Chapter 1 Heartbreaks & Whiskey

RENEE ‘Yes, Dylan, fuck me harder.’ ‘You like it when I fuck you hard?’ ‘Oh yesssss… Oh yesssss Dylan…’ I shut my eyes tightly, a whimper escaping my lips as I tried to block the taunting memories in my head. The memory was clear as day. Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo in our bed. I’d found him fucking her on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment. When I arrived home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the building were clothes flung haphazardly, strewn around in the living room. Following the trail, picking up the bra and panties I’d seen on the way, I kept trying to tell myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from my room, and I froze. Our room… Instantly, the steady pounding of my heartbeat increased, my chest tightening as a tear found its way down my cheek. Soft moans had drifted through the apartment, along with the small creaky sounds of our rickety old bed, and at first I stood like a statue, unmoving. The shock had my whole body paralyzed, and my jaw dropping, I stood close to the slightly open door, desperately looking for the courage to peek inside the room. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, and after a while, my breathing steadied itself as I inhaled once more. I placed my hand on the doorknob, and after peeping into the room, my eyes met with the worst and most shocking sight. Dylan hadn’t noticed my presence as he’d been so deeply engrossed in the sexual activity, and as for the woman with him, she was busy stroking her clit, her moans loud and throaty. She continued to urge Dylan as he pumped in and out of her pussy while I watched, and that’s when I’d lost it.. “Shit!” I cursed, the tears at the back of my eyes drying up and my lids opening instantly. What the hell was wrong with me? I was already getting wet imagining them together. Now I was ashamed and embarrassed. The drinks I’d been having since I stepped into this bar with Nicole were getting to my head I blinked twice, pushing away the image of Dylan’s cheating ass, and instead, I chugged the whiskey down my throat, grimacing bitterly at the harsh burn. I was heartbroken, sad, and fucking horny as hell. I now hated my meek and holy lifestyle. If I’d been bratty, surely I would’ve gotten someone to fuck the shit out of me. That would’ve probably cleared my head of all the memories of Dylan. But I had no one. I didn’t have a fling or a hook-up, as I’d been faithful to Dylan all these years. Even though I was at a bar, I wouldn’t say I liked the idea of picking a random stranger to go home with and never see again. I would be a ‘slut.’ That’s what Dylan called me when he’d finished fucking that woman, and they’d caught me staring. Without a slightest bit of remorse on his face, Dylan had given me an evil smirk and told me right to my face that he’d done everything on purpose because I didn’t satisfy him sexually. What a prick! While he was dressing up casually, he’d bluntly told me that I’d been neglecting him by working my ass off day and night and not making time for him. His words went; thus, ‘I’m sorry you had to see this, Renee. But I wanted you to. I’ve been sex-starved these past few weeks, and you did nothing about it. Even after I complained! So, I had to look for an alternative and satisfy myself. Dare I say she did well, and I hope this teaches you a lesson, you slimy slut. I still love you, but I can’t continue jerking off every morning in the shower when I have a girlfriend who….’ He’d continued spewing trash, and it’d taken all my strength not to walk over to where he was and smack him square and hard in the face. But I composed myself. At first, I didn’t give him the reaction he was expecting, as I kept mute, and disappointment had flashed in his blue eyes. As for the stupid bitch by his side, she was still lying on the bed. She stared at me with a haughty look while rubbing her tits, her legs wide open, and slowly stroking her clit with her legs wide open. A tear had fallen from my face at long last and clutching my purse without so much as a word, I whirled around and scampered out of the house, humiliation and disgrace coursing through me. Now…. “Oh Renee, don’t tell me these tears streaming down your face are still because of that self-centered, egotistical prick?” Nicole, my best friend asked, and I just sighed sadly. I didn’t even know what to say. I drowned my sorrow with another drink and mumbled bitterly with red-rimmed eyes, “I can’t stop thinking about it, Nicole. I loved him. I could see my future with him and—” ”Oh, stop this, Renee. You’re making me ashamed right now.” Nicole cut in. I ignored her and continued, “It hurts so much, Nicole. I can’t fathom being with a man other than Dylan. He was my first love, for goodness’ sake! He took my virginity, and he was my first in everything. We loved each other so much, and—”“And he still cheated on you? Oh, get your act together, girl. I dragged you here to have fun. Not to mope around.” Nicole slurred, a bubbly laughter escaping her throat, and her mockery only intensified my pain. I knew she didn’t mean any harm, but the words hurt. “His reason is just so absurd, you know.” After a brief silence descended between us, coughing as I spoke, I began to say again, “He told me he broke up with me because I rarely slept with him. Can you imagine? He said I wasn’t giving him enough of my time and… Dylan knows how hard I work to provide for myself and my sick mother. He knows how hard I’ve been looking for a stable job since leaving college and how I’ve been saving up so hard but still, he had to blame me for being—” I gurgled as Nicole forced a cherry into my mouth, telling me to shut up without words. I shot her a bitter look. “You know what? You can’t keep being like this. It’s been two days since you caught the motherfucker cheating, and you’ve been crying like a kid. He might be fucking another blonde bimbo now or a brunette beauty while you’re here bawling your eyes out. Man up, bitch!” The thought of Dylan moving on or sleeping with another lady brought a bitter taste to my mouth, and I grimaced. ”I just don’t know what to do and—” “Oh, I know the best therapy for you! For us, actually!” Nicole announced, a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling mischievously. I slurped, gulping back the vomit threatening to spill out of my throat. My head felt wobbly and heavy, and my body was shaking. But still, I kept drinking, intent on doing anything that would take my mind off Dylan. “What do you say about a vacation?”