Knocking at Mr Shaw's Door

The man reached for his drink -- rum and coke -- which he'd set on a low table next to his seat. He sipped and looked up into Sophie's face, taking his time, savouring the moment.

Finally, he nodded. "Yes, Miss Bloom, I've thought about you."

With his glass in one hand, Craig sat up, his free hand reaching out to caress the velvety flesh at the top of one of Sophie's thighs. He brushed the girl's labia with his thumb, splitting the folds, the young blonde's body slick with desire.

Sophie winced and gasped when he found her clit. "Oh fuck," she mewled.

"You got a thing for older men?" Craig asked, his thumb describing light circles.

Sophie's boot heels shuffled further apart. She thrust her pelvis forward in an unconscious gesture, making herself more accessible to Craig's digital attentions. "Not particularly," she gasped. "I just saw you and thought you were hot. It isn't an age thing at all ... Oh fuck," the young woman moaned again, nose crinkling. "Don't stop doing that." She grabbed Craig's wrist to hold him in place, her hips rolling as she writhed against his touch.

Maintaining the pressure, Craig leaned to the side and carefully placed his drink on the table. "So it's me? Something about me you like?" he asked.

Sophie chewed on her bottom lip, moaning before she collected herself enough to nod and say, "Just you," she breathed, voice breaking at the end of the second word. "It's the way you move. You're so confident. It's obvious to me you're a very clever bloke, too; and that excites me. I know you were in the police and that you were a detective.

"I've been dying to fuck you for weeks..."

Then a sharp gasp came bursting out of Sophie She moaned and her face twisted into a mask of pure delight. "Oh Jesus, Craig," she mumbled, voice thick with yearning. "That's so fucking nice. You're going to make me come."

The man pulled his hand free of Sophie's restraining grip. "Not yet," he growled, rising to his feet so abruptly that Sophie let out a yip of alarm and staggered backwards. "You're going to be a good girl and walk about a bit for me." Craig waved a hand in an airy gesture that encompassed the room. "Just strut about in those boots. Let me watch you move. I'll sip my drink and look at you."

Sophie's face creased with a degree of puzzlement. "What? I don't get it."

Sighing and shaking his head, Craig said, "Don't disappoint me, Miss Bloom." He waved the finger again. "Just walk around the room a little. Strut your stuff. I want to see you from all angles. Show off those beautiful legs and tight arse."

The girl caught on and grinned. "Like this, you mean?" she asked, turning and sashaying across the room with an exaggerated swing to her hips.

"Fucking lovely," Craig smirked in response, settling into his chair once again. He sipped from his glass, attention fixed on Sophie's round buttocks. "Really fucking marvellous," the man added on a sigh, shaking his head in wonder. "I reckon this is just a dream. I'm going to wake up and it'll be me sitting here on my lonesome on Christmas Eve."

Sophie chuckled and bent at the waist, feet widespread. She reached back and splayed the globes of her backside, the surprisingly meaty flaps peeling apart with sticky reluctance. "It's real," she murmured, looking round to see the man behind her.

Craig nodded and sipped rum, his eyes bright lasers centred on the scarlet gape.

"At least I think it's real," the young woman continued. "Otherwise I'm dreaming, too." Then she purred and moaned while sliding a forefinger into her opening.

"Come here," Craig growled -- a command, not a request. When the girl approached he put down his glass and indicated she should clamber onto his lap. "Astride me, Miss Bloom," he said. "Straddle me."

"Like this?" Sophie grinned, climbing onto the chair and settling her knees either side of Craig's thighs.

"Perfect, Miss Bloom," Craig sighed, hands going round to squeeze taut flesh. He parted the twin moons and eased a finger into the moist heat of her pussy, Sophie gasping and squirming in response. Craig slid a second digit in along the first and stirred the girl's insides. "How fucking wet are you, Miss Bloom? That's a creamy little cunt I can feel."

"Oh, yes, finger me," Sophie returned, fingers clamped against the upright back of the chair as she ducked in to kiss the older man's mouth.

During that first kiss, that serpentine writhing of tongues, for the full minute it went on, with Sophie moaning and gasping into her lover's open mouth, Craig worked at her pussy, rubbing the button of Sophie's clit before teasing the puckered ring of her sphincter.

"Dirty bugger," Sophie squeaked, pulling away when the tip of Craig's forefinger dabbed at her anus.

Smirking, Craig snickered. It was a low and dangerous sound.

