My Daddys Best Friend Gia Blue August 2011

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My Daddys Best Friend By Gia Blue Ive wanted to fuck him since I turned seventeen. Or rather, Ive wanted him to fuck me since I turned seventeen. But I became interested in him long before then, I guessactually from the moment I learned about sex and of all the neat little thi ngs I could do with my pussy. Like having a cock shoved into it. Or fingers. Or a dildo. Ive always found creative ways to sate my raunchy curiosity. And now, at eighteen, I still want to do the nasty with Mr. Parker, my need rising higher e very time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dads best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Par ker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. Hes all macho, complet e with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill b ad guys. Hes able to survive solely on grass and insects or something. Hes not han dsome by todays standardnot a lanky guy in skinny jeans and that whole androgynous thing going on. Hes manly and theres just something about him that makes me wet e ach time he comes within an arms length, causing my body to quiver with need. May be its his toned, muscled body, his soul-melting eyes or his big dick (which I ca n easily spot when he wears his jogging suit). Either way, I want to jump his bo nes. Seriously. Hard core. Of course Mr. Parker isnt interested in me. Or at leas t pretends he isnt. To him, Im just his best friends little girl. Even though in th e past four years Ive grown from a stick figure into a fully developed young woma n. I have a pair of firm D-cup breasts that I

love to stroke and fondle when I masturbate and a shapely ass that all of my fri ends envy. Boys always want to grab my behind, and older perverts cant seem to ke ep their gazes off it when I walk by. Im not a slut, but I like to tease. Okay, m aybe that nudges me closer to being slutastic, but Im very selective about who I sleep with. I dont fuck losers and Ive always been interested in older guys. What can I say? Theyre more experienced in bed. Theres more to sex than just sticking y our dick in the wet hole and jiggling it in and out. They know how to eat a woma n properly, how to make a round of sex last long into the night. Unlike some boy s Ive fucked. A few jabs and they came all over me. Ugh. And Mr. Parker, the obje ct of my desire, is the only one I cant seem to lure into playing choo-choo into my panties. But it doesnt stop me from wanting him. Mr. Parker got divorced a cou ple years ago. The gossip is his wife left him because she couldnt take being alo ne all the time. Which is bull crap. Mr. Parker was often deployed to different countries at moments notice, but hed never left his wife for longer than a few mon ths. I heard rumors that Amanda, cheated on him all the time. People talked. I c aught my mom gabbing to her friends on the phone about the way Amanda would scre w anything that had a cock. From the delivery guy, to the sleazy bar owner on Ki ng Street and a stripper with a strapon. I couldnt understand what kind of woman would want to divorce a man like Mr. Parker. Dumb bitch, apparently. I did a hig h-five in secret when I heard the news Amanda had served Mr. Parker with divorce papers. It had given me the edge I needed to seduce him. I didnt know how and wh en, but I knew someday he would be mine. For the last couple of months, Ive sent him signals. Dad always invites him over for

dinner every Sunday night if he is in the country, or when my dad and his friend s play poker. Mr. Parker always does his best to ignore me, but the guy is lonel y. I know it. I can see it in his eyes, eating away at him. His cock seems to be fighting with his brain whenever I drop my hints, though. Twitching and filling when I lean too close. He has to think Im untouchable. Being his friends daughter and all. My dad doesnt approve of me dressing like a whore. (His words, not mine .) And I dont need to. I can get any guy, even in my Sunday best and covered from head to toe. I just graduated from a good Catholic school and I used to wear th e standard plaid uniforma short skirt and a fitted, white blouse. When Mr. Parker would come over to the house during the day, I would exchange my white bra for a black one and undo the first three buttons of my shirt, so he could see the ta nned line of my cleavage. He always averted his gaze as if he were being chastis ed by an invisible nun. Or if he came at night, I would change into my tight jog ging suit that outlined the shape of my body. Especially my firm little ass. I l iked to wiggle it suggestively whenever he glanced in my direction. And he would always blush. Kind of adorable. To see a grown man blush. But what I like even more was to see a grown man cry. Whenever I ride a guys dick hard and have him un der me, sobbing in pleasure, it makes me feel strong and powerful. Like a goddes s. Two weeks ago, my parents talked about sending me to Brown University. With m y good grades and the credits Id earned, my acceptance had been a slam dunk. My m om and dad attended the school way back when, meeting in their first year, and t heyd decided they wanted me to follow in their footsteps.

