Ch. 05: The Shy One
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.
Before Rich now stood a scene so intensely erotic and so improbable that most people would call it 'too unrealistic' in all but the cheesiest of pornos. Five barely legal teenage sluts, all of different descriptions and bearing different appeals, his own daughter among them, all covered in gallons of his thick cum after an intense five-on-one blowjob. And now he was faced with a choice, a choice that every man has fantasized about at least once in their life, a choice very few would ever be able to make. He smiled, looking over the buffet of teenage sex before him. "Now... Who's going to be first?"
Each girl before him was astonishingly beautiful, the sort of beauties that a man might brag about for the rest of his life, an indulgence that few would be able to experience even once. His sweet little girl, Samantha, not quite so innocent in his eyes anymore, with hypnotically alluring, glossy black pouty and talented lips. The devoted one, Rosa, her hourglass figure still softly trembling as the last vestiges of a powerful orgasm faded to afterglow, her fingers still teasing out the last of it from her sensitive folds. The proud one, Diamond, with an amazonian body and a mind-boggling ass, wrapped in dark chocolate skin that contrasted sharply against his pearly load on her features. The wild one, Anna, with bright copper locks and tits that could only be called 'epic', with a dirty mouth that always knew what buttons to push. And finally, the shy one, Aiko, a petite Japanese beauty with a tight, toned body and what looked to be a fixation with his seed, her body still softly shivering as she eagerly lapped his ball-batter from her face and hands.
"How about... he began, looking thoughtful. The choice was certainly a challenge... but there was one he knew he had to take first. "Aiko." He announced. At the mention of her name, Aiko looked up, blinking as though she was snapping out of some sort of trance. She looked confused for a moment, then realized what she had just been doing. Her face turned nearly crimson, and she looked almost like she would panic. But then another realization hit her, that she'd been picked. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the man towering over her, confusion and surprise on her face. "...Me?" She managed to squeak out softly, her voice barely a whisper, heart pounding in her chest with anticipation and fear.
Rich smirked. "Yes, you." He confirmed with a nod, stepping closer and offering her a strong hand to help her to her feet. The other girls felt pangs of disappointment as they realized they were to be left behind. Some were understanding, some envious, some completely surprised by their own reaction to the news. Aiko could only kneel there, staring blankly at the offered hand. She could hardly believe it was happening, she couldn't even reach out for it, for fear that it all would be revealed to be some kind of dream or hallucination, that he would pop like a soap bubble and she'd know that none of it was real.
The silent moment wore on for a beat. And another. And another. Seeing her hesitance, Rich smiled and hook his head. Swiftly, he dropped into a crouch, wrapping his massive arms around her stunned form and scooping her up in a bridal carry, an arm behind her shoulders and beneath her knees. Aiko's face stayed flushed at he effortlessly lifted her off the floor and returned to his feet, barely managing a wordless squeak as she looked up at him in awe. He smiled down to her. "No time to waste, milday, there's much fun to be had." He chuckled, and swiftly carried her off, mounting the stairs two-by-two and making hiw way to the guest room.
He quickly hip-checked the door open and bore her inside, nudging the light switch with an elbow. It wasn't the fanciest room in the house, certainly, with simple furniture and bare walls, but it was clean and it would certainly satisfy for the moment. The girls often used the room for extra beds during their almost-weekly sleepovers, so it was familiar ground for the both of them. He swiftly crossed the room in a handful of long strides, and gently deposited the still-speechless teen on the edge of the bed before turning and shutting the door. Aiko was still stunned by how quickly everything was happening, thoughts drowned in a churning sea of shame, fear, anticipation, and desire, which was not helped by the view of Rich crossing the room again, his naked, muscular frame moving with confidence and strength, his foot-and-a-half cock swinging side to side with the movement of his hips, like some lewd divining rod leading him toward her.
Somewhat to her surprise, and perhaps a bit to her disappointment, Rich didn't simply push her down to the mattress and ravage her, instead, he carefully sat himself next to her on the edge of it. He made no move beyond that, a moment of silence filling the air before he spoke. "So... Aiko. Before... before anything more happens. I want to be sure you're okay with... well, all this." He said, gesturing vaguely, his tone serious once again. "I know you agreed to it before, but I also know you're not... not a very forceful girl. I want to be sure you're actually fine with this, and not just being dragged along by peer pressure. If you're not comfortable with anything, kissing, touching, oral, sex, wherever you want to draw the line... All you have to do is let me know, and I'll respect it. Nobody's gonna force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." He spelled out, trying to be as clear as possible. He gave a wry smirk and straitened up, resting a hand on his chest, looking as formal and snooty as one could while entirely naked and sporting a titanic erection. "I'm nothing if not a gentleman." He said, in a somewhat silly tone, trying to put her at ease a bit.