In a tone to match the snicker, his expression feral, Craig said, "You have no idea, Miss Bloom."

Her response came on a sigh as she moved in for another kiss: "Then show me ... daddy."

*Sophie*

Being naked in front of him is a thrill. I like the little touch with the FMBs, too -- just a hint of kinkiness in it as I walk about for him in nothing but the boots. I'm already thrumming, but showing off this way cranks me up a gear.

He's so in control, too. Him sitting there fully clothed while he just ... stares at me is a little unsettling. The way he looks at me makes me nervous, a bit like being in a room with a supposedly tame tiger. It's meant to be safe, but...

All the same, as anxious as I am about him staring at me all predatory still churns up my insides and has me gagging to fuck.

When he tells me to, I go to him, climbing onto his lap so he can finger my cunt while we share a first kiss. Then he tickles my arsehole, that touch sending me reeling, and after I've called him a dirty bugger he sends me back across the living room to the settee.

Of course, I get on and do it; I think I'll do anything he wants me to.

And I tell him so as I'm knelt on the sofa, my backside thrust high while Craig is back there slurping at my rectum, holding me wide apart with his big hands, his tongue wriggling into that dark, taboo cavern.

"Oh God," I whine, thrilled at what he's doing. It feels so wet and squirmy. It's such a nasty thing to do but it's really getting me going. The wrongness only makes it better. "Do whatever you want to me. I don't care. I'll be your Christmas gift, Craig," I groan when he sucks my pussy-flaps between his teeth, a finger diddling my clit. "Use me. Do whatever filthy, dirty things you want."

Craig laps at my pussy, wriggling that tongue in there like he did to my anus. He's got two fingers in my cunt as he rises up and leans over me. Then we're kissing, my lust on his tongue. I can taste my own sex on him while he works my insides.

"I could phone a few of the boys," the filthy-minded fucker whispers at me. "Four or five of them could come over and we could all take turn at you, Miss Bloom." His fingers have me clawing at the chair; my hips are rolling as I try to force myself onto his hand.

When he breathes the obscenities into my ear I groan and sob, as close to coming as I've been since we started. 'm so fucking desperate to come I'm moaning and grunting and babbling obscene nonsense.

"If you want me to do that," I'm squeak. "I'll do it for you. I'll suck and fuck their cocks if you want me to. I'll take them all on. They can gangbang my cunt. They can cover me in cum. I'll let them pump spunk into my body if you tell me to..."

Then the bastard leaves me knelt there, pussy on fire, my body gaping and soaked with my desperate need. I'm absolutely choking to climax, as mad for cock as I've ever been -- and I've been pretty hot for fucking in the past. So horny and worked up that I've done what I said I'd do for Craig. At university one hot summer's evening, after an afternoon of drinking I took on three men at the same time.

It was absolutely superb. I had complete control of three very hard cocks, with three very ardent young men to fuck them into me. It went on for ages, with me milking one of them dry with my cunt or my mouth or my hand, another one ready, willing and very able popping up quite literally to take his place.

At one time, when I was totally wild for it all to happen, I had one in each hole. I was astride one fit young bloke while another nudged away at my anus, the third trying to force his length into my gullet. In amongst the madness we fell into a rhythm, with the man in my mouth under control of one of my hands before he got too carried away and shredded my throat.

When it ended I had spunk drying in my hair and smeared across my face. My tits and the cheeks of my arse were covered in dollops of semen. Jizm seeped out of my pussy, which felt all battered and achy after being used so harshly; my anus stung and I had bruises dotted on the tender places at the tops of my arms from where those men had hauled me round to suit their needs. My thighs were no better off.

But, as sordid and slutty as it had been, I sure was satisfied despite the aches and pains.

So, if my new Daddy wants his mates to gangbang me -- bring it on!

With Craig behind me, with me gawping back in surprise at his sudden abandonment, he shakes his head and says, "Not tonight, Miss Bloom. Tonight it'll be just you and me."

And then he's pulling his tee-shirt over his head, and in the process reveals a decent bod for an old man. Craig is big around the chest, broad-shouldered with brawny arms. He's got some definition on him -- not a tight-bodied youngster to be sure, but fit enough to hold my interest. Then he unbuttons his cargo pants and shucks them to his knees, boxers going down too. Craig then straightens to show off this great lump of a gnarled and veiny cock. Honestly, the fucking thing's like some kind of medieval weapon, a bludgeon used in some dark and terrible dungeon. It's stiff and angry, waggling around like some heavy jib in the wind.

