Jonathan Long nearly blasted past the speed limit as he pulled into the busy main street. His heart swelled with excitement as he finally got to see the sight for sore eyes that's been coming to his house every day for the past couple of weeks to babysit Haley since the rest of his family left. So he bought Chinese Takeout for some late night dinner while they watched a movie on one of the many DVDs he had at home.
His loins buzzed beneath his slacks as he pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car, grabbed the large paper bag, and made his way to the door, almost skipping up the steps. The severe shakiness of his hand nearly dropped his keys when he tried to open the door, but thankfully he managed it just fine.
Jonathan let out this sigh of relief the second he walked through the door and hung his hat and his suit jacket. It was like he engaged in the beginning stages of a physical and spiritual renewal, advancing as he had himself some dinner, a bath, then got ready for bed.
But not tonight. Tonight he had a hot date with a little lady named Rose.
He saw her as soon as he stepped into the living room, resting her squished cheek upon her palm as she held a bored, blank expression towards the television. As soon as she noticed him walk in, she instantly perked up.
"Hey, Mr. Long!"
Rose greeted with a smile in a half-faux perkiness of your average teenage girl, an act she had to maintain since she started school. With Mr. Long, she noticed how receptive he was to it and how it made him more inclined to do small favors like letting her snoop around the house or getting her what she wanted from the Chinese takeout restaurant when he called in earlier to let her know he was there ordering food.
"Evenin' Rose." Jonathan greeted back with matching joy.
He placed the bag on the living room table before taking out two small white boxes and two sets of spoons and chopsticks.
"Hope Haley wasn't too much trouble." He said as he always did every night.
"Nah, none whatsoever. Good kid as always." Rose responded out of the same obligation.
"Gotcha what you wanted, by the way. Egg Fried Rice for you. Some Sweet and Sour Chicken for me and a couple bottles of cola and a set of Egg Rolls for us both."
"Whoa, thanks Mr. Long, you're the best!" Said Rose with a half-genuine smile.
Jonathan chuckled, pride and joy swelling up within him from the compliment. "I try. I'm gonna go freshen up in the bathroom and change out of these clothes and I'll be right back down here with you."
"Alright, Mr. Long. Don't be loooong." She sing-songed seductively as she fluttered her eyelashes.
Jonathan grit his teeth at the sight before walking down the hallway and up the stairs to his and his wife's room. He was beside himself with disbelief at how lucky he was to have a girl as attractive as Rose to suddenly pop up when he needed someone like her most. It was brief, occasional moments like the look she gave him earlier that gave him the impression that there was something there. A desire she was too shy to express fully and often so she only showcased brief glimpses like that over the past couple weeks, as her only means to communicate said desires without coming across as disruptive or overbearing.
But to Rose, that was all part of the strategy. She wasn't stupid, she knew how lonely and vulnerable to temptation men could get, especially married adult men whose wives had left them alone for a while, unable to fulfill the desires of the flesh that made man so human yet so beastly at the same time. She got those same kinds of looks at school from male students and teachers alike so she figured Mr. Long would be no different. Especially after the first time she laid a friendly yet purposeful hand on him as well as made sure he got a good look at her cleavage peeking from her solid white top.
Yet despite all her efforts, Rose was nowhere near finding those dragons she came here to search. Not while on the roof surveying the area nor after weeks of pressing Haley or Mr. Long for info. But something in her gut told her he was closer to the dragons than he was letting on and he was either the best at hiding it or just plain stupid to see they were right under his nose.
Rose didn't want to risk losing out on the possibility of the former being true, so she put out all the stops tonight to finally resort to the last… resort. She had prepared a surprise for him waiting under her clothes as well as opted to take certain "precautions" to make sure things tonight were "risk free".
"Sorry if I made you wait too long," Jonathan apologized as he walked into the living room.
"Oh, that's not a problem, Mis… terrr… Long?"
Rose went slack jawed the moment she saw the man walk in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of long pajama bottoms while his tank top was in his hands, thus leaving him shirtless and showing off muscles she never once imagined he'd have. He was nowhere near as huge as a bodybuilder by any means, but he brazenly flaunted a sturdy six pack, a profound set of pecs, and muscular arms that were badges of honor he earned after his time at the gym.
"Rose? Are you okay?" It was hard to play dumb and hide his smile at once, though she seemed too distracted to notice anyways.
Rose's blue eyes shot wide as she snapped out of her stupor. "Huh? Uh, yeah! I-I'm good. Just uh… gettin hungry is all."
You sure are, Jonathan thought.
"Well, you could've already started eating by now."
Rose calmed herself before putting on a sweet voice. "Yeah, but it wouldn't be right eating without you, Mr. Long. You bought me the food in the first place."
Jonathan smiled. "Aww, well I really appreciate it, hon."
Why did being called "hon" by Mr. Long make her heart skip a beat? Why did her face feel hot all of a sudden? Why did she feel fuzzy all over?
Calm down girl, calm down. Remember why you're here. Stay focused. Teenage hormones are just another obstacle to overcome, she internally chastised herself.
"You into Kung Fu movies? Maybe a little Ip Man?" Jonathan asked as he pulled up a drawer below the TV filled with DVD boxes.
Rose's eyes immediately lit up as she leaned forward in excitement. "Oh my gosh, yeeesss! I've only seen the first two though. Never seen 3 and 4. I know 3 has Tyson in it."
