The Admiral's Girl
Within the first hour of meeting Katherine, John has the girl bent over in a bathroom stall at a 5-star hotel.
It's a military function, the brass parading and peacocking for each other and their rich patrons. There are oil barons and billionaires and John picks the military brat because when they meet, Katherine looks him right in the eyes and then down between his legs.
They can barely hear the big band playing in the ballroom from the bathroom. It's a lovely accompaniment to the girl's needy, high-pitched whimpers as John's thick fingers spread her open.
John has his sleeves rolled up, the girl balancing against the top of the toilet, cute glittery slacks down around her ankles. She's not spread open as wide as John would like her, but it'll have to do for now. John doesn't intend for this to be the only time they're like this.
"Pretty little hole," he remarks as he rubs her clit with his thumb.
"You like it, sir?" Katherine says the title like it's an insult, and it makes John burn with desire. He wants to put that smart mouth around his cock, gag her out until she's snotty and sobbing.
"It'd look better spread open on my cock."
The girl licks her lips and then looks at John over her shoulder. "You gonna put it in any time this year?"
John snorts and slaps her ass with his large hand. Impatient little thing. She's perfect. John's going to fuck her until she's begging him to stop, and then he's going to keep fucking her.
"Tell me you'll take it all first."
Katherine gives him this look like she's thinking, then a look like she things "all" won't be that much, might even be disappointing.
"Sure."
John pulls a viagra and a travel sized bottle of lube out of his pocket. Once he's popped the pill, he pulls one of Katherine's legs free of her slacks and wraps one hand all around her tan thigh. With a please hum, he pours lube onto his fingers, smearing Katherine's pussy lips and clit before pushing his fingers back in.
"Keep your leg there," he commands, letting go to pull his dick out of his military uniform slacks. It's practically bursting out of his briefs, easily two inches in diameter, a sinful nine inches in length.
Katherine's eyes practically bug out of her head.
"Uh, that's not going to fit."
"You said you'd take it."
"I know what I said! That's still not going to fit."
"I'll make it fit."
And that's all the warning the teen gets before John's pushing his dick in, stretching her open. She cries out and thrashes, and John just grabs her and holds her by the hips even as she squirms and bucks. She's not match against John's strength.
John slides the head inside, and when he tries to push further and there's no give, he pulls back out. Katherine breathes a sigh of relief until she realizes John's just pouring lube onto himself.
"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. It-"
John pushes back in, the head slipping inside her easily this time, and then he's fucking her teenage pussy open further with every thrust, screwing her open until the stall wall is shaking so hard it feels like it could collapse.
***
John finds out later the girl is General Elizabeth Laswell's daughter, a woman who he has great respect for, and he'd regret what he's done, except he knows that Katherine Laswell is going to be someone's cock sleeve, so she may as well be John's.
They exchange numbers after their bathroom tryst, and in less than 24 hours, Katherine is complaining to him about missing his cock, texting him strings of whining complaints about how she wants attention and dick as he tries to do paperwork. It would be annoying if she weren't so fucking perfect.
He texts her back that they'll have dinner and asks for her address. Katherine gives it to him without hesitation, and at 6 pm, John sends a car to pick her up.
He doesn't know if the girl lies to her mother about where she's going, or even if she's home when the car comes around. She gets dropped off at John's favorite restaurant and shown to a private booth, then gets offered her selection of appetizers.
When John arrives 30 minutes later, the girl practically jumps out of her seat, mouth running a mile a minute about how fancy the place is and how she saw the wine menu and can't she please have a sip of some.
John orders them a bottle, pouring them both a glass. Sure, she's barely 18, too young to legally drink, but if she can drink at home under supervision, why not here under John's watchful eye? He might be a pervert and a deviant, but he's not about to let real harm come to the girl.
"My mom would be so pissed if she knew you let me have wine," Katherine remarks.
"I don't think it's the wine she'd be most upset about," John answers, and Katherine giggles into her drink.
"You're probably right. She's always told me to use protection."
John slips a hand under the table to cup Katherine's pussy, stroking his finger along the slit and clit as he peruses the menu despite knowing what he wants to order. It's worth it for the way the girl squirms and flushes, too stubborn to demand action but clearly craving it.
"Well, there's no chance of that," he says and undoes his pants, the thought of creaming her tight cunt making him so hard so quickly he's dizzy with it. "Pull your pants down."
The girl does as she's told, and John pulls her into her lap, rubbing her pussy through her rapidly dampening panties. The waiter comes around to take their order, and as he walks off John hooks his fingers into the thin fabric and tears it.
Katherine clearly opens her mouth to protest or complain or whine, but John's not interested in that. He's interested in her pussy. He picks up her tiny body and then lowers her equally tine cunt down onto his erection, relishing as Katherine cries out, pussy lips splitting open as she's speared.
You'd think John had gutted her from the way she puts her hands gingerly over her stomach, breathing hard. John's hands tighten on her slim hips, and he starts to move her, pushing her up and down on his cock, using her tight, clenching hole for his own pleasure, closing his eyes as the slick heat all around him ebbs away the stress of the day.