“A vacation? Nicole, I don’t have that much money to—”“This one’s completely free, Renee. I got two tickets to a beach festival in Miami. It’s an expense-paid trip with free rooms, food, and Wi-Fi. I’ve been keeping it a secret. I wanted to tell you at a better time, but I guess I have to tell you now. What do you think about it?” For a while, I kept drinking the strong whiskey with my face upturned as I considered Nicole’s proposal. I had so much work to do and money I needed to raise. But this vacation offer was tempting, and the opportunity wouldn’t come again. I had to go. “What do you say, Renee?” Nicole half yelled, raising her voice due to the booming music in the bar. I stared at the funny expression on her face and chuckled softly. “Answer me, Renee! Stop keeping me in some goddamn suspense,” Nicole said again, and this time I gave a curt nod. “I want to hear your answer. Come on! Miami is filled with so many hot guys. You might get lucky and even hook up with one. He could be your rebound. Get your pussy drilled so hard you never think about Dylan again, and—” Was I going there to meet hot guys or to have fun? Before Nicole could finish, I answered, “Yes! Yes! Let’s go on the freaking trip! Let’s do this!” I then proceeded to vomit uncontrollably amidst Nicole’s startled scream. “What the hell did you do? Renee!” Nicole yelled, her hand patting my back as I kept vomiting and she looked around, desperately trying to call for help. I’d made a mess all over the floor of the city’s most popular dance club and I wouldn’t even be surprised if we were thrown out eventually. However, all I could think about was our short vacation to Miami, and a giddy feeling coursed through me. “Oh goodness gracious, Renee.” Nicole muttered, calling my name for the umpteenth time and dragging me up simultaneously. As I straightened, I locked gazes with her, and as if on cue, we both began to laugh uncontrollably… Oh well!

Chapter 2 The Stranger

RENEE “Apply the sunscreen all over your body. Don’t leave a part dry. We’re staying at the beach all through the afternoon, and we won’t be back till….” I rolled my eyes, my hands clumsily massaging my skin while I tried to obey my best friend’s orders. Finally, we were in Miami, ready to enjoy ourselves. With Nicole’s persistence and support, I was able to muster my courage and go back to the apartment I shared with my cheating ex-boyfriend to get my stuff. Luckily, he was not at home when I went there, and so I just left him a goodbye note. I didn’t care about the money or refund he owed me since I wasn’t staying all through the rental period and the groceries we’d bought together, I left it all for him. I was turning over a new leaf, just like Nicole suggested, and I was intent on seeing it through. Also, I’d cut all ties with him by erasing his information from my phone and blocking him on all my social media accounts. I knew I had to move on with my life, and slowly I was embracing this new step. I was now single. Nicole was also single, and together the both of us decided to enjoy life to the fullest. Starting from the moment we left for the vacation in Miami, we would forget all our worries and focus solely on ourselves. Doing each and everything that would bid well for us. Today was our second day and so far, my experience has been satisfying. Ever since I’d stepped down from the train and inhaled the fresh air and breeze in this new city, I felt refreshed and hopeful. I was going to have fun, irrespective of whatever or whomever and I was so grateful to Nicole for persuading me into going on this trip. “You look damn stunning, girl.” Nicole whistled, standing behind me by the full-length mirror in our tiny motel room and I grinned happily. My eyes inspected the nearly see-through outfit I had on. “Well, last night I was acting too shy at the beach party, so today I decided to be bolder. That’s why, I’m going for something more daring.”“Well, this is more than daring bitch. You look hot.” Nicole chimed in, her jaw dropping open at the same time. A blush crept up my cheeks. The little powder and makeup I’d applied earlier did well in concealing my embarrassment. Turning back to the mirror, I once again appraised my outfit. I’d worn a large hat, a see-through woolen wrap skirt, and a bra top. My curves were on full display, and with the line of my panties accentuating my assets, I did look hot, just like Nicole confirmed, and the realization had me swallowing heavily. I was not so voluptuous, but still, I was curvy. With large breasts and hips that went on for days, I could easily describe myself as an hourglass. I had everything necessary to make a man go crazy, and once again, I wondered why Dylan had cheated on me. The saying ‘nothing can keep a man except one who wanted to be kept’ was all too true and I believed it now, especially. I was curvier than that bitch he’d been in bed with. I was even prettier. But still, he’d— “Hey, Renee…” Nicole interrupted my thoughts, waving her hands in front of my face and I shook my head, blinking twice, and returning to reality. “I’ve been talking to you, but you’re ignoring me. What’s in your head, girl? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that good for nothing….”