"Well, you're in luck, little lady. I have all 4 movies."
"Awesome. Put it in, put it in!" Rose urged.
Jonathan slyly chuckled. "Oh I will, hon. I will."
As soon as he started the movie he went to sit down on the couch but kept an arm's length from Rose. He didn't want to come across as too eager by sitting so close to her. He grabbed his box of food and opened it, putting his chopsticks to the rice and sweet and sour chicken while Rose scooped up a spoonful of fried rice from hers.
Before they knew it, the movie was over and both Jonathan and Rose, who respectively leaned against and laid down on their side, had emptied their boxes, leaving nothing but tiny crumbs and grains of rice as well as their drink cups which had nothing but half melted ice and a few stray drops of cola. That just left them with fortune cookies.
The resounding crack of splitting said cookies echoed in the room right before Jonathan and Rose read their fortunes on the tiny strip of paper
"A new love will blossom tonight'? Weird." Rose remarked with a smile.
"A little on the nose isn't it?" Jonathan muttered beneath his breath.
"What was that?" Rose asked.
"Nothing. My fortune says 'when taking a leap of faith, mind the gap'. Heh, vague malarkey as always with these things."
Rose agreed with a laugh. "Yeah. Not like any of them has ever come true."
They both shared a small laugh before things went silent between them. Jonathan, somewhat high off how relaxed he was, had the urge to say something while spirits remained high.
"Y'know, Rose…" He started, immediately grabbing her attention.
"Hmm?"
"It's uhh. It's been a while since I've… done something like this. With someone."
Rose raised an eyebrow at him. "Even with your wife?"
Jonathan shook his head, Speaking sullenly as he continued. "Not since Jake and Haley came into the picture. We both had to pour all our focus on the kids, supporting them, caring for them, etc. Never really had time for each other at all."
Rose genuinely felt bad. "Oh. I'm really sorry that's the case."
Jonathan held up a dismissive hand. "Don't be. It's just what happens in a marriage sometimes."
Rose snorted. "I'll probably never know what that's like."
Jonathan was taken aback by such a presumptuous comment. He felt as though it derived from a place of self-deprecation and his fatherly/manly instincts to prop a young, pretty girl up took hold of him.
"Sweetie, whatever could you mean by that? You're drop dead gorgeous, of course you'll find someone to do that with. Why, I bet plenty of guys would kill to put a ring on your finger."
"O-oh my…"
Rose's once fair face became awash in a deep red upon being complimented. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before from guys at school or on the streets, but for some reason, it hit differently when Mr. Long said it.
Rose cleared her throat. "Uh well, where it stands now, I kinda don't see that happening."
"Awfully young to be so certain of your future, isn't it?"
Rose realized the slip she just made and internally panicked to find a way out of it. Thankfully she had enough experience in hiding her background to come up with a solution on the fly.
"Uhh, well it's 'cause… y'know my par-my Dad, he's been kinda… railroading me into one career path to take for the rest of my life. I had to spend a lot of my time after school working on it, so I never really had the time to think about stuff like relationships."
Jonathan solemnly nodded. "Oh I understand. Gets a bit lonely doesn't it?"
"Y-Yeah. Sometimes." Rose answered dismally as she looked away and rubbed her arm.
"May I ask what kinda career?"
"D-Draaa-J-J-Journalism! Yeah, that's it!" Rose snapped.
Jonathan's eyes went wide. "Ohh I see. Yeah I can see why that could take a lot of your time. It's a cutthroat industry, too."
Rose nodded. "Yup. A lot of traveling to places, some far, some dangerous, some both. A lot of working and planning to get that kill-lll-ller story. And uh, a lot of 'Chasing Dragons' as my Dad always put it, heheh. Can get a little too much, y'know?"
Rose laughed nervously, hoping desperately that Mr. Long bought the story she just weaved as shoddy and as poorly presented as it was.
But like she expected, the man fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
"Yeah I see what you mean. Have you ever thought about a career change?"
Rose fervently shook her head. "No, never. I was pretty much born into it. And I can't tell Dad that I want out. I wouldn't wanna… disappoint him."
Jonathan nodded. "I see. Well, if my kids weren't happy about something in their lives, especially if I'm responsible for it, I'd want them to tell me right away."
Rose averted her gaze again. "Well, Dad's… different. He's not an easy guy to convince."
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, that's unfortunate."
Rose shrugged. "Them's the breaks, I guess."
Jonathan could see it. The suppressed sadness in her eyes. The lonely vibe she was giving off as she held her arms. Everything about her cried out in desperation for a friend. For comfort. And he was more than willing to offer. This was his chance.
"Is there anything I can… do for you?" Jonathan asked tentatively.
Rose had to look away so Jonathan wouldn't see her smile. He walked right under that box being propped up by a stick, so all she had to do was pull the string. Admittedly, everything she expressed so far was how she truly felt, which helped sell the half-act to get him right where she wanted him.
Rose spoke, her voice soft and carrying a "come hither" flavor to it. "All that Journalism stuff gets me stressed out y'know? If you got a way to 'ease that', I'd totally… appreciate it."
Jonathan's mouth went dry and his hands shook, prompting him to lick his lips and clench his fists. His breathing and heartbeat picked up as the opportunity and possibilities overwhelmed him beyond measure. He had to breathe in a lot of air and breathe out hard. Rose struggled to stifle a giggle with how much she affected him.
