"Fucking. Take. It." Each word grunted as I slammed my hips down. "Take. It. You. Filthy." I drove my cock in and held it just a beat longer for these last words. "Little... Slut..."
SMACK
Megan squealed as I slapped her ass. Her thighs trembled as they wrapped back around me. I pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail with both fists, loving how that looked. It was dyed blonde just this afternoon. She looked stunning when she arrived home this evening, but she was cuter when she flushed dark pink as I told her I was going to fuck her hard enough to turn her hair white instead. Now I was doing just that. My hand pressed the small of her back down into our bed, and I hoisted her hips up to renew my assault on her soaked pussy. Each time she tried to rise, I pushed her back down more forcefully.
"You're going to take it like a good little girl, aren't you, baby?"
I only got a long moan in response.
"Use your words...."
"Yessss I... ohfuckkkk.... baby I'm... baby I'm gonna take it... I need to take that fat cock... that cock in my pussy.... babbyyyy.... fuck my naughty little cunt... fuck it daddyyyooHHHGODDDdddd"
She erupted. I could feel her squirt all over my thighs, splattering down onto my feet. I kept railing her into the bed, careful to not let up at all. Her feet left the floor, kicking the air behind me as I split her open. SMACK. My hand crashed down on her ass again and again and again. She flailed in her pleasure, and I grunted as I got close to my own cliff. She could feel it and looked back at me as she came back to her senses.
"Baby... Jon... please... gimme that cum baby..." Her eyes were pleading with me. She really needed it. I sped up my thrusts as she clenched her battered cunt over my shaft. I groaned and pressed my chest to her back.
"Fill me up daddy, please, baby gimme that load... you know I need it... I need to be filled... by you... gimmmeeeeee..."
"oh my god... cumming..." I gasped it out. Our mouths met. My tongue found hers. An involuntary whimper escaped my chest, causing her lips to twist into a grin, as I emptied myself. I could feel the condom swelling around my swollen cock as my balls drew up. More and more and more of my seed flowed into the rubber. She felt it and moaned, gyrating her hips to coax the last drops from me. Finally, I collapsed, spent, and pulled her into my chest as my cock slowly deflated and slipped from her with a soft squelch.
I was on top of the world. It had been two months since Rebecca had moved out. Two months of being "empty-nesters." Honestly, I almost felt bad for how much we were loving it. Megan and I had Rebecca so young, had been married shortly after, and this was the first time in our adult lives that we only had ourselves to look after. To put it simply, we were having fun. We were both working out, we were trying new restaurants, we were fucking like animals every night, work was going well for both of us, and just about everything was looking up. Maybe our 40s would turn out to be a magical decade after all. We had both feared that birthday to be sure, but both Megan's and mine passed almost without note -- within a week of each other nonetheless. As I pulled my wife into my chest, feeling her nuzzling into me, I couldn't believe just how lucky I was.
The only catch was Emily. Rebecca's best friend had moved into the studio apartment attached to our house just before she and Rebecca started classes this semester. While the past two months had passed without serious incident -- three late-night reprimands for loud music, and a rent check that bounced and took a week to set straight -- an odd routine had developed. To be more specific, I had developed an odd routine. As a young woman exploring the world for the first time, Emily seemed to have a lot of stress, a high sex drive, and the unfortunate -- well, I guess that depends on who you ask -- habit of relieving that stress late at night in the shower. It just so happened that her shower shared a wall with my library. At least three times per week -- sometimes more -- I would find myself listening intently to the sounds of running water, the high pitched whine of a vibrator, and the half mumbled stream of consciousness that my daughter's best friend would let out as she drove herself to the peak of orgasm after orgasm mere feet away from me.