I didnt mind. But I had a little unfinished business. Mr. Joseph Parker. I wanted to have him before I left for college. Since Mr. Parker had always ignored my h ints, Id decided Im the one who was going to make the first move. Id seduce him if I had to. This afternoon, I have the house all to myself. My dad and mom are at a charity event at the country club. Done with cleaning my room and fresh from t he shower, I glance out the window and spot Mr. Parkers car parked in front of th e garage. Just my luck, the man of my smutty fantasies is here to return my dads lawnmower. Within seconds, I pull a pink tank top over my head, no bra, white pa nties and cap off the outfit with a matching mini skirt. A quick brush of my hai r and then I head down, barely able to contain my excitement, anticipation risin g, pussy growing heavy and aching with each step. Mr. Parker hoisted the lawn mo wer into the garage when he saw me coming from the nearby kitchen door, taking o ne look at me before averting his gaze. Hey, Jessica. Your dad at home? I saunter leisurely, putting an extra sway in my hips. No. Dad and Mom went to Crown Point. They wont be back until late. Oh, okay. Then Ill just put this here. Tell your dad I cleaned it up and changed the oil. This mower was due for some maintenance. Sure . Um, Mr. Parker, I pout, nibble my lower lip and toy with the edge of my shirt. I wonder if you could give me a hand. Now he looks at me, those deep brown eyes se em to be filled with concern and a little something else. Whats the problem? I did s omething stupid with my bathroom sink. It wont drain, so I used a wire hanger to

try and clean it up. The darn thing broke in the middle and I cant use the sink a t all. Dad told me to leave it alone so he could fix it tomorrow. But I was impa tient and did the pokey thingy again. I tangle my fingers together in front of me , which just manages to create more cleavage for Mr. Parker to ogle. Now the pipe underneath is leaking all over. I thought, maybe, you could help fix it? Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out I made it worse. His eyebrow arches a frac tion. Kids, he mutters. When are they ever going to listen? He nods. Ill just grab a t oolbox from my trunk and see what I can do. Thanks, Mr. Parker. I appreciate it. I flash him my biggest, most innocent-looking smile. Sure. No problem. I pad back to my room, Mr. Parker in tow, and open my bedroom door. A quick tilt of my head a nd I direct him toward my lair. My bathroom is over there. Mr. Parker shimmies pas t me and places his toolbox on the tile floor, so he can examine the sink. While hes distracted, I lean against the door, ever so slowly flick the tiny button on the knob to lock it and then hurry to join him in the bathroom. Crouched, he op ens the cabinet and peers into the dimness, eyebrows pulled together. I dont see a nything leaking. His tone was accusing. I lean against the doorframe. You sure? Mu st be the other pipe. It took him less than a second to realize Id made everything up. He grabs his toolbox, face darkening as he glares at me. This isnt funny, Jes s. I block his way, drop my voice to a seductive purr. No, it isnt. I rose to the ti ps of my toes, lean forward and brush my lips across his, arms snaking around hi s neck as I grind my hips against himletting him know just how much I want him.

Mr. Parker jerks away, hands circling my forearms and keeping me from going fart her. Jessie I wont tell anyone. It would be our little secret. I kiss him again, lick his lips, savoring his taste, the musk. His body tensed in response, face dark. J ess. This is wrong. Why? Because youre my dads friend? That. And youre too young. I e closer while hes distracted, bringing myself flush against his body. Shush. Im eig hteen. Just think about how good this could be... I brush my lips over his again, nibble his lower one and trace it with the tip of my tongue. I wiggle one arm f ree of his grasp and snake my hand down toward his crotch, triumph fills me when I find him hard beneath his jeans. His cock jumps against my hand at first touc h, and I squeeze his erection. I ache to have him slamming into me. I slide my t ongue into his mouth and give him a greedy kiss, giving as much as Im taking. I s avor his taste, cinnamon and clove with a hint of spice. Manly. Mr. Parker wasnt resisting any longer. He returns my kiss. Shy at first, tentative ventures into my mouth, hints of tongue. This is the man I know, quiet and soft-spoken. But th en the kiss changes. Deepens, strengthens and nearly drops me to my knees. Hes ag gressive, demanding, drawing my pleasure out while his hands roam, squeeze and p inch. Fuck. The man knows how to kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth as I knead his erection through the heavy fabric, my pussy growing wetter with each p assing second. Fuck, I want him, in me, on top of me, behind me. God, I dont even care what hole he uses.

His breathing is labored as he murmurs against my mouth, telling me how bad he w ants me, his dirty girl, and his cock is so hard against my palm I know hes telli ng the truth. His voice rumbles through me, like the growl of a big cat, turning me on even more. My bodys response is wanton, nipples hard, pussy clenched and j uices soaking my panties. I whimper when he breaks our kiss, but calm when I see hes just placing the toolbox on the floor, which gives me the opportunity to clo se the bathroom door behind me. No way Im going to let him escape now. Mr. Parker blinks and freezes for a moment, a look of doubt flashes across his features, l etting me know he seemed to have second thoughts. Jessie... I jump on him before h e can say another word and wrap my arms around his shoulders, whispering against his lips. It would be our little secret. No one needs to know about it. Now kiss me. Please. His gaze bores into mine and he pauses another moment before he does what I ask, gives me the same hard, starving kiss as before. His hands roam my back, then he grabs my ass and I reward him by grinding my pelvis against his. H is erection settles easily against my mound, pussy screaming to be filled. Im bey ond hot, Im fucking burning. I want him to fuck my brains out. Twice. I release h im for a moment and nudge him until hes sitting on the toilet seat. Now Ive got ro om to straddle his thighs, beg for what I want. Touch me. I need his hands on me m ore than my next breath. His attention is fixed on my chest and it doesnt look as if hes going to move any time soon. I grab his hands, those work-worn callused h ands, and place them on my breasts, nipples poking him. Mr. Parker lets out a lo w groan, palms covering my ample flesh nicely. He squeezes

