Anal At Last Ch. 18

"And then I'm taking you out, with a short little skirt and no knickers, out on the town to some seedy nightclub, letting all the other people see what a cheap slut you are, two men's come dribbling from both your holes. I'll sit you down at a table, spread your legs, and make you wank, fingers in both your holes, so that everyone can see how easily you get off when exposed like that, and how much I fucking own you..."

That took her over the edge, and she started shaking, her orgasm coming hard and fast, sweat breaking out along her spine. I started pumping her ass hard, aiming to come fast, and within a few pushes, I did so, helped by her own spasms and the vibrations, my come spurting into her ass.

I fucked her for a few more strokes, and then pulled out, her asshole clenching shut behind me, and she collapsed onto the sofa. I went out to the stairs, pulled on my clothes - legs trembling a bit - and left, leaving her to her own devices.

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En route back to my place, my phone beeped with a new text: "You fucking bastard. You'll pay for that tonight. I'm going to be so bad to you...."

I laughed to myself, and when I got back home, I texted back: "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

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I mooched around the house for the rest of the afternoon, not really doing much. I popped to the shops to get some bits and pieces for dinner, but that was about it. Just watched a movie, read some, and most importantly, enjoyed the piece and quiet without Daniel being around. At one point, I texted Simone to say "Thanks again for looking after Daniel all night. I hope he's behaving himself. I'll make it up to you soon."

Later on, she came back: "How about Monday daytime? I'm off the afternoon to take Daniel to the dentist. Will drop him back at school. Can pop around afterwards?"

I replied "Can't wait!"

A bit later, she also replied: "Me neither... Been thinking about how good you felt in me this morning. Hope you've got lube."

Angela arrived about 5:30, bringing an overnight bag with her. "Planning on staying the night, are we?", I asked, a smile on my face.

"Maybe. You bore me so badly, I'll probably fall asleep on the sofa, and I hate having to drive home when I've already been asleep."

"Oh, that's OK, I'll take you home. Mind you, you might enjoy that, judging by how much you enjoyed being taken by me earlier."

She grinned at me, and came up to me to give me a hug, kissing my neck. "That was so good baby... I loved the way you just took me, used me for your own pleasure. I... I'm going to miss you while I'm away."

I pulled her closer. "And me you Angela... And me you." We kissed, passionately but not sexually, and then we went into the living room. I put some background music on, and we chatted, catching up on her move, her plans for the US, and so on.

At one point, the conversation dried up. She looked at me, slightly sad. "Listen, Andy. They've finally given me a definite date.... It's only three weeks till I start."

"Jesus, that came around quick."

"I know baby. I'm so sorry."

I pulled her into another hug. "Hey, now. It's not your fault. We've discussed this. It's absolutely the right thing to do, and it will be over quickly. Besides, if it's only three weeks till you go away, then it's not long before I get to come visit you there, and we get to have a holiday - of sorts - together."

She kissed me. "Well, it's three weeks till I start. I'm torn between leaving at the last minute and arriving jet-lagged, but having more time with you, versus leaving a few days earlier to give me time to recover, but that'll mean less time with you."

"And more time for me, Sam, and Simone," I joked. "So where's the problem?"

She slapped my leg. "You rotter." She paused. "Would you mind if I left earlier? Seriously?"

"Of course not. There's no point arriving and being half-asleep all the time."

"OK, thanks baby. I'll maybe leave on the Wednesday then. That'll give me four days to recover and get my bearings."

"OK. That's sorted then. Let me know what time the flight is, and I'll make sure I've not got any meetings arranged. I want to make sure you get on that plane and then I'm going to come a-running to one of my other ladies."

She slapped my leg again, laughing gently with me. Then she pulled my arm around her shoulders, and just cuddled into me, both of us sitting in silence. I kissed the top of her head, thinking about how much I was going to miss her. Sure, it would be fun to have Simone and Sam around, but it wouldn't be the same. I was very conflicted, as I guess most people are in this situation: should I keep quiet about how much I would miss her, to make things easier for her; or say something, and let her know that I really was going to miss her, but that would probably make things more difficult for her. On the other hand, if I didn't say something about missing her, she might think that I wasn't going to miss her at all.

Then she sat up. "Well? Isn't it about time you started cooking?"

I stood up, and wandered into the kitchen. "Oh, it's OK Angela, you just sit on your flabby ass. I'll do all the work."

