Adventures of a Fuckstar's Daddy

'Then show me. Take off your clothes, Sara.'

One more moment of hesitation and then I could see in her eyes that she had made a personal decision with herself to cross the point of no return. She now looked me directly in the eye as she pulled her tight little lollipop t-shirt over her head, revealing her breasts to me. They were pert, firm, round and not too large. Tiny, erect nipples pointing upwards, just like I liked them.

She tossed the t-shirt to the floor and undid the button fly on her short denim miniskirt, hooking her thumbs in the side and wiggling as she forced it over her hips and ass, her eyes still on mine, now accompanied by a sexy little smile. That's my girl, I thought.

I smiled when the miniskirt hit the floor and she stepped out of it. She was wearing tiny knickers, g-string, of course, with a little Snoopy on the front. White with a red hem. She knew her role. Younger woman, older man. She knew it well.

The knickers were tight, two sizes too small, and the ridge of her cunt lips was visible, sucking at the cotton. When she made the motions to slide them off, I shook my head. They were too sexy and I wanted her to keep them on. I smiled in approval and nodded for her to turn around.

As she turned I saw the curve of her ass and the thin line of the g-string disappearing from view between her ass cheeks. She turned back to me. I reached up and rolled her nipples in my fingers, causing her to bite her bottom lip and squeal softly.

I took off my suit jacket and tossed it to one side. She anticipated my moves and her fingers starting undoing my shirt. She pulled it over my shoulders, leaning in to me as she did so, her tongue flicking out to tease my nipple. I buried a moan, not wanting to reveal too much, content on maintaining the edge.

Her fingers moved towards my belt, but I pushed her gently back on the bed instead. She lay back on her elbows, watching me. Her knees up and spread enough for me to see a faint patch of moisture on her knickers and her swollen cunt lips bursting at the seams.

I took off my trousers and socks and shoes, staring at her the whole while. My cock was eager for release in my boxer shorts and I didn't disappoint it or her, sliding them off.

I stood there naked in front of her, proud and horny. Her eyes were on my cock. Never the smallest in the locker rooms, it was erect and the veins were filled with blood, eager for action. Sara licked her lips.

'Up on your hands and knees, darling girl...'

She scurried to get into position. Her eagerness a delight to see. I gripped my cock hard in my hand, loving the feeling, squeezing it hard and making my cockhead bulge angrily. I pushed out my hips and she followed my cue, moving forward to meet it. Her eyes looking up at me as her lips opened wide and sucked my cockhead in.

Her ass wiggled slightly as she sucked as much of me into her mouth as she could. She moaned onto my cock and starting a gentle bobbing motion as she started sucking my shaft. It was a glorious sensation. Not quite the same as fucking Natalie, but close enough. A willing young thing giving herself to me for my pleasure. Nothing like it.

I turned my head, wondering where Chantelle was, and saw her watching the action intently from the sofa. Sara hadn't even noticed. Chantelle smiled at me and I smiled mischievously back at her. I didn't know what she was into, but I figured I'd roll the dice.

I moved backwards, letting my cock pop out of Sara's mouth. She squealed in disappointment but let me push her backwards on the bed. I straddled her chest and slid a pillow under her head, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her mouth. She adapted to this position like a pro, sucking my cock in and letting me thrust my hips and fuck her mouth slowly but surely.

I looked over my shoulder at Chantelle and nodded down at Sara's spread legs behind me. I gave her a teasing, challenging look. She smiled slyly and took me up on it. With a deft, fluent movement she pulled her summer dress over her head and let it fall on the sofa. I was right about her body. It would look great on a 25 year old. Tanned, slim, athletic. She padded over to the bed with all the grace of a jungle cat.

I looked down at Sara who was jacking the base of my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. I awaited the moment. Sara's eyes flew open when she felt another person moving between her legs. A look of panic and fear. I smiled at her.

'Spectacular sex, right Sara? Don't worry about a thing, baby... Just enjoy.'

It took a few moments for her to accept it. When Chantelle pulled her Snoopy knickers to one side and started sucking at her aroused cunt, she was sold. Her hips started bucking a little as Chantelle fucked her cunthole with her tongue.

I realised that Sarah the Waitress had readily accepted a mouth sucking at her cunt but had no idea who it was. I slid backwards, letting my cock slide out of her mouth – again she squealed deliciously in disappointment – and I climbed off of her flat, fit stomach.

