A night of pleasure

You walk down your hallway, stopping at the first door. Opening it, you revealed your laundry room. Ducking inside, you take your phone out of your pocket. Setting it on the dryer, you proceed to strip your clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket.

Grabbing your phone, your cock was rock hard, pointing straight ahead as you left the laundry room. Quickly you pass through the hallway, pausing in your bedroom doorway.

You lick your lips, hunger riding you hard. Beth Anne was breathing hard; you could see her juice running down her thighs. "This is how I love finding my broodmares, hot and ready to be knocked up."

"Please, Daddy, give it to me. I need it so bad."

Looking at the way Beth Anne's tits hung down gave you an idea. Taking your phone, you hold it out in front of you as you take a picture. Beth Anne startles at the flash, asking, "What was that?"

"Just a wonderful before picture to look at in a few months after your belly and tits swell."

Before she could say anything, you dropped the phone on your dresser before climbing behind her. "Shhh, don't worry. I'll give you everything you need," you tell her. Placing your hands on her rump, you massaged the globes of her teenage ass.

"I love how juicy your pussy looks," you say to her. Still stroking her ass, you begin using your thumbs to tease her aroused flesh. Beth Anne gasps, going face down on the bed, her ass raised for you. "Please," she warbles, "don't tease."

Raising your hand, you bring it down, giving her a light slap on the ass. "Why shouldn't I? Isn't that what you would do at Shooters? Tease them with your perfect body. Get them to throw money at you hoping for your attention only to be denied."

"That was different," she huffs, waiving her ass at you.

"Unnnggkkkk," she exclaims as your hand comes down across her other cheek.

"You were breaking the law. Being a bad girl, but now you're going to be good, aren't you?"

SLAP

"Aren't you?" you repeat as you caress the flesh you just punished.

Lifting herself up. Beth Ann leaned back against you, saying, "Please, Daddy, I'll be your good girl from now on."

Her needy moan as you lay your stiffened cock across her lower back threatened your rapidly dwindling control.

"That's right, good girls get my cock. Good girls get my cum in their wombs."

She groans as one of your hands slides around to caress her belly. "Please, Daddy, fill me and make me drip."

Your cock pulses, pre-cum dripping down onto the small of her back. Your voice was rough, the arousal evident in your tone. "Being a good girl means following my rules. What are they?"

Beth Anne swallowed; her eyes were red, almost sobbing with need. "I'm sorry, Daddy, you only told me never to lie to you."

Moving back, you wedge your hand against her ass. Grabbing your cock, you place the cockhead against her slit. You grit your teeth, fighting the need to go balls deep as Beth Anne's whole body starts to vibrate.

"You feel that," you growl. "Unless it's silicone, this is the only cock in any of your holes ever." You punctuate every, by withdrawing your cock head from her.

"Nooooo..." she whimpered as her hips followed you. Beth Anne sobs, whispering, "Only yours, only yours."

"Your boyfriend break up with him tomorrow, and I want you to record it," you order.

"Yes, Daddy," she replies.

"I try to be gentle, but if he becomes an ass, be brutal." She nods, showing her understanding.

Looming over her, you kiss Beth Anne's shoulder, murmuring, "Don't fret, baby girl. We're almost done and then I'll give you everything you need."

Sounding like she'd run a marathon, Beth Anne said, "Thank you, Daddy."

You smile, patting her rump, and ask, "How many skirts do you have?"

Beth Anne, quickly thinking, replied, "Four, Daddy."

You frown. "Not enough." Grabbing her hips, you grind her needy pussy against your cockshaft.

"From now on I want you bare and ready to take me, unless I tell you skirts and dresses only."

Reposing, you now had your cock nestled between the gaping lips of her fuck slit. You could feel Beth Anne's dew drizzle down onto your cockshaft.

"Unless you're on your period, I better not see a panty line, or you'll be punished," you growl. Finally ditch the bras. I want to see you sway when you walk and bounce when you run. I want girls whispering in envy, and I want to see your pathetic classmates cream their pants wanting what I have.

You could feel her muscles quivering. Your orders and dirty talk have her pussy on a hair trigger.

Caressing her ass, you say, "Last thing." Using a thumb, you start to caress her rosebud as you tell her, "If you had plans for Saturday. Break them; I don't care how. I want you to take pictures of all your clothes. Whatever I don't like gets tossed. When we get up, we're going shopping, and I'll select your new wardrobe."

Despite the stimulation, you could see she was frantically trying to remember what you were telling her. Unable to deny yourself any longer, you spear her pussy, going balls deep in one thrust.

With a frenzied shriek of "YES," Beth Anne's arms collapse as her overstimulated cunt instantly comes. Your head goes back, groaning in pleasure as every inch of her pussy goes wild. Pulling back, her rippling twat clamped down on you, trying to keep you from leaving as it sought to draw out another load of your baby batter.

While still orgasming, you started to saw away at her cunt. Bent over, she was in the perfect position to take you deep as you bounced off her cheerleader ass.

Flap, Flap, Flap, Flap.

With every thrust, you became rougher and more primitive. You pummeled your lover from behind, every thrust pounding the entrance to her womb. Beth Anne's moans and keening wails as she accepted everything her mate gave her is what finally do you in.

With a ragged cry you drive her to another orgasm. Liquid explodes from her gash as she shrieks in ecstasy. Unable to articulate words, you thrust deep as you spew hot cum into her cervix.

Beth Anne's hips tilt, her fingers digging into the comforter with every pulse of your balls sending another wave of seed into her fertile body.

The moment seemed to last forever until your strength gave out. Pulling out, you could see a small stream of cum starts to leak out of her.

Unsteady, you collapse onto your back, fighting to stay conscious. Huddling up again against you. Beth Anne lays her head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. Draping an arm and a leg across you, she lay there soaking in your heat.

Eventually she lifted her head to give you a long, languid, soulful kiss.

Looking into her eyes, you see the bone-deep satisfaction that only a well-fucked woman has. You also saw a softness that indicated that there might be more.

Still not saying anything, she laid her head back on your chest as you fell asleep.