I cursed my friend as he slipped out the front door. She didn't even notice. I stared at her ass as she reached high for something.



“Here, let me get that for you,” I tried not to sound too teasing as I walked up right behind her and grabbed whatever it was she was reaching for. I was so focused on her, I couldn't even comprehend anything else. She had a great ass that her pleated skirt was just barely covering. Her loads of big, purple curls were piled high in a ponytail that I wanted to yank so hard on.

You have a girlfriend, Matt.

The thought was pushed aside as my teenage hard-on pressed against her teasing rear. She, of course, knew exactly what she was doing--just as I did. Her wide, amethyst eyes looked up and back at me, knowing she'd have to arch her back to do so--therefore pushing her ass back against me. Leaning my hands on the counter to box her in and get closer to her, I narrowed my eyes and added a smirk,
“That all ya need, darlin’?”

Violet was promiscuous and everyone knew it. Not that she tried to hide it. She’d bloomed really early and maybe started in on the blow jobs a little early, but as she came into her own--she learned what she liked and what she didn’t and she didn’t take shit from nobody. We were seniors now and somehow I’d managed to keep my dick out of her. Mostly, due to Gloria--my girlfriend.

I was the quarterback and Gloria was captain of the cheerleading squad. Typical high school romance, I guess. Both our sets of parents were religious nutjobs and we’d met freshman year at church. Gloria was into the whole waiting until marriage thing and we both had virginity rings because I had convinced her I was one and she for whatever reason believed me. I think she bought into the farce just like I did--we both play-acted the whole thing without admitting it to anyone including one another. While I cheated on her occasionally and I’m pretty sure she did me as well, we’d never had vaginal sex together. She was one of those that thought anal wouldn’t count, so I got to do that all the time, which I never complained about.

Gloria was the girl I was “supposed” to be with, she made me look good. Violet on the other hand...she was emo-goth, she even had a few tattoos, and all the boys knew she had serious emotional baggage--bad family life and such….she was the forbidden fruit and man, did I want to sink my teeth in.

My “friend” Devon, was my cornerback and had clearly planned this. He’d invited me to a study session with him and what he claimed were several others, at his house. What was several people turned out to be just her, after he left, and his house was actually hers.

After I asked her if she needed anything else, she leaned her head back on my chest, still looking up at me. She ran a hand over my exposed, flexed biceps, “I’ve wanted you since the 8th grade, Matt, when you became so much bigger than all the other guys in our grade.”

“Yeah?” I palmed one of her breasts through her shirt and ran my other hand up under her skirt between her legs. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I hear you can be quite kinky. As you might imagine, I need some kink in my life.” I shoved my erection harder up against her backside as she whimpered a little.
“Are the rumors true?” She shamelessly asked.
“Take me upstairs and find out.” I growled and that made her yank me by the hand up said stairs.



Her parents were clearly well off, but everyone knew they were never around and there were rumors that her parents were actually divorced and just waiting until she graduated to move apart. The key factor that us guys loved to talk about, though? The fact that her father, pretty much wasn’t in the picture.

I removed my shirt and she was practically panting. The look on her face was pretty much the reason I spent so much time in the gym. Football was secondary--I was already a good quarterback and you only needed to work out so much to support that. As she praised my upper body with her hands and lips, I pulled off her shirt and took off her bra. Her tits were fabulous--just as good as they said, better even. I was bound and determined to get my cock in between those later. Gloria’s weren’t big enough to do that to, but in her defense--I was huge.

Unbuckling and unzipping, my jeans weren’t even around my ankles before her hand was in my boxers. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip up at me, “Damn, Matt. You’re going to have to do a lot of work before you get that in me.”



I almost choked at her words, chuckling, “I’ll do what I can, Violet. Right now I need you on your knees.”
This time she was the one choking on a breath, before she did exactly as I asked. I watched as my boxers were pulled down and the head of my cock was put in her mouth. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and lean my head back as she kept going--taking more of me than most girls did and playing with her tongue with a….wow, high level of skill.