me. Gentle and hard, alternating, kneading and playing. Giving me some, but nowh ere near enough. Take it off. I want to feel you on my skin. His voice is deep, al most growling. I want it too. Before I can beg, he whips my tank top over my hea d and his gaze seems to burn when he first sees me topless. Like an addict who h ad been deprived for far too long and was suddenly offered a fix. He cups my bre asts again, fingers rolling and pinching my nipples. I moan, pleasure shooting t hrough my body, settling around my pussy. That felt so damn fucking good and I g round against his erection, the bulge snug against my mound. Lick them. Suck them . Please. Mr. Parker lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue te asing, pressing and teeth nibbling. I throw my head back and cry out. Fuck. His mouth. I arch backward, breast pushing forward, body tight while he sucks me lik e he means it. Hes flicking my nipple back and forth. I love what hes doing, espec ially when he circles the peak of my hard bud. Im creaming in my panties, cunt wa nting. Ive never ached like this for any other guy. Just him, Mr. Parker. He rele ases one nipple and turns to the other. I grab his head and claw his scalp befor e I lower my head and press my face to his hair, inhale a lungful of his scent. God, I cant get enough of him. He smells of sweat, dust and his own musk, just li ke a real man should. His teeth bear down on my breast, a hint of pain slinking through me, and I flinch. Yes, I urge. More. So much more. He does it again. Harder this time. I swear that almost brings me to an instant orgasm. I dont think I cou ld be any wetter, wanting more, so ready to fuck. I love it when guys bite my

nipples. Or mark my breasts with their teeth. It feels so territorial. Like an a lpha male marking his whore-bitch. I quiver from head to toe when he sucks my fl esh deep into his mouth. Fuck. It feels as if my spine will melt at any moment. Like wax on hot tar. By the time hes finished, my panties are saturated with my j uices. Mr. Parker swallows and I trace the path of his Adams apple with my gaze. Y oure so pretty, Jessica. Such a pretty little girl, arent you? He squeezes the glob es of my ass. I preen at his compliment. He sounds sincere and I shudder at the thought of our age difference, of being called a little girl. He runs his hands up my thighs. His rough, battle honed, soldier hands feel rough against my skin. He continues his upward journey, fingers teasing the juncture of my thighs. God. Youre wet. I burn for you, I breathe out. Hmm. He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. So smooth. I like it smooth. Its cleaner, you know? I know guys dont like having hair in their mouths. Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath. I giggle and climb from his lap before tug ging my panties down my legs. A blink later and I lose the skirt too. A flick of my foot and I kick it from my ankle, leaving me nude before my daddys best frien d. Mr. Parker grabs my ass, drawing me closer. He brushes his lips across my bel ly, fingers going to my pussy, teasing my lower lips. I grind against him, getti ng his palm nice and wet with my cream.

Sit on the sink, he orders. I dash away, more than ready for his mouth on me. I ha vent had a good round of oral sex in a while. I plop on the edge of the sink and spread my thighs wide. He groans again at the sight of my pussy. As Id told him, I shave mine until its smooth. I part my sex lips, exposing myself until cool air touches every part of my secret place, until I was sure he saw my tiny, pink ho le. God. A sudden thought makes my heart stutter. If Mr. Parker was as big as he felt, would he really fit into my tight, little cunt? I like a big cock. No lie . I like the feeling of being stretched and filled. I have this big vibrator I n amed Mr. Pink. Its thirteen inches long and has made me squirt multiple times if I jam it in and touch my cervix, fucking myself deep and hard. Ive had long, fun hours with Mr. Pink when my parents werent home. Even though Mr. Pink is fun, not hing beats a real dick. Its hardness, yet supple at the same time. Plus, I love it when guys fuck me so deep I can feel their balls pressing against my clit. Th e way their pubic thatch grazes against my sensitive, bare skin can make me come over and over. Mr. Parker makes a rumbling sound in his throat. Pink and pretty, he tells me. My heart swells with pride. Okay, my pussy too. He rubs my sex lips with his fingers before he lowers his head and licks me, tongue traveling from hole to clit. Sweet Jesus and Mary. What he did sends a high octane lust through me. I mewl like a kitten while he eats me like a pro. Unhurried, really taking his sweet time as if he were savoring a ripe, forbidden fruit. He nibbles, sucks , licks and bruises my sex lips with his teeth. Tugging. Nipping. Tasting. Savor ing and drawing more of my juice from my cunt. I dont mind. I like a little pain. His tongue is everywhere. On my clit. On my opening. Inside me.

