You know the fucking drill. Gabi has Dan wrapped around her little finger and our leading man is crumbling at the seams, even if he’s the last one to admit it. Readers of the last chapter overwhelmingly voted to see things get juuuuuuust a little more tender.
This week’s choose-your-own adventure options are more tangible – actual plot options can be found at the end of the story, so let me know where we’re taking these two lovebirds and I’ll do my best not to make everyone wait so long again. You know who you are, little impatient cuties.
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*******
I shouldn’t have fucked her.
I didn’t regret it, but I also shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t need to. I could have carried on my merry way, fucking her mouth and blasting cum down her throat without a care in the world but NOOOOOOOO.
I just couldn’t help myself.
And, of course, now she felt entitled to it.
“You gonna fuck me now?” she asked from the flat of her tummy on my bed, rubbing my slobbery cock slowly. The drool on her chin and those soft squishy pumps made the whole thing devilishly hard to say ‘no’ to.
“More,” I demanded.
“Oh come on, I’ve been sucking for like twenty minutes!”
“And you gagged on it twice already. You know how this works.”
She rolled her eyes and moaned an impatient “I knowwwwwww.”
Her lips slipped back onto me and I let my head fall back onto the pillow as a contented smile crept across my face. For all the anxiety that came along with using my neighbour’s daughter like a cum rag, moments like these made the whole thing worth it. Yes, I had long since acknowledged that the penny might drop at any moment, but my cock in Gabi’s mouth?
Divine.
“Do you like when I drool a bunch?”
I cracked one eye open and looked down at her.
“Like, do you like a lot of spit or does it gross you out?”
My cock and balls looked like a crime scene already, and her chin didn’t look much better.
“You have no idea how much I love it,” I replied.
“It feels good?”
“Mhm, so good.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
Bait. Everything was bait with Gabi. Every hanging thought, every little poke, every half-formed word. She obviously didn’t come with a user’s manual; I learned every lesson with her the hard way. For someone trying to get a little experience under her belt, she certainly had no problem running circles around me when she wanted to.
Still, what’s life without a little risk?
“Spit it out, Gabi.”
She did, literally – puckering her lips, she blasted the underside of my head with another messy wad. “It’s just…” she began, slurping me pensively while she thought. “Some guys don’t like it. They say…Mmm,” she gulped, “It’s disgusting.”
“They’re idiots,” I asserted.
“But like…Fuck, you’re so hard today,” she carried on. “Does it just feel better?”
“I think it’s sexy.”
“Yeah? What about it though?”
“I don’t know. I like the way it looks. All slippery and nasty.”
“I’m slippery and you don’t like me.”
“Gabs…”
“I’m serious. I can get you this messy with my pussy.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Sure it is. If you like seeing your cock all wet, let me ride it.”
“You haven’t earned it.”
She pouted. “Maybe YOU haven’t earned it. You ever consider that?”
“You’re the one who keeps coming over.”
“Fuck you!”
Brat.
“Don’t make me count to ten.”
Her eyes widened. She snapped to attention, mouth around my cock again.
“Better,” I said as she started to bob. “Don’t forget, you wanted this. You’re the one who asked for it.”
That was mostly my conscience trying to account for my sex drive. Still, it was all true.
“I know,” she panted.
“So you’re going to listen?”
“Mhm.”
“And be good?”
She grinned as best she could.
“Gabriella,” I warned.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purred. “I’ll be good.”
I hated ‘Daddy’. So weird. Of course, Gabi knew that, so I reckoned that she was prepared to pay the fine.
I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed. “One.”
Her eyes closed as her head sank, and I felt the snug grip of her throat wrap me up.
“Two.”
You know where this goes. Gabi did too, but it never seemed to stop her from running her mouth.
*******
Gabi’s dad flagged me down as I pulled in from work the next day.
“Luis,” I said as I climbed out of my truck. The look on his face tripped a few alarm bells, but I was confident that Gabi and I were being careful enough not to rouse suspicion. “How’re you?”
