Diary of a Goth Princess Ch. 02

This fuck was likely our most acrobatic yet, as even though I started out on top, I didn’t end that way. We wrestled for dominance, and though he usually ended on top, the sheer number of weird fucking positions he contorted me into more than made up for it. I knew I wasn’t as flexible as the cheer sluts, but when the two of us were fucking, I knew I was holding my own.

When he came in me a third time while pile-driving the fuck out of me, for once he was the one to collapse from exhaustion. He fell onto his back on the bed panting, and while I unfolded myself, I simply lay down next to him, riding the high from the orgasms I’d simply lost count of, and from holding my own against a sex god of this caliber.

“Turn off the camera? Don’t wanna be wasting memory on catching my breath,” he said.

“Sure,” I replied, fully expecting the swat on the ass he gave me as I got up to stop the filming. By this point, my ass was practically numb to his treatment, but I yelped anyway in pleased surprise.

Collapsing onto my stomach on the bed, I propped up my chin with my hands as I looked at him.

“You didn’t want me to stop filming because you’re gonna get mushy on me, are ya? Because I don’t think mushy’s exactly our style,” I said.

Brian laughed. “No mushy here, just wanna catch my breath. I’m no robot, you know.”

“You aren’t? Huh, I was trying to figure out how you got so damn good at this, and robot was one of my better ideas. Like, you were a Terminator, or something like one, but made for fucking instead of killing John Connor,” I explained.

He laughed and swatted me on the ass again. I giggled.

“Ah, fuck… feels good… Daddy,” I murmured, looking up at him cutely.

“You know what you’re doing, little girl… gotta say, I thought you might have been all talk, but you’re fucking good at this. Brooke’s damn lucky to have found ya,” Brian said.

I laughed. “Yeah, I think that often.”

He sighed pleasantly, putting his hands behind his head. “So, now I got a question for you.”

“Shoot,” I replied.

“You mean what you said about being able to up our sex tape game? ‘cause Brittany and me, we get a lot out of watching these, but if I can make things better, I want to,” Brian said.

Sighing, I shrugged. “I mean… yes and no… I was talking a big game earlier, most of my experience is with still photography, but I do have some experience with videography. I can offer some tips, maybe look into some equipment that might help you up your game.”

“Hey, if you can offer any advice that means I don’t gotta pay it out of the ass, I’ll take ‘em. I make good money, but in this economy, saving every penny’s a good thing. Brittany’s big on saving, and god love that woman, she’s a freak. We combine both of these… we’ll be set,” Brian said.

“I’ll be glad to help. Once we’re both dressed, anyway,” I said.

Leering at me, he replied, “That’s gonna be a while, I think.”

“I was thinking the same,” I said, sighing pleasantly.

The two of us lay here for a moment, just looking at each other, recovering, no doubt wondering where things were going next. As I looked over the bed and caught another framed photo of Brian and his wife, something came to me that I’d been meaning to bring up.

“I wanna ask you something,” I said.

“Go for it,” Brian replied, running his rough hand down my side with surprising gentleness.

I hissed, loving his touch. “You… and Brittany… how long have you two been like this?”

“Sex freaks?” he asked. “Probably as long as each of us knew what sex was.”

“I meant… well, yeah, that’s obvious, but you’re together, and you’re also so open about what you do with other people,” I said.

He nodded. “I see what you’re gettin’ at. Her and me, we met after I got discharged, and we hit it off right away. It was like lightning, ya know? We just knew who we were for each other, and we knew that our appetites were big enough we couldn’t just limit it to each other. We’ve been that way since the beginning, and it’s worked pretty well so far.”

“And you haven’t had any problems?” I asked.

“Oh, problems, sure… every marriage has problems. Anyone who says relationships should be easy, they’re just fucking wrong. Fights’ll happen. That’s life. But we’ve always gotten past them, ‘cause we love each other, and we’ve been making this work more than twenty years now,” Brian explained.

I thought about this. It brought more comfort to me than I’d expected, and I realized I was actually happy to get some good, adult advice on something I hadn’t been able to voice for a while.

He raised an eyebrow. “You askin’ for fun, or are you askin’ about you and Brooke and your guy?”

“Ryan,” I explained.

“Ah, right, Ryan… still gotta meet him, too,” Brian replied.

