"I Have What You Need" (closed)

[RobbieRand]

"I Have What You Need"​

"Robbie!"

The teen heading out the home's front door stopped quickly at the sound of his name, sighing in disappointment before stepping back to the open sliding doors of his father's study to ask, "Yeah, pop, what's up?"

The older Robert Randal, who most people called Senior, curled a finger at his son, inviting him into the study as he asked, "Did you get that application submitted?"

Robbie rolled his eyes and groaned, "Now! I have someone waiting for me."

Senior looked out the window to find a familiar young woman leaning back against the passenger door of his son's convertible, tapping at the screen of her smart phone. Senior's cock twitched at the sight of the beauty who he was always happy to see visit the McMansion the family playfully called the Randal Manor. She was the kind of young woman who caused older men like himself to grasp their soapy dick and spew forth their loads upon the shower walls to any of a number of domination fantasies.

"Invite her inside for a cold drink," Senior said with that you don't have a choice tone. "Then, head down to the Foundation and complete that application. Won't take you more than an hour ... two tops."

Robbie began to complain, but he knew it was of no use and went silent after just a few pleading words. Robbie's father wasn't the type with whom people trifled, be it at his office or at his home. Robbie headed out to the car, engaged his girl in a groping hug and a passionate kiss -- just to irk the father he thought to be the very straight laced, conservative type -- then explained that he had to run an errand but would be back in just an hour or so.

"The housekeeper can get you anything you want," he told her, kissing her again with some visible tongue action before saying, "You can wait in my room if you want. Use my laptop if you want to go online ... you know ... watch some porn to get some ideas for Saturday--"

Robbie laughed aloud, reaching down to grasp a butt cheek before kissing her again. Saturday night was prom, and finally after trying for most of the past school year to get into her pants, she'd agreed to let him pop her cherry after the dance. He pulled away, urging her toward the door while patting her on the buttocks and staring back at the study window. He couldn't see his father because of the reflection on the glass, but Robbie knew that his dad would be watching and, likely, grimacing at the unacceptable display of public affection.

Senior was watching, in fact, but he wasn't feeling anything close to what he son expected. As he caught Robbie's future lover passing by the study's door, he called out to her, asking, "Do you mind joining me for a moment?"

He stood as she entered the study and after gesturing her to one of the two chairs opposite his own desk chair, Senior closed the study door and went to sit in the chair near the young beauty. He asked her some friendly questions about school, family, her college plans, and more ... nothing out of the ordinary for a father to want to know about his son's girl friend.

"Have you ever stayed at the Four Seasons," he asked suddenly. The reaction to his mentioning the hotel at which his son had reserved a room Saturday was priceless. He smiled just a bit, adding, "If you ever wanted a romantic location for giving a man the honor of claiming your virginity, Room 1212 ... the top floor ... overlooking the river to the north and the ocean to the west ... you can't beat it."

Senior stood and curled around to his desk drawers as he continued. "I understand from my extensive conversations with my son that the two of you are making some very nice long term plans. A summer of fun and sun here ... out on the beach by day ... in the dance clubs by night. Then come autumn, Cambridge. Robbie will be at Harvard and you'll be with him. Get the pair of you a nice, cozy apartment on the park ... fluffy little dog, maybe a cat. Maybe after he gets his MBA the two of you get married ... kids ... grow old together ... happily ever after."

By the time he was done talking, he'd returned to sit near her. He held a tri-folded sheet of paper in his hands. "Only problem is this..." He opened one fold of the paper to reveal a number in the low six digits. "This is what it would cost Robbie each year to attend Harvard ... to be there alone." He opened the next fold to reveal an even larger number. "This is what it would cost him each year to take a girl friend with him."

Senior refolded the paper, lifted it between the two of them, and -- as he slowly ripped it down through the middle until it was in two halves -- he explained, "And this is how much of that money I'm going to give Robbie to actually fulfill his life long dream of being a Harvard educated lawyer, Senator, and maybe even occupant of the White House..."

He dropped the two halves into the garbage can and leaned back into his chair to study her as he finished, "Unless ... you give me the honor of claiming your virginity."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake leaned against the car, waiting for Robbie who was taking longer than expected. She had been dropped off by her brother, expecting her boyfriend could give her a ride home after they spent the afternoon together downtown, where they would stroll the streets of the city, window shop, grab a bite to eat, and daydream about what was to come in their lives. They had been together for some time and, though they were only 18 and still in high school, she felt that Robbie was the one in every fiber of her being. They had begun to talk about plans beyond graduation, moving to Massachusetts together, Robbie had already been accepted to Harvard, and then perhaps raising a family soon after graduation and finding jobs that would support a nice lifestyle in metropolitan New York or Los Angeles. The one issue that had not been necessarily resolved was the one that Robbie had pressed about the most. He was a guy and men had needs. They both felt like she had waited long enough, and while her boyfriend had urged and pressed for sex, she had held out just to be sure, to make sure it was special and with someone she wanted to be with, despite her own rumblings and desires in her core. She smiled when the door to the house finally opened, enjoying the site of her guy, knowing it would be one of the few times it would still be like this, once it happened.

"Robbie!" she heard a voice from inside the house, just before Robbie turned and stepped back inside. Blake wondered what was going on, certain his somewhat overbearing father had some last minute task for him to do. Blake was not sure what Robbie's father did for a living. She knew he did very well. Her own parents had money from some offshore oil ventures, enough to send her to a serious private school, and keep her fashionable, hoping she would slip into the crowd that could propel her into a different and better lifestyle. But even they could not afford the type of lavish quarters and life that the Randals had, and she was reliant upon her own efforts to pay for college, which she was committed to doing. The details didn't yet matter - she would figure a way. Blake looked at her phone briefly, waiting for her boyfriend to finish inside, ignorant that she was on anyone's radar but her own and Robbie junior's. Moments later, the door opened again, and her boyfriend bounded down the steps where his hands slid over her hips, pulling her in for a kiss, which she warmly reciprocated, pressing her stomach and chest to his.

"Hey," she said, smiling, savoring the taste on her lips as she pulled her face away for a second. "That was nice."

"I'm sorry," Robbie said. "I have to run into town to finish an application that has to get mailed today." Blake looked confused. "I'll be an hour at most," the boy said. "Wait here?" he asked. She nodded before he continued. "The housekeeper can get you anything you want," he told her, then kissed her once more, making her squeal in surprise at how vigorous he was being before engaging him with her tongue as he had with his. She smirked at his suggestion that she watch porn.

"I don't need to prepare for Saturday," she said, knowing he would do much of the work. "I'll be ready." She felt goosebumps and a chill run down her spine as the boy grabbed her ass, unquestionably her best feature, without apology as he kissed her one last time. She was ready, of course, but anxious too. He knew she was a virgin, and the idea seemed to excite him more. She turned to walk inside just before feeling him smack her but, making it give a firm jiggle and causing her to grin over her shoulder.

"You're bad," she said, shaking her head in amusement and defeat. "I'll see you when you get back." She continued up the stairs and inside, walking down the main corridor past the entry and toward the large master staircase that would take her to Robbie's room.

"Do you mind joining me for a moment?" A voice came from an open door. No hellos, no formalities, just a request. It was Robert, her boyfriend's father.