She barked a laugh at me. "Can't hear you. Must be all the hot air coming from the kitchen."

I chuckled to myself whilst pouring some wine for us to drink. When I took it into the living room, Angela wasn't there. I left the wine on the coffee table, figuring that she'd popped up to use the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she called again from the living room while I was preparing the food. "Andy, just one thing. We're not having sex till we go to bed. And I mean after ten o'clock. Agreed?"

"Whatever," I said, knowing that whatever her game was, she was sure to want sex before then.

I carried on chopping away. A little while later, I heard her come into the kitchen behind me. "Does this look OK, Daddy?" she said in a simpering voice.

I turned. Fuck me. She'd let her hair down, and was wearing a schoolgirl uniform. A short grey pleated skirt. Black pullover on top of a white blouse. Grey knee-length socks, and a black and yellow striped tie hanging inside the pullover. Black plain shoes. And I'm guessing a wonder-bra underneath it all, to judge by her more-than-usually prominent tits.

I stared, licking my lips, taking it in. She span quickly, letting the skirt flare out, exposing most of her toned thighs. "I think that will do fine," I said, looking forward to where this was going to go.

She flounced her way over to me, looking at the ingredients. She picked up a carrot, sucking it into her mouth. "Mmm. I do like a nice hard carrot," she said, staring at me innocently.

"That'll be enough, young lady," I said sternly, playing the game. "You'll spoil your dinner if you eat any more."

She pouted her lip, and flounced her way back towards the living room. But as she did so, she dropped her carrot. "Oops," she said, as she bent over - ass towards me - to pick it up. She had a thong on, nicely framing the cheeks of her ass.

"Young lady!" I said.

She stopped dead, still bent over. "Yes Daddy."

"What are you wearing?"

"I don't know what you mean Daddy."

"Where are the nice white knickers you're supposed to wear with your school uniform?"

She straightened up and turned to face me, looking embarrassed. "I got them dirty, Daddy," she said quietly.

"Dirty? How?"

"Daddy, don't make me tell you."

"How?"

"Please Daddy, it's embarrassing."

"Tell me now young lady."

"Well... Daddy, please don't be cross... I went for a lie down after school today, before you got in from work, and I had a dream, and it made my knickers dirty."

"What sort of dream?"

"It was about you Daddy."

"Me? What was I doing?"

"Oh, nothing Daddy! Honest. You were just giving me a hug and a kiss, like you always do. Well, lots of kisses actually."

"And that made your knickers dirty?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Hmmm. I don't really understand how that made your knickers dirty. But OK - just don't let it happen again."

"Oh Daddy, thank you." She ran across to me to give her a hug, pressing her thigh between mine and her bra-enhanced breasts into me. "I thought you would be so angry," she whispered.

"Well, normally, I would be, but I know you didn't mean any harm, so it's not a problem. Just make sure ... make sure that you only wear these new knickers around Daddy."

"You want me to wear them every time I'm around you, Daddy? But why?"

"Oh no, my little girl. I mean, if you HAVE to wear them, it should only be around me."

"Oh Daddy. I'm so silly. I thought you wanted me to wear these all the time I'm at home. And I don't have enough for that. I mean, you would have to take me shopping to get some more. Will you do that Daddy? Will you take me shopping and help me try on some new clothes? But I hate walking out of the cubicle into the main area, so you'll need to come into the cubicle with me whilst I get changed. Would that be OK Daddy? Do you promise not to look whilst I try my new panties on?"

"Only if you're good. You need to earn the right to have new clothes, you know that."

"Oh I'll be VERY good Daddy, just you wait and see."

She bounced off to the living room again.

I carried on making dinner, a nice quick one from one of Nigella Lawson's recipe books. Jesus, that Nigella is horny, I thought as I cooked. All flirty and dirty. Carrying some weight but carrying it well. Nice tits. And a lovely 'posh-totty voice'. She could cook for me any time.

I served up, and carried the plates through to the living room. She was laying on the floor, reading a book, facing away from me on her front. Her legs were bent at the knees, feet in the air above her bum, thighs spread, and I could see the place where her thighs met

"Young lady, what did I tell you about keeping your legs together when you're wearing a skirt?"

She leaped up, smiling secretly. "I'm sorry Daddy, I forgot. Will you punish me?"

"No, not this time, just sit and eat your dinner nicely."