"I didn't know you were coming round," the dirty old bastard smirks, cranking a hand along his length. "But I hope this will do as a nice little Christmas present for you."

"Little!" I blurt, boggling at the loveliest example of male appendage I've ever seen -- and I've seen quite a few. "That thing's enormous."

Craig smiles at me. It's not exactly a pleasant smile, more like his predatory I'm-going-to-split-your-cunt-in-two-with-this kind of look -- which is exactly what I'm hoping.

"You say the nicest things, Miss Bloom," he rumbles, stroking his thick dick.

I can't reply because soon after I'm trying to stuff the huge domed head of that cock between my lips.

*Craig*

He watched her for a minute or two, took pleasure in the sight of her struggling gamely to accommodate his girth with her mouth.

Then, he reached for her ponytail and -- gently, he didn't want to cause her pain -- guided her to her feet.

Craig stepped back and worked his fist slowly along the length of his cock. "Come here," he growled. "Put your arms around my neck. I'll lift you up."

Blinking, Sophie asked, "You want to fuck me? Now?"

The man nodded and said, "Stop fucking about asking questions. Come here."

A few seconds later she was monkey-hanging off Craig's neck, his big hands a cradle beneath her buttocks. Craig used the tips of his fingers to peel Sophie's flesh apart, urging the girl to reach under with one hand.

"I'll hold you," he assured the blonde. "You won't fall. Put it in, Miss Bloom," Craig breathed, eyes shining with inner desires. "I want to feel your hot cunt around my dick."

"Use that word again," gasped Sophie as she took hold of Craig's erection. "Lift me up a bit so I can get you in. Tell me dirty stuff. I'm in the mood for--" The girl groaned and winced, mouth falling open as she then stared wide-eyed at her lover, the length of him splitting her open.

"In the mood for a good fucking?" Craig retorted. "How does that feel, Miss Bloom? Is it good? I can tell you it feels fucking sweet to me. Your pussy's hot and wet and tight, you little slut. Is this why you came round to see me?" Craig bounced the girl a few times, with her raising herself up, using her arms to lift her body off that cock before sliding back onto it. "Did you need your cunt stuffing with cock?"

"Oh," Sophie whined before pressing tight to the man, her mouth hungrily searching for his.

They kissed, with Craig using his strength to aid Sophie as she eased up and down his length.

The heat of the moment nearly overwhelmed the man's senses. What a total surprise, a complete shock: the delightfully fuckable Miss Bloom turning up on Christmas Eve all hot and bothered between her legs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime-occurrence, a Halley's Comet event he wasn't going to let slip past. Craig returned the kiss, lust surging inside him. She was everything he'd imagined and more. The girl was exquisite, so petite and beautifully formed. He'd often felt the tug of some deep, primal urge as he'd watched her at work, surreptitiously observing the eager young manager while lewd fantasies formed in his mind.

That he was living the reality of Sophie's physical presence was unbelievable. He struggled to accept the truth of the situation: that her taut young body was in his hands, that her sex squelched on his cock and her insides were gripping him with that molten embrace.

The kiss went on, tongues swirling as the pair conveyed their desires to one another with gasps and sighs and murmured nonsense.

"Fucking gorgeous," Craig mumbled.

"Fuck me, oh please, just fuck me," Sophie babbled in response.

Craig replied with, "I'm going to, Miss Bloom. I'm going to ride the fucking arse off you."

"You can fuck my arse if you want," gasped the girl. "You can do anything..."

They met for another kiss, desperation ballooning within Craig. He wanted to get at the young woman properly. Having her on his cock was good, the sensations divine, but what he really wanted was her on her back, legs hooked around his arms so he could pound at her vulnerable cunt until the bliss pumped from him.

He carried Sophie from the room, staggering slightly as he negotiated the wide hall, moving past the door of the second bedroom, heading for the end of the corridor.

There were two doors facing him, both closed. Craig pushed the one on the left open with his foot, entering his bedroom with Sophie still clinging to him.

With a yelp of fright coming from the girl, Craig launched her onto the bed. She bounced there for a second or two, wide-eyed and gape-mouthed with surprise.

He was on her before she could say a word.