“And, yeah, it is,” I said, sighing. “I’m feeling something for those two I didn’t think I’d ever want to feel, and I know I don’t know what the future’s gonna hold for any of us, for now at least, I just want to try to make it work. I hope it will. I think it can. We’ve all got this open thing where we do what we want, and it feels good, but sometimes I worry that it’s too good to be true how easy some of this is for us, so, I’m just, kinda scared sometimes, too, you know?”

Brian sighed, probably not expecting to have to talk about something like this after the sex we’d just had, but ready for the challenge. “Look, you got a lot of fear no matter what you do in life. I think that’s normal. Just focus on the good stuff, and don’t let the fear stop you from taking chances and having a good time, alright?”

“I guess,” I said, knowing I had to think on this a lot more before I committed to anything. Smiling devilishly, I added, “Thanks… Daddy.”

He laughed, then swatted me on the ass again. “Anytime, little girl. Though I’m gonna be clear with you like I’d be with anyone else dating Brooke; you break her heart or hurt her in any way, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” I replied, knowing he was joking, but pitying the poor bastard who caught him when he wasn’t joking. “Besides, there’s a lot else my ass is waaaaaay better for.”

“That a fact?” he asked, palming my perfect ass.

“Uh huh,” I nodded. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: I’m the goddamn anal queen of Regan Hills High School. You can find out if you want, but I gotta tell you, once you’ve had a taste, you’ll never be the same again.”

Brian looked at me, then barked a laugh. “You got spirit, little girl. No one can take that away from you. But I’ve seen some arrogant little bitches in my time who thought they could take this cock up their asses, and they’ve come up short. What makes you think you won’t be one of them?”

“Get some lube on that cock and I’ll show you… *Daddy*,” I said, raising my voice into a higher, sweeter tone.

He eyed me, clearly wanting to not show me how impressed he was with me, then rolled over and reached for a drawer on the bedside table nearby. I watched him pull out a bottle of KY and lube himself up, licking my lips at the sight of his once again fully engorged cock.

“You better pick your position, but just know that if I get it in there, I’m gonna destroy your fucking ass, little girl,” he said as he continued stroking his cock.

“I’m counting on it, Daddy,” I replied, rolling onto my back, then folding my legs up. I wasn’t as flexible as a lot of girls I knew, but once he was on top, I knew that he’d be able to keep me folded in half quite well. It would be one of the tightest possible ways of entering my ass, but with everything and everyone I’d had in there, I was pretty sure I could take him.

“Good choice,” he said, looking me up and down before climbing on top of me.

Once again, I was looking up at this muscular mountain of a man above me, but this time I felt especially vulnerable. I was giving the guy my ass after all, and the way I was folded in half, he could pretty well do whatever the hell he wanted with me. Once his weight settled down… god, I’d just be his little fuck doll, wouldn’t I?

Brian reached down, grabbing his cock and sliding it over my exposed asshole. He rubbed his epic cockhead over my tightest hole, making me shiver as I felt every stroke, every slight sensation. It seemed impossible that he might be able to fit inside of me, but I’d thought similar about my pussy, and, well, the fun we’d had there was still dripping steadily from my ruined cunt.

Even if I couldn’t see what was happening in detail, I couldn’t help but look down. I watched as he continued manipulating his lube-slickened shaft, rubbing it in delicious, insistent circles over my asshole, taunting and teasing and in general just driving me wild. My breath had gotten quicker, and sharper from anticipation, and every time he pressed against me brought about a slight whimper.

Grinning malevolently, Brian stopped teasing and pushed forward. I groaned as I felt my asshole stretching to accommodate his head. He pushed forward ceaselessly, and every moment I thought he had to have popped in by now, I kept stretching. My ass was in insane torment, torn between pleasure and pain as I just kept stretching… fuck, it was like I was an anal virgin again. I didn’t miss those days, but the way he kept stretching me well past what I thought was my limit… fuck.

Finally, with a grunt, I felt his head pop in my ass entirely.

“H… h… holy fuck…” I grunted, looking down again, then back up at his smirking face. “Hoooooooly fuck that’s a huge fucking cock…”

“Too much for you, little girl?” he challenged, holding his head just inside my tight entrance.

