But Donovan’s a thorough lover and he wanted to taste that part of me that was unique, fragile and innocent. So without missing a beat, he popped his tongue out of my anus and whispered up my pussy.
“Spread baby girl, spread,” he rasped. “Give it all up for Daddy.”
And I knew what he wanted. He wanted that part of me that he’d already touched with his fingers, stroking me to a hum at the concert. He wanted that part of me that was made to be broken by a man. And without even realizing it, I obeyed.
“Yes Daddy,” I panted, boobs swaying as I bent over further, reaching down to grab my ankles, giving him my all. “Yes, it’s yours.”
And just like that, Donovan went from spearing my butt to spearing my pussy. With a swift, slick stroke, that tongue slid up my vaginal canal, sampling my insides, before flickering wetly over my hymen.
“Oh god,” I moaned, swaying unsteadily. “Oh god, oh god.”
But the alpha wasn’t just there for a swift lick. He wanted to taste me thoroughly, and pushed his face even further in, letting his tongue run again and again over that soft piece of tissue.
“Did you envision this when we said finger fuck?” he rasped harshly before diving back in. “Did you think would happen?”
And I couldn’t answer, my sounds all breathy moans and shrieks. But no, never in a million years when I signed up for an account on Discreet Encounters did I think I would end up in a park near my parent’s house, clothes in disarray, boobies swaying to and fro as a man tasted my hymen. Never in a million years did I think good girl Rachel White could be such a whore with a man doing a face-plant in my pussy.
“Oh, unh,” I moaned, teetering unsteadily on the stilettos. “Unnh!” I shrieked again.
Because I was no match for the alpha. The dirtiness of our acts was like being shot from a cannon and I flew into the air, soaring at a million miles an hour before shattering into tiny fragments. My pussy literally shuddered with his face in it, vaginal hole clamping on his tongue again and again as spasms wracked my frame, juices gushing like Niagara Falls.
“Oh unnnh!” I squealed again, body heaving uncontrollably, pussy so fucked by the alpha male.
But Donovan’s obviously given face rides before because he drank it all up. The big man swallowed my juices, letting them gush down his throat like the tastiest nectar and buried his face in even harder, enjoying the earthquake around him, the female flesh that pulsed and pounded, begging for more.
“Oh unnh!” I cried again, lost now to everything but this man. “Unnnh!”
And with that, the crest came again. The tidal wave pushed me to the very edge, a quivering mess of wet limbs and pulsing body parts. I would have collapsed had it not been for the alpha’s strong arms holding me from behind, steadying me, making sure I didn’t fall on my face in the dirt.
But Donovan’s no knight in shining armor because yeah, he was making sure I didn’t fall. But he was also positioning me for the next move, the next act of our dirty dance. Because he’d pulled out his fuckshaft, the one I’d bumped up against again and again, and this time, he wasn’t holding back. Oh no, this wasn’t an anonymous fingering, it wasn’t even an anonymous pussy lick. This was an anonymous fuck, and as I quivered with release, my body loose and wet, he slid in.
My eyes shot open as soon as I realized what was happening, the head of his penis nudging at my folds.
“What?” I gasped, legs clamping instinctively. “Daddy, no! This is just supposed to be a finger fuck!”
The big man grunted behind me, still supporting my weight with his big hands.
“Baby,” he grunted. “I have to. Daddy has to, you’re too gorgeous, too beautiful.”
And call me naïve, but it was the words that did it. Because I know I have a good personality, I’m kind and nice to all, the dependable designated driver. But no one in my life has ever called me beautiful. No one ever thinks of me as “gorgeous,” the one who gets guys, the one who’s able to wave her hand and make men jump. Instead, I’m the one with the secret crushes, dreaming about this boy or that, none of it ever becoming reality.
But here, with Donovan, I was that girl. I was the woman of his dreams, I was the beautiful, ravishing, full-figured woman who made him do things illicit and dirty, tasting both my holes, drinking the nectar between my legs. So upon hearing those words, a shiver went through my frame, body wet and loose, and without saying a word, I acceded. My thighs spread imperceptibly, pussy spreading, and Donovan grunted with approval.
“That’s it,” he rasped into the back of my neck. “That’s it baby girl, show me you want it.”
And with a mewl, I twisted my head back and caught his lips in a kiss. I didn’t mean to, I know we’re not supposed to see each other’s faces. But it felt so natural, so right, our bodies already familiar with one another, his dick already an inch up my sweet spot. So I caught his mouth to me then, and the liplock did its work.
The touch was like a firestorm of energy, a deep, electrical current running from his body to mine. It was unbelievable, soul-stirring, absolutely incredible, and with a growl and a thrust, his dick slid another couple inches in. Oh god, it felt so good, and yet completely new. Because I never imagined it’d be like this, bent over with a man halfway up my vaginal canal, our mouths locked with intense energy. My pussy pulsed again, welcoming him, and all I wanted was more.
“Yes Daddy,” I panted, breaking our liplock for a moment. “Yes, give it to me.”
And Donovan knew what I was asking for. Because with a grunt and a deep, powerful thrust of his hips, it was done. His massive cock punched through my hymen, owning me thoroughly and I could do nothing but squeal and pant, a virgin no more. Oh god, oh god, it was so incredible. I was poised mid-air, lifted onto my toes by that huge rod in my insides, barely breathing, almost unable to move.
“Baby,” he rasped in front of me, big hands caressing my back, running sensuously down my spine. “You okay?”
I couldn’t answer but nodded weakly, boobs dangling. Because yeah, I was more than okay. I was out of breath, slightly in shock, but I was also elated, my pussy fucked so good. And I wanted more, I wanted Daddy to own, to seize, to penetrate deep, and the only way was to keep going. So without a word, I wiggled my ass encouragingly.
And growling, Donovan pulled back then, the slide making me moan with ecstasy, vaginal walls pulsing, before pushing back in. It was amazing, my pussy spread easier this time, entry ring gripping him tight, oh so fucked. And with that, the man began a slow continuous rhythm, massaging my interior canal with his dick, cunt pulsing with pleasure.
“Unnh,” he grunted. “Fuck you’re tiny, you’re so small.”
I mewled in return, still unable to form words, skewered like a pig on a stick. “Ummm,” was all I could manage in return. “Ummm.”
But the whore in me took over and I moaned lustily, welcoming that huge dick, spreading my thighs even wider for deeper penetration. The instincts of a wild woman took over and I was wet and open for him, accepting that male ownership, giving myself up to the total sensual domination.
Because that’s what Donovan does to me. I was no longer a shy librarian with flat Mary Janes and a button down skirt. I was Rachel the ho, wearing a nasty get-up waiting for an anonymous man in the park. I was Rachel the whore, letting this male touch my pussy, letting him kiss my pussy, and finally yes, letting a strange alpha fuck my pussy. And it felt so good, it felt so amazing and right, that with one final deep thrust, I gave it up.