God. Im delirious. The pleasure is unbelievable and I wrap my thighs around his h ead while I brace myself on the edge of the sink with one hand. He drives into m e even farther. I cant believe his tongue can reach that deep, but Im not going to complain. He increases his pace, giving me everything I need and Im rising highe r, pleasure pouring through me. It just keeps climbing, body shuddering with eac h breath, ecstasy easing closer. He increases his pace, tongue working me harder and giving me more. Close. He hums against my clit, vibrations traveling through me and my nerves light up, shoving me over the edge until Im coming, crying his n ame. No, not just his name. His first name tumbles from my lips. Joe! Mr. Parker g rowls against my cunt tongue continuing, fucking me until I come a second time, body shuddering and shivering with the pleasure. He laps at my pussy, my cunt, a nd my juices cover his face. Joe, I sob. Oh, Joe. He flicks his tongue against the h ood of my clit. You like it. His voice is gruff, sexy and needy. Dirty little slut. F uck yeah. Im breathless, panting. He leans forward, mouth open, but I stop him. I w ant to suck your cock. Mr. Parker freezes for a moment, then he rises, unbuckling his belt. I slip from the counter and brush his hands aside to help, yanking hi s jeans down once open. My mouth waters when I see hes a commando-type of guy, hi s cock bobbing free as soon as his pants slip down. God.

Hes bigger than I imagined and I cant wait to get my lips around his dick. Its fat, thick and long, the head slightly bigger than a plum. Mr. Parkers balls are larg e, high and look heavy. I lick my lips, imagining his taste. Without letting ano ther second pass, I push him back until hes sitting on the toilet once again. I d rop to my knees and dont hesitate, swallowing him down as much as I can, savoring the first hint of musk and heat and salty sweetness that emanated from his shaf t. Beneath me, he jerks and shivers when I wrap my hands around his dick, massag ing his hot rod while I suck the head of his cock as if my life depends on it. Oh , Jess. He fists my hair, hint of stinging pain melting through me. I didnt know yo u were so good. Suck that cock. He flexes his hips, pushing his arousal deeper in to my mouth. I pull free of him with a loud pop. Ive had plenty of practice. He giv es me a surprised look, eyes going wide, mouth dropping open. Maybe he didnt thin k I was sexually active. Even though Im slutastic at heart, Ive deceived many peop le with my cool and angelic faade. I suck him again, wanting to impress him with my hard-won skills. Soon hes panting, both hands knotted in my hair. His breath h as cut into a string of short staccato heaves as I bob my head up and down. I kn ead his balls as I plunge my mouth down him until the tip of his cock nudges the back of my throat. Im pissed that I cant take him all. Hes too long and fat and I have to really stretch to accommodate his alarming girth. Thats it, suck that fat dick. His fingers dig deeper, as if urging me to take it all, give him more. Take it. Mr. Parkers chest heaves, the expression on his face hardening as if hes trying hard to stave off his orgasm. And I dont want him to come yet. Not before Ive had his cock inside my

pussy. Deep. Hard. Again and again. I give him one last long suck before I pop h is dick out of my mouth and rise to straddle him. He must have figured out what was coming, the tense, wanting expression on his face turning to worry. Doubts w ere probably worming their way back into his mind, so I soothe him. I want you. W anted you for so long. Deep and hard in my pussy. I dont want to leave home befor e I have you. Leave home? His voice is deep and hoarse, cock still hard between my thighs. Im going to Brown this fall. I rock my hips, yanking a moan from within his chest, and my cunt contracts, aching to have him in me. His expression changes from tormented to a dawning realization as to why I was suddenly trapping him in my bathroom. A sliver of anguish flashes on his face, but he composes himself j ust as quickly, biting his lower lip when I rotate my hips. Without another mome nt passing, I crush my mouth against his, kissing him. I need you. Fuck me, pleas e. I curve my back and shift until I can mash my bare pussy lips on his balls, th en slowly I inch up along his hard, veined shaft until I reach the tip, rotate m y hips and bathe the head of his prick with my cream. I ease back down to his ba lls, making him all wet and glazed with my juices. Like an clair. But I like this one better than any from a bakery. Mr. Parker hisses in pleasure, head dropping back and eyes squeezed shut. In everyday life hes a quiet man. Soft-spoken. Cult ured. In sex, hes demanding with a hint of dirty. And I love dirty talk. He prais es me too, alternating between telling me how good I make him feel and what a di rty girl I must be for tempting him. I relish each and every word. Especially wh en I grab his shaft and position it at my

