Within the first hour of meeting Katherine, John has the girl bent over in a bathroom stall at a 5-star hotel.
It's a military function, the brass parading and peacocking for each other and their rich patrons. There are oil barons and billionaires and John picks the military brat because when they meet, Katherine looks him right in the eyes and then down between his legs.
They can barely hear the big band playing in the ballroom from the bathroom. It's a lovely accompaniment to the girl's needy, high-pitched whimpers as John's thick fingers spread her open.
John has his sleeves rolled up, the girl balancing against the top of the toilet, cute glittery slacks down around her ankles. She's not spread open as wide as John would like her, but it'll have to do for now. John doesn't intend for this to be the only time they're like this.
"Pretty little hole," he remarks as he rubs her clit with his thumb.
"You like it, sir?" Katherine says the title like it's an insult, and it makes John burn with desire. He wants to put that smart mouth around his cock, gag her out until she's snotty and sobbing.
"It'd look better spread open on my cock."
The girl licks her lips and then looks at John over her shoulder. "You gonna put it in any time this year?"
John snorts and slaps her ass with his large hand. Impatient little thing. She's perfect. John's going to fuck her until she's begging him to stop, and then he's going to keep fucking her.
"Tell me you'll take it all first."
Katherine gives him this look like she's thinking, then a look like she things "all" won't be that much, might even be disappointing.
"Sure."
John pulls a viagra and a travel sized bottle of lube out of his pocket. Once he's popped the pill, he pulls one of Katherine's legs free of her slacks and wraps one hand all around her tan thigh. With a please hum, he pours lube onto his fingers, smearing Katherine's pussy lips and clit before pushing his fingers back in.
"Keep your leg there," he commands, letting go to pull his dick out of his military uniform slacks. It's practically bursting out of his briefs, easily two inches in diameter, a sinful nine inches in length.
Katherine's eyes practically bug out of her head.
"Uh, that's not going to fit."
"You said you'd take it."
"I know what I said! That's still not going to fit."
"I'll make it fit."
And that's all the warning the teen gets before John's pushing his dick in, stretching her open. She cries out and thrashes, and John just grabs her and holds her by the hips even as she squirms and bucks. She's not match against John's strength.
John slides the head inside, and when he tries to push further and there's no give, he pulls back out. Katherine breathes a sigh of relief until she realizes John's just pouring lube onto himself.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. It-"
John pushes back in, the head slipping inside her easily this time, and then he's fucking her teenage pussy open further with every thrust, screwing her open until the stall wall is shaking so hard it feels like it could collapse.
***
John finds out later the girl is General Elizabeth Laswell's daughter, a woman who he has great respect for, and he'd regret what he's done, except he knows that Katherine Laswell is going to be someone's cock sleeve, so she may as well be John's.
They exchange numbers after their bathroom tryst, and in less than 24 hours, Katherine is complaining to him about missing his cock, texting him strings of whining complaints about how she wants attention and dick as he tries to do paperwork. It would be annoying if she weren't so fucking perfect.
He texts her back that they'll have dinner and asks for her address. Katherine gives it to him without hesitation, and at 6 pm, John sends a car to pick her up.
He doesn't know if the girl lies to her mother about where she's going, or even if she's home when the car comes around. She gets dropped off at John's favorite restaurant and shown to a private booth, then gets offered her selection of appetizers.
When John arrives 30 minutes later, the girl practically jumps out of her seat, mouth running a mile a minute about how fancy the place is and how she saw the wine menu and can't she please have a sip of some.
John orders them a bottle, pouring them both a glass. Sure, she's barely 18, too young to legally drink, but if she can drink at home under supervision, why not here under John's watchful eye? He might be a pervert and a deviant, but he's not about to let real harm come to the girl.
"My mom would be so pissed if she knew you let me have wine," Katherine remarks.
"I don't think it's the wine she'd be most upset about," John answers, and Katherine giggles into her drink.
"You're probably right. She's always told me to use protection."
John slips a hand under the table to cup Katherine's pussy, stroking his finger along the slit and clit as he peruses the menu despite knowing what he wants to order. It's worth it for the way the girl squirms and flushes, too stubborn to demand action but clearly craving it.
"Well, there's no chance of that," he says and undoes his pants, the thought of creaming her tight cunt making him so hard so quickly he's dizzy with it. "Pull your pants down."
The girl does as she's told, and John pulls her into her lap, rubbing her pussy through her rapidly dampening panties. The waiter comes around to take their order, and as he walks off John hooks his fingers into the thin fabric and tears it.
Katherine clearly opens her mouth to protest or complain or whine, but John's not interested in that. He's interested in her pussy. He picks up her tiny body and then lowers her equally tine cunt down onto his erection, relishing as Katherine cries out, pussy lips splitting open as she's speared.
You'd think John had gutted her from the way she puts her hands gingerly over her stomach, breathing hard. John's hands tighten on her slim hips, and he starts to move her, pushing her up and down on his cock, using her tight, clenching hole for his own pleasure, closing his eyes as the slick heat all around him ebbs away the stress of the day.
Katherine is vocal, whimpering and gasping and she's fucked, hands flat on the surface of the table. John pulls her down hard and she squeaks, entire body jolting.
"Good girl," John praises. "That's it. Take this fucking cock. This is what you were whining for, wasn't it? This is how you wanted it. You don't want a boyfriend. You don't want to date, you want to fuck. You want a daddy to fill you up, fuck you until you're pregnant."