I grunted, then grinned up at him. “Not on your fucking life, Daddy… come on, give me all that dick, I need every inch up my slutty little ass… fuck…”

“Heh,” Brian grunted, wordlessly fulfilling my wish.

Pressing me into the bed, he bore down onto me, ceaselessly pushing his huge fucking cock inside of me, stretching me in ways I didn’t know could be stretched as I felt his epic dick splitting me open.

I screamed. I squirmed. My eyes rolled back and my body shook. Fuck, it was amazing, inch after inch of such a thick cock testing me, filling me in ways I’d never been filled.

With one last grunt, one last thrust, Brian’s cock was buried deep inside of me.

“You got a… fuck… you got a tight little ass, little girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

I kissed him back, moaning like a whore and needing more than this. “Please fuck me… please fuck me, Daddy… fuck my slutty little ass… make me cum… fuck this anal whore, pleeeeeeease?”

“Heh,” he laughed again, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back home, ensuring my ass was brutally filled. “You like that, huh? That’s some serious fucking cock… gonna make you gape for me like I did with your cunt…”

“Make me gape, make me scream, make me cum, fuck me Daddy, please, fuck me hard!” I moaned, holding on for dear life as he did just that.

Brian fucked me with a savagery that I hadn’t expected from him, even after everything we’d already done. It was like my ass had started this whole dirty fuck session over from scratch, unlocking the beast inside of him as our bodies brought out each other’s peaks of sexual potential. He was an unspeaking monster, pounding into my contorted body and giving my ass the fucking of a lifetime, while all I could do was lie back and take it.

This was all so different, so intense, and while I wasn’t going to be having sex like this all the time (I liked being in charge way too much, what can I say), I knew I was going to be coming back here any chance I got. It didn’t matter who the hell Brian was already with, either I’d join in, or push her off and show those other girls who really knew how to rock his cock.

I don’t know how long we were fucking by the next time I came, the way his cock overstimulated my ass kind of made time irrelevant, but it was the most powerful one yet. I might have been struck by lightning for how hard I thrashed beneath him, but underneath his strong body, I couldn’t get away. I was his little girl, completely enslaved in the moment to his body as he used me and power-fucked my slutty ass. If he minded how hard I gushed all over him, he didn’t let me know, and kept fucking me even harder still.

It was a fuck of epic proportions, and looking up at him, I couldn’t help but surrender to my lust. His rough face, contorted with arrogant concentration as he plowed me, couldn’t have been more gorgeous in this moment. I must have looked a mess, utterly used and defiled, but I knew that even then I was hotter than hell. His smile, still cocky and full of himself, held a nice warmth to it by this point.

I’d breached his defenses. Whether he liked it or not, I had impressed him, and he would know that I was one of the fucking best he’d ever had.

That was a good point of pride.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum… you want my cum all over you, huh?” he grunted.

“Yes, Daddy…” I purred, savoring how he slowed down, then pulled out of my well-used ass and let me unfold myself.

Jerking his cock, he came with a grunt, spraying my stomach and pussy with cum, with some of the higher pressure streaks blasting against my tits.

It was an epic fuck for the ages, one that nobody would’ve blamed either of us for giving up then and there to catch our breaths. Brian certainly looked like he’d been run through the ringer… but I wasn’t going to let him give up. I pulled him in for a deep, messy kiss, then nibbled on his ear.

Whispering, I said in my sweetest voice, “You know we’re not done yet, right, Daddy?”

Brian laughed, roughly squeezing one of my tits. “Oh, we’ve only just begun!”

***

Sometime during our marathon afternoon of fucking, I found a moment to take a break and send a text that I knew needed to be sent. It was one that kept flitting back and forth into my consciousness during various moments of this encounter, but when he stole a moment to go get another couple beers, I sent the text to Brooke that I knew I would have to send sooner or later.

JOSIE: Brooke… I came by your house to drop something off, and I don’t know what happened, but I sort of wound up having sex with your dad. I’m sorry.

Rationally, I didn’t think Brooke would be angry given her attitudes about sex, but irrationally I was torn up and kind of afraid that everything was about to fall apart.

However, by the time Brian came back into the bedroom, gloriously naked and carrying a couple bottles of beer, the hungry, animalistic part of my mind took over control from even my most basic irrational thoughts, and I went back to fucking him.

We kept this up for what felt like hours, and if I’m being honest, it felt like we could have kept it up for days.