When I groaned loudly, she popped off. Looking down at her, she gave me a little girl look that sent shivers down my spine, “You like that, Daddy?”

Oh, holy fuck. So this is how this works. Better step it up, Sanders. I nodded.

“Fuck my mouth, like I’m a bad girl.”

Oh my god yes. Gloria almost never went down on me and definitely never let me do that.



I grabbed her head and slammed into her mouth, careful to stop when my head pushed at her throat. She held on like a champ, keeping her lips fast around me but no teeth. I started a pace, trying to concentrate on what to do to her next, versus coming in her awesome mouth.

Pulling her off, I knelt on the floor next to her, grabbing her ponytail and pulling her to me so she had to look up from my chest, “Bad girls don’t get prepped for me, but you know what they do get? Spanked.” I hauled her up and threw her on the bed, watching carefully for her reactions to see just how far she wanted me to go with this. Which was, apparently farther.

In a hot second she was the rest of the way naked, her ass in the air as her head lay down on a pillow and she bit that lip at me again. And then there were those eyes again. Fucking christ. She had this thing down.

I took a deep breath, standing behind her at the edge of the bed, only to notice how fucking wet she was. Holy fuck.
Violet had totally been egging me on, she could easily take me if she was wet like that already.

I didn’t lead in with anything, only smacked her just right--squeezing her ass after my hand landed. She moaned, so I went for another, a little harder.

“How much punishment do you want, baby girl?” I teased.
“Another, Daddy.”

And another she got. I put everything I had into this one and it had her gasping and panting and me almost whimpering like a girl when she took it that well.
It was slowly dawning on me that this woman, this playmate of mine, would do anything I said and take whatever I wanted to do to her. Jesus. The possibilities I never considered were endless--how the fuck do I pick???

“Over.” I also figured out as she reacted to me, that she specifically liked me vocally ordering her around. Hot.

I climbed over her, putting my knees outside her torso, and pressed my cock to her chest, in between those gorgeous breasts, “You know what to do, honey.”
Violet pressed them together so that they sheathed me and I fought not to come on her face and neck right there. I shallowly thrust as she did her part. When she opened her mouth and fucking licked at my end, though I really thought I was done.

Standing back up quickly, I squeezed hard at the base of my cock to stop it, to starve the orgasm that threatened. When I recovered and raised my eyes, they were met with Violet, sitting up with a finger in her mouth and her knees together, like she hadn’t just done that and was completely innocent.

“Did I do something wrong?” She coyly asked as I stood over her again.
“Yes, Violet. Open those legs and lay back. Your next punishment’s going to be my rock hard cock and taking it without complaint. Think you can do that for me, baby?”

She nodded and laid back, a feigned nervous look on her face. I smirked, never having role played anything before and enjoying it immensely. I rubbered up, taking my time as she stared before rubbing my head over her dripping entrance.

When I pushed forward, I was definitely met with resistance I didn’t expect. Pushing harder, I slipped in and almost cried. Her walls clenched hard around me--wet and demanding and tight.

“Matt--” Violet arched back, throwing those tits in the air as I tried to gather my wits, “Fuck you’re so bi-ig,”

“I s-said n-no complaining, missy--” I pulled out almost the entire way and slammed back in again, making her cry out louder.
“I’m not, Daddy, I promise. I like it. Take me harder, please.”

Good god.

So take her I did--hard and fast and slick and deep and holy damn it was so good. It had been 9 months since I had anything but anal and fuuuuuck it was so….wet. The natural friction versus the lubricant I was so used to was making me see stars. Her attitude turned me harder than I’d ever been before and I knew I had to show her who was boss just like she wanted.

Leaving her, I barked again, “Over. Hands and knees,” There was no way I could handle her face down in a pillow again. The second her ass was in front of me again, I leaned over--not taking her yet, but only rubbing over her slick core.

I didn’t just grab her ponytail, but wrapped it around my hand to get an even better grip. Tugging, I growled into her ear, “You like being Daddy’s little girl, Hm??”
She nodded, her eyes closed with pleasure.
“Does my little girl need a good fuck?”
“Yes, Daddy, please.”

