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father knows b e s t [ mintie && tyr ]

John listened as the young woman described her dull unimaginative sex life with his son. Such a waste, his son had this gorgeous sexy creature, and was ignoring her obvious desires and needs. The large hand continued to run up her inner thigh as she called her pathetic sex life as flat line sex, the comment bringing a smile to his face. How many times had a woman he’d been with almost begged for a man to be a man, for her to be taken and used, not treated like some glass doll. The primal need with men, was often matched by a similar need within women, it just needed to be addressed and not ignored, as his son had obviously done.

Oh you poor thing, but don’t worry I’m going to take care of you.

The smirk part smile showed his real intent and what he really meant by taking care of her, which wasn’t some soft fuzzy warm cuddling. So as he spoke his hand reached the joining of her legs, and began to boldly rub her sex through the thin fabric.

So how many Boys have you been with? Sucking their little cocks or letting them stick their little dicks in you?

John emphasized the word boys as his words became more and more crude, as he now realized she’d never been with a man, and that she was in almost desperate need of one. She probably would have done almost anything for his son, if only he had asked, or even better just taken it, now it was his son’s loss and his gain. While the one skilled hand worked the soft fabric against the soft folds of her pussy, the other came up over her front, and began to knead one of her tits. Each hand gave a very experience touch, brought on by years of practice.

Have any of them treated you the way, you really want to be treated?

John never asked how she wanted to be treated, he left that as an obviously thing, or at least he thought so.
 
If Loraina were some simple minded girl, she would have crumbled under his hand even being on her, would have crumbled right when she brushed up against him wearing nothing but a towel. But she knew just as well as he did that she had motives and intentions of being here with him. These were the things that were the furthest in her mind, showing no fear just simply because if she did, he could easily stop, and they would never speak of this. She couldn't risk that. Not when she had already found herself in his office, his hand on her leg and her heart feeling like it was skipping every beat. The way his words promised that he would take care of her, Loraina's eyes watched the changing expressions on his face, the way he toyed with her skin with his rough, masculine hands. And just so, a sharp inhale of breath slipped from her mouth as he rubbed through the thin layer of fabric that her uniform provided, her cheeks hitting a faint pink color. God, Jimmy would never do something like that to her, knowing he would already blush if she teased him by pulling up the hem of her skirt to give him a peek of her panties.

" Too many, " Loraina found herself saying, shivering faintly as her fingertips grazed across her thighs just lightly, missing the hem of her skirt while her eyes watched as he groped and prodded at her young body. Despite being young, it was clear her body was doing just fine, biting her bottom lip gently as she felt a moan start to arise from her pretty mouth. No, he didn't need to ask at all how she wanted to be treated, they both knew the truth, and there was already another soft moan to fall again, " They never get it right, " Jimmy had never even attempted to get it right. Poor thing.
 
Clearly this little flower was ready and willing, all she wanted was a man to have her, and to take and enjoy what she had to offer. Almost in pain she seemed to have come to him, for no other reason than out of sheer frustration. Her body ripe, ready to be plucked, a delicacy that she’d offered his son, and that he’d either ignored or totally misunderstood. She’d clearly sought out others and they were either too inexperienced or too young to know what she needed and wanted. She was probably told she should have a nice boyfriend, someone to fall in love with and to cherish, when in truth she had no goals to settle down, and her body wanted someone far more experienced and skilled that would address her real needs. The young thing wasn’t stupid, far from it, she’d just come to the obvious conclusion that Jimmy his son wasn’t enough, or more accurately wasn’t the right thing she needed now. John withdrew his hand and spoke in his deep rumbling voice.

Now take off your panties and put them on the desk.

The words weren’t mean, threatening they were just strong and commanding. John wasn’t being shy or coy, or trying to play some game, as other boys did, he was a man, and his meaning was clear, direct and to the point.

Is your pussy wet?

The word used was pussy not vagina or womanhood, for this wasn’t some anatomy class, but a far different kind of class, and John liked his education raw and dirty.
 
Indeed, one could call her a little flower, as Jimmy surely would. He was clueless that his very same dainty girlfriend, the one he thought he was satisfying in the bedroom, now stood before his own father with his hand against in her crotch. God, that was almost enough to make her want to cum immediately, biting her bottom lip again because her fingers had inadvertently taken to gripping the hem of her skirt. It wasn't that his dear son wasn't enough, he just wasn't. . His father. Looking down her body again, the brunette leaned forward just slightly, her fingers that had once gripped her skirt now letting both index fingers hook into her cheer-leading panties. Legs spread just slightly, her breasts were easily just a few inches from his face as she worked herself out of her panties, the black material sliding down her legs and to her ankles.