Sarah lifted her head to see who was at work between her legs. I don't know what she had expected, but upon seeing Chantelle's gorgeous face at her cunt, her eyes widened, her mouth opened and a low, monotone moan crept past her lips. There was little doubt that it was pure pleasure she was voicing.

I was on my knees beside her, watching her reaction and watching Chantelle covering her clit with her mouth and begin flicking it with her hot tongue. Sarah's hand appeared in my lap and she grabbed onto my hard cock, wrapping her slender fingers around and holding on tight. Not jacking me off, just gripping it exquisitely hard.

The long, low moan continued until Chantelle slid two fingers into Sarah's willing cunt, all without interrupting the clit flicking with her tongue. All sound from Sarah's mouth disappeared in an instant. Her mouth moved as if trying to form words, her eyes almost popped out of her head and her body started quivering.

It was obvious that Chantelle was sending the young lady over the edge, into the throes of orgasm. When Sarah finding managed to find her voice it was short, sharp squeals of 'yeah, yeah, yeah...' that were heard.

I watched in fascination as Chantelle kept at it. She wasn't looking at me, though, her eyes were filled with passion and they were firmly on Sarah's. She was almost there and Chantelle was watching and, apparently, waiting for just the right moment...

When Sarah's hips started fucking themselves up against Chantelle's face and her sexy yeah,yeah,yeah's increased in intensity, Chantelle abruptly pulled her face away from the girl's cunt, withdrawing her fingers in one, swift movement.

This left Sarah in quite a state. A state of desperation. Her head shook back and forth in disbelief – this simply couldn't be happening. I felt her pulling on my cock, as though trying to drag me between her legs to continue where Chantelle had left off and help her cum.

Chantelle merely crawled up onto the bed and stuck her fingers in my mouth.

'Here, taste her... she is divine...'

I sucked her fingers hungrily, tasting Sarah's cunt and enjoying every drop.

Chantelle turned to Sarah now, laying down beside her. The poor girl was out of it. So close to cumming and then 'wham', nothing.

Chantelle kissed her tenderly, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Sarah was desperate for any form of contact and she sucked hungrily on Chantelle's tongue. When her hand slid down between her own legs to finish herself off, Chantelle intercepted it.

'Matthew promised you spectacular sex, darling. And spectacular sex comes to those who wait...'

I reluctantly pried Sarah's hand off my cock and got up. The two ladies continued kissing sensuously. I walked over to my video gear and got a camera ready, plugging it into the TV, which was on a rack with wheels on it.

I rolled it over to the bed and turned on the camera. Chantelle knew what I was up to, but Sarah was still lost in the kissing and caressing. Her knees were still up and her legs were spread wide. Her tight little snoopy knickers were still pulled to one side, exposing her shaved cunt, still sopping wet and engorged with blood from her arousal. She constantly wiggled her hips, hoping that her clit would make contact with something, anything, that would help her cum.

The TV was next to the bed now and I zoomed in on her cunt. Chantelle broke off her kiss and nodded to the screen. Sarah turned in a daze and saw what was on screen – her own cunt, Snoopy and all. It took her a moment to realise what was going on and what she was looking at. Chantelle was looking at Sara's cunt on screen while absentmindedly fiddling with her nipples.

"Such a delicious cunt... I wager that many a young cock have splattered their sticky mess up there... Show us more..."

Sara's hand slipped down her slim frame to her cunt. Her hand appeared on the screen. She pulled the snoopy knickers farther aside to reveal her silken lips and cunthole, glistening with her arousal. Three fingers danced in light, tiny circles on her clit and she quivered at the sensation.

I was holding the camera and following the action on the pop out screen. Now it was time for a development of the plot. I approached slowly, moving between Sara's legs. I zoomed in a little. Sara moaned when she saw my cockhead enter the frame. Her fingers dashed out to take hold of my shaft below the head.

She tugged hungrily at it, trying to pull it towards her hole. I resisted. Enjoying her frustration. Chantelle gave her nipples a final, hard pinch that rocked Sara's body and caused her to squeal in pleasure. Chantelle scooted down on the bed towards ground zero. Her sophisticated fingers entered the fray. They peeled Sara's off my cock and replaced them with her own.

