Blake (a.k.a. Jeremy), who was 49 years old, had been chronically masturbating for the past 15 years. In recent times, he had taken to liking his 18 year-old daughter Abigail, and the pleasure it gave him to fantasize about her just couldn’t be right. He had long since learned to balance his secret permissiveness with a public persona of rigid religiosity. But this was one step too far for even him. Ever since she had bought that bikini, he was wanting more of what he could not, and should not, have.
It was out of a desire for more that he had taken to the Internet and signed up for a 40+ site that promised the chance of meeting older women who wanted sex. He was taking his first chance, and the adrenaline pumping through him as he crossed the suburban driveway in a nearby city to meet Charlene for the first time made him feel half his age; he walked up to her front door feeling electrified.
A young 18 year-old hottie answered the door in her black-and-purple lingerie. Blake did not know what to say. He almost turned back and drove away, suspecting something dangerous, but then she said, “Are you looking for Charlene?”
He responded, “Yes.”
“Surprise! My name’s actually Charlotte, but I hope you’re happy. I’m only 18!”
“Whose house is this?”
“My dad and stepmom’s. But don’t worry. They’re out of town.”
“How convenient. What are you doing, Charlotte, on a hookup site pretending to be an older woman?”
“Well, I’m home alone for the weekend, and I really wanted some mature cock, but I didn’t want the first creep to jump at a hot-n-heavy 18-year-old chick, if you know what I mean. I wanted someone mature, and if you’re willing to fuck a sixty year-old granny, then you might be mature enough for me.”
“I have a daughter that’s your age.”
“Is that like a kink for you? Want me to call you Daddy?”
“That’s okay. I don’t really want to bang my daughter, I just get a boner thinking about it.”
“Makes sense to me, Daddy. I’m not the judgemental type. In fact, I can be your long lost daughter. Remember those wild oats you sowed back in college? Well, surprise Daddy, you didn’t know you had me, but here I am. And you’re in luck, my mom raised me to be a slut just like her.”
“Can we go inside?” Blake said, getting nervous standing out there in the entryway.
“Oh for sure,” Charlotte said. She kept watching over her shoulder as Blake followed behind her into the house.
He took a seat at the granite countertop of the kitchen island. She brought him a beer, Michelob Golden Draft. He never drank, but he tried to suck down that beer like he knew what he was doing.
Charlotte must’ve been uncomfortable in her lingerie. She kept tugging at the top, her boobs threatening to pop out. “Look, Mister.”
“Blake.”
“Look, Mister Blake. I like you. I like that you drove all the way here just to make an old lady happy. I like that I can give you something young like you really wanted, right?”
“I like em young.”
“Do you now? You do. And I like that you like me young, cuz I am young, and ready, and willing. But I’d like you a lot more if you’d give me 500 bucks.”
He dug out his wad, unraveled five Benjamins from the girthy roll, dismissively flung it at her. He watched her ass stick up as she bent over to collect the money.
“Daddy, you’re rich!”
“Not really, but I’m glad you think so, Charlotte. I’ve got something else I think might impress you.
“I’ve seen bigger,” she said, appraising the cock he’d laid out on the barstool in front of him.
“My five hundred dollars says you haven’t.”
“Oh Daddy, what was I thinking? I’ve been waiting my whole life to see the dick that made me. I’ve never seen a bigger, better cock in my life.”
“That’s more like it,” he said, peeling off another hundred dollar bill for her. “Now, if it’s okay with you, I want you to watch me jack it.”
“Ooh Daddy, that’s so dirty! I totally can’t wait to watch you jerk your dick for me. Just the thought of it is making me wet.”
“Be a good girl, and bring me the lube.”
She came back a minute later with a clear bottle. Blake lathered himself up, started wetly stroking. For a man like Blake, even the act of sex itself dissolved in the all-consuming presence of the act of masturbation. “Shake your ass, girl.”
She worked her hips, letting her butt swing back and forth. He reached out to grab her ass while he continued to jack off, but he held himself back, kept his hands to himself. It was in his eyes that all the magic, all the pleasure, of pleasure itself took place. To penetrate, not with the penis, but with the gaze… that was the crux of the matter.
She tried to grab his cock for herself, help him along, but he fended her off. “Don’t touch. Daddy’s body is off-limits.”
“Can I touch myself?”
“Take off your bottoms. I want to see your vag.”
“I’ll play with my pussy for you. You can jerk off all you want.”
“Nevermind, take me to the living room. I want to watch TV while I jack off.”