Jonathan's voice went husky. "Uhh. Well, whenever my wife gets stressed out from work, I always give her massages. Does the trick every time."
Rose turned and flirtatiously fluttered her eyes at him. "Would you? If it's okay with you of course. I could use a strong pair of hands to… help me forget about it all for a bit."
The man nearly shouted. "Yes! Er, I mean, yes of course, if you think it would help. I'll just-"
Jonathan shifted within half an arm's length while she still kept her back to him. With both hands, he reached out to her shoulders, giving them a moderately firm squeeze.
"Wow, you're pretty toned, dear. Do you work out?" Jonathan asked as her body had an unexpected hardness to it.
"Uh, yeah pretty much. Comes with… the jo- Ooh, right there, Mr. Long…"
The way his seasoned fingers manipulated her smooth, yet sturdy flesh beneath her shirt drew a moan out of her without her intending to. Her eyes went from nearly closed to bugging out instantly upon realizing this.
Jonathan chuckled. "Oh, I see I really do have the magic touch. And here I was thinking it only worked on my wife."
"Y-Yeah. You're really good, M-Mr. Long..." Rose spoke as she tried to hold back a whimper at the way his fingers dug into the knots on her body.
He smiled. "Thank you. I try."
This was bad. Really bad. The man was actually affecting her, dragging her away from the mission. Truth be told, she had never been touched or treated so tenderly before, which threw her off significantly. She had to shift her focus back to her true purpose.
"So uhh, M-Mr. Long, have y-you ever seen a-a-anything strange around here?" Rose's voice wavered as she asked.
"Hmm? Like what?"
"Uhh, like… I dunno. Anything you've never seen before or… never would've thought ex…existed?"
"Hmm. Not sure if I've seen anything like that."
Rose felt herself slipping but held on tight. "W-Well I've h-heard talk that… there's been sightings of stuff like ah! Dr-dragons…"
Jonathan was skeptical. "Dragons huh? I dunno. It could be just some kids starting rumors or junkies hallucinating after shooting up or swallowing whatever they could get their hands on. Y'know we've got a drug and homeless problem here right? Maybe you could report on that."
Oh he's good, she thought. And not just because of his massages but at evading the question entirely. It only bolstered Rose's suspicions of him even more. Which means she had to take it up a notch.
"Ohh…" Rose moaned as she purposely fell into Jonathan's arms with her back flush against his chest.
"Whoa there. You alright there, Rose?" Jonathan asked with worry.
She fake-panted as she spoke. "Hah. Yeah. sorry, you're just- I really needed that."
"You sure looked like it, Hon."
There was that word again. That word which left her quaking in her skin and her heart swelling with emotions she never thought she'd be capable of feeling. Emotions the Huntsclan should have trained out of her years ago. Yet here she was, in Mr. Long's strong arms, her mesmerized blue eyes held hostage by the man's determined black eyes.
The mission hadn't yet left her mind and she needed to capitalize on this moment of weakness pronto. She sat up, propping herself atop Jonathan's lap. With her cheek just barely touching his, she curled an arm upwards to daintily run her fingers across his other cheek. At the same time, she ground her hips atop his crotch, causing passions within him to stir.
"Rather forward aren't you? I like that." Jonathan glared at her with lewd intent. The hands that were once propped at her sides crept towards her stomach.
"I can't help it, Mr. Long. I just… really need you." Rose sighed huskily.
"You know I'm a married man. My wife would kill me if she found out." The man said with a smile, his dick throbbing harder at the thought.
Jonathan lifted Rose's shirt up slightly, the nerves on his hands buzzed to life as his skin brushed hers. He eased into it, administering light touches to her smooth, strangely toned stomach. He gently traced the budding abs with his finger before traveling lower to the top of her pink pants. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their faces so close together, they inhaled each other's breaths and their noses were just a nudge away from touching tips.
"You know I'm young enough to be your daughter… and my Dad would also kill you if he found out." Rose spoke between soft, exhilarated breaths.
Jonathan breathed hotly. "In that case… you better start calling me 'Daddy'."
Their close proximity made it hard to tell who initiated the kiss first. Regardless, it was soft, tentative and painfully brief but it injected each party with an adrenaline-filled high that they immediately wanted another hit of. So they mashed lips again and again. They teased each other with playful pecks before their lips stuck long enough for passions to mount and tongues to join the fray. Rose barely put up a fight against Jonathan,who had enough know-how to teach the young, lusty blonde a thing or two. He grabbed and pulled a handful of her flowing golden locks, drawing a wince and keeping her in place while his experienced mouth dominated her.
They both parted with resounding sighs and labored breaths. Jonathan's chest grew heavy as Rose kept her ass sliding on his crotch. He expressed his ardent need to feel her by thrusting his own hips against her while lamenting the pesky layers of cloth that stood in his way.
"You sure you wanna do this?" Jonathan asked, the desire to push this even further beyond burning deep within.
"We just made out and you're now asking me if I still want this?" Rose almost laughed.
"Yes. Just so I can let you know, I like to be very… thorough. I don't do 'gentle' regardless of your experience."
"Maybe I know more than you think I do." Rose bit back in a challenging tone.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Rather than respond with words, Rose thrust her lips into Mr. Long's, bringing them together in another deep, hunger-filled kiss which the older man reciprocated just as intensely.
"Mmmph!"