She leaned forward and spat. An oozing glob of white saliva covered my cockhead. She spoke with a low, growling voice that revealed her own intense arousal.

"Thick cocks and tight, young cunts... a perfect match... cunts like yours Sara are made for man cocks. You go on and fuck all the boys you want... you let them hump you roughly with their balls slapping against your hard little ass... let them shoot their boy cum inside you... let it seep out past your lovely cuntlips... you do that all you want, darling... but remember that it's all only practice runs for man cocks like this one... handsome men with big, handsome cocks are what a girl like you, with a cunt like yours, need more than anything..."

My god this woman could talk up the sex... It was all I could do to hold the camera steady. I was now peering over the pop out screen directly at Sara lying on the bed. Her eyes were narrow, her mouth open with her panting, her hand disappearing behind Chantelle's ass, playing no doubt with her cunt. We stared at each other with intensity as Chantelle's words catapulted our desire to a higher level.

Chantelle mumbled on. One hand stroking my cock and the other scooping up Sara's cunt juice and smearing it over her entire cunt and clit. Sara's hips fucked up slightly, anticipating the inevitable. My cock throbbed between Chantelle's fingers.

"A shaved cunt on a slim, pretty girl... there are few things more aesthetically pleasing... apart from a strong man cock nudging it's cockhead between those soft, engorged lips... stretching the cunthole wider... wider... wider... a big man cock penetrating a young cunt... fuck... fucking it... so tight... impossibly tight... remember this, Sara... remember it... remember this big cock... you'll soon know why men cocks are the only thing you'll really desire..."

Now Chantelle was pulling at my cock, urging it forward. Her fingers on her other hand were spreading Sara's cuntlips wide, exposing the puckered hole beneath. It looked tiny. It looked tight. I was watching it now on the pop out screen and Sara was moaning while watching the screen.

"He wants your cunt, Sara... his cock is like a rock... you arouse him... you and your little titties and your tight, wet hole... you're giving him your cunt, baby... you're giving this man and his strong cock your little cunt... you won't regret it..."

I couldn't hold the camera steady. I lay it flat against my stomach and held it tight. In the frame my cockhead was moving towards Sara's waiting cunt. Chantelle spit on her clit and watched it ooze down to become sucked into her hole.

"It is most beautiful when it looks as though it couldn't possibly fit... even though we know it can... it always can... now... now... Matthew, you're going to fuck her now..."

"Yes..."

My reply was barely audible. More a rush of air than anything else. Chantelle gripped my cock at the base and squeezed impossibly hard, allowing my cockhead and shaft to swell and redden angrily.

My god I could hardly wait... Chantelle pulled my cock the final centimetre and it nestled snugly between Sara's lips. The overwhelming sensation was heat. The heat of her cunt was numbing and exquisite. It engulfed my cock, washing over it like a hot wave.

"There... so close now... feel her... feel her silk... can you feel his cock now, Sara?"

"Yeah..." Her voice was tiny and meek and in awe.

"Push, Matthew... push... ever so slow... make it last... feel every millimetre..."

I didn't need to push as Chantelle was pulling my cock closer and closer. My cockhead was nudging inside her. Chantelle's fingers slipped off Sara's lips. I was acutely aware of the tiny entrance to her cunt hidden beneath her cuntlips. A little ring stretching to accommodate me.

"See, Matthew... see how her lips are sucking at your cock... they're sucking you in... she wants your cock, don't you, Sara... say it..."

"I want it..."

"Want what?"

"I want it... his cock... his big cock inside of me... please... push it... please..."

"Good girl... now, Matthew, do not disappoint her... do as she asks..."

She kept her hand tight on my shaft and pulled me closer. My cockhead plunged in slow motion past the entrance to her hole. My reaction mirrored Sara's when my cockhead suddenly popped fully inside of her. We both moaned. Mine low and gruff and impatient. Hers high-pitched and squealing.

I pushed now. Forcing my cock inside of her. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her tightness. Her cunt indeed sucked hungrily at my cock. My shaft was disappearing inside of her. So much so that Chantelle was forced to move her hand. I was on my own now.

My hips thrust forward and, at last, my cock disappeared from view. Sara's mouth was open in a silent scream.

