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With her hand in mine, I walked the two of us over to the bed. I got in first and lay on my back. I had come twice tonight, and while that was typically it for me, I was nowhere near done fucking the gorgeous woman now waiting for my next command.

“Clean Daddy’s cock, little girl,” I said, staring up at her.

She turned to look at the bathroom.

“With your mouth,” I added.

She smiled and began to lick the come from my cock. “You are such a good girl,” I praised, stroking her hair.

When my cock was hard again, I told her to grab another condom from my bag. She watched, eyes wide, as I rolled it onto my dick.

“Get on the bed, Mackenzie,” I instructed once I was finished. “You will straddle Daddy and ride his cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said excitedly, climbing onto the bed and lowering herself onto my hard shaft.

I groaned as she took me in inch-by-inch. Clearly, from the sounds she was making and the expression on her face, she liked this position, too. It took her about ten seconds to begin rocking back and forth on my
cock, teasing me with her perky tits. Leaning up, I captured one in my mouth and sucked hard. As I switched back and forth from breast to breast, she continued to ride me as she moved closer and closer to her release.

As she rocked, I could feel the ball of the jeweled plug rub against my cock through the thin layer of skin that separated them. I reached around and began to play with the toy, turning it and tugging on it every now and then. She groaned in pleasure and moved her hips faster as she ground her swollen clit onto my abdomen.

“You’d like it if I was fucking that tight ass, wouldn’t you?”

“I…I…” Her words were ragged. “I don’t know…maybe…fuck…fuck…” She continued to pant and moan as I nipped at her breasts and tugged rhythmically on the jeweled plug. “Ungh…Daddy…I…I…yes…yes…yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good girl,” I said, knowing she was moments from her release. Pulling the plug from her ass, I growled, “Come all over Daddy.”


Ohhhhhh fucccccck me!” she screamed as her release shot through her, instantly covering me in come. She collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks of her orgasm.

“You are not done,” I said, causing her to jump. “
I’m
not done.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a smile.

I rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. Just like the first time, I entered her with one quick thrust. Her tits bounced as I fucked her hard. I loved the look in her eyes as she gazed up at me, and the slapping sound I was making each time I thrust into her soaking wet pussy. It was everything I fantasized about. Perfection.

Within moments, I had her on the brink of another orgasm and I knew I was there, as well. With one final thrust, I sent her over the edge as I found my own release.

“Oh Mackenzie, Mackenzie, Mackenzie,” I chanted as I emptied myself into the condom.


Mmmmmm, Daddy,” she sighed back.

Leaning down, I kissed her lips softly. Our first kiss. It wasn’t driven by sexual need; we had both been satiated enough. No, this kiss was more. It was a way of expressing our thanks for giving each other what we needed. It was soft and sweet, long and deep.

When we finally broke apart, I decided I was going to do something I had never done with any of the girls in the past. I was planning to ask her if she would like to stay the night. Before I could say anything, though, she spoke.

“Thank you, Senator Joseph,” she said, getting out of the bed. “I really hope that you enjoyed your present.”

I watched as she put her panties, skirt and top back on, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach at the thought of her leaving. It was probably better that she go, as I’d have no way of explaining her presence in the morning, but I wanted more time with her.

“Mackenzie!” I blurted out. “You really don’t have to go.”

“Oh, but Senator Joseph, I do. My father will be expecting me. I’m sure your “gift” went home long ago,” she said, looking at the clock. I glanced at it, and it had been well over two hours since I’d arrived in my room. She was right; my gift would be long gone by now.

Don’t let her go.
I wasn’t even sure if it was the angel or the devil that spoke.

I stared at her with regret as she walked to the door, knowing I had to say something. I couldn’t just let her leave…but what? It wasn’t like I could ask her out on a second date.

Do something you ass! Don’t let her go.

“Senator Joseph,” she said, once again dragging me from my internal dialogue, “do you celebrate the Fourth of July?”

“Yes, of course,” I answered, confused at the new topic of conversation.

“Good,” she said with a giggle. “Then I’ll see you in two weeks. I have a present for you.”

Chapter 2

 

I’d been attracted to Maxwell Joseph since the day we’d met so many years ago. I was nine the first time I saw him, and remember thinking that he was handsome and someday I’d marry a man like him. By the time I was thirteen, I’d get butterflies in the pit of my stomach when in his presence, and by fifteen, I’d technically lost my virginity to him. True, he wasn’t even in the room when it happened, but it was his face I’d pictured…his name I’d cried out when I’d thrust the cucumber into my aching pussy.

Thinking back on it, it sounded ridiculous, but I’d been sexually aware at a young age—younger than most. At around twelve, I began masturbating regularly, and by the time I was fifteen, I wanted more…much more. The problem was that when you were fifteen, you couldn’t exactly go into an adult shop and buy what you wanted, so I had to improvise with the everyday things around the house. And as
cliché as it seemed, a cucumber was one hell of a dildo.

A year later, Brad Daniels was the first male to actually put himself inside of me, and after our first time together, I’d wished for the cucumber again. It did get better after I’d had a few more partners, though—three more to be exact. And then finally, early last April, I got one step closer to realizing my fantasy of sleeping with Maxwell Joseph. I knew I’d never get him the traditional way. He was a public figure, and I had been an
eighteen-year-old girl whose father happened to be his best friend. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off until I accidentally overheard a phone call between Maxwell and my father one night.