Jonathan cried out in pain as the teen temptress bit down hard on his lower lip and pulled before letting it go. Then she tightly clenched her fists on the top of his tank top and ripped it wide open, revealing his hardy chest. They locked eyes, with Rose's being determined and challenging while Jonathan's was widened and amused.
"Hohohooo! Hold her tighter, she's a fighter!" Jonathan quoted with glee. The smile on his face was the widest and most lecherous it had been the entire night.
"That answer your question?" Rose asked.
The man shook his head. "Not really. If anything it tells me that you're a hell of a good actress."
"Oh yeah? How so?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Because you jump from one persona to the next on a dime. You could be acting right now for all I know. Did you make that whole journalism thing up just for the 'sad and lonely girl' bit? Which one's the real you exactly?"
Rose giggled at the question, knowing full well there exists more layers to its answers than Mr. Long could ever imagine. So she responded appropriately.
"Why don't you mess around and find out?" Rose goaded.
That merely garnered hearty, amused laughter out of Jonathan Long. When he stopped, he removed his glasses then put them on the table before wiping the tears off his eyes. Rose could only look at him confused and bemused.
The laughter finally faded before Jonathan spoke.
"Heheh. My dear girl, I don't 'mess around'."
Rose yelped when her hair bunched up and got itself trapped in Jonathan's fist again before being pulled roughly towards him. He forced her to peer deep into his eyes and she swore that, for a split second, she caught a glimpse of the predatory glare of a wolf.
"I fuck."
Rose shuddered at the way his voice and demeanor just burst with the kind of authority and feral hunger that turned her legs into jelly. She never knew such a nerdy, mild-mannered man had such a side to him. And frankly, she wanted to see more. Despite the myriad of facades, Jonathan's actions reminded Rose of the one thing about her she couldn't truly hide. A hormonal teenage girl with as many physical needs as the next one. And she was going to fulfill them tonight one way or another.
"But," Jonathan added, his voice calmer than it was seconds prior.
"That doesn't mean I can't play with my food for a bit before chowing down. Why don't you be a good little girl and strip for Daddy?"
"Anything you say, Daddy…" Rose said in an erotically childish tone.
Rose stood on her feet, facing Jonathan, who had shed his ripped tank top and lounged with his arms spread out atop the couch. Rose felt slightly burned by his lustful gaze, which instilled in her a desire to please him. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, she slowly pulled up her shirt, gradually unveiling her smooth, fair skin until she pulled it over her chest and revealed a red lacy bra. Elation swelled within her when she noticed the subtle upward curve of his lips, the slight raise of his brow, and his eyes laser focused on her chest. She knew she wasn't as big as other girls, but at least she could tell Mr. Long remained enthralled all the same.
After tossing away her shirt, she reached for her pants when Mr. Long immediately stopped her.
"Ah-Ah-Ah." The man raised a palm to stop her.
"Turn around and take em off. Slowly."
"Alright."
She did as asked without question and spun around, showing her now semi-naked back to her only audience member. She snapped open the button on her pink bell-bottom jeans then pushed down at a tantalizing pace. The second he saw the barest hint of her panties, Jonathan sat straight and leaned forward, his eyes adhering to her gradually unveiling rear.
"Mmm."
Jonathan licked his lips at the sight of Rose revealing her pale round cheeks. Though she slightly lacked in the chest department, she surprised and aroused the older man by how well endowed in the derriere she turned out to be. If that wasn't enough, she wore a thin thong that lost itself between her plump, pillowy mounds. Thrilled at how Jonathan became so enchanted by her, she bent forward as she pulled her pants off the rest of the way, accentuating her ass even more.
Jonathan smiled. "My, oh my, dear Rose. Should a girl your age be wearing that kinda thing?"
Rose rebutted. "Plenty of girls in my school do. They do it to tease hot older guys like you."
"Geez. Where were you girls when I was in school?"
Rose shrugged. "Getting ignored by you, it seems."
"Touché."
Jonathan pointed to the couch cushion next to him. "Why dontcha c'mere and get on your hands and knees? I'd like to put that smart mouth to good use."
"Oh? And how are you gonna do that?" Rose asked, playing dumb.
"I'll show you once you get your fine tush in gear."
Rose didn't spare a second before sashaying her way to Jonathan, swaying her hips in a way that was meant to draw lustful gazes to follow their every movement.
Rose got into the position Jonathan wanted her to. He tangled his curled fingers into her golden locks, giving the back of her head a slight nudge towards his crotch. The young girl's arms as well as the rest of her body quivered with anticipation as she reached out to his pants.
"Nervous? I can feel you shaking" Jonathan asked with an amused smile.
"N-Not at all." Rose said despite her wavering voice.
Jonathan hum-laughed in disbelief, but opted not to dwell on it. "Take your time hon, we've got all night. But don't be too long. The longer we wait, the harder it'll be to hold myself back."
"Oh really? What if I do this?"
Rose lunged her hand into Jonathan's crotch, clenching her fist hard around the bulge beneath his shorts, drawing a wince from him as her grip tightened over time.
"Ooh, that's a dangerous game you're playing Missy." Jonathan hissed.
"Dangerous is what I do… Daddy." Rose summoned a velvety smooth voice, bringing a shiver down the older man's spine.
"Keep that up and I'll make sure you'll need to be wheeled back home after this." There was a monstrous glint in his eyes as he spoke.
Rose giggled. "Is that a threat?"