“Ah,” he sighed, leaning on his rake handle. “I’m alright. Hey listen, I wanted to ask you for a favour.”
“Anything,” I replied. “What’s up?”
“Maria and I, we need to go back home for a week or two. Her old abuela, she’s sick, you see?”
“Ah, Lou, I’m sorry to hear it man.”
“Thank you, thank you. Listen though, I have some guys coming to do some work on the house. Gabi’s staying here, but do you mind keeping an eye on things? I’ll leave your number with her in case she needs anything. You know, just kinda make sure she doesn’t burn the place down?”
I agreed without a second thought.
“Ah, you’re a good man,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. “I knew I could count on you. I’ll rest easy knowing I’ve got the right man on the job.”
“Sure thing,” I said. “You can count on me!”
Of course I meant it, even if it did mean, well…
“Fuck me,” Gabi moaned, bent over her own bed two days later. Her tight little ass cracked with loud slaps as I balled her hair up in my fist and slammed myself home into her. The reins helped when she started to buck. “Jesus…Fuuuuuucking Christ, yes!”
“So…wet…for me,” I grated. My hand on her hip looked comically out of place, rough and veiny against her soft, moisturized skin. I knew she wouldn’t break, but it still felt disrespectful just to touch her.
“I – shit! I love your cock so much,” she panted. “You fuck me so…Ah! So good!”
“C’mere,” I grunted, pulling out and flipping her over like a ragdoll. I mostly did it for her amusement – she liked being tossed around, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love seeing her face when she came.
With her legs up on my shoulders, I rutted her out good and hard. Her gasping cries and soft squeals were delicious, and she had spoken true when she promised to get my cock wet. She rubbed her stubbled crown as I rode her and came so well for me that I very nearly said something foolish.
Which, obviously, I couldn’t do.
“Cum in me,” she panted. “Cum in me, now, please. I need it. Give me.”
“Open your mouth,” I demanded. The brakes were already off and I was in no shape to negotiate.
“In!”
“Open, Gabi!”
Her legs scrambled around my waist as she hooked her ankles together.
“Please in?”
The path to hell really is paved with good intentions. I did ask for the mouth. Give me a few points for trying.
“Shit, oh my god! YES! Oh, fuck, yes! Thank you! Yes, yes, yes!” she cooed as I flooded her. “Gimme!”
“Ugh,” I grunted, flexing the tail end of a thunderous cum into her. “God…God damn. Holy shit.”
I flopped over onto the bed and a raggedy stuffed bunny stared back at me. A prized relic nobody had ever thrown away, I imagined. Gabi stared at the ceiling and gently prodded her messy slit.
“You and Mister Whiskers having a nice chat there?” she asked. Her voice was syrupy with that just-fucked haze.
“I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.”
“Be nice to him,” she said. “He’s as old as I am.” Her hand fell over and ruffled his ears.
“I’ve got my own Mister Whiskers somewhere too. My mom kept him when I moved out.”
“Where is he now? I wanna see him.”
“In a box or something I’m sure.”
She rolled onto her elbow and looked at me with those big disarming hazel eyes. “You keep a lot of old stuff in boxes,” she ventured.
It was hard not to bristle, even while I was still dripping out of her. Still, I was learning to let some things slide with her.
“I guess I do.”
“Am I gonna end up in one some day? One of the boxes in your garage?”
I was again astounded at her capacity to just blurt any old thing out. Are girls just like that now?
“No,” I said as I sat up to pull for my clothes. “Because you’re not allowed in my garage.”
“Ha ha,” she mocked. “Very funny. So serious all the time.”
I shrugged it off.
“Are you leaving?” she asked.
“Just for a bit. I need to grab some groceries and do a little running around.”
“Can I come?”
No. No was the default answer. No kept things tidy. No kept Gabi just far enough away and made sure things didn’t get too cozy. She was easy to get lost in, if you let her, but No prevented a lot of bullshit.