“No!” I answered quickly, lying through my teeth. “I’m not thinking about him at all, Nicole. He’s the past, and this is the present.”“Then why didn’t you r—”“I was staring at my beautiful body.” I winked, doing a little twirl and grabbing Nicole’s hands, I added, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Nicole didn’t believe me by the look on her face, but I wasn’t divulging more information, that’s for sure. Gripping her wrist, I dragged her toward the room’s exit, and then we left for the beach. • The sun was scorching this afternoon, burning heavily, and now I was grateful to Nicole for forcing me to wear sunscreen before coming out. I would’ve burned if I’d disobeyed her and done as I pleased. As I remembered my very delicate skin, I shuddered, thinking about the red patches that would have been on my skin had I refused to obey my best friend’s suggestions. Stretched on a lounge chair, my sunglasses atop my pert nose, I was sunbathing and tanning beautifully. I was all alone as Nicole had gone to talk to some random stranger she’d met. I wasn’t in the mood to make small talk, so being here was convenient. Yawning slightly, I winced slowly, my hands going to my dry, parched throat, and I hissed softly in pain. The tropical fruit juice I’d gotten earlier was almost finished, and my mouth was burning up already. “Dang it!” I cursed inwardly, slowly getting up from the chair and putting on my mini flip-flops. I then decided to refill my drink and come back to rest. I went to the mini snacks shop and requested an order. I paid, and just as I was about to leave, I heard a deep baritone behind me. “I’ll have what the lady is having, please. Two cups.” I stepped back, wanting to leave, but I was trapped. The stranger was behind me, keeping me in between him and the bar counter. His cool breath fanned my neck, making the hair on my neck stand at attention. I gulped nervously, about to say something. Still, I couldn’t speak, because the veiniest hands I’d ever seen stretched forward, placing stacks of dollar bills on the counter. Those hands… looked so strong. I could only imagine the face behind such vein-scorched wrists. “You can keep the change.” The voice from behind me said again, and then there was some shuffle like he was trying to give me some space. Luckily, I was right because he wasn't behind me when I took a step back, and swirling around, intent on seeing the rather prude stranger, I opened my mouth to say something. “Damn!” I mumbled softly to myself. Whatever crude remark I’d been thinking flew away the instant I set my eyes on him, and heat wafted through my cheeks as I blinked again and again. Standing in front of me, with a wink and sneaky smile, was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. If ‘sin’ were human, then he’d be the embodiment of it effortlessly. That was the first word that came to mind as soon as I caught a full glimpse of his face. It was unlike any other I’d ever seen. His eyes were like two deep hypnotic oceans, intense and sharp, with an unreadable glint. I could undoubtedly lose myself in them, this I knew. His face was also an example of perfection. I'd been taught that everyone was excellent in different ways. But this man right here took the definition of that word to a completely different level. His lips were an enticing shade of pink, and the fact that it was stretched in a sneaky smirk had my insides melting into a gooey mess. My thighs clenched at the same time, and I was seemingly drowning in this hulk of a man. He looked like he was in his late thirties with his broad shoulders and veiny hands. Fuck it, he was handsome. Literally, physically and in every other way. A grin bubbled across his face when he spoke up, and my trance was cut short instantly. “Hello. You seem quite enraptured? Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

Chapter 3 The Offer

RENEE What an egotistical prick! This statement left my lips the second he said those words. The thought enveloped me as his deep blue eyes entrapped me while I stared at him unabashedly. ‘I seemed pretty enraptured. Was there anything I’d like to say to him?’ I twisted his questions and thought to myself, was there anything I’d like to say to him? There was so much I’d like to mumble, maybe up close in his ears, my breasts brushing his chest, and my hands grazing the stubble on his chin. He quirked his brows as I took a small step back, embarrassed at being caught staring. I shook my head, trying to discard the illicit thoughts in my head. He placed his right elbow on the nearby counter, a clear indication that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon and that he intended to talk to me. His lips were still stretched in that sneaky smirk that did things to my insides, and I swallowed heavily. Damnit! I couldn’t stop looking at him. When I couldn’t look away, I realized this was the first man I was feeling attracted to in years other than Dylan. ‘Was this a good thing or not?’ I pondered, my eyes roaming over him. I dragged my gaze from his sinful as fuck face to his chest, and I saw that he had on a white shirt that he filled out amazingly. A small chest tattoo peeked through and I imagined how he’d look naked, my curiosity unstoppable, as different thoughts took over. He wore black shorts, and his legs were so virile and robust. He was so muscular, ripped, and handsome that once again I began to imagine how he’d look sprawled on the bed with nothing on. The grip of my hand on my cup tightened, and I took a small gulp of the tropical drink, soothing my parched throat. “You’re not saying anything, baby girl?” His deep husky voice broke through the steamy silence between us, and pleasure rippled through me at what he called me. I felt goosebumps on my skin, and I could tell my cheeks were burning bright red. Baby girl… My mind began to wander and as my eyes closed briefly, I imagined myself on all fours, with this heavily built man behind me, plowing