It was while I was riding him, the two of us well past dirty talk as my tits bounced and my ass jiggled and my stretched pussy took his enormous cock, that we were finally interrupted by a hand at the bedroom door.

“Hey, honey, don’t mean to interrupt anything you’ve got going on,” a familiar-looking woman said, stepping into the room. “I just got in from work, and was wondering how hungry you are, and if you knew when Brooke was getting back, because I want to know if I can sneak in a shower before dinner. Oh! Are you Josie?”

I had to double-check this new woman wasn’t Brooke at first, because at a glance, and by her voice, they could have been sisters. But yes, even though this woman was blonde, just a shade over five feet tall and had a small bust, she was distinct from my girlfriend. Her face was distinctly older, rounder, but still beautiful, her blonde hair was up in a bun instead of Brooke’s trademark pigtails, and her hips were wider with a no doubt fuller ass. Dressed in a business suit, she was a rather beautiful MILF, and easily identifiable.

“That’s… oh god… me… and you’re Brooke’s mom?” I said, holding out a shaky hand as I continued riding her husband.

Letting her bun down in a cascade of honey blonde hair, the woman laughed delightedly. “Brittany! It’s Brittany; you’re dating our daughter, you’re practically family, you can call me Brittany.”

“Okay, Brittany…” I groaned, leaning back and continuing this hard fuck.

“Seems our daughter’s dating a wild one, isn’t she?” Brittany giggled.

“You don’t know the half of it, hon’, this one, she’s something special,” Brian grunted, smacking my ass with a loud crack. “We’ll have to watch the video later, I know it’s gonna be awesome.”

“I’m sure it will be,” Brittany replied, looking down at me and smirking, amused. You wouldn’t know to look at her that she just walked in on her daughter’s girlfriend fucking her husband, but I could certainly deal with this kind of casualness.

“And, yeah, shower, whatever, I’m in no rush, and Brooke’s still not back yet. Unless you wanna join in,” Brian grunted, looking up at me with his cocky grin.

Brittany looked at me, clearly tempted, but ultimately sighed and said, “I’d love to jump in and show Josie a thing or two, but I really need to wash the day off of me soon. It was lovely meeting you, though, Josie!”

“You… toooooo!” I said, my voice getting high with another orgasm as Brian came deep inside of me again, both of us laughing slightly as Brittany disappeared into the bathroom.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, I dropped onto his chest and laughed, “Your wife’s hot.”

“Tell me about it… you know how to fuck, but her… god, once you get her started, she don’t stop,” Brian said.

I laughed again. “I believe you.”

“So, you staying for dinner? I think Brooke’s practice’ll end sometime soon, if she don’t run off to get laid of course, and Britt’s one hell of a cook. It’d be good to have dinner, the four of us, I think,” Brian offered.

I thought about this, then looked at a notification popping up on my phone, currently set on the bedside table.

“Maybe,” I said, trying to hold back a stab of dread as I reached for my phone (without letting his cock fall out of me), and checked to see Brooke’s reply.

BROOKE: OMG, I’m so sorry! I should’ve warned you, he’s done, like, most of my friends, and they all say he’s very persuasive. Totally fine, love you much, tell me you’re staying for dinner? I’ll be home soon!!!

Setting my phone down and smiling at my beautifully insane life, I looked down at the giant whose cock I still sat impaled upon and said, “Yeah, I guess I’ll be staying for dinner after all, Daddy…”

Grinning up at me, Brian King smiled and smacked my ass once more.

I could really get used to this.

***

(Author’s Note 2: Writing these stories is something I do in my spare time for fun, so if you’re enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews, or shoot me some feedback, as these really keep me going. Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you're enjoying my works. It motivates me to continue writing more. You've all been wonderful and I can't thank you enough for all of your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the constructive criticisms!

Before I sign off, I’ve one last thing to say. It’s been a rough few years, and in times like this, it becomes very easy to give in to anger and let that rule your life. I ask that, instead of letting anger run your life, take a breath, ask yourself if anger is really best in this moment, and if it isn’t, try to consider putting some kindness out into the world instead. It’s a rough world out there these days, and while that doesn’t look like it will change anytime soon, it doesn’t take much to make it just a little bit better. Please be good to yourselves, and to everyone else.)