Rather than dignify her with a response, he took one hand, and pulled the string that kept his pants fastened around his waist before he pushed his pants down his legs and liberated the heavy mass of man meat that nearly struck Rose's face.
"It's a promise." Jonathan answered as he looked at the teen girl with a lustful shimmer in his eyes.
Rose's pupils turned to pixels as she peered at the furiously hard cock standing tall. It cast a wide shadow on her anxious expression. It emanated a dense, manly musk that forced itself into her nostrils, driving her dizzy as it persisted.
"My gosh…" Rose muttered under her breath as she continued staring slack jawed.
"Like whatcha see?" Jonathan asked with a chuckle.
Rose nodded. "Uh. It's… like. Wow that's big."
"I'm sure you'll love what you taste, too."
"Huh?"
Rose barely registered Jonathan grabbing her by her hair and pulling her to his hard on. The pinkish, mushroom-esque head of his dick thrusted into his lips, but she instinctively shut her lips tight to keep it out of her mouth.
Jonathan sighed as annoyance colored his visage. "Now now, my dear Rose. When a man offers his cock, the most polite thing you should do is open wide and show your appreciation."
"I'm sorry, it was so sudden. I wasn't ready for it." Rose said.
Jonathan's expression softened. "Well, in that case, you're forgiven. Maybe I got a little carried away. Here, let's ease into it for now, okay?"
Rose nodded. "Okay."
Rather than the quick jerk Jonathan did earlier, he loosened his grip on Rose's golden locks while he gently lowered his face onto his cock. She started by puckering her lips on the tip, before pulling back and applying feathery kisses all over his head. It wasn't long before she advanced, her pecking traveling lower down his shaft, her lips going over every ridge and vein. When her lips touched the base of his member, she stuck her tongue out and pushed it onto the corner of flesh where his dick and balls connected before ever so slowly climbing back up, leaving behind a layer of saliva that trailed up to the tip before Rose's tongue slid right off of it.
"Wow. I don't remember the last time I got this kind of treatment." The man said as he shivered at the tiny flares of heat rising from his throbbing flesh.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting started…" Rose spoke as she half shut her eyes and brought her face closer.
"Well then, don't hesitate to show me what else you can do, Hon."
Feeling emboldened, Rose threw her head down on her partner's prick and engulfed the head in the slick heat of her mouth. Keeping her lips tightly puckered and her cheeks hollowed, she climbed down Jonathan's shaft once more, this time much quicker. She struggled and gagged a few times but her lips managed to tap the base of his penis while his head poked the back of her throat, leaving Jonathan beside himself in awe and ecstasy.
"Holy cow, not even Susan could pull that off…" Jonathan whispered in amazement.
Rose raised her head back up to the head, then dropped it back down, repeating at a gradually quickening pace, eventually making loud slurping sounds when her nimble tongue came into play, spiraling up and down the elder Long's entire length and coating it in a deeper layer of spit and pleasure. She soon turned it up a notch by keeping her sucking range on the top half of Jonathan's member while the bottom half was occupied by her stroking hand, her movements made smoother and faster due to all the saliva that coated the man's length.
"My Lord, you are amazing at this…"
Jonathan groaned, holding her head and hanging his own back as he let the sexual high carry him away. His toes curled and he felt sharp, nibbling prickles all over his loins, heralding the quickly closing distance between him and the end.
Jonathan started letting out rapid, breathy gasps. "Rose, baby… I think I might-"
"Dad? Is that you down there?" Called out Haley from the top of the stairs behind him.
"Oh crap, Haley!" Jonathan jumped into a straight sitting position.
In his panic he shoved Rose's face down onto his crotch, burying his massive length to the balls down her gullet, leaving her no choice but to breathe through her nose.
"Uhh, hey there, sweetie! Wha-what're ya doing up so late?"
Jonathan greeted and laughed nervously as she came into view. Thankfully she stood where she could only see her father from the shoulder blades up.
"Couldn't sleep. I thought I heard a lotta noise downstairs." She said hoarsely as she rubbed her eyes.
"Sorry pumpkin, I was just uhh, watching a movie!"
"But the TV's off." Haley pointed out.
"Yeaaahhh, but I just… turned it off." Jonathan smiled through clenched, grinding teeth
He audibly sweated as he looked down at Rose. She struggled not to make a single gagging noise, fighting to endure the solid girth lodged in her throat. As much as it would kill her for Haley to see her in such a compromising position, her pussy twitched and salivated at the thrill of the idea of someone, anyone to catch her like this made her rub her thighs together in arousal.
"Hey, is that Chinese? And you didn't get me any?" Haley asked with slight hurt in her tone.
"S-Sorry, I thought you'd be asleep all night."
"Aww. Next time you should wake me up when you get some, Daaaad!" Haley whined.
Rose's throat tightened around his dick, sending shocks surging throughout his nerves and scrambling his focus. His senses became fuzzy, his thoughts clouded by the titillating sensations of his partner's engulfing gullet.
"Argh… ye-yes, Honey, I'll get you some next time. Don-Dooon't worryyy…"
"You bought two boxes?" Haley asked, puzzled.
Jonathan gulped and wiped his face. "Uhhh. I was… really, really hungry."
Haley sighed. "Dad, c'mon. I know you got the other one for Rose. There's even two sodas there."
Jonathan winced at his slip-up and the feeling of Rose gurgling on his dick. "Oh geez you're right, honey. My bad. I'm a bit groggy at the moment, I just woke up."