"Of course," she smiled, stepping into the study where he offered her a chair as he sat at his desk. He closed the door when she sat, then joined her in what seemed like a less formal arrangement than with him behind the desk. After a few moments of small talk, he lobbed a question that surprised her.

"Have you ever stayed at the Four Seasons?"

"Um.....no," she stammered, wondering what he was getting at. She was confused.

"If you ever wanted a romantic location for giving a man the honor of claiming your virginity," he continued. Blake's mouth dropped open slightly, unbelieving what he was saying. "Room 1212, the top floor overlooking the river to the north and the ocean to the west ... you can't beat it." She didn't know how to respond, other than awkwardly.

"Well, that's........something to keep in mind." She gave nothing more away. She wondered what Robert knew or didn't know. She wondered if Robbie had reserved that very location for Saturday night and if so, why would Mr. Randal bring it up. She crossed her arms, defensive.

"I understand from my extensive conversations with my son that the two of you are making some very nice long term plans," Robert Randal said. She lifted her chin, a bit defiantly. She felt like he didn't like her and he was getting to something. She had long worried Robbie's family didn't feel she was good enough for him, or she wasn't their preferred choice for their son. She simply listened as he continued. "A summer of fun and sun here ... out on the beach by day ... in the dance clubs by night." The man wasn't wrong. She and Robbie had discussed all of those things. "Then come autumn, Cambridge. Robbie will be at Harvard and you'll be with him. Get the pair of you a nice, cozy apartment on the park ... fluffy little dog, maybe a cat. Maybe after he gets his MBA the two of you get married ... kids ... grow old together ... happily ever after." She nodded before speaking.

"Oh.....you know, I don't know what all we might do just yet," she said before being cut off dismissively, unable to passably deflect with her own cover story. Robert moved near after having been back to his desk, and he showed her something as he sat closer than before.

"Only problem is this." She looked at what he had, showing the vast amount of money necessary for Robbie to actually live the dreams they had discussed. Or anything like it. She held a poker face as he showed her how the money increased with her tagging along. Her eyes betrayed her fake calm when he aggressively tore the paper in half explaining he would not support Robbie. She did not understand. Why would Robbie's father abandon his son's dreams. It made no sense. "Unless ... you give me the honor of claiming your virginity." Blake's shoulders dropped. It made perfect sense.

"You wouldn't do that," she said, before turning her own statement around verbally as much as in her own mind. "Why would you do that?" She crossed her arms tighter. She wasn't that sort of girl anyway. Why would she do that, she asked herself. She wanted to lash out. She wanted to flee. She wanted to cry. Robbie had been an amazing guy. Perfect for her in every way. Perfect for any lucky girl in every way, whether her or not. So much of her heart was committed to him. She had a fleeting thought of what would happen if she agreed. Would Robbie know? Could she fake it enough for him to not know? She looked down at her casual shorts and tee shirt that, while passable, was far from what anyone would call "sexy." And if it wasn't going to happen today....then when? Prom was only days away. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. She shook her mind clear of the rapidly growing offensive cobwebs and confusion and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Mr. Randal. She had so many questions.

"Why me?" She asked. "You have money, you run in fast circles. You could find a college girl to.......satisfy you," her tone was one of disgust. "And why now? Why just before prom?" Her voice came up half an octave and she fought back tears that only welled in her eyes but did not fall. Her last question belied her will to just say no. "How.....I mean....where......how do you suggest this would even happen?"

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[RobbieRand]

"You wouldn't do that."

Senior's lips rose only a touch in the corners, barely noticeable as he thought to himself, Yes, I would.

"Why would you do that?"

Because I can, he thought, thinking as she continued, And because I deserve it.

Ironically, Blake's next question -- "Why me?" -- led to his answer, once she'd finished quizzing him.

"Robbie is a good boy, but..." He hesitated a moment, leaning back into his chair as he picked his words carefully. "He's a good boy, but he doesn't know what it means to be a man. Everything he has ever had ... everything he has now..."

Senior let his eyes drop in an obvious ogling of Blake's shapely form before he looked back up and continued, "...everything he will ever have ... he has because of me. Hell, he's downtown right now completing an application without which he couldn't have started school this Fall because I made him go take care of it."

He leaned forward in his chair again, bringing him close enough to the young beauty to be able to pick up her scent. He drew in a slow but deep breath, enjoying the smell before continuing with that breath, "So, since Junior has you because of me ... I think it's only fair that I have you ... first. And if I don't..."

Senior let the thought hang there. He had always been a confident man, particularly when he had the advantage. And today, here, now, he had the advantage. He was confident that Blake believed everything he'd told her about his son, about what Robbie had, about what the boy had to lose should she refused him.

After a moment, Blake asked, "How.....I mean....where......how do you suggest this would even happen?"

Senior's smirk this time was noticeable. He already had the night planned for them. He leaned in just a bit closer, explaining, "Go to your prom. It's a wonderful event. You shouldn't miss it. As the evening proceeds, though ... you will tell Junior that you don't feel well. You know ... girl troubles. That ever present, ever usable excuse women have when ever they don't want to be with a man but don't want to say no either. Robbie won't want to abandon you in your time of need, but you will convince him it's fine ... that you'll see him the next day. And ... you'll meet me upstairs ... Room 1014, couple of floors down but still a wonderful view ... not that we'll be spending a lot of time appreciating it."

Again, Senior glanced to Blake's delicious form, adding, "I'll be appreciating something more."

He looked into her eyes again, giving her a moment to consider what he was proposing.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Robbie has me? Because of you? She thought to herself, her eyes narrowing more, unbelieving that Mr. Randal would be trying this with her - with anyone. And he wanted her on the very night, the special night, that she had planned with her boyfriend for months, no less. She was appalled. And yet she felt a stir inside. Mr. Randal was somewhat handsome, if much older than she had ever thought herself likely to date, much less have sex. She shivered at his mention of his own appreciation of "something else," no doubt understanding good and well what that would be. She let the words settle in the room as she remained in her chair, closer already to her boyfriend's father than she had wanted to be.

"And what if I say no?" She asked, defiant. "What then?"

 

[RobbieRand]

Senior sat slowly back into his chair, crossing one knee over the other as he studied Blake. She had spunk. Robert enjoyed spunk in his sexual partners. He considered his answer for a moment, even though he had had a response to the possible question already prepared.

"I will simply tell my son that he can't take you with him to Cambridge," Senior answered. "I will tell him that I have doubts about his ability to concentrate on his studies ... that without confidence, I won't finance his education. And Blake, while my son thinks he loves you enough to do anything to keep you ... he won't give up Harvard for you. He'll promise to hold out for you ... that he can survive, can ride out a long distance relationship until he graduates ... wait for you. But ... he won't. You'll lose him."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake suspected he was right. Her boyfriend had been headed to Harvard, a goal of his, since he was around eight years old, and long before he had met her. And she imagined there were plenty of prettier, smarter, more well-to-do girls at college, whom Mr. Randal would more approve than herself. She felt stuck and didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe that she was here, considering this proposal. His scenario was plausible. She could easily tell a lie to get out of what had once been the most hopeful of promises to her loving guy who would not any longer have the privilege of having her the way he had wanted, and she had wanted, for so long now. And she wondered as she rolled Mr. Randal's words around in her mind what kind of lover he would be. Given his hardball game, she pictured he would take what he wanted and make sure he enjoyed what he was taking. She shivered and felt herself grow damp at her center while contemplating the offer. She felt like she couldn't say no and she felt it was the only thing she wanted to say.