When he finished speaking, Aiko could only look up to him, her expression a mixture of awe and intense affection. She had to look away, gathering her thoughts. She swallowed, as though that would make the words come easier. "Th-thank you, Mr. Johnson... I'm glad you're worried about me. B-but, I'm okay." She replied, looking up to him once again, giving a small, reassuring smile. "I-I'm just a little... nervous, I guess." She elaborated, her eyes downcast once again. "I keep... I keep thinking this has to be some... some sort of dream. Like... like I'm going to touch you and you'll just disappear and I'll wake up knowing... knowing none of this could actually happen to me..." She tried to explain, her voice quivering as she spoke the last words. She looked up to him once again. "I... I wanted something like this for... for so long... W-well, not exactly like this... I mean, it was just us two in my... fantasy... And we were married..." She realized what she'd confessed to and her face flushed once again.
He gave a sly smile, leaning closer to her. "Oh really? Married, huh? Sounds like quite a crush." He commented, which only made her blush brighter, eyes once more averting to stare into the floor. She gave a barely-perceptible nod after a moment of silence. His grin grew wider. He wasn't quite sure why, but he was enjoying her reactions immensely. Her embarrassment made her cuter, and he couldn't help but be tempted to tease her more. That would be cruel, though. His smirk softened to a warm smile, and he reached out, putting one finger gently under her chin and steering it toward him. "Well, it would be a shame to disappoint such a beautiful girl after such a long wait." He whispered softly, and leaned forward.
Their lips net, gently at first, just a chaste kiss. Slowly, he intensified their contact, tilting his head and parting his lips slightly. His tongue soon probed forward, tasting her cherry-glossed lips, then parting them and invading her mouth. His strong arm wrapped around her body, hand coming to rest on her waist, and pulling her body against his powerful frame. The kiss swiftly grew more and more intense, his tongue coiling around hers, his strong and confident while hers was tender and shy. The kiss seemed to go on forever.
When their lips parted, both paused for a moment, panting to catch their breath, faces just inches apart. "So, how do I compare to your imagination?" He asked with a grin.
Still a bit flushed, she shook her head slightly. "N-no comparison Mr. Johnson." She replied.
"Now, you can't call me Mr. Johnson after all that. Call me Rich." He offered.
She shook her head more firmly. "Oh, no, I-I couldn't..." She objected.
"Well, you can't call me Mr. Johnson all night, I already feel like an old man compared to you girls." He replied.
She shook her head again, the idea of referring to him by his name somehow incredibly embarrassing, causing the flush of her cheeks to intensify.
He thought for a second, and a wicked joke occurred to him. "Well, you can call me Rich, or you can call me Master." He declared.
There was a moment of silence, her cheeks still burning as she looked down the ground. Then she opened her lips and out came possibly the two most arousing words she could have at that moment. "...Yes, master." Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear, and the sound of it sent a thrill running down his spine, a rush of power. He may have been joking, but the sound of it was undeniably exciting. He should tell her he had been joking... but he no longer wanted to. This might become addictive...
He leaned in again, once more lifting her chin to look at him, and kissed her again, even more forceful this time, more dominant. He drove his tongue forward and filled her mouth with the muscle, savoring her taste, their lips pressed tightly together. The hand around her back held her tight, and was soon joined by it's twin, the large palm coming to rest on the bare skin of her smooth, toned stomach. He felt her core tense slightly at the unexpected contact, the tight muscles firming under his warm touch, the distinct impression of her abs on the heel of his hand. Slowly, he caressed her soft, unblemished skin, his fingertips easing up under the hem of her blue tank-top, venturing further north with each movement. Her muscles slowly relaxed as she grew accustomed to the touch, her body melting into his grasp and her lips surrendering to his kiss.
Taking that as his cue, his hand made a bold venture up beneath the fabric, forefinger and thumb just barely grazing the tender slope of her perfectly perky breasts. They were just as they appeared, the surface buttery-soft and tender, but firm and springy beneath. Judging by the tiny whimper she released into the kiss, they seemed quite sensitive, too. His hand made a brief retreat back down to her smooth belly while their tongues continued to tangle lustily, letting her prepare for the next touch. Slowly hand headed north again, fingers gently tracing along the base of those irresistible breasts, even his large hands insufficient to the titanic task. This time the hand lingered, and gave a gentle squeeze, and he drank in the soft moan she released, and felt her tender skin break into goosebumps. He smiled, softly.
His hand continued to delicately explore that perfect swell of teenage tit-flesh, gently cupping the full orb in his strong hand. He felt their weight, their flawless curves, his fingers slowly closing in toward the sensitive peaks. Each new movement provoked a new whimper and the occasional wiggle from the petite teen. Their lips parted quietly, her eyes remaining closed as she panted and whimpered under his tender touches. She made no move to stop him as he explored freely under the light fabric of her tender tank top. Finally, his questing digits closed on that pinnacle of pleasure, thumb and forefinger capturing her hardening nipple between them, gently tugging and rolling the little bead. Aiko was taken aback by the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped, barely able to believe how powerful it was, it was so completely different from when she touched herself.
Rich grinned as his hand remained on that swiftly-blossoming bud. He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching her face as she let out a soft moan, blushing intensely. He was having too much fun teasing her. "Do you like that?" He asked, punctuating the question with a tiny tweak.
"Y-yes!" She yelped almost instantly.