"Right. She already went home, right?"
"O-Of course she did, honey." Jonathan's eyes flitted downwards for a second, at the bundle of blonde hair being gripped in his fist.
"Oh okay. Dad, can she still stay after Mom, Jake, and Grandpa come back from Florida? I really like her." Haley said with a smile.
Jonathan forced a smile."Same here, honey. I dunno about her staying longer though. Might hafta ask your mom first."
"Okay! Hey Dad, today Rose helped me make this cool dragon drawing with some glue and glitter. Wanna see?"
That made something in Rose's heart go into freefall. For some reason her getting closer and closer to being seen felt like a tap to her clit and she let out a muffled moan.
Jonathan's heart leapt in panic. "Ahhh, maybe you can show me tomorrow. It's really late, you should be in bed right now."
Haley rolled her eyes as she sighed in disappointment. "Fiiiine. I'll go back to beeed."
"G'night Haley."
"Night, Dad." She said as she made her way up the stairs.
Rose tried desperately to come up for air, but the man's hold remained unyielding. He clenched her hair and pulled to keep her obedient. Tears started flooding her eyes and she started to emit soft coughs.
"Not yet, not yet. Wait." Jonathan hissed.
Rose's heartbeat went a mile a minute as the asphyxiation continued. However, despite the potential danger it posed to her well-being, she found thrills as much as she did pain. It hurt her in a way that seemed familiar yet mysterious all at once.
"Mmmph…mmmphh!"
All that time prolonged air deprivation had finally taken its toll on Rose and she began convulsing frantically as liquid squirted out of her and onto the couch. As the orgasmic bliss passed through her, the fuzzy, cloudy high immediately set in.
The moment Jonathan heard the thud of a closing door, he let go, and Rose couldn't get up fast enough. She gasped so hard, she suffered a tear-filled coughing fit. The Elder Long rubbed and patted her back in an attempt to comfort her.
"That. Was. Amaaaazing…" Rose forced a tired smile at the man, her mouth rife with copious amounts of spit and errant strands of pubic hair.
"Did…did you cum just now?" Jonathan asked as he saw the wide stain that covered two cushions.
"Y-Yeah. I guess I did. Never knew I was into asphyxiation."
"And nearly being caught apparently."
"That too. By the way, my throat hurts like heck now after that." She said as she rubbed said throat.
Jonathan sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Rose. I just couldn't let her know you were still here. Kind of hard to explain to an 8-year-old why her babysitter is here choking on my cock."
Rose nodded while her arms were crossed. "True. That'd just end up snowballing into a huge mess."
"Exactly. But in any case…"
Jonathan wrapped an arm around Rose's lower back and pulled her his way. He shot her a suave, half-lidded look and a clean, charismatic smile as his hand slid down and gave her ass a flirtatious squeeze.
"... Haley's back in bed. The night is still young and so are you. How about we get to the main event?"
Rather than add onto the conversation, Rose aggressively clenched her fist hard around Jonathan's cock, answering his question in the best way possible.
"Finally. I've wanted this the whole time." Rose purred huskily while stroking Jonathan's thoroughly lubricated cock.
Just as quickly as she grabbed him, Jonathan grabbed her by the hair once again and pulled her into devouring one another's lips hungrily as if it's been decades since the last one. Rose never let go of his cock, continuing to stroke away to stoke the flames of lust within him.
The hand of Jonathan's that held Rose's hair gained a mind of its own and began traveling down her smooth, toned back. His other hand met with the one on her body and they worked in tandem to undo the hooks and clamps on the young girl's bra, which he opened in no time.
The bra immediately fell, revealing a perky pair of breasts that weren't the biggest, but a hands-on test by Jonathan showed they were still a handful. He squeezed and kneaded her boobs while also pinching and pulling her pink solid nipples, drawing little gasps and hums out of the girl that vibrated on her lips.
With Jonathan's stealthy hand sliding around her back, he quickly found her ass before digging his fingers into her pillowy flesh making the girl moan and hum into his lips. His hand soon traveled further, sliding beneath her lacy red panties.
"Aahmmmph-mmmm!"
Every single nerve in Rose's body jumped the very second Jonathan drifted within a finger's length from her pussy. His fingertips practically drowned in her arousal even when they barely touched her flooded entrance.
"My goodness Rose, you're absolutely soaked! You want it that badly, huh?" Jonathan asked incredulously.
"Mmhmmm…" Rose hummed in an approving tone.
The man laughed. "Well, can't keep a lady waiting, then."
Holding Rose in both arms, Jonathan gently laid her down with her bare back to the couch. He stood straight on his knees as he grabbed her lacy red panties and pulled them up and off of her feet. When he spread her legs and his eyes caught sight of what lies between, every fiber of his being was on the verge of bursting into flames.
Jonathan could barely fathom the beauty of Rose's pussy. The fair skin around it was smooth and shaven making it look as radiant and pristine as silk with only a tiny sliver of pink slipped between an almost perfectly razor thin slit. The most uncouth aspect was how profusely it dribbled its liquid arousal but even that tantalized the man even more and served as a boon for what's about to come.
"Oh, wait. I almost forgot something important." Jonathan suddenly said.
The older man snapped his gaze to the table beside them. While staying on the couch, he reached over to the Chinese Takeout bag before fishing out a linked chain of small purple square foil wrappers.