I would like to say that I simply avoided these situations. I would like to say that I left Emily to her private business in peace. I would like to say that, but I can't. Rather, I made it my nightly routine to settle into my favorite armchair after Megan drifted off to sleep, open a book or a journal -- in my defense, I was being quite studious and productive as long as the shower was turned off -- and wait. Some nights nothing happened. Those nights did wonders for my research output; the Chair of my department was already complimenting me on my sudden creative streak. Some nights Emily was quick, only moaning softly, nearly imperceptibly, once or twice before turning off the water. Some nights, the nights I admit I longed for, she would be going at it for the better part of an hour, building to a crescendo, climax after climax, each louder than the last, screaming out the filthiest things I had ever heard. Most of these exclamations were lost amid a sea of whimpers, cries, and other incoherent noises, but some were clear enough to make my cock explode in my fist two or even three times before she was finished -- even after I had fucked Megan to sleep.
My eyes were opened to just how needy and naughty a young woman's mind could get. She ventriloquized men. She roleplayed about herself and another woman. She begged for a cock up her tight little ass and another up her cunt. She would even plead for a "fat daddy cock" to knock her up. Her fantasies seemed to get more and more filthy as time went on, and I had started incorporating her language into my diatribes at Megan when we made love. It worked wonders. From never even adventuring so far as to try sex toys together, Megan and I were now bringing each other to mind-blowing orgasms nearly every single night, thanks in no small part to the fantasies I took from an unwitting Emily.
I would ease Megan into these fantasies with her legs up over my shoulders. She was so needy for my mouth and fingers, so I would tease her inner thighs as I introduced each lurid thought. Posing questions about how badly she needed my cock, noting how incredibly wet her cunt was getting, calling her names like 'needy pet or 'good little girl,' she was putty in my hands. The other innovation that made her melt for me was the introduction of her vibrator. Again, taking the idea from Emily's near-constant use of her own toy, I had shopped around and purchased one for Megan for her birthday. It was small, barely large enough to cover her clit, but it did the job. Dragging it over the tops of her thighs, down to her ass, along the sensitive skin of her pubic mound, I made her squirm for me before I even put a finger inside her. When I finally did insert a finger -- maybe two, sometimes three -- she came immediately more often than not. Although she would scream and squirt so quickly, I always kept up my assault until she was a whimpering, soaked mess.
Only then would I move up her body, push my cock into her mouth, and let her taste how hard that display of her passion had gotten me. She loved it. I never knew it before, but I had quite the little submissive on my hands. Sure, she would play it tough from time to time, but nothing made her quite as wet as me taking control. By the time she had my cock in her mouth -- either on her back with me straddling her chest, or on her stomach leaning off the bed, depending on how I wanted to take her that night -- I was telling her what to do rather than asking. She never disobeyed. She just looked up at me with her big brown eyes and made a show of sucking my cock long and hard and sloppily as I told her what a good girl she was. And she was so good for me. It was always hard to pull my cock away to fuck her before she made me cum in her mouth, and sometimes I just let her swallow my load instead. Those nights were divine, and the look in her eyes as she tasted my load and dutifully swallowed always made me give her every drop I had in me.
When I did make it to fucking her, she became my "naughty little slut" rather than my "good girl." She loved it. I could feel the difference in her pussy whenever I switched those labels. She would whimper, grip my cock, and a fresh flood of wetness would flow out of her. So I fucked my naughty little slut. I told her how bad she was for being so easy for my big daddy cock, railing her until we were both satisfied. At the end of it all, I would be filling a condom inside of Megan's battered cunt while holding her until she fell asleep.
She was such a heavy sleeper that she never felt me rise, dispose of the condom, clean myself off, and head to my library. She never stirred as I settled down with my book. She somehow, inexplicably, never broke her rhythm of light snores, even as I listened to our 19-year-old tenant fuck herself silly, and I emptied my balls over and over again to that image.
Tonight was no different. My cock stirred in anticipation as I heard the shower turn on, and I set my book to the side. Pausing to confirm that Megan was still snoring, blissfully unaware, I slowly peeled off my t-shirt and slipped my hand down below the elastic waistline of my sweatpants. I listened.
"mmmmmmgoddddd"