Katherine is vocal, whimpering and gasping and she's fucked, hands flat on the surface of the table. John pulls her down hard and she squeaks, entire body jolting.
"Good girl," John praises. "That's it. Take this fucking cock. This is what you were whining for, wasn't it? This is how you wanted it. You don't want a boyfriend. You don't want to date, you want to fuck. You want a daddy to fill you up, fuck you until you're pregnant."
"Knock me up," Katherine gasps. "Cum in me. Please, cum in me. I'll be a good mom, I promise. I'll take care of our baby."
John snorts. "You're not old enough to be a mom. You're still a child yourself. No, I would give our baby away to someone who could take care of it, and then go back to playing with you and breeding you. This body is mine now. That's how you want it, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"This body is yours!"
"I can do anything I want to you, can't I? You can scream and cry and beg, but it doesn't matter, because you're mine."
"Yes!"
"Good," John purrs, then leans in to whisper in her ear. "You can say no. I won't stop. If you need it to stop, you say red. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
John hums, then picks her up and throws her on the table. "Spread your legs."
"Someone will see."
"I didn't ask your opinion. I told you to spread your fucking legs." John slaps Katherine across the face, and when she still doesn't spread, he grabs her by the ankles, throwing her pants on the bench of the booth and plows back inside of her, making the table shake.
The waiter comes with their food while John is filling the girl with his cum. He doesn't even bat an eye. He was paid in advance, warned. He simply places the food on the table and says "Enjoy your meal, sir," as Katherine hides her face and sobs in humiliation.
***
After that, John doesn't expect to hear from Katherine again, but two days later, he gets a text.
Katherine: when can i see u???
Katherine: i miss u
John: You miss my cock.
Katherine: the steak was pretty good too :P
John has to cover up a snort. Brat.
John: Not tonight. Tomorrow is my day off. I'll send a car.
***
So he sends a car around to the Laswell residence early in the afternoon, and it ferries Katherine to his front door. She rings the bell, then starts picking at her nails when John doesn't answer immediately.
John opens the door, dressed down in jeans and a sweater, and Katherine's eyes sweep appreciatively over his body: his arms, his pecs, his slightly rounded belly, his muscular thighs. They linger a little higher, too, but then she flicks her gaze up to John's face.
"Good afternoon, Katherine."
"Hey." She wrinkles her nose, glancing at the modest craftsman style with its small porch, wood and stone siding, and low-pitched roof. It's hardly as grandiose as their dinner was.
"Come on in." John moves aside to make room for the girl who does a little hop over the threshold before immediately stepping out of her sneakers, nudging them up against the wall with the wide of her foot.
John clicks his tongue and bends over to arrange them neatly side-by-side, only for the girl to smack his ass before slipping away to explore the house with an almost hysterical giggle. John rubs his rear, lips tipping upwards, charmed and amused despite himself.
He trails after Katherine, letting her walk a circuit around his place before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.
"You look like a stray cat. Time for a bath, kitty cat."
"Meow."
They're both naked and sitting in the large tub before John begins to lose his patience. Katherine's been flaunting her body since she was stripped, but John managed to occupy himself with bath oils and loofas.
Now, they're sitting together in the water, thighs tangled, and Katherine has been entertaining herself by putting her freezing little toes on John's thighs just to watch him pull a face. She's also giving John tantalizing little glimpses of her pussy.
John gabs her by the ankles and pulls her into his lap, then cups her cunt and pauses. "Did you trim?"
"Mmmhm," Katherine replies lazily as John traces around the plush lips of her pussy before teasing over his dick.
"Huh. Cute. I don't mind if you let it grow." He's suddenly concerned the girl is changing herself to try and make herself more attractive to him.
"Duly noted, but sometimes I just like it short." Katherine shrugs, and it soothes that worried, paternal part of John.
"Mmm," he says by way of answer and plunges two fingers inside of her.
He loves the way Katherine's mouth falls open, the way she chews on her bottom lip and bites back a whimper as a third finger pushes into her ass. She doesn't make a fuss, doesn't complain, doesn't even bother to open her eyes.
Fuck. She's perfect.
"You ever been fucked in the ass?" John asks, still.
"No," Katherine breathes, blushing to her ears and John groans.
"Gonna take your anal virginity," he mumbles, deciding it in that moment. "Fuck this little asshole open and make you scream for me."
Katherine trembles. "Hurt me?"
"Yes," John growls.
They leave a wet trail to John's bedroom as he sucks dark bruises into the girl's neck and over her collarbones. He practically throws Katherine onto the bed, grabbing lube and slathering it on his cock.
He spreads it around, then pushes two slick fingers into Katherine's hole, slicking the rim, stroking over her walls. Then he pulls them free and lines up his cock. He can see the fear in Katherine's eyes, wide and youthful, completely unaware of what she's asked for. John's cock throbs with excitement as he pushes inside.
Katherine screams. Her voice pitches up and cracks. Her nails dig into John's skin as tears spring to her eyes.
"Hurts!" She gasps.