"How long do I have to decide?" She asked, looking up at him, a break in her resolve.

 

[RobbieRand]

"Take some time, Blake," Senior told the young beauty. He stood tall over her, adding, "I will be in the room Saturday night ... waiting. If you come to me, you come to me. If you don't..."

He offered a hand out to help her rise, unsure of whether or not she would take it. One way or the other, he was finished with this conversation. If she had more to say or ask, he'd respond; but if she, too, was done, he would just watch her leave ... and, hopefully, see her Saturday night.

(OOC: That was my way of saying you could move it ahead if you wanted or continue the conversation, which ever is appropriate.)

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Take some time, Blake," Mr. Randal told her. Her eyes didn't leave his. She hoped that his face would break into a mischievous grin and he would tell her it was all a joke. She had never known Mr. Randal to be mischievous. He continued to speak, reinforcing his command. "I will be in the room Saturday night ... waiting. If you come to me, you come to me. If you don't..." His voice trailed off, the unsaid threat very clear. She ignored his hand when he offered it, rising to stand on her own. She cringed inside at the word she would not say, which was "no."

"You're a terrible person," she said, turning on her heel and heading toward the door. "You'd better not hurt me." She couldn't believe she would even think of meeting his suggestion. But she couldn't think about denying Randal, and even herself, of a dream. Her stomach turned as she walked out of the room, quietly closing the door and moving quickly toward her boyfriend's room where she closed the door, lay on the bed, and began to cry. She had made sure to dry up and be presentable by the time Robbie got home, and she began deflecting his advances and hoping he didn't pay close attention at her distance, while she recoiled inside at the idea of his father's hands on her body where his could be. Prom was in several days and it was important to lay the groundwork now.

"I don't feel great," she told her boyfriend later in the afternoon. "I hope I'm not getting sick, but my stomach hurts." She kissed him and excluded herself from the rest of their date, asking him to take her home, which he did. She opened her closet and looked at the beautiful gray and silver lace dress that she had chosen to wear and felt sad again that her day, their special day, would no longer be theirs. She felt a stir within, despite her misgivings, denying to herself the realization that she was wondering what sort of lover Mr. Randal would be.

 

[RobbieRand]

"You're a terrible person."

Senior managed to contain the smirk that one part of his brain, the conniving terrible person part, wanted to show her. He didn't want to push her too hard. Too angered, she might go to Robbie and try to find a way out of this, and Senior didn't want her even contemplating that. Senior knew that Blake could tell Robbie, in the hopes of going to his mother. But there were too many what ifs in that scenario. What if Robbie didn't believe her? What if he believed her but thought it was Blake's doing, perhaps her coming onto his father, getting rejected, and now getting revenge? What if Robbie believed her but, fearing for his own future, told her just to give in, to part her thighs to the old man once and live with it? What if they went to his mother and ... well, hell, there were a hundred what ifs there, few of which harmed Senior. It wasn't like his wife was going to leave him. Their prenuptial was heavily weighted in Senior's favor, which was the reason Gloria had never confronted him about his past indiscretions, some of which Robbie was well aware.

No, Senior had little risk in this game ... well, other than not having Blake, of course.

"You'd better not hurt me."

"I have no intention of hurting you, Blake," he told her as she reached the hall. "I know you won't understand this, but ... I just want you to have all you ever wanted from life. Robbie can't give that to you. I can, though. I have what you need, even if you can't see that now."

Senior watched Blake head out, marveling at that tight, round ass, knowing -- hoping, at least -- that he'd be bumping his groin up against it in a handful of days.



Finding Blake laying on his bed when he returned to his room, Robbie had been hopeful that maybe they might get a jump on their post-Prom activities. Not hardly.

She told him, "I don't feel great ... I hope I'm not getting sick, but my stomach hurts." just before suggesting that he take her home.

"Of course," he said, trying but failing to mask his disappointment. "Are you sure you don't want to just take a nap here? You can sleep in one of my tee shirts ... or ... nothing."

His joke got him no where. In fact, it didn't even get him a dismissive smirk or a playful slap as he would have expected. All he could do was shrug and take her home...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

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Blake stood alone awaiting the valet as Robbie spoke with the hotel concierge about various amenities the hotel offered, places for breakfast in the morning, and specialty items that could be ordered later that night. She overheard some discussion of the double chocolate cake and the elaborate blueberry and strawberry red, white, and blue cheesecake that "all the ladies enjoy," and she felt her stomach turn in a knot. They had checked in earlier, after taking photographs at each of their houses, first when Robbie came to pick her up and then a second time after the entire group of ten met at his house and the parents wanted to snap more memories. Blake forced herself to smile before the row of parents at the gathering, doing her best to ignore Robbie's father who seemed to be lurking just at the back of every room, though giving no sign of his terrible plan for her. She thought it wasn't too late to get out. Once finished, Robbie drove her to the hotel where they would stay, the LeCroix, which was actually just across the street from the larger, more extravagant and grand Four Seasons. The LeCroix had a ballroom just as large, but 40% less cost, which appealed to the school's budget. The students would have all the luxuries and amenities of the uptown/midtown area of the city, access to the fine restaurants where they enjoyed playing dress up and socialite, and all at a greatly reduced rate. Blake looked up first to the gotham skyline above, before lowering her gaze to what she counted to be the 12th floor. She didn't think she could go through with it. She stared at the luxury hotel an extra few moments, ignoring her date, until he startled her with a hand sliding along her waist and then her side as he approached her side.

"What's wrong?" He said when she jumped slightly. She gave a pained smile.

"Nothing," she said. "I'm sore."

"Sore?" He asked.

"Yeah," she said. She grabbed his arm and held tight, squeezing it, feeling safe, perhaps as she soon would not once she did what she had been suggested to do. "I'll be fine," she said, not believing the lie she was telling and the cross conflict of not wanting to lie to Robbie ever.

"You sure?" He asked, no doubt wondering about staking his claim by staking her later.

"Yeah," she said, barely above a whisper before kissing his cheek. The car arrived and Robbie opened her door, allowing her to step one long, sleek, smooth leg in before the other, then ran to the other side, stepping in himself and driving them to dinner where there, she sat with the rest of the couples, talking, having a decent time, and pushing away all thought of what her body was about to go through, whether with Robbie or his dad. She focused on enjoying dinner.

"Everyone have rooms tonight?" One of the other boys in the party asked. "We don't, so we might need to crash someone else's."

"Not even," Robbie said. "Don't even think of it being ours." Blake felt him squeeze her thigh under the table. She got a chill and began pushing away from the table.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I have to go to the restroom." Two of the other girls decided the time was okay for them to go as well. Once there, Blake spent enough time in the stall alone to be suspicious and she came out and gave a wince to one of the other girls who asked if she was okay. "Cramps," she winced again, almost apologetically. "Robbie is not going to be happy with me," she said, clear to develop the story in the event rumors got out once she bailed on their date. The girls reassured her and the group returned. The dinner was amazing, as expected and the teens all returned to the LeCroix, ready to party, only a couple hours later. She allowed herself several dances and made it a point to refuse any punch or food once at the prom. Robbie continued to ask if she felt okay. Despite assuring him she did and dancing with him a number of times, kissing him even, around 11:15, when he asked once more, she put her hands on his chest.