But honestly? No was getting old.
“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
You’d think I had bought her a puppy. Her screech nearly blew my eardrums, but the kisses were too fucking cute to resist.
*******
As it turns out, Yes also had its merits.
“Can I come over?” her text read. I was taking meetings from home that day, and had just wrapped my last call.
“Yeah,” I shot back.
“Will you be naked?”
“I can be. Will you?”
Just a heart emoji back.
The shower water ran hot over our skin as Gabi gave herself up to my wandering hands. We’d gotten cleaned up together before, but this was the first time we’d climbed in already clean together.
“Have a good day?” she asked as she ground her wet ass against me. Her pert little tits were half a handful each and her nipples stiffened at my calloused touch.
“No complaints,” I said between kisses along her neck. “Yours?”
“Boring,” she sighed. Her hand fumbled behind her to grasp at my rousing prick. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Shame.”
“It is a shame,” she gasped as I nibbled her earlobe. “I had to keep myself entertained all day.”
“How’d you manage that?”
“Well,” she sighed. “I touched myself. A lot.”
“You don’t say.” My hands slipped down her torso.
“So much.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It wasn’t.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s your job,” she said as I brushed over her pussy.
“It is, isn’t it?”
She bit her lip at those first tender rubs. “Uh huh. And you weren’t there. So…I had to do it all by myself.”
“How dreadful.”
I pulled her around for a deep kiss, hunched over her like a hulking shadow as I palmed her ass roughly. The water made her lips feel so perfect.
“Jump,” I ordered simply.
“What do you…AH!”
Even soaking wet, which she definitely was, I don’t think she could have been much more than a hundred pounds; it was nothing at all to hoist her up into my arms, and her body pressed so close to mine was just too intoxicating to ignore.
“Fuck, I…”
Clutching her tight with one arm around her waist, I reached under her bum to get myself aimed.
“Ready?” I asked her.
She only nodded, staring right into my face from inches away as I eased her down.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “You’re…that’s…Oh my god.”
It was less of a fuck than a makeout, but having my hot little protégé bundled up in my arms and seated on my aching cock, hot water coursing over our bodies while we tongued each other lazily, really cemented a couple of things I’d only just let myself admit in private.
I was so fucking into this girl.
“You’re so deep,” she whined.
“Want down?”
She screwed her eyes shut tight and shook her head as she wiggled her hips as much as she could. “Uh uh. Never.”
“Never ever?”
“No. Even if you cum. I want to stay up here.”
“And what if you cum?”
“I already did,” she groaned. “You didn’t see?”
“I must have missed it,” I said regretfully.
“Well let me just,” she wiggled, “do it again then. Make sure you’re watching this time, ‘kay?”
“I’m watching,” I promised.
“Good. Lower me down a bit. Give me…OH! More! Yes!”
“Better?”
She nodded emphatically and pressed her forehead to me. “Much better. You watching?”
“I’m watching.”
I watched. I watched again. We watched each other. She refused to get down. When my arms started to tire, I kicked the tap off and carried her to bed.
She rode me again and milked me dry. I ordered us dinner.
She fell asleep in my lap while we watched a movie.
I brought her up to bed.
Woke up next to her.
‘Yes’ was really working out for me.
*******
A little smutty, a little feelsy, plenty of nasty. I liked this one. It felt cozy to write. If you’ve ever needed a reason start lifting, take a page out of Dan’s playbook.
How’d you find this chapter? More importantly, where are we going next?
- Bottle episode – the plot can wait, just let ’em fuck for a chapter.
- Duty calls and Dan gets called out for a work trip. Surely nobody would try her hardest to talk him into taking her? Would she? That would be crazy!
- Remember that girl from the last chapter? The one who gave him her number? Bring her back in. Let’s get complicated.
- A little male attention gets Gabi’s brattier nature going. Let’s find out what a jealous Dan looks like.
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