Jonathan spoke as he tore off one of the squares. "We wouldn't want to have any… complications nine months from now do we?"
When Jonathan was on the verge of tearing the perforated corner of the wrapper when Rose instantly stopped him with a hand curled on his.
"Don't. There's no need for that," Rose said with a firmness in her tone.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
Rose was on the verge of mentioning birth control when the villainess inside blessed the girl with a sordid idea that would blow the older man's mind.
"Because…" Rose began as she laid back on the couch. She propped her hands under her knees, while raising and splitting her legs wide open.
"... I'd rather you take my young cunny raw and unprotected. I wanna feel every inch stretch my tight teen pussy wide and fill me up till my belly is swollen with your cum."
Despite Rose expecting and even wanting such a reaction, it made it no less startling when Jonathan had suddenly pounced right on top of her, his hardened throbbing cock resting lengthwise along her heated, flooding entrance. The twisted expression on his face was nothing short of wild and beastly as Rose's lusty coaxings dragged the man to the very edge of his temptation till he was one step away from falling deep down into it.
"You just won't stop flying too close to the sun now, will you?" Jonathan asked with a husky whisper.
Rose smirked wide as she challenged him further. "Well, I thought you were a beast, not a coward. You're already risking so much fucking a teenage girl, yet you're getting cold feet over a pregnancy risk? And here I thought calling you Daddy would be fitting, I guess I was wro-ack!"
Rose was cut off when Jonathan had a hand grasping her throat, only applying enough pressure to keep her mouth shut and hold her attention.
Jonathan growled through clenched teeth. "Listen… I'm only willing to use protection for your sake. In reality, I want nothing more than to pump you full to bursting with my seed and see you walk around the city carrying my child. If you're willing to risk that for some raw dick, then I'm more than happy to oblige. Any more objections?"
Jonathan slightly loosened his grip to let Rose talk. Her body shook under the pressure of struggling to hold back her laughter.
"None whatsoever. I want you to fuck me and breed me without mercy." She said with unyielding conviction.
Jonathan flashed a wolfish grin, showing Rose what big teeth he had. He grabbed the base of his dick and aimed it towards her pussy, his bulbous head teasing the slick opening.
"Be careful what you wish for. Like I said, I don't do gentle." Jonathan firmly reminded.
Rose giggled lewdly. "That's fine. I want you to hurt me good before you paint my insides."
True to his word, Jonathan ventured nowhere near the concept of gentleness when he mercilessly thrust his solid member square into her narrow passage. In a knee jerk reaction to the hasty penetration, every one of Rose's folds snapped close around his dick, though it did little to slow his advance in the slightest. The head of his dick managed to burrow deep enough to dock on Rose's cock-kissing cervix.
"Oooh, you are a tight one… but what else do I expect?" Jonathan remarked through a wince.
"Ahhh, and you're pretty huge yourself…" Rose gasped, struck full force by how engorged she was.
"I didn't have to break through a hymen." Jonathan pointed out.
"Y-Yeah. A lot of… 'physical activity' can do that…"
"Then I guess there's no cherries being popped today." The man sighed.
Rose's voice faltered. "I-If that's what you think, ssssure."
Jonathan shrugged. "It's fine. Not that it makes any difference. Besides, you still have one other wall I'm dying to break through.
"Wha-What's that?"
"Well, notice how there's a couple inches of me still exposed. I haven't gotten really deep yet."
"Okay? But you can't go any further unless you-"
Rose gasped the second it dawned on her. She gazed up at her partner, who flashed her a grin that shook her to her core.
"Wow, you're one messed up old man." Rose snarked.
"Hey, I'm not that old. I'm not even 40 yet." Jonathan snapped back, taking offense to the comment.
"Well you sure act like it. I thought you said you don't do gentle, Mr. Long."
Rose had to hold back a snicker after seeing that subtle twitch in Jonathan's brow. Goading him like this had become a favorite pastime of hers. She loved to see how badly she could get punished for her insolence.
Rather than say a word, Jonathan simply pulled his hips back and shot them forward, emitting an instant slapping noise that echoed throughout the room. Rose, as a result of the impact, arched like a rainbow, her chest reaching for the ceiling and her head hung back while silent, crackling gasps escaped her tongue-hanging maw. Jonathan tore open a new hole within the one he already rammed his dick into.
"You were saying, Hon?" Jonathan snarked.
"Ohh-hh, myyy g-g-gooosh…" Was all Rose could think of to say after regaining her voice.
She could barely process the sensation of having her cervix split open like that nor even give it a name. It felt like something far beyond either pain or pleasure that she had not once experienced before.
"Hah-hah-haahhh!" Rose cried out between the wet slapping of flesh. The ability of speech became lost to her.
Jonathan grinned at Rose. "Yeah. That's what I thought. Let this be a lesson to you. Never play games with adults if you're not ready to be handled like one. Time to make you grow up fast, kiddo."
Jonathan wouldn't give her a chance to even think before slamming into her, constantly expanding her innards to mold its shape to his cock while sticking more of himself into her womb little by little, every thrust making a bump pop from her stomach. He delved deeper into his depravity, to the point where he stood up on the couch, forcing Rose to fold over until her knees hung by her temples while he wrapped both hands around her neck while applying only moderate pressure.
After all the punishment the beastly man had already administered, Rose's womb had begun opening up as easily as her pussy and the initial unknown sensation she struggled to place had turned into pure, unfiltered pleasure, as if she gained another erogenous zone that few women have unlocked.