"You know," she said. "I am SO sorry." She paused to glance down at her feet, then looked up at him once again. "I think I need to get my things and go home."

"What?" He asked. "Why?" Blake felt the hurt on his face to her core and began then and there beating herself up for the lie and the betrayal she was about to commit.

"It's my.......it's that time," she said. "I'm really cramping and it really hurts."

"Do you want to go lay down?" He asked.

"I think I need to go home," she replied. "If I stay here, I'm going to feel worse and...." she paused. "And I don't want you to try the things we talked about and it not be okay." She kissed him gently. "But we can sneak away next weekend, maybe." She kissed him again, easing the let down and smoothing over his complaints that he may have. "I promise," she lied. "You'll get to get me soon." She kissed him once more and kissed his neck. He pulled away, one hand on her waist.

"Let me drive you," he said.

"No," she replied, almost too soon and too vociferously. "No, it's...okay. You stay here and have fun. I have money for an Uber."

"You sure?" She nodded, not sure at all.

"Yeah," she said. After he consented, she took the elevator upstairs, grabbed the overnight bag that she had packed for their special night, and pulled it over her shoulder before taking the back elevator the the bottom floor and exiting the side entrance. From there she quietly crossed the street and stepped into the four seasons.

"Hello, Blake," came a voice just inside the lobby. She nearly leapt out of her skin as she turned to see Mr. Dalbow, the Assistant Counselor and Vice Principal. "What brings you here?"

"Oh! Ah....we have a party room here," she replied, anxiously. "Just dropping my things off." The administrator knew better than to probe beyond the location of her date.

"Where is Robbie?" He asked.

"He is at the prom already," she said. "Don't let him know you saw me," she continued, unsure what to say next. "Special night," she patted the bag. "I'm surprising him." She immediately felt like a huge slut. She had not known what to say. The administrator's face spoke to pity and outrage, but he said nothing. She prayed he wouldn't speak to Robbie or her own parents about this surprise encounter. "I have to go," she said, quickly excusing herself and nearly sprinting to the elevators. Rapidly, she punched the button and looked to the inside of the building so as to keep her face from view of the main entry. When the doors opened, she jumped inside and punched the number 12 over and over and over, as if urging the doors to close, which they soon did. Her stomach churned as the floors slowly, one by one, passed on the digital display, each with a haunting, annoying chime. She wondered if it was too late to just tell Robert Randal, Sr. no, and to return to the prom. And she wondered if he would follow through on his threat. She suspected he would. It was then that the doors opened and she stepped out into the hallway, taking the signs to the large suite on the southwest corner of the fabulous hotel. There, she knocked, and waited, her breath quivering and her hands shaking. She wondered if it would be painful. She wondered what all she would have to do. Those terms had never been explained. She heard a click of the doorknob.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robert Randal, Sr., had searched for a middle ground during the photo session at his home. He had to be present, of course. It was his son's big night, one of many big nights of which the family would speak over the days, months, and years to come. But, he also knew that his presence would upset Blake further than she already was. There was still a chance she might back out of their arrangement. Until he was deep inside that untouched pussy, there was always the chance that she would back out.

Once the teens had evacuated the house, Senior headed out for his regular Saturday night poker game with the Boys from the Club. He lied to his wife, "We've got a pro' coming in to play with us, that guy who won that big tourney in Vegas last month, so ... it'll be a long night. I'll just sleep at the club ... see you in the morning."

"We still have the tee time at noon," she reminded him, speaking of the only recreational activity in which the pair partook together. Well, other than the occasional fuck, that was. Once Senior had reassured her he'd be there, she told him, "Enjoy yourself tonight. And win big."

He gave her a wet kiss, unexpected by her reaction, and whispered, "Oh, I plan on scoring a big win tonight."



A few hours later, he was opening the hotel room door to find the most ravishing of sights. He looked her up and down slowly, stepped back to gesture her inside, and purred, "My lord, Blake ... you are simply stunning."

He followed her inside, then turned off toward the wet bar, telling her, "I know you're not old enough, but..." He lifted a bottle of champagne for her viewing, then -- whether she wanted or not -- poured two flutes tall with the very expensive bubbly. Returning the bottle to the ice bucket he crossed to the young beauty and offered one glass out, saying politely, "It will help you relax, Blake."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

The door opened and Robert was there, his suit pressed, his tie loosened. She would otherwise admit that he looked handsome. Under the circumstances, however, little about him was appealing. His eyes took her in from head to toe and back again, and she shivered at the thought of what was to come. He made no effort to even be subtle.

"My lord, Blake ... you are simply stunning."

"Thank you," she said in a dead, sarcastic tone as she stepped into the large suite. She walked deep into the room and placed her overnight bag on a leather dressing bench. She had packed it with great care, going through the motions that she had planned on going through with her boyfriend. At least she would still have the control of planning for her night the way she wanted. Inside the bag was a six pack of condoms, an extra set of cute boyshorts, some bikram shorts and a white tank top to sleep in, as well as some simple casual gym shorts and a tee shirt, that she could wear home the next day, with some simple, lightweight Underarmor running shoes. In addition, she had a tiny bag with only necessary makeup, some breath strips, and her toothbrush. She discarded the bag and returned instantly as Mr. Randal continued to speak.

"I know you're not old enough, but..." his words trailed off and she thought of ways to finish his sentence. For you to fuck me, she thought, silently as she watched him lift a bottle of champagne. This was nothing she wanted to celebrate. Ever. The older man poured a flute of wine for her, then for him, and sat the bottle in the ice bucket close by. A few steps across the room and he stood before her. He lifted one of the flutes to her, and she did not immediately take it from him. "It will help you relax, Blake." Her eyes moved from his to the glass, then back to his face. She looked at the glass one more time. She knew he was right. She lifted her hand and took the glass, hesitantly, then looked at it one more time. A second later she began drinking, the dry, sparkling bubbles rushing a burn down the back of her throat, as she downed half of the flute quickly, letting it draw away from her lips with a sigh. She did not want to do this.

"How," she began, hesitatingly. "How does this work?" She stammered. Before he could answer, she retooled her thought. "I mean...I know how it works. I'm not naive. I just mean...how are we just supposed to do this?" She appealed to his humanity, hoping beyond hope that he would change his mind. "Aren't you afraid Robbie will find out? What then? Or Mrs. Randal?" She took another pull from her glass and handed it back to him, her eyes asking for more, knowing she would need it.

 

[RobbieRand]

"No, I have no fears about Robbie or the Missus finding out," Senior said, taking the flute and turning to return to the bottle for a refill.

He could have told her that he had carried on with Robbie's piano teacher for three years without either his son or wife learning or -- in the latter case -- learning and caring to confront him. But why brag about sexual exploits with a woman you were about to exploit, right? Counter productive. He returned with the flutes again, handing Blake hers and sipping at his, his gaze steady upon her bright eyes.

