Selena Kitt - Bluebeard’s wife

"You liked that boy's cock in you, didn't you?" he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. "You're such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you."

I whimpered and didn't respond, but I couldn't help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I'd never wanted anything so much.

"A boy's cock isn't the same as a man's cock, Tara," he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

"Do you want to feel a man's cock?" he asked, and I could feel him rubbing the head up and down my slit. I spread my legs a little wider, balancing myself with a hand on the end table next to me.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He was right there-I could feel his cock throbbing right against my hole. I wanted to slide back onto him, feel him fill me.

"Do you want to feel Daddy's cock inside of you, baby girl?" His hands were caressing my ass.

"Ohhhhh yes, Daddy!" I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes were looking between my legs, the lust in them unmistakable. "Please, please, put your big cock in me!"

He groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I was nearly thrown off balance as he began to slide in and out of me, working his cock in my pussy, moving his hips in small circles. He held me tight, bending his knees a little so he was thrusting upward into me.

"Oh God," I gasped when he reached around and found my clit, squeezing the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good!"

"You like that, baby girl?" he asked, starting to circle my clit with his finger.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper into me. He was driving into me so hard now it was difficult to stay standing. He propelled me

around, pressing me onto my knees on the couch. His cock slipped out of me and I groaned, reaching for it.

"You are a hungry little slut," he said, slapping my hand away and teasing my slit with his cock. "You want to be fucked, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy," I moaned, wiggling and arching my back. Hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"

He slid his cock back into me, in one fluid motion, driving me forward onto the sofa. He was like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh, his pelvis slamming into me again and again. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit hard and fast, feeling his balls slapping against my hand as I did with every thrust.

"Oh Daddy," I moaned. "You fuck me so good. Do you fuck Mommy like this?"

I heard him groan, and his hands tightened on my hips and ass. "You naughty girl," he panted.

"I love watching you fuck Mommy," I said, looking back at him, seeing the light in his eyes. He was loving this, and so was I. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the Ecstasy that Kali had given me, or just the excitement of playing out this fantasy with him-I'd never been this aroused before. I felt like I was going to burst inside.

"You better not tell her," he said, his voice low.

"I won't tell, Daddy," I promised, grinding back against him, squeezing my dripping pussy around his shaft. I could feel how hard he was, throbbing up inside me.

"But you better hurry, before Mommy comes home and catches us."

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I didn't think he could fuck me harder, but I was wrong. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shoving me down on my belly on

the couch and laid his full weight into me. I was practically screaming into the cushion of the couch, bucking and writhing under him as he slammed into me, again and again.

"That's it, Daddy," I panted. "Fuck your baby girl. Make me come all over your cock!"

I was seconds away, and I could feel it beginning, like a surge of heat between my legs, rushing upward, in pulsing waves. I moaned, my pussy contracting again and again around the length of him, but he didn't stop fucking me.

"Does Daddy's girl like that?" he asked over the sound of our wet flesh grinding together.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, still shivering.

"Are you ready for Daddy's cum?"

"Yes!" I whispered, turning to look at him. His face was drawn, and I could feel the tightness in his thighs, the way the muscles in his arms turned into ropey sinews as he worked his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, come in me!" I begged. "Fill your baby girl's pussy with your hot cum, Daddy!"

I think that's what did it. He cried out, giving one last final thrust as he strained against me, his whole body rocking mine in shuddering waves. I whimpered under him, taking his cum, feeling him fill me with a bursting white heat. He collapsed onto me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my hair, his breath coming fast and hard still.

"Oh my God," he whispered, slipping off me to the side. I turned to face him, so we were lying on the sofa belly to belly. His eyes slipped down me again, and I realized that he'd never even taken off my outfit. "What was that?"

"I take it you like my Daddy's Little Schoolgirl costume, then?" I asked, smiling.

"We need to get you more," he said with a groan, leaning in to kiss me.

"More school girl costumes?"

"No." He shook his head, grinning. "Different ones."

"Mmmm," I smiled. "You'll tell me which?"

"Get me a catalog," he replied, and I laughed, delighted, as he leaned in to kiss me again.

John dressing me up in his fantasy outfits? Oh yes. It was definitely a move in the right direction!

"I shaved it as smooth as a baby," Maria purred into the receiver. "Just for you."

John groaned. "Oh God… really?"

"Yes," she murmured. "It's so soft… and my lips get wet and slick…"

"Do you have your dildo?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Right here. Although I wish it was your cock."

He groaned again. "So do I, baby. I want you to fuck that sweet bald little pussy like I would if I were there…"

"I'm so wet… it slides in so easy," she said. "Want to hear it?"

John's breathing was coming faster. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

I could hear a wet, squelching sound as I listened on the other line, biting my lip to keep from moaning, even though the phone was on mute.

"Do you want me to make myself come for you?" Maria asked.

"Yes," John growled. "Fuck yourself, make yourself come."

"Ohhhh that's so good," she whispered. "That hard cock in my wet pussy…

faster… faster…"

"That's it," John encouraged, his breath short.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh all the way in my cunt now," she moaned. "Fucking myself for you, baby. I want your big cock filling me."

"I know," he groaned. "God I want to fuck that tight, shaved little cunt."

"You are," she moaned. "Oh I love your cock… fuck me… harder! Yeah, that's it baby! I'm gonna come… oh God you're going to make me come!"

John was panting, and I knew he was stroking himself. My own belly was tight, listening to the sounds of their pleasure. And then Maria was coming, moaning and whispering things I could barely understand, and I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself with the dildo in the background.

"Oh baby, I'm coming," John groaned, and I heard the growl and grunt I knew meant he was shooting his cum all over his belly.

I hung up as quietly as I could, my fingers sticky wet with my own juices, petting the soft, dark hair there, thinking. It was a while before he came back to bed, but I didn't pick the phone back up. Finally, I made up my mind, deciding to call Kelly in the morning.

* * * *

Kelly showed up grinning on my doorstep with a can of shaving cream and a brand new bag of disposable razors. It was Friday night, just after John had left for Boston on a business trip, and Kelly and I had been planning this all week. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, although maybe it was really excitement.