Holy good god this was getting out of control and I thought for sure I was going to Hell after this.

Holding onto her hair, I rocketed forward, welcomed into her tight wetness once again. Fuck she took me so well. I kept going, and she only moaned for more. With Gloria, I always had to go slow, and there was so much prep time due to both my size and it being the back door. With other girls, they still usually couldn’t take much. The size really was a blessing and a curse. The guys all teased me when I complained about it, but it was true--none of their girlfriends could take it if they had to (which some I knew from experience).

I yanked on the ponytail until we were back to chest and let go. Squeezing one breast with a hand, I used the other to anchor her hips as I continued to thrust as hard as I could, which in this position was slightly less. The new angle clearly pleased her, and she shouted that name she kept calling me as she came tight around me.

“Holy fuck, Violet, shit--” I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled out, once again gripping myself so I wouldn’t finish, “I’m not done with you yet, darling.” I took her again in this position, leaning her head on my shoulder so I could just watch her beautiful face--her eyes closed and pouty lips parted with soft, wonderful sounds spilling out.

“You really are gorgeous, you know that?” I kind of broke character and kissed her neck as my dick made up for my comment, pounding away into her. She was so much smaller than I was, which I realized probably made me perfect for her little Daddy kink she apparently had.

I knew enough to know just how to penetrate a girl to hit her g-spot and also knew that because of my length, and girth, it was hard to take in the position I was about to put her in. So if she wanted to tow that line, I knew just how to do it.

Still buried in her, I grunted, “On your back.”

Violet pulled off and turned over, spreading her knees at first. When I went to climb in closer, she snapped them together.

I froze, not ready for what the move did to me. My gaze much more hostile, I looked up at her. Assuming I’d be met with a teasing smile, I was surprised to find pure fright in those amethyst eyes. Fuck she was so good at this.

“Don’t be a bad girl, Violet,” I snarled and went for her knees. Forcing them apart, I fell over her, gripping her face in my hand roughly. I whispered in her ear, “We absolutely need a safe word now, what is it?”
“Seven.” She whispered back before getting back into character and pressing her hands against my chest. Clearly loving the fact that I was way too much man for her, she writhed and I grinned. I pushed down in one clean stroke and was inside her, clamping my hand over her mouth to cover her fake protests.

“I told you to take it without complaint, baby girl, and here you are--complaining,” I started snapping my hips, starting to lose control of myself.

I sat back and gathered her feet to my shoulders, with a little bit of a wonderful fight from her. Spanking her as well as I could from this angle, I pointed a finger at her, “Behave.”

Holding onto her ankles, I thrust forward and took in the view from where I was--owning her, dominating her, pleasuring her. I could see how much she was slicking me up every time I pulled out, and could see the pain-pleasure written across her face every time I thrust in. Every ounce of control I may have had up to this point disappeared and I was flat out punishing her g-spot now.

Violet cried, gripping back at her pillow and sometimes biting on her finger to stop her own yelling. Tears slipped down her cheeks, yet she still didn’t say the word. The ecstasy was blinding--creating a fog around us as I snapped over and over into her. When I could feel the heat coil, I pushed her knees down and out, hands on the back of her thighs--hoping this would bring her to her end as I neared mine.

It was like someone flipped a switch on her orgasm. She arched really high, inhaled sharply, her whole body shook, and I watched as she ejaculated on me, “Daddy!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Fucking hell, Violet--” I pulled out, pulled off the condom and stroked myself until the intense pleasure shot out of me over and over onto her.

Sweaty and out of breath and satisfied, I collapsed next to her. When I could talk again, I finally asked, “Why the hell didn’t we do that ages ago? Holy shit, that was awesome.”

Violet looked over at me, smiling, “Well now ya know, stud...about me and where to find me.”

Fuck yes I did.

Notes

Repeat after me: this is all Ghost's fault. Totally her fault. Dammit that was fucking hawt.

So. Dirty. Jesus. Fuck.