass!”
“Are you touching yourself?” he gasped, driving harder, deeper into her humid depths. “Oh baby, yeah, do it! I want to feel you come.”
“Dadd-eeeeee,” she wailed, as she circled her clit, a desperate spiral, sending her flying over the edge. “Ooooo! Daddy! Coming! Now! Oh now!”
“Holy fuck!” he gasped as her pussy clenched with her orgasm, the tight ring of her sphincter contracting again and again over the head of his cock.
Kayla screamed into the mattress, wave after wave rocking and jolting her body. She thought she probably would have flopped and thrashed right off the bed if she hadn’t been speared by Kyle’s throbbing shaft.
“Good girl,” he growled, grabbing her hips, squeezing hard. “That’s my good little ass whore, isn’t it, Kayla?”
“Oh yes,” she cried, still panting, red-faced, coming up for air. “Come on, Daddy! Fuck your little ass whore until you come!”
“You want my cum, you dirty girl?” he said through clenched teeth, fucking her hard now, so hard it almost hurt, but Kayla didn’t care. She fucked him back, moving her ass on his cock, rolling her hips in his hands.
“I want it, Daddy!” she said, her voice hoarse, throaty. “I want all your hot cum in my dirty little ass!”
“Take it!” he gasped, letting out a howl as he grabbed and thrust himself fiercely into her. “Take all my fucking cum in your ass!”
“Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!” She cried, squeezing him consciously now, wanting to milk every last bit of his cum. She felt the first eruption like she never had before, the tight ring of her sphincter muscle wrapped so hard around his shaft, she could feel his cum traveling the underside of his shaft, exploding deep into her bowels.
Kyle moaned as he pulled slowly out of her before falling on the bed beside her. His face looked more peaceful than she’d ever seen it. She reached over to touch his cheek, smiling.
“Kayla…” he whispered, looking at her with dazed eyes. “You are such a gift.”
“If I am, then you can open me any time you want to.”
“Can I?” His hand reached out to touch her hair, as if he thought she might not be quite real.
She nodded, snuggling up to his broad chest, sheened with sweat.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she breathed, adding, “With you.”
“You really want to do it again?” He sounded incredulous, looking down at her like he’d just discovered gold or struck oil in the backyard.
“I’m not just any ass whore, Daddy,” she said, nodding as she leaned in to kiss him. “I’m
your
ass whore.”
The End
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
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Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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By Selena Kitt
Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.
EXCERPT:
“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not
this
kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a
real
girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.
Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.
She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.
She looks like me.
She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.
“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”
Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t
really
that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it
might
be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.
Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
“Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…