the insides of my pussy. At intervals, he’d call me baby girl, his veiny hands snaking around my waist and his vast fingers finding the folds of my pussy, stroking it. At the same time, I would scream and come undone, his name leaving my mouth as I reached my orgasm. He would finger fuck me, bring me to the edge, satisfying me so much. He was older than me. This was a bonus point for my illicit thoughts because it meant he’d be experienced and… “Baby girl…” He called out, interrupting my sex-fused reverie, and I blinked twice. I felt a warm sensation ripple through me, and biting my lower lips unconsciously, I began to feel hot. “Oh, when you bite your lips like that?” He groaned animalistically, and before I knew what was happening, he took a step forward and brought his fingers to my lips, caressing gently. “What—” I started to say, but he shushed me, a grin on his lips. He brushed my lips with his fingers, his hands going to my wavy strawberry-blonde hair, and he caressed it gently too. “I guess the first thing I should ask would be your name, right?” He asked. “My name is Renee, and you?” I blurted out. “Hmmmn… Renee.” A deep growl emanated from his lips as he brushed my hair softly. “Such a lovely name.” Sweat broke out all over me, and I shuddered slowly with my breathing coming in small, rapid pants. “I’m Robert. Robert Clarke. We can keep the rest of the introductions for later. You’re shaking. Are you horny?” He asked sharply, catching me off guard and I let out another flustered breath. My eyes shifted and I looked around , wondering if anyone had heard him ask that question. Luckily for me, no one seemed to be nearby. The man who’d served us earlier was nowhere to be found, and the whole place was a bit rowdy, with everyone minding their business. No one seemed to be looking at us, and a wave of relief filled me instantly. “Are you horny, Renee?” Robert asked again. Still flushed, I lied through my teeth, “No!” The curves of his lips broke into another wide grin as if making a mockery of me. He knew I was lying. “Your breathing is shallow, and you’re shaking softly….” His fingers left my hair, and he began stroking my cheek. “Your legs are trembling, and I’m sure your black panties are already wet. Your plump lips keep begging me for a kiss because you’re biting them unconsciously. I’m not a mind reader, but I know you crave something I can give you.”“Fuck!” I blurted out, cursing under my breath as I tried to take a step back, wanting some space between us, but he gripped my shoulders, entrapping me and not letting go. “You desperately want a man’s touch. You want me to touch you, and I assure you I will do that. I would take you to places you’ve never seen, baby girl… You need to trust me.”“You… you… are… You’re a stranger. I… I don’t want to….” I stammered defensively, still trying to leave, but he wasn’t letting go, and for some weird reason, I liked that he wasn’t. I liked how he dominated me in this public place. “So meek and shy, exactly my type,” Robert said again, his eyes twinkling and my thighs clenched involuntarily. “I would like to fuck you.” He said, not mincing words. “You might think I’m crude or blunt, but since I saw you, I couldn’t think of anything other than drilling your tight hole. You know… I’ve been watching you since I saw you at the beach with your friend yesterday.”“You’ve been stalking me? Are you a pervert or wh—”“Come with me.” He said, cutting me off and taking a step backward, he then stretched his hand toward me. “I should come with you, to where? Hell, I don’t even know who you are!” I almost yelled, stopping myself at the last second. ‘What the hell is wrong with you, Renee? You’re attracted to this man. Why not go for it, and have the time of your life? Nicole is already off with a stranger enjoying herself, and you want to keep being meek and holy? Why don’t you accept this offer? Why don’t you be with this insanely hot as fuck man? Do you want to miss this offer of a lifetime?’ I could hear my inner voice urging me on, and I flushed, my face gleaming red as I thought it over. “Don’t worry, baby girl, I won’t bite.” Robert said again. Maybe, I needed to take him up on his offer. What was the worst that would happen? I knew he’d satisfy me well, so what? Dylan was already having fun, but here I was contemplating and thinking like a moron. Now I had an opportunity, but I was letting it go to waste. No! This man had been watching me. He might have even come to buy the drinks on purpose so he could talk to me. He was making an effort, and it was so sexy. “I need to tell my friend that I won’t be coming back to our room. She’s…”“Take your time, princess.” He said softly, kissing my knuckles and I gave him a warm smile, suddenly feeling free with him. His little gestures and flirtatious winks turned me on, and now my nipples were hard as a rock already. Pftttt… Taking my phone out from the little pouch bag strapped to my waist, I quickly sent Nicole a text, telling her that I was off to some shenanigans with a very handsome stranger and a smile on my lips, I giggled slightly when her text came through. Nicole: Damn girl, who is he? I want all the freaking details, ma’am. Me: Of course ma cheríe. I texted back and quickly dropped my phone back in my purse, even though it chimed with a response from her again. “Are you ready?” Robert asked, coming close and brushing my hair softly. I nodded shyly, batting my eyelashes as I stared at the floor—anywhere but at him. “Okay, then.” He whispered and placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently began to steer me out of the small hut-like building. “What about your drinks?” I asked. “I have something better than some tropical fruit juice. I want to taste you, sweet girl. And not that…” He trailed off, flirting excessively with me, and I blushed all over. However, as we walked, I kept asking myself over and over if I was doing the right thing.