entrance. A dreamy look seeps into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, taking h im inch by fat inch. My pussy resists at first, but Im determined to take him all . His cockhead spears me open, an initial bite of pain instantly followed by a s tretching sensation that I could become addicted to. He gasps when my cunt swall ows the tip. I inhale a lungful of air, then sink down until my cunt engulfs his whole, rigid erection. Our pubis kiss, his balls graze my perineum and I revel in the sensation of being filled by him. Hard. Hot. Throbbing. Fucking fat cock in my cunt. I smile and kiss him, my lips just grazing his. I got him. I finally got him after all these years of wanting. I ease up and down, fucking him in sl ow, shallow thrusts. My tits bounce as I move, my ragged breath matching his. Tak e my cock, Jessie. Take it all. I shove myself down and he groans while I cry out . We kiss as I ride him like a cowgirl. And hes a very fine stallion. Mr. Parker grabs my ass and yanks me down hard, forcing a scream from me. He gyrates his hi ps as if hes looking for a deeper penetration, but Im already so full, stretched a nd packed beyond my imagination. Oh, fuck how I love it. Clit rubbing against th e skin above his cock, his pubic hair teasing my bare lips, prick touching all o f those secret places in my cunt. Mr. Parker pants. We need more space. Lets go to your bed. Wanna fuck that pussy harder. I push down one last time, back arched a nd hands braced on his knees behind me. I dont want to let him go. I rise a littl e and then shove down again, rotating my hips, drawing out a bit

of pleasure before I relent. Fine. Whatever you do, dont stop. You feel so fucking good. You feel so damn good too, baby. Baby. I like the way he called me Baby. So in timate as if I were his real lover. I enjoy the dirty talk, but I like this too. He doesnt think Im just a little girl anymore. He wraps his arm around my waist a nd uses his other hand to support my weight, gripping my ass. He lifts me, opens the bathroom door and trudges toward the bed. My pussy clenches around his cock with each step, pulling my pleasure higher. My back hits the mattress and then hes on top of me, his cock still deep inside my cunt. I tighten my muscles, squee zing his hard rod. He groans, teeth clenching, followed by a deep growl I can fe el from head to toe. Naughty girl. He pushes deep, slamming his hips and rocking m e, tits jiggling. Spank me. I moan, fuck but it feels so good. Im a naughty girl and I deserve a spanking. I want it, crave it, will take whatever he gives me. Mr. P arker slaps my outer thigh, the delicious sting snakes through me and my pussy g rows even wetter around his dick within a heartbeat. He seems to notice that his cock is bathed in my cream. God. You like to be spanked, dont you? Dirty slut. Yes, I like a good spank. Or two. I tighten my legs around him, his shaft still hard in my pussy. He swings his arm and his palm connects with my ass, a hard, firm s lap. I throw my head back, baring my throat, squirming, body trembling from the pleasure and pain and I cant hold back my sob. Oh, Joe. That feels so good. Fuck m e, fuck me now. He slams his cock into me and fucks me like a demented man, prick hitting all of my sensitive nerve endings, my g-spot singing and tempting me cl oser to coming.

Fuckmefuckmefuckme... I cant stop begging, wanting. Take it, Slam. Take my fucking coc k. Hes pistoning, going faster and faster. I love thick, fat cock. And I love to b e fucked by a man who knows how to use his dick. I grab his face and kiss him. H e wraps my hair around his hand, fisting it while he kisses me back with the sam e heat. His tongue thrusts between my lips, fucking my mouth the same way his co ck is fucking my cunt. My body tightens like a bow, hands roaming his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as his fucking pulls and shoves me toward coming, pleasure rising hard and fast. I cant control my body anymore, pussy clenching a round him as if begging for him to go deeper, harder. My orgasm slams into me, c oursing through my veins and stealing my breath. I come so hard I squirt, my jui ces bathing his prick and he notices another of my girlie talents, swearing in a mazement. Youre one of those Only if someone fucks me good and hard. I dig my nails in to his shoulders, tilting my hips to meet his next thrust. And you fuck me beyond good with that fat cock. Baby. He slams into me. My fucking pussy. So wet for me. He kisses me as he starts pounding his cock into me in steady thrusts. Oh. I mewl ag ain. Hes just made me come, but I want to do it again. If he keeps going like thi s, Im going to have to change my sheets for sure. I lick his lips, suck his lower flesh. Youre amazing. Ive dreamt about this for a long time. Having you like this. Inside me. His brown-eyed gaze settles on mine, an incredulous expression flashi ng across his face. You did? Fuck yeah. You didnt?

I He gulps hard. I thought about it. But I couldnt entertain my fantasy. Youre forbidd en. Says who? Your dad I stop him. I dont want to hear about my dad while filled with is dick. Everybody has a secret, and this will be ours. I choke his cock with my p ussy again. He groans in response. Seems he cant take being teased. Shit. Baby. Fu ck. I wiggle beneath him. Make me come again. You fuck me so good. Mr. Parker growl s and hammers me with his cock, fast and hard, until Im seeing butterflies swarmi ng my vision. God. Its heaven. I murmur, urging him to take me harder until a vio lent climax ambushes me. I drift into La-La land while he keeps his pace, retrea ting and advancing, filling me again and again. When I finally float back to rea lity, I notice him grimacing, neck tight, face tense and I can tell hes about to come. Come in my mouth. On my tits. He yanks free of my cunt and pumps his dick, p ointing the head toward my chest. I open my mouth, tongue out, waiting for the d elicious cream filling of my favorite clair. He strokes once. Twice. And spurts, jets of cum splatter my mouth, my chin and dribble down my neck. He cries as he comes. A grown man crying, the most beautiful music to my ears. I collect the cu m with my finger and slip it between my lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor, t he creamy texture. I love his essence and ease forward to suckle his cock until it has nothing left. As it softens, I release him. I hold his gaze, tongue flick ing out to capture any lingering drops of my new favorite