We sat at the dining table, and ate the meal, all the time play-acting. She spoke about what she was doing at school, what her friends were into, and then she spoke about Peter.

"... so when Simone and I met Peter after school on Tuesday, we - "

"On Tuesday? But you said you were at piano practice."

She caught on quick. "Oh! I was Daddy. Honest!"

"So when did you meet Simone and Peter?" I liked the way she'd brought them into it, and wondered where she would go from here.

"Oh... er... Well... Before the lesson. They came with me."

"They went with you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"But when I picked you up, you were alone."

"Yes Daddy. They... er... they left early. They just wanted to hear me play for a bit."

I walked over to the coffee table, and picked up my mobile.

"Who are you phoning, Daddy?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"Peter's dad. To see if he agrees."

"Oh no! Don't daddy. Please don't"

"Why not young lady? Are you lying to me?"

"I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to."

"Come here," I said, pulling my chair away from the table, and sitting down on it, patting my lap.

Angela smiled to herself, and came over to me, head hanging down. "Are you going to punish me Daddy?"

I pulled her down onto my lap, sitting her on me. She frowned, a bit curious.

"Not yet. Tell me what really happened. Tell me everything. What happened with Simone and Peter? What did you get up to?"

"I didn't get up to anything Daddy!", she exclaimed. "But..."

"But what?"

"Well... We didn't really go to the lesson. Simone and Peter wanted to show me something secret, and I ... I skipped the lesson. They showed me it. And... And then I ran to the place where you pick me up after the lesson."

"What did they show you?"

"Please Daddy, don't make me tell you. It... It was a secret."

"What was it, Angela my dear?"

"Well, they kissed each other."

"And?"

"And Peter got all ... excited."

"What do you mean, excited?"

"Well, his... oh Daddy, I can't say it."

"Say it Angela. Tell me what happened."

"His ... willy... got all stiff. It was scary."

"How do you know it got stiff?"

She wriggled about on my lap, moving her ass against me deliciously. "Simone got it out of his trousers."

"Did she now? Then what happened?"

"Well, Simone rubbed it a bit while they kissed. And... And white stuff came out of it. A lot of it. It spurted up in the air and all over Simone's hand and arm."

"White stuff? Have you seen this before?"

"Never Daddy. Never."

"Honestly, Angela? How can I be sure you're not lying to me?"

"No Daddy, it's the truth."

"OK. Has this happened again?"

"Only once Daddy, but... Oh Daddy, I've been so bad. I deserve to be punished."

"I'll decide that. What happened?"

"Well, Simone wasn't well on Wednesday, so Peter and I ate lunch together. And he made me..."

"Made you what Angela? What did that nasty boy make my little girl do?"

"He made me get his... his willy out... and rub it like Simone did."

"And did the white stuff come out again?"

"Yes Daddy, it did. But it was worse than that. He made me do it under the table in the middle of the canteen at school, at lunchtime, and... I had nothing to wipe myself on... So I had to... Oh Daddy... I had to lick the white stuff off my own hand."

"Did you? What on earth did it taste like?"

"Well, kind of salty. But ..."

"But what?"

"But it made me feel good when I swallowed it down. Is that bad? Will you punish me?"

"No Angela my love, I won't." She looked a bit cross then, but bit it back. "It wasn't your fault. Peter was the naughty one. I'll have words with his dad next time I see him."

"Oh no Daddy, please don't. Please don't. What happened with his Dad wasn't his fault either!"

"What do you mean? What happened with his Dad?"

"Well," said Angela, wriggling her ass on my growing cock. "I went to see Peter's Daddy on Wednesday after school - remember I said I had hockey practice - and I told him about Peter's willy getting hard. I thought he should know so that he could send Peter to the doctors to get better."

"Did you? And what happened?"

"Well, it happened to Peter's dad as well. His willy got stiff while I was telling him. He asked me to... Oh Daddy, I feel so naughty... he asked me to show him what I did with Peter. So I got his cock out of... Oh! Daddy! I'm sorry - that's what he called it, his cock. It was much bigger than Peter's. So I got his cock out of his trousers, and started rubbing it like I'd done with Peter. He started breathing all funny, and he stopped me at one point, saying he didn't want to make a mess. He told me that as I had licked the white stuff off my hand when I was with Peter, I should cut out the middle-man and just suck it straight down. He made me put my mouth over the end and carry on rubbing it, and the white stuff went straight into my mouth. There was such a lot of it Daddy. I couldn't swallow it all. Some of it dribbled down the side of my mouth. I felt so naughty Daddy, especially as I lied to you about hockey practice later. I think I should be punished Daddy!"