There we remained for a never-ending period of time. My cock twitching as the only movement. So much so that I was sure Sara's body was lifted slightly with each twitch.

The camera was suddenly taken from me. Chantelle had it in mind to film or, more likely, let me fuck. She focused on cock in cunt from her angle.

I couldn't stay upright any longer. I fell forward to support my frame on the bed. This movement had one effect. It shoved my cock even deeper into Sara's willing cunt. She stifled a scream with the back of her hand. Pure pleasure for the both of us.

"There are times where gentle, smooth fucking is required. This is not one of them, Matthew. Mancock. Girlcunt. It is time to fuck this girl and her eager hole. Feel her cunt on your cock, Matthew... and fuck her. Grab her tiny titties, suck on her tongue... fine... but just fuck her..."

I did just that. Sara's face turned to mine and our tongues snaked out to meet. We crushed our lips together as I withdrew from her cunt, only to slide hard and firm back inside. Her hips rose up to meet my thrusts as they increased in frequency and intensity.

This was no exercise in finesse. This was pure fucking. Sweat pearls formed on my forehead as I slammed into Sara. She moaned and squealed wildly on my tongue. Her nails dug into the small of my back, urging me on. One hand took hold of her nipple and tugged hard, pinching and rolling it in my fingers.

We didn't watch the screen just now. We fucked like animals. Chantelle filmed patiently, although one hand teased her cunt, circling on her clit. Two fingers slipping inside her hole occasionally. All the while mumbling encouragement.

"Oh yes... hard like that... make her feel your strength. Make her quiver on your cock... give him your cunt, girl... feel his cock inside you... suck that man cock deep, deep inside you... like that... yes..."

A roar was building deep within me. I could feel it before I could hear it.

"Sara... you please him... look at his face... right now he desires only you... only your cunt can give him pleasure... right now it is the most perfect cunt in the world and it is all his... Cum for her, Matthew. Show her how much you desire her..."

My roar was audible now and growing in strength. Matched only by Sara's high-pitched scream. My cock a blur in and out and in and out of her hole.

"Cum... cum... cum..."

Chantelle's monotone command urged me on. My orgasm began. It was violent. It was intense. It was glorious.

"Cum on her babygirl snoopy knickers, Matthew. Let me see you cum... let Sara see it..."

"Yes... yes..."

My roar peaked and my hand flew down to grip my cock as it exited Sara's cunt, leaving her lips gaping and her hips bucking. Nevertheless she rose up on her elbows to watch.

Poor snoopy never had a chance. I came in ropes, splattering my hot cum on her knickers and overshooting onto her flat tummy. Sara was quick to rub her fingers into my cum and to start furiously rub her hard little clit. I watched her, still in the throes of a waning orgasm.

She didn't need much more than twenty seconds to send herself over the edge. Her titties heaved up and down as she was rocked by her own orgasm. She fell backwards onto the bed and gasped for air. I remained on my knees and inhaled massive lungfuls of air, still gripping my dripping cock.

I looked at Chantelle. She was smiling as she filmed. She turned off the camera and set it down.

Sara looked over at her as well. With big, still eager eyes.

"Let me lick you... let me help you cum..." Sara almost pleaded. Compassionate thing, this Sara.

Chantelle leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

"No need, darling. I must be going."

"Not already, Chantelle..."

"Yes, Matthew. A plane to catch."

She was unceremonious as she swayed over to the sofa and pulled her dress over her head and gathered up her things.

"Thank you for a most pleasurable day. Matthew, you have my card and I have your details so I trust we'll speak again very soon."

She approached me with a smile and kissed me gently on the lips. Although her hand snuck down to caress my cock, tugging on it lovingly.

"We have work to do, you and I, Matthew. I'll be in touch."

"Are you sure you must go?"

She nodded.

"But I trust you'll continue where you left off. Fuck again. And again. Cum inside her delicious little cunt and you, Sara... taste him. Let his cum slosh around on your tongue."

She winked at both of us and left. A little odd, indeed, but I expected to be kept busy with our business arrangement. I wondered what adventures THAT would involve.

But for now there were other pressing matters. Sara had risen up on all fours and was taking my cock gently, ever so gently, into my mouth. Looking up at me with questioning eyes as her lips slipped over my cockhead. I nodded and smiled. Pressing matters indeed.