treat. Thank you, I whisper, lips brushing the sensitive skin. For making my dream come true. He didnt seem to expect my heartfelt thanks. He strokes my face, a gent le caress, and smiles before he excuses himself to get cleaned up in the bathroo m. I saunter in while hes washing his hands in the sink and jump into the shower, letting the heat relax me even further. Once done, I flick the curtain aside an d realize Mr. Parker is gone. No goodbye or anything. But I hadnt expected him to hang around, either. I bet deep down he was still rattled with my scheming to g et him into my bed. Maybe he regrets falling for the temptation I presented. Fuc king his best friends daughter. What a dirty old man. But I have no regrets. I go t what Id wanted for so long. I am a devious little slut. Time moves on and days pass without a hint of Mr. Parker stopping by. Mom invites him for the usual Sun day dinner, but he declines, always saying he has errands. I rather miss him. It would be nice to see him one last time before I start my first semester at Brow n. The night before I leave for college, I wake in the middle of the night and f ind someone in my bed. A hand covers my mouth before I can scream. Eyes wide, I cant see a thing in the blackness surrounding me. Heart pumping, I cant hear anyth ing other than the thundering in my ears.

Ssh. Its me, he whispers. My heart skips a beat. Mr. Parker! In my bed! Thank you, sex fairy. I grope in the darkness and grab his face, crushing my lips to him, k iss with a hunger I didnt know I possessed, taking everything that Id missed. Than k fuck, he kisses me back. Our tongues tangle, tasting and savoring until I want to melt like butter. Our breath is ragged when we finally part our lips. He car esses my cheek. Im sorry. I didnt mean to disappear on you. I was confused. Your da d is going to kill me if he ever finds out what happened. But I cant get you out of my mind. I had to see you one last time before you go. Feel this pussy around my cock. One time, baby. Let me have it. His voice is tempting, soft and allurin g. My pussy aches and grows heavy with each whispered word. I sniffle. I was kind a hoping Id see you before I left too. Mr. Parker smiles, brushes his lips across mine, making my heart flutter like a butterfly. Eyes now accustomed to the dark, I look around my room. My door is still locked from the inside. How had he snuc k in? He must have read my confusion. His voice is low, probably so he wont wake my parents sleeping in the master bedroom down the hall. Your window is open. I fo rgot. Mr. Parker is a special commando guy, a man who is a master of sneaking in to forbidden, dangerous places without being detected. He kisses my neck, hands roaming for a moment before he realizes Im naked beneath my blanket. I had mastur bated with Mr. Pink before I drifted to sleep. God. His voice is a hoarse whisper.

I dont hesitate to tempt him. Take off your clothes and join me. The door is locke d and my parents both took a valium before they went to bed. They wont hear us, e ven if theres an earthquake. But we better not make too much noise. Just in case. I nuzzle his neck, teeth nipping his earlobe. Mr. Parker sits up and undresses, stripping his all black clothing and dropping them to the carpet. He really had been ready for this sneak attack. Before long, he slips into bed with me, his wa rm, nude body against mine. No clothes, nothing keeping me from stroking his smo oth skin. I love caressing his toned biceps, his six-pack abs. Mr. Parkers thick, fat and long cock is hard and ready. What is this? He found Mr. Pink. Have you bee n a bad little girl? Im not someone to be embarrassed by being a slut, but I feel a blush heat my cheeks. I was lonely. And horny. Hmm. He brings Mr. Pink to his mout h and licks it. I love the taste of your pussy. Yeah? I get excited and lie back, sp reading my legs. I wouldnt mind a few licks. That big cat growling sound I love pou rs from him. Wider. Give me what I want. A second later, Mr. Parker settles betwee n my legs, tongue flicking and teasing, eating my pussy as if Im the tastiest tre at hes ever had. I scratch at the sheets, fisting them, writhing in pleasure. Ive already had two big orgasms with Mr. Pink tonight. Theyd been good. Normal and en ough to ease some of my tension. But they hadnt been Mr. Parker. He knows how to eat a woman until Im balancing on the edge of ecstasy. Im there, on the very tip o f orgasm, reaching and stretching for it as if Id die if I dont come. He growls ag ainst my pussy, tongue fucking me, lapping, flicking and nibbling my clit. When he takes that bit of nerve filled flesh between his