I’d come home early for the weekend and was going to surprise my dad. He wasn’t home from work yet, so when I heard the phone ring I didn’t pick it up. Just as the machine clicked on, my dad came in through the door and grabbed the phone, broadcasting his entire conversation throughout the house.

“Hey, Carter.” I heard Maxwell’s voice coming from the slightly crackly speakers, causing a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey, Maxwell. I just got in. What can I do for you?”

“It’s about D.C. I’m heading there tomorrow, and I was hoping you could work your magic and get me a sweet little thing to help me through the boredom.”

I heard my dad’s belly laugh over the line. “Yeah, I’m sure I can work something out.”

“Just make sure that she looks the part. I don’t want some thirty year old dressed up like a schoolgirl. I want someone who is
actually
young. And please tell her that I want to tie her up and spank her before I fuck her.”

“So the usual,” my dad laughed again. My head was spinning. Maxwell liked to tie up young girls, spank, then fuck them? And my dad knew about it? And
helped
him? It all seemed too much, but after taking time to process the information, it occurred to me that I was
exactly
Maxwell’s type. A plan slowly began to form in my mind, and a few months later, I found myself tied to the curtains in his room getting fucked…hard.

I woke the morning after Senator Joseph’s party bruised, sore and elated. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as my feet hit the floor of the hotel room. I’d never been fucked so hard or so thoroughly in my life, and it was the first time I’d actually had an orgasm with a man inside of me. It was even better than I’d fantasized, and I wanted more.

I had told him that I would meet him on the Fourth of July, but it was harder than I thought it would be to get a minute alone with him. I tried a few times during the day, but people had constantly surrounded him. He was in the parade earlier, waving and smiling, but to me he looked bored out of his mind; I couldn’t help wondering if he would have had that same look on his face if I’d been on the floor of the car, sucking him off as we drove through the crowd.

Much to my dad’s surprise, I asked him if I could attend the barbecue some pompous billionaire was having. It was the most outlandish ‘barbecue’ I’d ever been to. When I had entered, I was greeted by wait staff
that offered me caviar and
pâté
on toast.

From the room filled with wall-to-wall people, I knew it was pointless to try to get more than a minute with the Senator; I didn’t want to look like a puppy
that was waiting around for him to throw me a scrap of attention. If he still wanted to get together, he’d have to come to me.

I’d seen the roof of this building and knew it had a beautiful garden. I couldn’t think of a better place for a rendezvous, so I wrote a note on a slip of paper and handed it to a waiter, asking him to give it to the good Senator.

Once on the roof, I removed my clothing but decided to keep my shoes and socks on. I knew he liked the ‘little girl’ look and I’d worn Mary Jane’s just for him.

I heard him open the door and call out to me.

“Baby?” His voice was low and soft.

“I’m right here, Daddy,” I answered. I walked out from behind some shrubs and stood nude before him in the moonlight.

Even from a distance, I saw his pupils dilate and knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“Daddy missed you, little girl.”

I walked over to him slowly. “Can I make it up to you?” I asked, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes, you can

and you will—but first, I’m going to punish you for making me wait all day. Now, be a good girl for Daddy. Bend over and hold on,” he commanded, motioning to a nearby bench.

The only time I’d been spanked in my life was when he’d done it a few weeks earlier. I had enjoyed it immensely then, and the anticipation of
knowing he was about to do it again had me dripping wet. Each time his hand came in contact with my skin, I screamed out in pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more aroused, he began fucking me.

In the two weeks that had passed since his birthday, I’d tried to convince myself that I’d imagined how good he was in bed. I hadn’t; he was even better than I remembered.

My fingers dug into the wood of the bench as he coaxed wave after wave of pleasure from my body the way no other man had before. I screamed and wriggled, but he held my hips firm and continued pounding into me until, with one final thrust, I felt him still and twitch inside.

When he pulled out and removed the condom I prepared for more, but the ringing of his cell phone caught his attention. The fireworks were just ending when he answered. I could hear my dad’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, I just stepped out for some air.”

He moved away from me toward the edge of the roof. “Something like that,” he chuckled, and I wondered if my dad had guessed what he’d been doing. I knew there were lots of others like me. I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt to think of him fucking someone else the way he’d just been with me. I didn’t want to wait around for an awkward goodbye, or appear pathetic by asking him when I could see him again. If he wanted me, he knew where he could find me.

I pulled my panties on over my swollen and sticky pussy, then pulled the sundress over my head. He glanced up at me with a look of surprise on his face at seeing me fully dressed.

Before I did something stupid like ask him to call me, I smiled, waved, and headed for home, having had enough of the ‘barbeque.’

I waited for him to contact me all summer, but when he didn’t, I figured it was as I’d initially suspected—I was merely a fun fuck. I’d been lucky to be with him twice, but I’d have to leave it at that.

My sex life after the Fourth of July had been
non-existent. I’d gone on a few dates, but the guys seemed young and immature. In their defense, they
were
young compared to the man I wanted. I had resigned myself to masturbating while reliving the memories of him, assuming it would never happen again.

By the time Halloween rolled around, I’d begun to rethink my position. He might not have wanted to initiate things, but he had
clearly
wanted me both times I’d offered myself to him, so I decided that I’d offer again.

My dad had told me that he was going to a Halloween party Maxwell’s mother was throwing at her home, and after mentioning to him that I had nothing to do other than go to this wild drinking party on campus, he suggested I go with him.

I agreed, but told him I’d meet him there. I had the perfect costume planned, and knew he’d flip out if he saw it on me first.

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