Chapter 4 Call Me Daddy

ROBERT “Gently, gently…” I whispered as I held Renee’s hands tightly, brushing her skin now and then as we walked to my hotel suite. It was like a dream. The woman I’d fantasized about last night was in my arms, and every now and then, I kept shooting her a glance, wanting to know if she was real. I’d seen her at the beach party last night when I held a meeting with my business partners. The moment she’d stepped into my line of sight, the wheels in my head had began to turn. For the first time in years, I’d felt an insanely possessive urge to dominate a woman and I vowed within myself that I’d have her before leaving this damned city. Wherever I had to go to find her, whatever length I had to make, I’d do it. As long as it got that strawberry-blonde beauty underneath me. She’d been wearing large tops and long-fitted jeans, but still, I could see her every curve. The red cotton material hung over her large breasts, and even though she was duly covered, I could see the lines of her hard nipples. She didn’t make any effort that night, just drinking with her friend and talking about whatever, but she had my full attention. With that milky white skin and big brown eyes sparkling brightly, the mysterious lady was, without a doubt, the only human who had me enraptured in years. Lust or love, at first sight, I didn’t know what to make of it, but I’d vowed to have a taste of her, and anything that happened would determine itself later. I wasn’t into young women, but the moment I’d set eyes on that fresh, young, and petite goddess, I suddenly got a fetish. Every time I looked at her, something bubbled from deep within, and at long last when I was finally done with my business meeting, wanting to go talk to her, she was nowhere to be found. I’d asked the party organizers about her, describing the strawberry-blonde beauty to them. Still, no one seemed to know who she was, and with sagging shoulders, I’d returned to my hotel room. Taking a cold shower, I masturbated to images of her plump, red-lined lips sucking my dick hard and fast, and my orgasm was heavy like I’d never experienced in my life. It was strange. So strange I had these desires for a lady half my age, and considering how I’d sworn off women these past few months, it baffled me. My sleep had been fruitless, filled with horny dreams. Luckily for me, today, when I’d stepped out for fresh air, I’d spotted her. She had on the sexiest swimwear I’d ever seen, and the moment I’d set my eyes on her, I knew I was gone for life. I knew I had to make my move or else…. “Are we there yet?” Her meek voice cut through my thoughts. Blinking twice, I twirled her slowly until her back was to me and then replied, “Soon, baby girl. Soon.” I knew she was blushing because her whole body shook slightly, and I chuckled. Still leading her through the corridor, we finally got to the door that led to my room. Swiping my electric card, the door opened, and we walked in together. “Oh my…” She gasped, her eyes flickering as she surveyed my suite and I grinned proudly. She had no idea I owned this hotel, and I was fucking wealthy. Honestly, I loved how we got to know each other and how natural the conversation had been ever since. Women flocked to me because of my wealth. But that was not the case with Renee. She had no idea who I really was, and I liked that. She was with me for one obvious reason, to have sex. And that was all. Or was it not? “Is this your room or…?”“Yes, this is where I’m staying for the time being.”“The time being?” She asked, turning to face me, her brows quirked in confusion. “I’m here on a business trip.” I said curtly, not wanting to prolong the conversation. “Are you still thirsty, or did your tropical juice satisfy you?”“Yes, I'm thirsty.” She said albeit absentmindedly, her eyes still roaming around my room. “Unfortunately for you, the only drink I have here you have to get from my body, from under my waistline, to be precise and it’s in abundance, baby girl.” A cough escaped her lips as she whirled around to face me, her whole body suddenly red, her eyes wide in confusion. She was biting her plump lips, her hands stroking her chest and the edges of her breasts. At the same time, her eyes strayed down my body…to my crotch and the bulging erection in display. The atmosphere was becoming heated, and I could hear the shallow sounds of her labored breathing as I took a step forward. “Baby girl…” I whispered into her ear, nudging my head and kissing the base of her neck. She was so small in front of me, and as I continued trailing kisses down her neck, my finger hovered on her chest. I so desperately wanted to feel her breasts. We were more than close now, and I literally had them within my grasp, but I was going to make her beg me to touch them. Every single thing I planned on doing to her this afternoon, she was going to fucking beg for. She’d be a good girl for me. I grinned inwardly, inhaling her persimmon scent, and at the same time, my dick twitched. Her breathing hitched, and she gripped my large arm with one of her hands, trying to steady her trembling body, and I chuckled. “How long has it been since you’ve let a man fuck you?” I asked softly, and she said nothing, just breathing heavily. “How long since a man made you scream and beg for his dick?” I asked again, and she whimpered in response, her hands gripping my arms very tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, but I loved the pain it brought. “How would you like me to fuck you now? What do you want?” I asked, and this time my