"Oh no Angela. Again, it wasn't your fault. Peter and his dad are naughty."

"But Daddy, what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I... I can feel your willy. And it's hard as well. Are you naughty?"

I smiled at her. "Well, maybe Angela."

She paused, licked her lips, and breathed, "Do you want to try it Daddy? Just to see what it feels like?"

"Do you mean you want to rub me and see if I make this white stuff as well?"

"Yes Daddy, but only if you want to."

I pretended to think about it for a few moments. "Well, maybe."

She slid off my lap, and slowly undid my zip, reaching in to pull my cock out. "Oh Daddy, it's so big. I can't get it out."

"Here, let me stand up, and you can try again." I stood up, and undid the belt and button of my jeans. She reached in, and pulled out my throbbing cock.

"Oh Daddy. It's so much bigger than Peter and his Daddy and all of the other boys. It's - " She stopped, gasping. "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say anything about the other boys."

"What other boys, Angela?"

"Well, after seeing how much Peter and his daddy seemed to like what I did, I spoke to a few other boys at school to see if their cocks - I mean, their willies - got hard as well, and they all said yes. I told them that I'd rubbed Peter and his dad's cocks - I mean, willies - and the white stuff had come out, and I asked if theirs did the same. They didn't know, so they asked me to rub them... and they all had the white stuff come out."

"Angela, that was naughty of you. It's not your fault if Peter and his daddy got you to do it, but asking other boys without them mentioning it first was quite naughty. Please don't do it again."

"I'm sorry Daddy. I suppose it was particularly naughty when I asked two of them together about it. I had to kneel down between them and rub them at the same time, one in each hand. They were very stiff Daddy - just like you daddy, but not as big - but their white stuff tasted quite nice as well." As she said this, she started wanking me slowly.

"Did you taste them both?"

"Yes Daddy. I didn't want to get it on their school uniforms. Or mine.... Oh look Daddy, I can get two hands around your stiff willy, and -"

"Call it a cock, Angela," I said as she wanked me.

"I can get two hands round your... your cock Daddy.... Do you want me to swallow your white stuff?"

"No Angela. Too much of it can make you unwell."

"But what will I do?"

"Well, just let it come out. Mind you, you'd better take your blouse off in case you get it stained."

She smiled at me, sliding her jumper over her head. She undid her tie, and then slowly, seductively undid her blouse. As she undid the last button, I took in her enhanced cleavage, reveling in the sight of her soft flesh. She let her blouse slide to the floor behind her.

"So, Daddy, one of the boys asked me to put my mouth on his cock long before his white stuff came out... Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and hard... and he asked me to lick it like an ice cream. He seemed to like it. Do you want me to do the same?"

"Not this time Angela."

"Oh Daddy, do you mean we'll do this another time?"

"Maybe. It depends on how naughty you are. I can't have you going around school speaking to boys about their cocks and their white stuff. If you're curious about that sort of thing, ask me, as I'll be able to tell you without you looking silly for not knowing anything."

"Oh, thank you Daddy!" she cried with joy. "Will you teach me everything you know? I want to learn more Daddy. Like... One of the boys said to the other one that he'd like to put his cock... well... in between my legs. Apparently he thought I would love it there every day. What did he mean Daddy? Will you show me?"

She was wanking me nice and fast now, obviously intending to bring me to a quick orgasm. I could smell her arousal in the air as well, and desperately wanted to push her to the floor and fuck her hard, but I was enjoying this game too much.

"Yes... Angela... God that's good... I'll show you."

"Is it really that good Daddy? Are you sure you don't want me to lick you like the other boy did?"

"OK... Just a little bit."

She smiled up at me, and then, gazing into my eyes, opened her mouth wide and took me in, swallowing my entire head into her hot mouth, her tongue running around my head. I groaned, and started fucking her mouth, holding the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my cock whilst her hand still wanked me.

It didn't take long before I was about to come, which I told her. She pulled off my cock. "Oh Daddy... Are you going to spill your white stuff? .. Should I swallow it down all the way so that it doesn't go on the carpet?"

"Yes, I've changed my mind. Swallow it. Swallow it all down..."