"How does this work...?" he mused to himself. He watched her drink most of the champagne, then politely took the flute and set it aside with his own. He ogled her chest again, then looked into her eyes, saying, "We could start the most logical way. Turn around ... and I'll help you get out of this dress."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake took the glass from Mr. Randal once again and, once more, quickly drank much of it as he stood before her, musing upon her fate.

"How does this work...?" her repeated her question. She felt a chill as he thought too long, her suspicions being that he was thinking of the things he would do to her. She felt an acute awareness of the feel of the air on her chest as his eyes wandered lasciviously over her bare skin below her neck. He reached for her and took the champagne from her hand and set it aside along with his own. Blake swallowed hard and grinded her teeth, trying to remain stoic and knowing it was very soon to be time. It was the moment she had waited and waited for, and yet it would not be that moment in any way she had imagined. She felt like a slut and wondered if she would feel more like a slut as the night went on. She reconciled herself to simply doing what it would take and getting this single time encounter with Mr. Randal over and behind her.

"We could start the most logical way," his voice broke the silence. Her eyes returned to his for further instruction. "Turn around," he said. She stifled a gasp that became inaudible. It was time. "I'll help you get out of this dress." She did not want to be out of her dress. Not here. Not with him. She wanted to cry and stomp and protest. She feared what he might do if she did. Her time to object seemed to have passed. The champagne haze of her mind made the room swirl in the instant moment, and the only thing she knew to do, that she knew to be totally safe, was the thing she would forever now regret and hate that she would do. And so one hand lifted to her chest to hold the dress in place, the last resistance she could give, as she turned around, the concealed zipper in back now squarely presented to Robert Randal, senior. Her other hand lifted and pulled her hair around to the front of her shoulder, tacitly letting him know that she would now be his. She wondered if he saw her hand quiver as she pulled her golden locks forward, before running her hand casually over her side and down to her hip, not knowing where else it should go as he undressed her. She closed her eyes and awaited what happened next.

 

[RobbieRand]

Senior watched with a great sense of imminent conquest as Blake turned to prepare for her undressing. She pulled her hair to her front, exposing her long, sleek neck. Robert was tempted to lean in and begin there, with warm, wet, erotic kisses meant to cause the teen's body to erupt in goose flesh. Ironically, the moment he began slowly lowering her zipper, her body exploded in the tiny bumps of excitement -- or fear? -- anyway, causing her to visibly shiver for a quick moment.

The dress was intricate, requiring Robert to do more than simply lower a zipper. He enjoyed the complexity of it though, moving from zipper to bow to tie to zipper again and, after chuckling lightly, saying softly about her dress, "My father used to tell me that if it was easy, it wasn't worth doing."

Doing Blake had been easier than Robert had expected, but that was only because he held all the cards. In the past, it had taken him much longer and more effort -- sometimes even valuable resources, sometimes even large amounts of investment -- to get between the thighs of women upon whom he'd painted a target. Blake had been relatively easy ... and yet, Robert was sure, she was still going to be very much worth doing.

The dress fell away to the floor, gathering about Blake's feet, leaving her standing before Robert in no more than her high heel dancing shoes, lacy stockings, and sexy underwear set that made his cock twitch with excitement...

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Robert stepped back, appreciating her shapely figure, tight ass, and long legs before whispering with politeness, "Turn so I can see you please, Blake."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake's body jerked slightly beneath his effort to jog the zipper of her dress loose, and when he did, she felt the cool air run over her back, making her unsuccessfully fight off a shiver. She felt herself move with the tempo of his efforts to untie her sash, then felt the zipper go lower. She cringed when he told her of his father's words of things not easy being not worth doing. She wasn't stupid or ignorant of the underlying suggestion. She felt the dress suddenly collapse around her feet and ankles, leaving her before him in only her grey lace leggings and complementary panties and bra. She crossed her arms in front of her and felt the gaze of his eyes over her shoulders, her lower back, her ass, and her legs, all firm and toned from her natural age and activities. She couldn't believe the situation, and she wanted to cry when Robert continued his proceeding along this inappropriate road.

"Turn so I can see you please, Blake," his words were not a plead, but not also a command. They were somewhere in between. A confident suggestion from a man who knew what it was like to have his way and that he would soon have just that. The girl took one tiny step back and turned slowly as he asked, putting one arm down while the other crossed her body and held the other by the elbow, the only concealing move she could still make.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, not sure why for she was certain the answer would not satisfy her or make this okay. She trembled ever so slightly in fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of being molested or abused. Fear of pain. And fear of being at the mercy of a man so much more formidable and, likely, experienced than her. Every terrible story about sex filled her mind. She could see herself on the receiving end of every horrible thing men liked to do to women or, in her case, women who were little more than young girls. "You don't have to do this," she said, nearly a plea. "You don't."

 

[RobbieRand]

"Why are you doing this?"

Robert's gaze was moving slowly up and down Blake's perfect figure with great appreciation, a pleased smile on his lips. When he looked to her sad eyes, he said quietly, "I could tell you, Blake ... that I am doing this simply because I can."

He stepped a bit closer, reaching out to take her by a wrist. Stepping backward slowly he led her -- with obvious reluctance -- toward the massive, expertly made bed sitting against on wall.

"The truth is, Blake," he continued, turning her until her back was to the mattress, "I want you to have what you need ... as a woman. As I've told you..." He moved closer, until there were only inches between their bodies. "...Robbie is a good boy ... but he's no man. And you deserve a real man ... a man who has what you need."

"You don't have to do this. You don't."

Robert's lips spread a bit wider as he said softly, "Of course I do, Blake." He glanced to her bosom again, checking out the sexy underwire before whispering, "Take that off please."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake heard his words and simply dropped her resistance, if not her uncertainty. She was about to experience everything she had planned on experiencing this night, and her trepidation came only from the identity of her partner, not the acts to happen themselves. She felt sorry that it would not be with someone she loved, or that the man before her might not be as kind or gentle as she had planned. But at the words that meant something for real, the command that she now begin to reveal everything not yet revealed, she felt a stirring inside and the familiar wetness that grew every time Robbie had touched her in the backseat of the car. She slowly reached behind her and undid her bra, peeling it away as her arms returned to her front, her hands lowering, one dropping the bra to the ground, before she anxiously moved them in front of her waist, hiding nothing, but not standing proud before Mr. Randal either. She simply felt as she was, like a nearly naked girl at his mercy. Her mind raced as she wondered if this was something he had done before, if he had indulged in younger girls and if so, where.....or when? She felt the mattress behind her brush the back of her thighs, just beneath her ass, and it caused another chill. Soon she would be spread upon it, perhaps on her back, or maybe face down on her stomach, and she would no longer be innocent or pure. She saw no other way out of her predicament. Mr. Randal had already told her his intentions. After a brief moment beneath his awful gaze, she signaled her compliance, against her wish to be simply allowed to go home, when she lifted herself onto the bed, now sitting before Mr. Randal, then backing farther onto its surface, lying back only slightly enough to rest on her elbows, giving her a long view over her own chest and stomach, past her still covered pussy, and down her thighs where he stood between and just beyond her bare feet.

"Is this how you want me?" She asked.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robert marveled at Blake's wondrous orbs as the bra slid away to expose them. They were perfect, round and firm and gravity defying. The nipples that had already been swollen by the situation only hardened more now against the room's chill, until Robert thought they were going to explode.