"Hmm," John answers and forces his cock in further, smirking as Katherine wars with the pain and the urge to relax and be good, asshole clenching and relaxing a little before tightening back up. He pulls out a little, forces his way back in.
Katherine cries out, throws her head back and slaps her tiny little hands against John's hairy pecs. "N-no!" she cries out. "Stop! It hurts!"
That's not a safeword. John wraps a hand around her throat. "Shut up and take my cock, whelp. Don't make me rape you. I'll do it. This hole is mine just like the other two."
Katherine's pupils dilate, and John laughs. "What? Is that what you want, girl? Do you want me to rape you?" He starts to push in again, fighting against her inner muscles to invade further inside of her even as she goes tenser and tenser. "Relax your fucking hole."
He slaps Katherine's thigh and for a startled moment, the tension leaves her. John slams the rest of the way inside and then chokes Katherine harder to muffle the feral shriek she makes.
"That's a good cocksleeve," John purrs. "Mmm. Nice and tight around me. Does it hurt, baby?" Katherine hiccups in response, tears sliding down her cheeks, and John leans down to lick away one her tear tracks. "Good. I want it to fucking hurt. That's what you get for trying to deny me what's mine."
For a little bit, he just grinds inside of her asshole, enjoying the tight heat, the little whines it draws from the girl underneath him. Then John draws halfway out and slams back inside. Katherine jumps and he laughs, unable to help himself.
"You better get used to it, honey. This is how you're getting fucked until I cum." Halfway out again, then he's slamming back in, leaning down to bite Katherine's shoulder, laughing as she squirms helplessly under him. John drops the weight of his upper body on top of her, grabbing her by the hair instead of the throat. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted it. Did you change your mind, baby?"
"Please!" Katherine sobs. It's unclear what she's pleading for but it doesn't really matter. John meant what he said. This hole is is, and it's for his pleasure.
He begins to hump the girl in earnest, fucking greedily into her asshole over and over. Her shrieks and sobs of pain are a symphony, and it's not until he draws near orgasm that he pulls all the way out.
"Thank you," Katherine whimpers, mistaking this as freedom from John's cock in her ass. "Thank you, thank you. It hurt so much. Hurt so much, sir."
John snorts. "Roll over. I want to feel your clit against my balls while I cum."
John is reminding Katherine she can safeword if she wants to, reminding her that she has control over this experience too.
Katherine rolls over. John spreads her legs wide, then settles between them, laying his body on top of hers, holding himself up with his arm as he lines his cock back up with Katherine's puffy, red asshole.
He fucks back in, relishing in Katherine's sobs of pain as she grabs a pillow and buries her face in it.
"Good hole," John praises, planting his hands on either side of Katherine's slim body, slamming in her ass hard enough with each thrust to lift her hips just slightly. "Fuck. So fucking tight. Can you feel how deep I can get like this?"
The reply is muffled, so John gabs her hair and yanks her head back. "What was that?"
"Yes, daddy!" Katherine sobs, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "It hurts!" John's balls slap against her clip, and Katherine moans. John smirks.
"It hurts? Are you sure? It sounds like you're gonna fucking cum."
"It hurts!" Katherine insists. "It hurts so much. It feels like I'm burning inside!" She cries out again and John laughs.
"You're still gonna cum. You're gonna cum from feeling me rape you."
Katherine's mouth works a few times, more punched out sounds of pleasure leaving her with each slap of John's balls, and then she sobs. "Yes!" she admits. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum, gonna cum! Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please keep raping me! Make me cup!" Katherine screams.
John laughs darkly and bites her throat. "If you insist."
It feels amazing, cumming in Katherine's ass like this, listening to her scream and sob, feeling her cumming around him. John groans, slamming in deep, filling the girl's gut with his seed. Then he lays his weight down on top of her, petting her hair as Katherine catches her breath.
He doesn't go all the way soft, couldn't possibly when he's inside such a nice hole. After 10 minutes of them laying in sweaty silence, John pulls out, wiping himself and then Katherine with a cool cloth from the bathroom.
After that, John spoons up behind Katherine, hard cock tapping against the girl's puffy clit. She's already half-asleep so when John pushes into her wet cunt, all she does is whine a little and wrinkle her nose.
"Shhh," John soothes. "Go back to sleep, baby. You don't need to stay awake. Just let me use you."
Katherine voices vague assent, drifting off in his arms as John fucks rhthmically into her warm little cunt.
It's somewhere between then and his orgasm that John realizes he's in love.
- Despite the somnophilia and painful anal experiences, Katherine finds herself irresistibly drawn to John and his dominance.
- John, feeling the age difference and the sadistic urges, decides to introduce Katherine to unsafe sex and the world of 'creampies'.
- Despite the size difference, John persists in his intention, using 'viagra' to enhance his performance and 'lube' to ease the process for Katherine.
- Katherine, being 'barely legal', finds herself in a situation she never thought she'd be in, entranced by the 'unsafe sex' and John's 'honestly and relentlessly nasty' approach.
- Post their sexual escapades, John and Katherine continue their relationship, with Katherine often craving 'John's cock' and his dominance, despite the risks and outcomes.