Charlotte fındıkzade escort led Blake into the living room, turned on the TV.
“Turn on MTV.”
“MTV?”
“Music videos.”
She turned the station to contemporary pop videos. He watched Lady Gaga dance around in her skimpies singing “Edge of Glory.”
“She kinda looks like you,” Blake told Charlotte, complimenting her, but giving all his attention to either Gaga or himself.
Next up came Rihanna and Shakira, torquing their asses in “Remember to Forget You.” As much as that video was a turn-on, he got really hot watching Miley Cyrus flaunt her body in “Flowers.”
Charlotte sat mostly naked on the couch next to him, bobbing her head to the beat, while Blake watched the TV screen and masturbated. He paced himself, really enjoyed it. Charlotte had made her way down into the nude, and as Miley finished singing on the screen, he diverted his attention over to Charlotte again.
Blake delighted in the way her pussy came peeking out the back end as Charlotte struck certain poses. He felt his heart skip a beat, amidst the pleasure.
49 years old, whacking it like it was puberty. He didn’t know why he would want to go it alone, when he could have this hot young flesh all over his dong. If anything, it was the truth of his sexuality that he was sharing with her. All he wanted was to stroke and to stare. But also now, to be seen — was an integral part of the whole turn-on.
“Baby, come sit on my lap.” He called her over. Her wet pussy lips rested against his thigh as she straddled his leg, leaving him room to do his dirty work. She started to hump his thigh, letting those lips stretch across his hairy skin.
“Did your mom tell you about my iron balls? I could hold out for days.”
“Don’t kid yourself, Daddy. You couldn’t last thirty seconds inside of me.”
She stood up and stepped over Blake’s lap, sank down on his tip until he was dick-deep inside of her. “One one-thousand,” he said, jokingly.
She hugged around his neck and lifted her hips up until only the circumcised tip of his dick was left inside her. She played with the border between them, massaging his head in her lips. Then she sank all the way back down onto him and started riding him faster and faster yet.
Blake groped her by her breasts, thrusting his dick deep inside her. Charlotte tilted her head back and mumbled while she took the pounding.
She stopped all of a sudden. “Did you hear that?”
She jumped off his lap and scampered into the other room. She returned a minute later accompanied by another chick, a short and thick Asian girl of only 18.
“Who’s this dirty old man, Char-char?” Blake had gone back to stroking while Charlotte was out of the room. This new girl’s first impression of him was of a much older man, jacking off in front of her.
“It’s my long lost Daddy, Blake. He’s rich.”
“What’s your name, my love?”
“Miki,” she said, watching him with a guarded expression.
“What a lovely name, Miki. Would you like a share of your Daddy’s money? Come over here and take some work off his hands.”
Miki turned to Charlotte, with an unspoken question in her mind, but Charlotte assured her he was rich, so Miki walked over to him and took his dick in her hand. She stroked it with the lube he already had on there. With his hands freed up, he undid a couple more hundreds for Miki. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a belly shirt with a low cut for optimal showing of her cleavage. He stuffed the $200 into the top of her shirt.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” Miki said.
“Good girl,” Blake said, giving her another hundred. “Do you want a turn on my dick, babygirl?”
Miki unbuttoned the side of her skirt and let it fall away. Her wide hips and shaved pussy stood naked before him. She climbed onto his lap, and took his cock inside her.
“I’ve never had Asian poon before,” he said, as if that were his reason to stop masturbating.
“It’s karma.”
“I must’ve been really good in my past lives, to deserve this.”
“Oh Daddy, how can you ignore me like this?” Charlotte complained, flailing about.
“You can kiss my feet while you wait. In fact,” he said, flinging two fifties at her, “I want you to lick them clean.”
Charlotte started sucking on his toes, while Miki’s vag sucked on his dick. Charlotte licked between his toes, while Miki lapped against him. He stuck his face into Miki,’s boobs and wiggled his head from side to side.
“Five hundred to the girl that lets me come inside her,” Blake said, feeling the approach of such and such an unexpected O. Driving over here this evening, he had expected to blow his load with some desperate and wrinkled old lady, while she tried her damnedest to feel anything at all. But here he was with two chicks in the prime of their youth. Whatever the orgasm finally felt like, he knew that he’d remember this one, forever.
“I’ll do you one better. For seven hundred, I’ll swallow your come. Every levent escort last drop,” Charlotte bargained with him. “Not to mention I’ve always been a spitter.”
“No deal,” Blake said. “I want to come in your pussy. If not your’s, then her’s.”