fingers were at the side of her waist. I placed them on the line of her skirt. Taking her off guard, I dipped my fingers beneath the cloth of her panties until I reached her pussy and she let out a gasp. It was wet like I’d expected. Fuck! I gave the little bud a small stroke, then another, and another. I touched her until she was a quivering mess in front of me, barely able to stand still as I continued the movements. “Oh fuck! Oh, Da… Oh, Daddy…” My hands froze, and instantly I felt her hands reach into her panties as she tried to force my hand into stroking her again, but I refused. “What did you say?” Her eyes were closed, but she opened them slightly as I asked the question. Her hands left her panties likewise mine, and she instantly took a step back from me. She was flushed. Her whole body was red. So darn red! She looked down at my fingers dripping with her cum and I could tell she was embarrassed. “What did you just call me, baby girl?” I asked again, taking a step toward her but she took another backwards and began apologizing. “I… I’m sorry I got carried away, and I….”“Don’t apologize!” I groaned huskily and, in a flash, I had her trapped in my hold, my arms around her small frame. “Say it again.”“What?” She asked, looking defiant. I smirked. “Call me Daddy. I’m your daddy, it’s only appropriate in this situation, and it makes me want to fuck you so hard.”“I… I can’t call you that. I don’t know what came over me and….”“Oh, you’ll learn to call me that, I promise you,” I winked and grabbing her hands, I began to lead her shaky legs to one of the couches in the room. “Stay here.” I commanded, and she nodded once. Closing the suite's curtains and ensuring the lights were dimmed, I placed some cool fragrance everywhere. Then I put on a slow music in the large home theater, quickly creating my ideal fuck scene. In seconds I was done and taking off my shirt, I sat down on the couch opposite her. Silence descending between us, I stared at her closed thighs while she stared at my bare chest, and we said nothing for some time. “You must listen to everything I tell you to do, okay? If you don’t, I will have no choice but to let you leave. Can you comply?” I asked, finally breaking the chilly silence. “What are you going to ask of me?” She replied to my question with a question of her own. Her voice was throaty, and my fists clenched a bit. “You’ll hear them soon. However, can you comply?”“I…”“We will start with you calling me Daddy. Okay?” Even in the dim lighting, I knew she badly wanted to say no, but luckily, she did as I wanted and nodded curtly. “Good girl. Now strip for me.”

Chapter 5 The Strip Tease

RENEE It’d been minutes or maybe an hour since I’d entered this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me up from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I’ve been a mess in his hands. From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream. He’d just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing blue eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn’t explain. He wanted me to strip for him. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he told me. Though I’d not admit that to him yet. “I’m still waiting, baby girl.” His deep voice filled the heated air and my already closed thighs clenched more. Remembering how he’d skillfully stroked my clit, like an instrument he knew well, my cheeks flushed, and I was tempted to reply him with something sultry, too… “Yes, Daddy.” I blurted out, and my jaw dropped as I realized what I’d said, but it was too late to take my words back. My words had the desired effect on him though, because I saw heat flare into his eyes. He also brought his hand to his chin as he gritted his jaw slightly, and the sound was audible even to my ears. “Renee…” He drawled, still leaning comfortably on the couch opposite me. “You’re making me wait. I’m going to punish you so much for this. Strip for me. I hate repeating myself, but I've been doing just that since we’ve stepped into this suite.”“Well, if I don’t?” I smirked, shooting him a wink and his look darkened before he then replied—his words sending a tremor through my thighs, “Then I’ll fuck you with your clothes on. Or I’ll punish you badly. Make you wish you’d obeyed my orders from the beginning. How about that?” A gasp escaped my lips, and I shrugged at him, opening my legs wide, with my hands going to my bra top. “Good, continue.” He growled as I began to loosen the knots of my bra. I took my time undressing, wanting to act sexy in front of him. This would be my first time doing something like this—stripping in front of a man. Dylan never told me to strip. He was a rush hour kind of man and whenever we were together, he would either undress me himself or fuck me with my clothes on. Now that I thought of it, I wished Dylan had allowed me to undress in front of him because I was enjoying this particular order. I was silent, deeply engrossed in stripping naked, until I was finally done. My wrap skirt was off, my bra on the floor, my round boobs naked and puckered ready, while my wet as fuck panties were still in place. Fixing his gaze on my breasts, I did catch him licking his lips for a moment, but he stopped when our eyes locked. That action was hot. I imagined him licking my nipples with his tongue, and the graphical image in my head sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. I also thought about him sucking my clit and eating me out… “Don’t take off your panties.” His voice chimed in, cutting off my thoughts. My wandering hands at the hem of my panties froze, and blinking twice; removing my eyes from his, I quickly did as ordered, dropping my hands. I was seated half naked in front of him, my thighs closed again, and my whole body shook pleasurably. I was red all over, goosebumps all over my body, and the illicit moan sounds coming from the loudspeakers in the room did nothing to ease my tension. “Fuck! You’re so gorgeous. Just like I’d imagined. Look at those curves and your nipples begging for my touch. That slim waist and your long legs I’ll raise over my shoulders and… Baby girl… I can’t wait to be buried inside y—” He paused instantly. “What…”“Place your left fingers on your clit and touch it slowly for me.”