Craig moved to the foot of the bed and hauled the blonde to the edge. He knelt on the floor while Sophie's legs fell wide of their own accord. After that, following a few moments pause to savour the sight of such a healthy young woman all aroused and ready, Craig ducked in and lapped at Sophie's swollen clit.

*Sophie*

I felt so stuffed with him when he first told me to put it in. I reached down and grabbed it and mushed the bell-end against my pussy. There was a little thrust from Craig as I bore down...

And fuck me but didn't that big thing just slide in. It took my breath away, him filling me up like that.

He's a strong old bugger. Craig managed to hold me up while I went a bit mental for his dick. I'm tiny, yes, but I was going for it in a big way, loving the way he felt inside me. I felt safe in his hands, confident he wouldn't drop me.

So now we're in his bedroom. I haven't had time to notice much at all. He flung me onto this massive bed, some kind of extra king-size thing as big as a tennis court before he got down and started to suck my pussy.

There was an uncomfortable moment before he started at me with the tongue and the fingers, when he stared at my pussy for a few seconds.

I've got this "thing" about my labia. To me they seem too ... well, big. I'm a small girl but my flaps are out of proportion and I'm a bit shy about them. If I'm in complete slut mode I'm not bothered at all, but during that very brief lull, as horny as I was, I was anxious that Craig might not find me very attractive down there. I think my flaps are like elephants ears, dangling and trembling between my legs. Neurotic perhaps? Okay, yes, maybe I'm exaggerating their size a little, and nobody has ever complained, but I did get a little jab of anxiety when Craig paused to stare, a little jolt of unease that soon evaporated when he started to lick my pussy and clit.

He's still down there, working two fingers into my opening while he sucks the meaty folds of my labia between his teeth. He goes at my clit, the pleasure lifting my pelvis from the bed as I try to grind my cunt against his face. I need it on my clit. If he goes for my clitty some more I'll come.

And there he is, licking me, tongue working my flesh, the climax simmering away. It's as though he's read my mind -- or maybe I grunted at him to do it?

All it will take is another few seconds.

If he keeps at it I'll get there.

Oh, here it comes, here it comes...

And the bastard pulls back again! Right at the final second! Just as I'm about to boil over he lifts his head from my pussy.

"I was almost there!" I wail.

He ignores me. Craig stands and reaches down to grab my wrist. He pulls me up, with just enough pressure to indicate he wants me to stand. He isn't dragging me forcibly and I manage to raise myself.

"One arm around my neck," he says through clenched teeth.

I pick up on his urgency and comply, hooking an arm around my lover's neck. Then he lifts me in both arms, his hands going to a place on my thighs just above my knees, turning me away from him at the same time so my lower back is to him.

Next, muttering the instruction as he spreads me wide, Craig says, "Put me in again." I feel his breath hot against my neck when he repeats the order. "Get hold of my cock and put it in your cunt, Miss Bloom."

I do as he says and I'm suddenly filled with him again.

Craig turns, and that's when I notice the bank of mirrors fronting the wardrobe. He's got hold of me, my torso angled against him while he's got my legs hooked around his arms. Craig holds me wide; I couldn't close my legs if I wanted to. I can see it all right there, my body jammed full of big cock.

"Oh Jesus," I moan, boggling at my reflection. "That's just so fucking bad..."

Lust explodes inside me, an arterial burst of intense yearning brought on by seeing myself accepting the girth of Craig's cock. I can see him stretching me, my flesh tight around him while the length probes my insides.

Watching myself fuck isn't something I've experienced before. I've done a lot of other stuff, but never seen myself in the act. Witnessing my pussy jammed with dick is one thing, but when I look up and see my face it's a whole new story.

I don't recognise myself at first. Who is this blonde slattern looking back at me with glazed, heavy-lidded eyes, her face slack with whatever it is she's feeling?

But I know exactly what it is that girl feels, and it's bloody divine.

And I don't want it to stop. I never want this to end.

"I've never felt this way about a man," I mumble, the emotions I'm experiencing too complex to convey. "Don't let me go."

***

We're back on the bed. I'm on my back with my legs wide. Craig, the absolutely gorgeous bastard, has my knees hooked around his arms. He's holding himself off me with locked elbows, fists against the bed, his eyes locked on mine while he fucks in and out of me.

I want to scream the fucking place down. It's so lovely feeling the mass of him splitting me open, his cock touching me in all the right places.

Lifting my arms I beg him for a kiss, and a second later we're joined at the mouth as my tongue dances with Craig's and my cunt clenches around his dick.