Give her a hard, steamy fuck

I push my knob just into Bailey’s dripping little fuckhole, grab her ass for balance, and in one convulsive thrust sheath my rod to the hilt in her tight young cocksleeve. Her eyes fly open and she squeals as a powerful orgasm wakes her all the way up at once. I fuck her for all she’s worth, pumping her well hard and fast like there’s no time to waste, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust.

Bailey wraps her arms around me, moaning into my shoulder. “Whose tight, wet pussy is this, little fucktoy?” I growl.

“Yours, Sir!” she gasps.

“Mine to fuck whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, for as long as I want?”

“Yes, Sir—thank you, Sir—fuck me hard, Sir—” Bailey mewls. She hooks a leg around my waist. “Fuck me harder—fuck me like a naughty slut—take me—own your little fuckslut—use your teenage cockwhore—harder, Sir, please harder—”

I bend my spine to give Bailey a brief, fierce kiss and give her what she asks for, doing my level best to fuck her right into the wall. She wraps her other leg around me, leaving me holding her in place on the ledge with my hands on her ass. “Is this what you want, little fuckdoll?” I growl. “You want my big thick cock jackhammering your sweet young cunt? You want a real man to pin you to the wall and fuck your brains out?”

“I want you to pin me to the wall and fuck my brains out, Sir!” Bailey cries. “Every day—all the time—addict me to your big fucking cock—fuck me like a man who wants me—fuck me like you can’t control yourself!”

“Cum on my cock, sweet slut,” I tell her. “Let your pretty pussy go wild and cum all over my cock like a good little whore.”

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” Bailey chants, as if each word is jerked from her by a thrust of my dick. “So good—so close—so close—cum in me—please, Sir—cum in me—aaaaaahhhhhh!” She erupts in a banshee howl with the **** of an epic orgasm, which triggers my own explosion. I pin her tight to the wall with my hips and blow my load into her welcoming creampot, then lean into her and hold her close as our bodies tremble and shake together.

*******

We stay like that for a while before I let Bailey off the ledge. We take turns washing each other, interspersed with plenty of cuddling. We eventually get out and dry off; she leads me out of her parents’ room and down the hall to hers. “I want you in my own bed now,” she says, looking oddly shy.

Walking into Bailey’s room, I’m surprised to find it all pink and lace and frills—that doesn’t seem to fit her personality. But then, people often don’t fit together as neatly as we usually assume. The unmade bed, on the other hand, is no surprise. She’s unconcerned by it, pulling the sheets down to the foot and drawing me down beside her. I lie down on my side, but she pushes me over onto my back and drapes herself across my torso with her head on my shoulder. I kiss her forehead; she plays idly with my chest hair.

“You were asking earlier what I want,” Bailey says softly. “I sort of told you there in the shower. I want a man to take charge and fuck me right. I think all of us do, each in our own way. It’s not that we want whips and chains or to be tied to the bed—well, some of us might think being tied to the bed sounds fun, we’d just like to try doing the tying, too—but . . . well, we’re tired of boys. The nice boys don’t know what they’re doing, they’re hesitant about what we want, they think they have to ask permission for everything, and we end up having to tell them what to do all the time. The bad boys don’t really know what they’re doing either, they just know how to take what they want, which most of the time leaves us having to get ourselves off later. None of them make us feel desired, or desirable—the nice boys don’t want us enough to overcome their anxiety about us, and the bad boys just want a pussy.

“But a man who wants me so badly he can’t help himself, he just has to take control and fuck my brains out—and wants to make me cum a bunch of times while he’s doing it, and knows how—that’s what I want. That’s what makes my teenage pussy dripping wet. If he happens to be hot, so much the better. And we all have always thought you’re sexy, and then Lily started telling stories, and we realized you’re the kind of man we all want to fuck. You’re the man of my sweet little kitty’s dreams. None of us quite had the nerve to try anything behind Lily’s back, and if Scarlett hadn’t worked up the courage, I’m not sure any of the rest of us would have ever said anything to her about it, but I know all of us have been dreaming about fucking you for years now.”

“All six of you? Really?” I ask. I don’t know why I would still feel the need for confirmation at this point, but I do.

Bailey responds with a lascivious smirk. “Not just six of us, Ben.” Her remark stuns me, and she giggles at my expression. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I don’t mean Lily. She’s crazier than you probably realize, but she doesn’t swing that way. No, it’s been just the seven of us girls this year, but don’t forget the girls a year ahead of us who used to hang out with us—they were very much into those conversations. If they had thought to talk to Lily about it, you might have had them after you last summer.

“In fact, isn’t Kira working for you now?” Bailey asks, her smirk grown positively triumphant.

“Yes . . . yes, she is,” I say slowly. Bailey’s right that the group of seven was a group of nine for a couple years before Kira McQuade and Shannon Baker graduated. Shannon went to college halfway across the country and isn’t coming back home this summer as far as I know, but Kira decided to transfer back home after her freshman year. Her mom found out this spring that my receptionist/scheduler was leaving in April and had Kira come in for an interview; to no one’s surprise but her own, she nailed it, and I hired her. “Are you saying Kira . . .”

“My poor, innocent Ben,” Bailey croons, looking extremely smug. “Yes, Kira wants you as much as anyone. In fact, she’s another of those girls who wants to be Lily’s stepmother. She said once that it ought to be her because at least she’s older than Lily.”

“Huh.”

Bailey swings her hips up on top of me and reaches back to grab my erect prick. She shifts it so that the head is resting just between her inner pussy lips, then flexes her ass up and down to twat-fuck my knob. “But enough about Kira,” she croons, giving me a long kiss.

“Think about me instead.”