Miki said, “You can come in me. I’m on birth control.”
Blake stood up from his seat, lofting her up in his arms, and fucked her standing up. His knees buckled when he came, and he collapsed back onto the couch with Miki still on top of him. She played fascinatedly with his slick penis, running her fingertips up and down the shaft. The sensitivity of it was almost too much for Blake to take, as she scratched her fingernail on the back-side right below the hood. More spooge surfaced in his dick-hole. Miki took his dick in her mouth and sucked it clean. Blake shivered down to his core.
He gave them each another $100 bill, then left out the front door, feeling fulfilled.
His secret hope was that Miki had lied about her birth control, that he had sowed his wild oats in fertile fields, that someday 18 years from now, a young slut would be coming of age, looking for her long-lost Daddy. He’d be sure to save a load for her.
* * *
Miki and Charlotte watched his tail lights disappear down the road. They counted up their bills, all 3.5 grand of them. Out of the shadows of the room, two young men emerged, wearing sagging jean shorts and flat-brimmed ball caps. These two were their boyfriends: Sal and Hond.
“That was hot!” Hond said.
“I bet you just loved watching that old man jack his dick all evening,” Charlotte said. “So hot!”
“Yeah, well, it worked didn’t it?” Hond said.
“Don’t you wish it did?”
“Gimme my share, Char.”
“What share? You didn’t do anything.”
“The whole thing was my idea,” Hond went on.
“Try proving that in court,” Miki chimed in.
Sal said, “It’s okay, Hond. We can let them have their money. When it’s our turn, and they’re the ones who’re broke, we’ll get em back then.”
“Yeah, Hond,” Charlotte said. “You can get us back then. But if you still want a share of this cash, you can definitely work for it.”
“What do you want from me now?”
“I want to play with my junk, while you make out with him.”
Sal and Hond looked at each other, a fearful dare passing between their gaze. “You think I could kiss him?”
“I know you can. Just lean into it, and pucker up.”
Charlotte played with her pussy’s lips as Sal and Hond leaned in for their first kiss. Charlotte let her tongue loll out of her mouth, started waving her hand furiously across her pussy lips. “You can do better than that! Grab him by the ass or something.”
Sal squeezed Hond’s left ass cheek.
“Use your tongue.”
At the other end of the couch, Miki had started playing with her pussy too, as Sal and Hond started making out with tongue.
“Five hundred dollars to the guy who sucks the other’s dick.”
“Really?”
“Really really. Hurry up, or I’ll only give you four.”
“I wouldn’t let myself become a cocksucker for a million dollars, let alone 500,” Sal asserted.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Hond said. “Pull down your pants bro.”
“Bro, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Bro, for 500, I can buy you a lap dance at Sugar Daddy’s to take your mind off of what just happened, and still have 450 to spare.”
Sal was embarrassed by his erection, when he pulled down his shorts.
“Oooooooooh Sal, you like it after all.”
“You go, gay boy!” Miki added.
Hond got down on his knees. Charlotte and Miki were each fingering themselves, playing their clits with the opposite hands. When Hond took Sal’s dick into his mouth, Charlotte leaned over and stuffed the five hundred in his shorts pocket.
“Two hundred more if you guys can enjoy it,” Miki said.
Hond took Sal’s dick all the way into his mouth, and holding back his gag mechanism, he went back and forth, throat-fucking him.
Sal leaned into the enjoyment of it, now that he had incentive to like it. Plus, his dick was wet; what more did he ever want? He kept saying, “yes” over and over again. His fingers stole across Hond’s scalp.
Charlotte had turned to drape her legs over the arm of the couch, splaying them wide open, and working up into herself with four fingers, stacked vertically.
Sal’s first shot went into Hond’s mouth, and Hond panicked, trying to spit out the jizz and Sal’s dick all at once. The rest of Sal’s orgasm discharged onto the living room carpet. Charlotte and Miki laughed uproariously as Hond squirmed, gagged, and spat everywhere.
“I can’t believe I came,” Sal said, looking down at his falling dick in despairing disbelief.
“Hey Miki!”
“Hey Char-char! What’s up?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Let’s trade boyfriends. Just this once.”
Charlotte fucked Sal on one end of the couch. Miki fucked Hond on the other end. As close as this party group had always been, they had never done the partner swap before.
Sal and Hond both maslak escort felt the pressure to perform for his girlfriend’s best friend. They knew there would be no end to the talk, come what may, so they did their best to leave a lasting impression.