Jonathan started feeling a familiar pressure deep in his loins, an itch that he dared not delay to scratch. It churned and boiled hotly in the balls that roughly slapped Rose's ass.
"What's the matter, Hon? No witty provocations? I'm about to fill this womb like a water balloon. Breed you into a teen mom. You want that don't you?"
He gloated as he intensified the savage slamming of his flesh against Rose's to throw himself off the edge that he'd been denied from earlier. With all the chances to say something, she took none of them. She kept her face frozen in perpetual ecstasy and her mind forever bound to the nonstop surges of pleasure exploding all over her young body.
"Nothing else to say huh? Fine by me. Instead of opening your mouth, you should open! This! Womb!"
With a roar straight from the soul, Jonathan made sure he was deep in her uterus before he let loose a torrent that swelled his cock beyond its usual girth to accommodate the sheer volume. The quick succession at which each shot burst forth made it feel like a single, steady stream that all went directly to Rose's birth canal.
At the same time, the feeling of every part of her insides being expanded to make room, triggered her end for the second time that night. A soundless scream burst from her throat as her entire world became obscured in blinding white.
Once their senses cleared, their bodies collapsed in limp heaps. Jonathan barely caught himself before falling right on top of Rose. He pulled his cock out of her as he arose and sat against the far end of the couch. He watched as his partner laid there and his cum flowed endlessly from her abused hole.
Rose breathed heavily, her body feeling as though it was shrouded under a weighted blanket of satisfaction. "Oh gosh, I never… never had anything like that before…"
"Yeah… it's been so long for me." Jonathan let out a deep sigh, feeling more liberated than he ever had in his life.
The man felt the need to address the elephant in the room. He pointed to Rose's freshly creampied pussy. "So is… that gonna be a problem or what?"
Rose waved dismissively. "No, I've been on birth control this whole time."
Jonathan laughed before giving a stern look to Rose. "You little minx, you planned this all along."
"Pretty much."
The sound of a phone ringing froze them both. Their attention turned to Rose's phone buzzing and ringing incessantly on the living room table.
"You wanna get that?" Jonathan asked, pointing towards the device.
Just barely coming down from her high, Rose reached out for her phone. "Hah… yeah, I guess."
She opened it up, squinting as she gazed at the caller ID.
Huntsmaster
Rose raised her eyebrows but didn't say a word. Not wanting the Huntsmaster to think she'd been compromised, she reluctantly answered.
"Yes? Hello?"
"Huntsgirl, report! Any new developments on the dragon sightings in your location?" The Huntsmaster rasped on the other line.
"Uhh, oh yeah. Totally." Rose said as she looked towards Jonathan, who made his way back to her with a steel solid stiffness.
"At last. Tell me, Huntsgirl. Did you engage any of them?"
"Mmm I engaged one, alright." Rose cooed as she reached out to grab Jonathan's sturdy shaft and slowly stroke it.
"Is that so? And what was its fate? Killed? Captured?"
"I got it right here actually. He's big, he's strong, and he's wild. Really did a number on me." Rose said as she planted a kiss then swirled her tongue all over the man's length to lap up all the residual cum.
"Captured I see. Well then, standby as I send a squad for extraction."
"Oh, no need for that." Rose said as she got on her hands and knees and spread her cum-filled pussy lips. Jonathan got behind her, holding her ass and the base of his erection.
"What? So you'll bring it back yourself?" The Huntmaster asked with confusion.
"Yeah something like that. Hey, can I call you back? The dragon's getting a little… aggressive. And I need to calm it down. I'll call you later alright?"
Rose didn't even let her boss dismiss her before hanging up and tossing her phone back on the table.
"Was that your Dad?" Jonathan asked as he shoved his cock back into Rose like it belonged there.
"Y-Yeah." Rose answered with a sigh, grunting as Jonathan slowly pulled back and forth.
"Boy, you two sure love your dragon metaphors, huh?"
"Mmmmhmmm… less talk, more fuck."
Rose moaned, her body rocking along with Jonathan's thrusts. When he started going faster, he grabbed a fistul of her hair and pushed her face into the cum stained cushions.
Rose's phone rang again, which she didn't bother answering. She had been too occupied dealing with a "dragon" all throughout the night. She never did call Huntsmaster back. Or even go back home till early the next morning.
The next day rolled in followed by the next night. As always, Rose came over to babysit Haley until she tucked her in bed and put her to sleep. Instead of going to the roof to scout for more dragons, she went downstairs to "prepare" for Mr. Long's arrival.
As soon as the man stepped through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks by the sight before him.
Rose stood there in a thin red micro bikini. The small, thin pieces of cloth and string left almost nothing to the imagination. Jonathan's pants grew tighter and his self control wavered. It felt as though all his lust-filled fantasies were coming true.
"Good evening, Daddy. I'm so happy you're finally home." Rose addressed with a breathy near-whisper.
"Evening, Hon. I've been looking forward to going home all day."
"Well now that you're here, do you wanna catch a movie? Order some pizza? Or…"
Rose brought her hands to her back and rear, both pieces of her bikini fell to the ground, leaving Rose in the nude body Jonathan looked forward to seeing and ravaging again. She turned around before bending over and spreading her cheeks to reveal her wet, tantalizing pussy.
"... maybe you wanna get right to it?"
...
A/N
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