73: Coffee Date

We’d met for coffee at a mildly pretentious little coffee shop in the area. She was only eighteen. (I would later learn her birthday was only two weeks prior.) It had gone relatively well, but it was really cold out. So I offered her back to my place to continue chatting. (Believe it or not, I really just wanted to get out of the cold, no ulterior motive.)

On the way to my apartment, I hugged her and lifted her off the ground as I did so. She melted in my arms.

She kissed rather well as we made out on the couch. Her small frame against mine as I slid my tongue into her receptive mouth. It was getting pretty hot and heavy by now. But she was worried she might be starting her period.

An hour later I had lost the ability to care and growled, “Grab a towel.”

Pushing her down onto her tummy, I slid into her bare pussy from behind. Her skin was a beautiful light mocha color against my pale flesh, watching her pussy stretch around my cock, the contrast of color making it all the more erotic to watch myself slide into her unprotected sex.

She made beautiful noises as I took her, eventually crying out, “Breed me Daddy!” which was a surprise and pushed me over the edge. I exploded deep within her, clutching at her hips as I held her tightly on me to get every drop into her.

I’d fill her twice more that night before we finally passed out for the evening.