As much as he enjoyed the sight, Robert enjoyed Blake's reaction to having to expose her bosom. The nervousness and discomfort filled her face and slightly trebling hands. At the same time, he sensed a touch of pride in herself -- perhaps even defiance -- as she refrained from shielding the view of her beautiful tits with her arms.

"You're beautiful," Robert whispered. His gaze would shift often during the evening between her womanly features and her eyes, enjoying the view of her body and her reactions equally. "It's an honor to be here with you like this Blake."

Robert knew that last comment wouldn't set well with her, of course. She wasn't here by choice. But he wanted her to understand her affect on him. He stepped closer to her, reached out to the arm crossing her belly just below her beautiful bosom, and gently urged it down to her side. As he did, that hand of his slid right to her waist, resting there harmlessly for a moment. He reached the other hand out slowly to her smooth belly, simply touching it softly, before slowly caressing the tips of its fingers up her smooth middle to between her curves to her naturally impressive cleavage.

"Do you like this?" Robert asked in whisper. When she didn't answer, he let the fingers caress downward again, then across her lower rib cage. As he looked into her eyes for her reaction, he lifted his hand until he was cupping a firm breast in his hand, gently tracing the fat part of his thumb over her solid nipple. His other hand, still on her waist, reached behind her just a bit to hold her in place should she pull away from him. She didn't, so he continued his soft, almost loving caressing of her breast as he said with all the sincerity he could muster, "I like this ... if that means anything to you."

He pulled his hands back, looking past her to the bed and suggesting, "Why don't you get comfortable."

As Blake laid back, resting on her elbows to give Robert the best view of her thus far, she asked, "Is this how you want me?"

"Yes," Robert said simply as his lips widened in a pleased smile. "That is exactly how I want you."

His eyes never left her own as he began undressing ... untying his already loosened tie ... loosing the buttons of his dress shirt ... reaching to his waist to unfasten his belt ... slack's snap ... zipper. He stepped out of his slip on dress shoes, kicking them aside, then let his slacks fall to the carpet. He was wearing tight fitting jockeys from which his cock was eager to escape. Robert was fortunate enough to be a bit above average in length and girth, as well as a perfect symmetry that had led many a woman to call it the most beautiful cock they'd ever seen, sucked, and/or fucked.

He moved to the bed, placing one knee, than the other between Blake's ankles to urge her legs apart and he moved to hover above her on his own knees and his outstretched arms, his hands on the mattress flanking her rib cage. He looked down upon her body and face, then lowered his head slowly to take a nipple into his warm, wet lips...

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake felt cold when her boyfriend's father explained that he wanted her...that this is how he wanted her. It was so inappropriate and even cruel. She was supposed to be Robbie's, not Mr. Randal's. And yet the air in the room felt great along her inner thighs and over her stomach, and she felt herself grow moist as his gaze ran over her curves. She took in everything about him as well while he began taking off his clothes, and she fought the bulging of her eyes when she saw the outline of a large cock inside his underwear. She knew immediately that no matter what he tried, this would, at least for a few moments, hurt unlike anything she had imagined. She felt his weight on the bed as he knelt between her and she almost chuckled at the thought that her slightly open thighs were as close as they would ever be again the rest of the night. She allowed him to crawl over her, seeming to take in the vanilla and lavender scent of her skin, as he closed upon her. She put her head back completely as his lips met her nipple, and she gave a tiny gasp. The moment was now here. She felt his knee rise a bit higher, forcing her left leg wider, then felt the same on the other side. The man above her was spreading her open and she didn't even try to fight him off or prevent him from doing so. She began moaning lightly as he continued sucking on her breasts, first one and then the other. She felt goosebumps at the feeling and her nipples grew diamond hard. After a few moments, she lifted first one hand to the side of Mr. Randal's head, and then the other to just where his neck met his shoulder, and she began lightly caressing him in both spots as her moans continued and her thighs and knees pressed against his flanks. She felt wet beneath her panties and found herself enjoying how hard his body seemed, considering his age. She also felt guilt and disloyal, knowing that Robbie was still at the prom, or god knows where, unable to experience all of the things she had promised he would for the past many months. She fought back a tear at the thought of her betrayal, even as she arched more, allowing Robbie's dad to touch her as he pleased. She felt his hands run along her side or up to her breasts and she felt herself grinding her hips up to press against his torso, then felt them open wider as his knees spread hers a bit more once again. She said nothing, instead opting simply to feel amazing as she lie beneath him, disappointed when he finally began to pull his lips away from her skin.

 

[RobbieRand]

Blake's reaction to Robert's lips, hands, and torso against her as they were was a happy surprise. He'd half expected her to simply lay there like a cold fish and let him do what ever he wanted without a physical reaction. She was obviously very sensitive to the pleasure he was dispensing, her body beginning to writhe below him as he accelerating the seduction. When he felt her hands come to him, Robert's lips -- again suckling a pert nipple -- spread wider in delighted pride.

He was anxious to see just how good he could make her feel and began kissing his way down her chest ... to her belly ... to the waist band of her sexy panties, which he took in his fingers and began shedding from her. She surprised Robert by lifting her buttocks just enough to be noticeable. Was she doing that because she knew he would want her to do so? Or was she as anxious to be rid of them as Robert was?

He slipped back off the bed as he pulled the panties down her stocking-clad legs. Tossing the panties aside, Robert dropped to his knees, slipped his hands under the back of Blake's thighs to her hips, and pulled her over the bedding until her buttocks were at the edge of the mattress. With his arms under her thighs and his hands moving to her waist, Robert moved his face closer to the teen's pussy. It was beautiful, so much more so because she had been wanting it to be so for a very special gentleman. Of course, Robert wasn't that man, but he didn't care.

Her curly muff had been both trimmed short and shaved about the edges, until there was just a perfect triangle of dark blonde north of her now open pussy and exposed clit. As for the latter, it was swollen large, as were her nipples. Her labia glistened with her wetness, the brown and pink folds announcing -- whether or not Blake wanted them to do so -- that her body was preparing for him.

"You have a perfect pussy, Blake, my god," he purred, leaning in to give her clit a soft lick, then a second one. "I feel so lucky." He took her clit into her lips, toying the tip of his tongue against it before whispering, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Robert went to work on the teen's pussy. He loved eating a woman out, taking his time to find precisely what made her go crazy. He looked and listened for her reactions to licking her clit up and down, left and right, hard and soft; to playing his finger tips upon her swollen lips, then gently inserting a single finger into her tight, wet hole, first one digit, then another, and finally all the way to the last knuckle. Her reaction was of obvious pleasure ... again, whether she wanted it or not.

But after more than ten minutes of watching the pleasure build and build and build yet not peak, Robert knew it was time to give up on Blake's pleasure -- and on his prideful desire to make her cum -- and get some of his own. He rose from his knees, moved her legs to put her farther up on the bed, then reached to his own underwear's waist band.