“Wait, what? You want me to touch myself? I’m not even fully naked, remember? You told me not to take off my panties, so how do you expect me to do that?” I questioned, surprised. He didn’t nod or say anything in response, just watched me intently, his eyes hooded and his jaw ticking. I remembered his order earlier. He’d asked that I obey his every word and seeing how he looked at me, I knew I had no option but to obey him. I had to do as he said, so I slipped my fingers into my panties, a whimper escaping my lips as I touched my pussy. At first, it felt weird. This was another first for me. I masturbated privately at home when I was horny or sometimes when Dylan would fuck me raw but failed to satisfy me. I would then resort to watching porn and getting myself off. I never did it in front of him, though because most times he’d be asleep or in the shower while I got to work. But now, I was touching myself in front of a stranger I’d just met. And I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward. “Oh…” A moan escaped my lips. My eyes closed, and my head rolled backward on the couch as I imagined this man, Robert Clarke, fucking me missionary style on the large king-sized bed in his suite. He’d be staring into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while I screamed Daddy, and gripped his arms tightly. “Oh… oh yesss…” I moaned unashamedly, my fingers stroking my clit faster. I was on edge, the feeling of my impending orgasm resurfacing for the second time today. Suddenly he growled, “Stop!”“No! No!” I countered, my head shaking wildly from left to right as I continued to stroke myself faster. There was no way I was denying myself this feeling after he’d rid me of it the first time. “Stop! I told you to stop. Fucking stop and look at me!” He yelled, his voice so loud that it shook me to the core, and I opened my eyes in a flash. I could feel my climax leaving me already, that rippling sensual sensation detonating, and tears almost escaped my eyes in frustration. “Look at me, baby girl! Look at me….” He ordered, and I slowly straightened my face to look at him. My panties were wet as fuck—so damp that I squeezed my thighs, and blinking my closed eyes open, I arranged my quivering body. “What the—?” He was no longer sitting on the couch. Instead, he stood in front of me, fully naked, his erection pointing straight and throbbing. He must have stroked himself while I masturbated, undressing as I brought myself close to my peak. “Fuck!” I cursed again, my eyes roaming over his sculpted body, muscles, and impressive length. What the fuck? I hissed to myself, pain and pleasure coursing through me. He was so huge. So vast and thick and my mouth fell open. He was so big. The biggest I’d ever seen and for a brief second, I was scared, wondering how he’d fit inside my pussy. As if he could read my mind, he said, “I won’t hurt you tonight, Renee. Trust me.” For some unknown reason, I believed he wouldn’t hurt me, that he’d go easy on me. So I gave him a meek look, showing my submissiveness to him. “That’s my girl” He said, taking a step forward, standing so close that his dick was directly positioned in front of my face, and he stroked my hair gently. He took a step backward, stretched his hands toward me, and then said, “Come, baby girl. It’s time to get to work.” I placed my hand in his, and gently lifting me up, he directed me to his bed. He pushed me to a sitting position on the mattress, and I watched as he went on his knees. Without saying a word, he spread my legs and positioned his face between them. “You know why I asked you to leave this on?” He asked, looking at me, one of his hands snaking up to my breasts which he squeezed gently. I shook my head no, waiting for his response, and his words came out in a growl, as he said, “Because I wanted to fucking tear them off you.” With one swift movement, he yanked my panties off with his strong hand, and the coolness of the air blasting on my bare pussy had me moaning out loud. “So pretty. My pussy, all mine. These pretty pink lips just for me alone….” He muttered, and as I watched him stare at my pussy, the image stuck in my head. His fingers grazed my clit, and my back arched off the bed but his firm grip held me in place. “All dripping wet for daddy….” He croaked, and I gently replied with a yes. “Good girl.” He said again, his fingers grazing my pussy lips, that for a while, I forgot about everything and instead enjoyed this brief sensation. “I promised to take it easy tonight, right?” He asked rhetorically. However, before I could answer, he thrust a finger into my pussy, then another, and another until three fingers were inside me, stretching me wide and I moaned loudly, my hips bucking. “Oh please…” I groaned, my hands going to his shoulders and as if my moans urged him on, he instinctively started to finger fuck me hard!