Hond, who had always had the secret hots for Miki, enjoyed fucking her for the first time a little too much. He came inside of her after two short minutes. Miki disappeared from the room to wash up, and Hond had to sit alone at the end of the couch while his girlfriend rode Sal for longer and longer.
He reached out and tickled the back side of her foot. Charlotte looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend and winked at him, then turned her attention back to Sal. Charlotte pulled off right before Sal came, and his orgasm spilled onto his own lap and across his own ball-sack. He leaned in to kiss Charlotte, but she blocked him, squeezing his jaw in her right hand, and giving him a friendly peck on the forehead.
Hond brushed his teeth for no less than ten minutes.
With their $1000 share of the money, Sal and Hond ditched their begging girlfriends at 2 am and went to Sugar Daddy’s to get lap dances.
Sal picked a blonde with a pixie cut named Karma, who could do the full splits, and looked really good going up and down that pole. She took down his phone number along with his whole $500. Karma is a bitch. She never called him.
Hond picked a long haired brunette named Lexus. She swung her legs in circles as she lay on her back onstage and peeled open her pussy for the men in the first row to admire. He paid for nine consecutive lap dances, and tipped her the last $50. She whispered in his ear, “Want to take me home?”
“How much, baby?”
“15 hundred.”
Hond, imagining that Charlotte and Miki would be fast asleep back at the pad, and that he could sneak the 15 hundred dollars from their stash without immediate notice, accepted Lexus’s offer.
He asked her to wait in the entry way, while he went upstairs for the money. Sal waited with her, trying awkwardly to make small talk. He worked his way up to asking if he could watch, and when she said “for an extra 500 bucks,” he responded, “for 500 bucks you can suck my dick.”
Upstairs, in the master bedroom, Charlotte was using her parents’ King-sized bed to make lesbian love to Miki. They didn’t hear the boys show up, and they didn’t see Hond as he crawled across the bedroom floor and went through the heaps of their fallen clothing until he found the cash. He took the whole two and a half grand, then took a long look at the lesbian lovers, who were absorbed in each other’s pussies.
Downstairs, he paid Lexus 1500 for the sex and 500 so Sal could watch. Sal jacked off to the scene of Hond fucking the stripper. She knew how to make her money, getting him off quickly with her pussy action. Sal got off after she had already put her bra back on and was stuffing the money into her wallet. She smiled at him amusedly as his load emptied into his left palm.
“See you later, boys,” Lexus said, waving her long-nailed fingers at them as she left the house.
“Two new bodies in one day!” Hond said, looking back over the last couple of marvelous hours.
“Miki don’t count,” Sal said. “That’s my girl.”
In Hond’s mind, his dalliance with Miki counted most of all. A long-time forbidden crush, now fulfilled. He wanted the trade to last forever. In fact, he wanted her so badly he went back upstairs and walked noisily in on the two lovemaking broads.
“If you’re gonna fuck her behind my back, I’m gonna fuck her too.”
Charlotte slapped Miki’s ass, then invited Hond over. Charlotte slapped Hond’s ass as he penetrated Miki from behind. Charlotte swung around to the front and started making out with Miki and fondling her dangling tits.
Hond blew another load inside of Miki, this one coming right as Sal walked into the room to see what was up.
Sal grabbed Charlotte off the bed, jealously, half-guiding and half-shoving her face-first down to his risen cock. She sucked him.
To Hond’s everlasting enjoyment, Miki turned to him as if she were his, and the two of them started to suck face, sweat glistening on the surface of their skin.
“Be mine,” he said, between smacks of their lips, “Miki.”
“You belong to Charlotte, you naughty boy.”
“She can have Sal. I want you all to myself.”
“I’ll give you 100 bucks to shut up.” She got up and started searching for the money, but couldn’t find it anywhere. “What the fuck! Char-char, where’s our money?”
“On the floor where we left it,” she said, pausing over Sal’s throbbing cock.
“It’s gone.”
“What do you mean it’s gone?” Charlotte said, getting up from the bed and starting to pick through their clothes. “Whose wise ass stole my dollars?” She pointed at Hond, “You?” She pointed at Sal, “You?”
They both shook their heads no.
“That’s it,” Miki said, ready to lay down the law, “neither of you get any more action, not so much as a sloppy handjob, until one of you tells the truth as to what happened to our money.”
“Uh-oh,” Sal said, looking over at Hond.
“Sal gave a stripper 1500 to fuck him downstairs while you two were up here, going at it like lesbian sex stars.”
“Sal,” Miki said to her boyfriend, “is that true? It sure sounds like you.”