lips and sucks, I come all over him, body tensing and relaxing in waves. Every n erve is alive and singing. When I finally come back to myself, my gaze clashes w ith his, and he almost whines, making me think hes disappointed I didnt squirt for him. I need a cock, I tell him. Lets try this. He shoves Mr. Pink into my pussy and turns it on. No preamble and straight to the good stuff. I jerk, body tense, fam iliar hum of my toy easing into me. My vibrator is an expensive one. It doesnt ma ke any noise that would reveal someone is secretly having some dirty fun. But it flutters inside me, delivering the sinful sensation I always crave. I squirm as he fucks me with Mr. Pink. God. Its good. Mr. Pink is a big vibrator and I cant t ake the whole length. Even when I jam it in and the tip kisses my cervix, its onl y half its length. Mr. Parker works the vibrator in until Im full. Hes toying with the switch, causing more powerful vibrations to tear through me. He rubs and fu cks it into me in such a way I can sense another climax roaring toward me. It da nces along my spine, circling me as if it were a jungle cat ready to pounce. Eve ry muscle tenses, drawing tight and ready to burst as it builds, crawling, runni ng and dancing toward the end. Its a big one. Huge. And I cant figure out how Im go ing to muffle my scream. Mr. Parker plucks my clit with his other hand, stimulat ing me, while he whispers, that deep voice sweeping through me. Thats it, my littl e slut. Take it. Take that big cock. Beg me for mine. I jerk my hips. Mr. Parker Its too much. I come in that instant, his words hanging in

the air. I practically bend in half as I come. Hard. I gush juice, probably coat ing his hand with my pleasure. He slips the vibrator from my cunt and laps at my cum coating the toy and his hand while I struggle to keep my sanity in check. Mm m. Mr. Parker purrs. You taste so good. I catch my breath and beg. I want your cock in my pussy. Fuck me again like the last time. Jesus. He scrambles from his positio n and settles behind me, spooning me. He nuzzles behind my ear as he pulls my le g up to rest on his hip, leaving me open, and he impales me on his dick. In one thrust, hes in me, stretching and filling like I remember. Oh fuck. Yes, I moan. I love it. Love his cock. Love the way it stretches the tight walls of my cunt. He eases in and out, prick quivering in my depths. I turn my head, searching for h is face and I capture his lips. We fuck, but its not like the last time. He seems to want to go slow, savor the time we have left. Fine by me. Even going slow, t aking his time and teasing me, hand stroking my breasts, stomach and tweaking me clit, he manages to make me come twice more. Im delirious. I love coming multipl e times, but it also makes me sleepy. Mr. Parker hasnt come yet, his stamina amaz es me, his erection still hard as a rock. He slips his cock out of my pussy and replaces it with a couple of fingers, stroking me. He plays with my cunt, making it just right, so good and deep, followed with a playful slap to my pussy. He e ases his fingers free of my heat, wandering, lingering on my ass. Mr. Parker pla ys

over my nether hole, a thrilling sliver of the forbidden races through me as I m oan and tip my hips back toward him. Urging him on. I love getting fucked in the ass. Its dirty. Slutty. Fuck, I need it now that hes toyed with me. He pauses, hi s lips hovering over my ear. Tell me, little girl, have you Been fucked in the ass? I giggle quietly. I love it. Oh. He sucks in a breath. I want your ass. Please. He pos ons his cock head at my back hole. Unlike my pussy, the ring of my sphincter den ies his entrance at first. Well, Mr. Pink doesnt fit in my ass, and Ive never had a guy with such a massive cock fuck me there. Mr. Parker sighs, fingers collecti ng my juice and smearing it over my puckered hole. Hes gentle, nothing but rubbin g for a while, and I relax, enjoy his sweet touching. A finger slips in, opening me. Then a second, stretching a little. I fidget beneath the lewd, dirty feelin gs of pleasure he draws out of me. Like isnt even the word. Ready now, he presses the tip of his dick against my ass, the ring of my hole yields, letting him in. Oh so slowly, he eases forward, inch by inch, until hes buried in me. Im taken, c onquered, his in every way now. Oh, sweet Jesus. I cant believe how good it is. W hen he moves, fucking me in shallow thrusts, my pussy creams, empty and neglecte d. Wanting. You okay, baby? His tone is so soft and sweet. Concerned. So good. I lo ve it. Oh, babe. He kisses me. Tender instead of the racing passion we had earlier.