"I'm cut, Blake, so I can't get you pregnant," Robert said as he unleashed his monster cock. At 10 inches in length and just over 2 inches in girth at it thickest point, Robert's cock had garnered its share of compliments from lovers who had told him no other man had ever filled them like he did. Oh sure, he was far from the biggest cock in the city, but he was well enough above average -- and skilled with it, too -- to have women he'd fucked whisper to others with wide, hungry smiles when he entered the room. As he moved onto the bed toward her, he added, "And I'm clean, so ... I won't give you anything."

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake began breathing heavy as his lips began tracing the curve of her breasts, then between them, over her taut stomach, and just above the waistband of her panties. She shuddered a bit when she felt his fingers begin to tug at them along her hips and she knew there was no possible other response but to lift her hips only slightly, allowing him to slip them off without any issue. As he removed them, she lay beneath his gaze, that of a wild animal about to devour something it badly wanted to consume. She looked up at him, finding the entire process somewhere between clinically interesting and incredibly stimulating. She lifted her hands to run her palms over her nipples, as if the cool air was beading them into hard buds and not her own excitement. She gave a slow blink of her eyes, and watched him further for a split second before feeling herself rapidly drawn toward him, down toward the end of the bed, such that her ass sat at its very edge and her legs hung down, still wide, presenting herself to him in every way. She felt his forearms under her thighs and wondered if he liked what he saw and how she felt, her own vanity and desire to satisfy filling her and taking over for what was, until now, a pure sense of dread. She tilted her head back, feeling his breath along her pussy, cleanly trimmed and tailored for this night, regardless of who her suitor would be. She hoped he enjoyed it before pausing and forgetting that she had not wanted this to be with him. Her eyes closed again, allowing herself only to feel, fighting off the frustration of her dissonance between feeling aroused and repulsed at the same time. It could be seen in the furrow on her forehead, the frustration of not knowing just what to do in this moment....to fight or to be fucked.

"You have a perfect pussy, Blake, my god," his voice was low, causing her to slightly exhale as she even grinned a bit, pleased in his pleasure and less worried about her concern. She quaked when his tongue met her clit.

"Oh," she gasped low when he did it a second time. Soon he was tasting her, diving in between her thighs, promising he would make her feel good. Her boyfriend, his son, had never gone between her thighs, and she had little doubt his father would make good on his promise since it already was beginning to warm her to his endeavors and fill her center with the moisture it would no doubt appreciate once he took her as his own. She began to wriggle her hips to meet his lips, her firm tummy rising and falling rapidly with her breath and her own desire to feel the tingling sensation throughout her entire core as his tongue worked what she would later describe to her best friend as "magic." She groaned lightly, her hands lowering to run through his hair just behind each ear, caressing him in encouragement as she arched to suggest she wanted him to do more. She felt a rise in her stomach, deep, before it fell each time she remembered her surroundings. Several times she rode this wave but, as good as the man's ministrations were, she kept getting no closer than close, and eventually, her arch dropped her lower back down to the bed, and her breathing remained heavy, while she simply allowed him to continue in any way he liked. She ran her hand through her hair, frustrated that she was no longer feeling the rise in her core as she had only moments before. It was then that she started, jerking her head up to look at him as he burrowed a thick finger inside her for the first time. She felt full, but not dangerously so, and she was used to the feeling....her boyfriend had fingered her in remarkably the same way. She gripped his finger as best she could, then lay back, hoping to catch the wave again. Soon she felt a second finger, and her body released her essence once more, preparing her for him, just as Mr. Randal no doubt desired. His efforts went on and on and though she grinded upon his hand as his lips did their level best, she was not disappointed when he pulled away and out of her, even though she knew what was soon to happen.

Indeed, Mr. Randal stood and pushed her slightly back on the bed, making room no doubt for a man of his size to kneel between her thighs. She looked over her chest and down her tight stomach, watching him undress further from where he stood, only a couple of feet away.

"Condom?" She asked, assuming her request would be granted, for to do so was only polite. She had no doubt her boyfriend would have been so considerate, since protection had been discussed in their planning for the night's events.

"I'm cut, Blake," her boyfriend's dad said as he revealed a large cock that made her shiver and cringe quietly, thinking how much it might hurt. "So I can't get you pregnant," he concluded. Her eyes could not leave his cock. It seemed not only steel hard, but angry. And she felt something inside, some sick pride that she, laying naked before him, had made him so excited. "And I'm clean," he said, still reassuring her long forgotten concerns. "So ... I won't give you anything." She could only nod stupidly, mute at the assault that was about to come. She marveled at how comfortable Mr. Randal was. He was clearly experienced. She wondered if he had ever fucked a young girl like her before. She wondered if he had....who? Was it anyone she knew at school, even? Was it some other girlfriend of Robbie's before, which.....doing the math of her age and the age his other girlfriends might have been years before.....she shuddered to think Mr. Randal was a predator or criminal, and she pushed the thought out of her mind. In one last show of her willingness to completely succumb to this fate, she first slid off one lace legging, then the other, discarding them both, leaving nothing between her skin and his. It was time. She wondered what it would be like....would he be gentle? Would he simply take what he wanted? Would he perhaps even be cruel or violent? No thought turned her off and she didn't realize that one of her hands was now lightly caressing her lower stomach, just down into her tawny pubic hair on occasion, as her other rose high on the bed, while she watched him approach. She would be fully compliant in anything he wanted, and she gave a cute, though nervous grin to the man who was going to make her his own, ignoring her own scent filling the room. She was as ready as she was going to be.

 

[RobbieRand]

Robert was excited by Blake's responses to his pleasuring of her. He'd wondered whether she would just lay there like a cold fish or writhe and thrash at every stimulation. He was very satisfied to find her somewhere in the middle; and even more so when her own touch of him -- fingers through his hair, a bit of restraining his head to her crotch -- let Robert know she wanted him to continue his skilled work upon her pussy.

But she wasn't going to cum, so ... step two.

As he moved to between her opened thighs, Robert caught sight of Blake's own fingers gently playing at her trimmed bush as she stared up at him with what he took as hungry, eager eyes. She'd wanted an orgasm as badly as he'd hoped she'd have one. Robert moved over the teen's body, using the fronts of his thighs to lift her knees high and wide; and as he lay his hands, palm down, upon the mattress on either side of her heaving chest, he began playing his fully hardened cock against her amazingly wet labia. He stroked the lower length of himself up and down her slit and clit several times, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Do I make you feel good, Blake," he whispered. His tone was one part sincere hope, one part superior conquest. After she'd responded in her way, Robert rose until his haunches were resting upon his ankles, taking one of the teen's hands and pulling it down over her belly, over her trimmed muff, until the longest of fingers were resting over her own wetness. "I want you to cum before I enter you." He manipulated Blake's own fingers on her clit, telling her, "I know you touch yourself when you're alone. Do it for me."

Of course, Blake had no reason to do it for him. He'd extorted her into being here. She wasn't here because she wanted to be his lover or because she wanted pleasure from him. But, things had changed in the last ... what, fifteen, twenty, twenty five minutes of skilled oral service. Maybe ... maybe she would want more from Robert now...? Maybe she wouldn't feel so violated now...?

