"You know what I think?" I ask, but don't wait for an answer. "I think we should try these toys out … tonight … take one for a test drive."
She takes another slow sip of wine and carefully places the glass down. There's a slight imprint of her lips left on the rim of her glass from her lipstick. She's growing increasingly intoxicated—maybe from a mixture of the wine, the thought of toys greater than cocks, and oysters sliding down her throat—but even her legs are loose and she parts them slightly. She grabs my hand and brings it to the top of her warm, soft, thigh.
"You know what I think … daddy?"
I shake my head, not knowing what's going to come next. The word hangs in the air, thick and full of promise.
She shoves my hand up her leg a little further and purrs, "I think you're right."
Natalie
"You should definitely rent a warehouse," Drake says, waving at the dozens of boxes piled up in my living room. "What’s this?" he asks me, walking over to the long worktable I’ve set up in one of the corners. A few of my prototypes are lined up on the table, ready for the testing phase. That’s convenient, I think, looking at Drake.
"These are my babies," I tell him with a teasing smile; I pick up a pair of nipple clamps and dangle them in front of his face. "My breadwinners. Or, well, my future breadwinners anyway."
"How do you test them?"
"How do you think?" I shoot back, placing the clamps back on the table and grabbing him by his shirt. I pull him into me, never taking my eyes off of his, and wait for him to close the distance between our mouths.
"This is insane," he whispers, looking back at me. The corners of his mouth curl upward into a slight smile, and I realize that it’s exactly the insanity in what we’re doing that he enjoys.
"It is… daddy," I purr at him, fully knowing the effect that word has on him. He leans into me right away, and my eyelids droop as his lips lock on mine. He takes his long fingers to my waist, feeling the curves of my body, and then slides them over to my ass. Cupping both my ass cheeks, he squeezes them lightly; guided by instinct, I take one hand to his crotch and flatten it there, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the shape of his hard cock straining against his pants.
He’s huge. No, let me say that again; he’s freakishly huge. He has to be at least twelve inches long, and his length… Christ, his pants must be made of Kevlar; I have no idea how his cock hasn’t ripped its way out of his pants.
"Now this is surprising," I whisper, pulling back from his kiss and squeezing his cock. He just grins, narrowing his eyes into slits and pushing me back until I’m pinned between the wall and his body.
"It shouldn’t be," he replies. "You’ve eyed me before, don’t deny it." It’s true; when I still lived with him and my mother, sometimes I noticed an enormous shape under his pants. Back then, I just told myself that it was his cell phone, but that was just a blatant excuse for me to keep looking at his cock. What can I say? I knew he was my stepdad, but I’m too wicked to resist a man like him; it’s in my DNA.
"Maybe I have," I confess, "maybe I haven’t."
"You’re a little brat, aren’t you?" he breathes out, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I throw my head back, but my eyes never leave his.
"I am… But what’s daddy going to do about it? Punish me?" I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. There’s a vicious flicker of hunger in his eyes, and then he lets go of me and takes one step back.
"I’m not going to punish you … But my cock will," he tells me, his words making my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I feel lightheaded for a second. "On your knees," he says, his tone of voice so commanding that my reaction is a simple one; I do what he tells me, lowering myself until my knees are on the floor.
"Let’s see what you can do," he says, unbuckling his belt. Before he can take care of his zipper, I reach for him and do it myself, his cock straining against his boxer briefs as the zipper goes down.
"You’ll be surprised with what I can do," I say, running my index finger up his shaft, measuring it. When I get to the tip of his cock, I place all my fingers on the smooth fabric of his boxers and, hooking them there, I tug both his pants and underwear down. I push his clothing down to his ankles and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.
"You know how to talk, but I want to see you do," he tells me, his gigantic cock casting its shadow over my face. Drake unbuttons his shirt as my eyes roam up and down the length of his cock, but the moment he pushes the shirt down his arms, I realize there’s more to look at than just his cock.
Even though he has ten years on me, Drake’s body looks better than guys my age. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy who bench presses the world for breakfast. Still, there’s not a trace of that metrosexual vibe on him. There’s a rugged quality to the way his muscles are defined, as if he got his impressive eight-pack from swinging an axe instead of doing crunches at the gym. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to lick a man’s abs as much as I do now.
I reach for his cock slowly, and I realize that my fingers are trembling. I take a deep breath and, once my hand is steady enough, I curl my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. It feels heavy and powerful against my hand, and I can’t help but start to stroke him. Flicking my wrist, I move my hand up and down his length, my rhythm picking up with every coming and going m
otion.
"I can’t wait to see how tight your mouth feels when wrapped around my cock," Drake says, brushing his thumb against my lips. Allowing his hand to fall down from my face, he bends over slightly and cups my right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. My skin prickles as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and that only makes me stroke him faster.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean in and, parting my lips, reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes the moment I touch him, the flavor of raw manliness flooding me at once. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I keep on teasing him until I can no longer stand it; I lean further in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock.
He’s so thick that his cock presses down on my tongue while pushing back against the inside of my cheeks. It’s almost a miracle that I managed to slide his cock inside my mouth. Moving slowly, I start pushing my mouth down his cock, my lips rolling over his length inch by slow inch. I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
"Fuck, that’s it," Drake groans, resting both his hand on the top of my head. Grabbing my hair, he moves his hips and slides his cock out of my mouth, stopping when only its tip is inside of me.
Moving fast, I go back down again, but this time I don’t stop; I keep on moving my mouth back and forth, sucking his cock with the eagerness of someone who has never experienced a cock as big as Drake’s. I grab his shaft with one hand then, stroking and sucking with one simple but effective pendulum motion.