Can you fuck my pussy too? Im a greedy whore. I admit it. Fingers? I need something bi gger. Slutastic. Thats me. He grabs Mr. Pink. This? I nod. Fuck. Youre a naughty girl, Jessica. But you like fucking a naughty girl. Your dirty little slut. I love it. He shoves Mr. Pink into my pussy and fucks me slow like hes fucking my ass. I bite m y lip again so I dont scream. I love double penetration. Having all my holes fill ed. A third cock would fit in my mouth, give me everything I could ever want. It waters at the thought of a hard dick against my tongue. Jessica Hmm? He kisses me op en-mouthed as we both ride the endorphins slowly toward completion. No fuck-your -brains-out-sex this time. We dont want to make too much noise. And it seems Mr. Parker wants to make himself last as long as possible. I come three times before he finally cant hold out any longer and lets himself go. He abandons Mr. Pink, g rabs my hips and thrusts a dozen times before he surrenders. He comes in my ass, filling my back passage with his hot seed. His cock spasms more than seven time s before it finally stops. I choke his shaft with my anal muscles. He swears, th en chuckles quietly. Mr. Parker withdraws so I can turn around and face him. We kiss, our limbs tangled in a

lovers embrace. I caress the side of his jaw. His five oclock stubble feels rough against the smooth skin of my palm. I realize then that Ive never cared for any m an much as I care for him. Of course I wont tell him. I dont want to scare him. Mr . Parker will always hold a special place in my heart. Hes the first man Ive ever fantasized about. When I masturbated for the first time, I imagined him fingerin g me. When my first boyfriend took my virginity, I closed my eyes and pictured M r. Parker taking me. It has always been Mr. Joseph Parker. My fantasy man. I wan t to say a thousand things to him about my feelings. My emotions. But I had bett er not. I dont want to ruin the moment. And Mr. Parker seems to be the type of ma n who doesnt convey his feelings with words. So we only kiss. And touch. And kiss again until we both fall asleep. In the morning I wake and see Mr. Parker is go ne. So is Mr. Pink. I figure hes taken it as a souvenir and I dont mind. Actually, it seems kind of sweet. He probably wanted something to remind him of our encou nter. Either that or he wanted to use it on himself. I giggle. Nah. Mr. Parker i s too macho to do something like that. Later, my parents drive me to Rhode Islan d and Im heading off into the real world, living on my own for the first time. An d I cant wait. When I get to school I find out Ive got a roommate who loves sex, l oves to experiment and we do...on each other. It doesnt take long for me to realiz e college life is fun. I work hard and play harder. I dont date. I hate having bo yfriends, because they always get all jealous and macho

when I flirt with other men. Im a flirt and I dont apologize for it. Ive fucked sev eral guys now, but none of them have been as special as Mr. Parker. And I havent heard anything from him since that special night. Honestly, Im kind of disappoint ed. I figure he could at least pick up the phone and say hello. Then again, he p robably doesnt want to and I shouldnt expect much. It had been a physical thing. T hats it. Still, I wonder about him. I call my mom over the weekend and ask her ab out Mr. Parker. Oh, Joseph was deployed to Iraq not long after you left. What? Is h e okay, not getting killed or anything? I couldnt help but let a trace of worry se ep into my tone. I suppose hes okay. You know how spec-op people are. We would kno w if he got hurt or anything. Were listed as his emergency contact. Why? My mom so unds suspicious and I backpedal. Nothing. Just curious. I read that a bunch of so ldiers died in Iraq this month. It would suck if he were one of them. Oh. Yeah, I know what you mean. Dont worry, sweetie. Hes okay. I lick my lips, praying shes righ t. I hope so. Two months pass and I do my best to push him out of my mind. But lat er I finally hear about Mr. Parker. Actually, he just sort of showed up on campu s. Im talking to my friends after class when I look over and spot a man in a whit e shirt and faded jeans climb from a generic sedan. I stare at him, my heart thu ndering. Joseph Parker. In the flesh. Here.

I didnt think, I just run to him and leap into his arms, kiss him before he can s ay anything. I dont care if anyone is watching. Or if hes twice my age. He doesnt l ook old enough to be my dadmaybe its his military training thats kept him looking f it and young. I missed you, I confide. I really did. I missed you too. He looks around . Is there somewhere we could talk? Are you staying in a hotel? Holiday Inn. I lick my lips, aching to taste him again. Lets go there. We drive to his hotel and go up to his room. Hes barely closed the door before I pounce on him. What can I say? I r eally missed him. We undress each other, tossing clothes. Im in bed when he aband ons me to rummage through his bag, taking something out and holding it high in t riumph. Its Mr. Pink wrapped in plastic. You did steal Mr. Pink. I laugh. I wanted t o remember your smell. Your taste. He climbs into bed next to me and reaches out to stroke my hair. I dont know if you want to hear it, but Ive been thinking about you all the time. Hell, I think about you all the time. I smile. No shit. Scouts honor I put two fingers together and touch my forehead. His gaze remains fixed on me. J essie, I dont want to intrude on your personal life, but I wondered if we could s ee each other from time to time. I smile. I like where this is going. Like boyfrie nd-girlfriend?

Your dad will kill me if I kiss him to shut him up. He doesnt need to know. My family doesnt need to know what were doing. Were adults. Its our own business if were seein g each other. It would be our little secret. Mr. Parker nods and joins my smile. I t would be our little secret.

About the Author: Gia Blue writes smut because she s been cursed with an unbelie vably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then rel easing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she s traded in her pole for a Mac. She s embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into j olly, one-handed readers. She d shake your hand, but it looks like you re busy. http:// giablue.com