He was about to find out.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Blake tensed slightly as her knees were lifted and she opened up beneath Mr. Randal when he moved closer. Her eyes could not leave the sight of his raging cock and she only looked up to his face when she felt he was ready to take her. She observed him taking her in completely, as if the sight of her naked, firm, teen body alone could satiate all of his hungers. She was used to men leering at her....at the mall, at the park, at the gym. Never like this. Never like they were about to actually fulfill their own desire. A moment later, he was pressed against her, and she closed her eyes briefly, expecting to be pierced below, but surprised when the man merely took the opportunity to tease himself....to tease her...by slowly stroking himself, his full length up and down along her slit. She shivered beneath him, her body eager to feel filled, but nervous about what was to come.

"Do I make you feel good, Blake," he said, nearly a whisper. Her eyes narrowed a bit to wonder why he needed to quiz her, why he needed to make her comply more than she was. Why he needed to hear her very own truth which was that he indeed did. She momentarily ran her arms behind his neck, crossing them behind as she kissed his neck, little more than a chaste peck.

"Mmmhmm," she groaned in response, returning her hands to their prior position. The man grinned as he rose up, and she looked at him confused, wondering if he indeed wanted her at all, or if she had done something wrong. Her emotions and confusion made the entire circumstance so confounding, and she again felt goosebumps as the cold air took the place of where his body had just been pressed against hers. Robert took her hand and pulled it low, her palm easily resting on her taut, lower stomach, her fingers reaching low, and one sliding gently over her pussy.

"I want you to cum before I enter you," Robert said. She sighed and turned her eyes up and away from her. She didn't need the added pressure and she knew there was no way. "I know you touch yourself when you're alone. Do it for me," he continued to urge. She gave him a shy look, before turning her eyes down the length of her body, along her side and past her thigh still wrenched open by one of his own. She couldn't bear to look at him as she began sliding her finger, slowly in a circle over her clit, as she had done before when she was alone. She gave a pert, cupie smile as her big eyes disappeared beneath her long-lashed eyelids, and she imagined herself home, alone, in her room, the only place she had ever climaxed. In moments she felt herself growing wetter and wetter, the strong scent of sex filling the air, her tight stomach rising and falling above her wrist. The wave of pleasure rose and fell and rose and fell, but she eventually gave a heavy breath and opened her eyes, running her hand straight up her stomach and to her breast while the other hand joined it on the remaining breast. She felt her hard nipples and felt a chill over every inch of her skin from her neck to her knees, and when it was gone she looked at him, giving up. The anxiety of the moment would not let her finish.

"I can't," she said, blinking once, then twice, an apologetic, submissive little girl ready for something that would help her if only it didn't hurt her so much. She still felt bad about Robbie alone at the prom, but she was here with his father and despite her best efforts to both get away and indulge, neither had worked. "I'm ready," she said, giving in being the only thing left to do. When silence held a moment too long, she finished her sentence in a way that was never intended, but provided enough sound to make her comfortable and less insecure. "For anything." She immediately regretted saying it, wondering if she had given him too much with those two simple words. She tried to backtrack, but didn't sound convincing. "I'm....I'm ready."

 

[RobbieRand]

"I can't," Blake told Robert after halting her self pleasuring. Instead, she looked to him and said, "I'm ready ... For anything."

Just as quickly as Blake was regretting -- maybe fearing -- what she'd said, Robert was thinking, Oh, you may think you are.

She repeated, "I'm....I'm ready."

Robert wasn't going to get his pre-fuck explosion from the girl, so he moved on. Leaning forward to again press his palms to the mattress along side Blake's rib cage, Robert maneuvered his lower body to skillfully press the head of his cock at her now sopping wet hole. As he pressed forward, he smiled a bit, thinking about how he'd done this with a girl back when he was Blake's age and proclaimed, Look, ma, no hands! Didn't seem appropriate now, so much, considering his age and the non-consensual state of their relationship.

Blake was tight as could be, but Robert had prepared her well with generous oral and finger fucking. She was ready physically, though emotionally was another question. It only took a moment of increasing pressure for his dick head to penetrate her, causing Robert to release with a pleasured groan the deep breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. As her warm, wet muscles enveloped his cock's head, Robert murmured, "My god, girl ... my god..."

He tried to push further forward, but got no where. Ready, but then maybe not, he thought. Her tight tunnel just wasn't having that yet. It didn't help that he was bigger than most men she would ever have inside her in the future. Robert had had problems penetrating even older, experienced women. It was his girth, of course, not his length that was the initial problem with starting a fuck.

Robert pulled out a little bit, pressed forward again, then repeating, and repeating to wet his head well. He pressed harder, sinking another half inch or so deeper, then again, and again, and again. And with each thrust and withdrawal, he let out a slight moan. "My god, girl ... you're so fucking tight."

He'd closed his eyes some where along the line of this testing her muscles, but when one thrust allowed Robert to sink an additional two inches or so and Blake reacted more conspicuously, he opened his eyes to study her reactions. He hesitated a moment, then warned as if she didn't already know, "This is gonna hurt a bit."

He didn't say sorry, though as he proceeded he though he should have. Junior would have. But Senior knew that his son would have expressed his regret for Blake's pain simply because he feared she would never fuck him again. Robert didn't have that fear. She didn't know it yet, but Blake was going to give herself to him whenever Robert demanded.

Watching her intently now, he thrust a bit harder this time, pulling out only half as much before thrusting again. The pain -- or at least discomfort -- was evident in Blake's eyes, but Robert only continued. Little by little, her tight pussy swallowed his thick shaft ... deeper and deeper ... harder and harder ... until finally, with a deep grunt Robert's groin slammed into the teen's own. He was sunk entirely within the tight pussy grasp of his son's girlfriend, moaning in great appreciation, "Fuck, sweet thing ... I don't think I've ever felt a pussy so tight in my life."

He hesitated there, deep within Blake for a moment, simply enjoying the delight of her warmth and wetness. Then, pulling out a little more with each withdrawal and thrust, Robert began fucking the teen hard and fast until ... with a great, loud groan, he slammed his fullest into her hole and exploded. His head sagged, his eyes closed, and he simply reveled in the unimaginable pleasure of his cock leaping inside the teen, spilling forth his seed-lacking ejaculate.

Robert couldn't remember a fuck that had ever felt so good as this one with his son's girl. Her being a virgin had a lot to do with it, of course. But Robert had had his share of virgins, the most recent ones -- plural, as there had been three -- just a decade or so ago. Junior's nannies -- Chloe, Veronica, and Maria, in that order -- had been pure of body and soul when they began working for Senior, watching Junior and helping his wife about the house. Robert had deflowered each, trained them in the bedroom, given them a big chunk of hush money, and sent them on their way in time to find a successor.

Each had been a magical fuck. But none of them had been Junior's girl friend and future lover. Robert wondered if that wasn't as big a part of the euphoria he was feeling now as the fuck itself. After a long moment, Robert opened his eyes to look into Blake's face. He was breathing deeply -- not quite gasping but close -- as he leaned down to erotically kiss a still-hard nipple and whisper, "I enjoyed that."

He pulled his glistening cock slowly out of Blake's hole, careful not to hurt her as withdrawal from a tight pussy sometimes did. He rolled onto his back next to her, staring at the ceiling for a long moment, lost in the pounding of his heart and the continuing euphoria filling his every cell.

As incredible as it was, Robert wasn't done yet. He rolled a bit to his side, took hold of Blake's far arm, and urged her atop him as he said, "I want you on top. I want you to fuck me."