Chapter 6 Come For Daddy

ROBERT My fingers thrusted hard inside Renee’s wet-as-fuck pussy. Her hips bucked at intervals, and I used my left hand to keep her torso still as I pleasured her. I continued to pump my fingers in and out while she moaned loudly, the sound like music to my ears. My thrusts continued, the bed making rickety sounds as her hips kept bucking and Renee thrashed wildly under my touch. For seconds I said nothing, just finger fucking the hell out of her. Finally, I slowed down a bit despite her humming disapproval, and grazing my thumb on her clit I asked, “Do you like this baby girl?”“Mmmmmm…. I… I…” She stuttered, unable to string a sentence together, her whole-body quivering as she whimpered softly. I gazed up at her, and blood shot to my groin. Her sexy face was looking down at me. Her wandering hands strayed to my head, and with her fingers in my hair, she gripped tightly. “You like this, Renee? Don’t you?” I asked, and she hummed appreciatively. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, and she started to protest again, I placed my lips on her glistening wet pussy lips, wanting to taste this heaven. “Oh R— Oh Daddy!” She moaned loudly, her hands tightening in my hair, her words urging me to continue. Like a beast who hadn’t eaten for days, I began to lick her folds. My tongue deepened in this sweet abyss. I mouth-fucked her like my life depended on it. Her legs shook as I lapped hungrily, and soon she began to moan wildly, announcing her impending orgasm whilst a proud feeling surged through me. My dick twitched painfully, and I could already feel my pre cum wetness at the tip, but still, I didn’t stop licking and sucking her folds. I kept eating it like it was my last meal. Damn, I was so hungry for her. Pausing my movements, I straightened and positioned my lips on her vagina. I then raised her left leg over my shoulder, with two of my fingers diving into that tight hole, and said, “Let go, baby girl. I want to see you come so hard and long for Da—” I didn’t finish my sentence because she squirted on my face, her legs convulsing rapidly. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, fuck! Yessssss… Touch me like that… I’m squi…”“That’s it, baby, give it to me. All for me.” I urged as she kept squirting, my fingers rubbing her clit faster while she sobbed out in pleasure. She let out a wild cry, convulsing again as her body shook, and then she went limp. Her breathing was labored. The sound filled the air while I smiled, satisfied at making her orgasm for the first time. As I stared at her clenching folds, the juices dripping, I vowed within myself that this wouldn’t be the only time I’d have a taste of this enchanting pussy. If I had any plans of just fucking her for one night, well, they flew out the window. “Daddy…” Renee called, her voice throaty and so sexy it reminded me of my throbbing dick, and on impulse, it twitched. “Baby girl.” I called out and grabbing a small towel by the side of my bed, I proceeded to wipe my fingers and some bits of my face that’d been covered with her juice. Standing up slowly, I towered over her limp figure on the bed. She was lax, like she couldn’t move at all and a smirk appeared on my lips, knowing I’d exhausted her. I slowly leaned over her and placed a kiss on her lips. At the same time, her hands went to my neck and wrapping them around my shoulders, she kissed me passionately with so much vigor, tasting her arousal on my lips. My dick was throbbing painfully. It couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside her folds and I shook a bit, trying to steady myself but it didn’t help my hyper arousal. If I didn’t fuck Renee now, I’d lose my sanity and that I couldn’t even afford. “Are you ready for your Daddy, baby girl?” I questioned, tearing my lips from hers, and looking deeply into her eyes. She slowly nodded. I arranged her lithe legs over my shoulders as I leaned sideways and grabbed a condom from my drawer. I wanted to fuck her raw. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being fully inside her, but I couldn’t forget that I didn’t know her well. I couldn’t go about randomly ejecting my seed in women. I’d made a mistake some years ago that’s still haunting me. I couldn’t imagine making the same mistake after all these years. Worse still, with this poor young woman who had no idea who I really was. I slapped the condom down my aching dick and stroking myself twice as she watched with hooded eyes, I positioned myself between her. Shaking my head, I then asked for her permission to dive in, and she nodded in response. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I knew she was worried about my size, but I had to go easy on her. I used the tip of my cock to rub her clit slowly and she trembled, moaning at that little gesture. The moment she closed her eyes, her hair falling back and splayed out, I let out a growl and drove into her. “Ahhhh…” She cried out, her hips shaking as she tried to accommodate my enormous size. Albeit slowly, I went in deeper and deeper, and she urged me on. “Should I stop?” I asked when I heard a low whimper escape her lips, but she shook her head no. “No… no, don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop.” One of her hands was splayed on my stomach and when she called me Daddy, I lost my restraint and letting go, I began to fuck her hard. I slid in and out of her pussy like I belonged there and she moaned dreamily while I growled, drowning myself inside her. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the suite. Sweat dusted my skin and she wrapped her arms around, clinging to me. “Fuck, baby girl!” I moaned, my sight distorted and my voice so husky it was almost unrecognizable. I felt my budding climax stirring deep in my stomach at the same time. “Fucking hell, fucking pussy!” I growled again, “I knew you’d be so tight and wet for me, but I didn’t expect it to be so amazing.” I said as I continued to pump into her, jaw gritting while my body moved on its own accord and went into lapsing. I was starting to lose control. With one hand reaching to her breasts, I tweaked her nipple, and staring deep into her eyes, I continued to pound her like a madman. “Fuck, Renee…” I groaned, slapping her clit harshly, her ass too, and then as I kept pumping into her, feeling my cum drawing close, I bent and took her lips in mine for a rather aggressive kiss. “Daddy… I’m going to come again.”“Yes, baby girl! Yes, come for Daddy!” I commanded, and just like that, she let go. Her body convulsed, and her grip on my shoulders tightened as her nails dug into my flesh. I growled at the pain. The smell of blood, sex, and sweat filled my nostrils, and then I came undone. My face contorted, my balls tightened, and my seed spurted into the condom. I could feel her juices through the condom, milking my dick and her thighs continued to shake as we rode the wave of ecstasy and bliss together. Fuck! This felt amazing. The best sex I’d had in my 43 years of existence.