Stepping out of them, Loraina soon turned away from him, bending at the waist over his desk and giving him a glorious peek of both her plump ass and her very wet pussy. " Nice and wet. " These were things that Loraina couldn't do for Jimmy. Or rather, she could, but she knew how he would react, with love and affection and ask her what was wrong. What was wrong was that he wasn't fucking her. Was that he wouldn't take the chance of bending her over his father's table and screwing her brains out. But that thought was pushed away, or rather now corrected with the thought of John ramming into her without abandon.
 
He was exposing her, making her vulnerable, but if she wanted safety she would have been with his son. She wouldn’t have come into his office and offered herself up, he wasn’t forcing her, all he was doing was being the man that she needed. She was of legal age, and she was here voluntarily, so no one could accuse him of anything but what came naturally between a real man and real woman. And though he didn’t know Loraina really well, he was beginning to suspect she was his kind of girl, or if she wasn’t she could and would be, wouldn’t that shock his son if he were to find out. The wet panties landing on his desk as he instructed, the sexy young thing giving him a little show while she did it.

John seeing the little furry snatch, he smiled for if she was going to stick around there were going to be some changes. Still he could see the glistening of lines nestled in the nicely trimmed forest. It had taken a bit of control, not to just reach out and start rubbing her as she presented her ass and pussy for him to see. Still a girl needed a compliment or two, for being a good little slut.

Nice little ass and pussy you have there baby, though its a little furry. So has your little pussy being faithful to my son since you started going steady with him, which was what almost two years ago?

As he asked the question, as if it was the most common of things he patted a spot on the middle of his desk. Just before she answered he gave her further instructions, which clearly he assumed she would comply with.

Get up and sit on my deck with your legs open to me.
 
She had long since decided while being in such a loving, caring relationship with Jimmy that it wasn't ultimately all she wanted. She wanted more, that Jimmy was being too stubborn to offer. She knew he had it in him, had to if his father was such a vivid, radiant man. Such a man that Loraina was bent over the very desk she had imagined, only not particularly with John behind her.

It didn't matter, as long as it wasn't some punk teenager with a needle dick. Her cheeks hitting a soft pink color when he spoke of her pussy, not because what he had called it but because of what he had said. Had Jimmy ever thought the same thing? " Until now, " Loraina answered, not missing a beat with her answer as she watched his hand snake around her and settle into his desk, another silent command from the man she wanted enough to break such a bond from her boyfriend.

Not even necessarily breaking it with him, which made it all the more adulterous. Moving now with instruction to sit on top of his desk, her firm rear pressed against it now as it sat bare, facing him with her slender legs spread for him.
 
When she’d told him she’d been faithful to his son, he wasn’t sure if he should have been impressed or just felt sad for her. As hot and ready to fuck as this little minx looked, it surprised him, and just spoke that she had some depth and just wasn't some stupid two timing cunt, just looking for dick. Though it must have been a hard decision, more than likely brought on my sheer frustration, she’d made it, and moved up onto his desk as instructed. John got an unobstructed view sitting at his desk, as she spread her sexy slender legs as instructed. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, and for her to see him doing it, he stands for the first time, revealing that he wasn’t any pencil dicked boy, his slacks showing a very ample ridge.

Glad you’ve decided to expand your horizons.

John’s large strong hands reach out to grab her sexy legs, his eyes staring intently at her as he spreads her even wider as he comes to stand between them, a wicked mischievous smile growing on his face. How far was she real willing to go, was she some little girl that had some fantasy about being with an older man, and when it finally happened or got close she’d break for the door. There was something about her that John didn’t think so, no there was something about her that said she’d be the exact opposite. Standing between her legs, he ran his experienced hands over them, as he spread her.

And that you’ve come in here to get properly fucked.

Holding her upper legs he abruptly pulls her closer, driving her wet pussy against up his slacks and the large ridge contained there. His move bold and decisive, without any games, he knew exactly what he was doing.

I hope you realize I like my women a certain way?
 
Of course an older man so easily recognized how hot and ready Loraina was, and maybe that was what Jimmy was so distant to see. She knew just as well as his father did, that there was an untapped sexual desire in her loving boyfriend, there just had to be. Considering his father was as much of a lewd, sexual lover that even his son had heard the man fucking whichever woman he chose to bring home, just the thought of it being her left her skin tingling with goosebumps. Watching him stand up and settle between her legs, her eyes warmly watched him, and most definitely caught a glimpse of that bulge tenting his pants, feeling herself grow all the wetter. Biting her bottom lip softly as she looked up to him, Loraina's flexible body moving each way he pulled her, knees spreading and allowing him access between them, the teen was definitely not about to run. Not with the opportunity right here and so close.

Her hands at the top of her thighs, finding no other choice but to stare up into the dark, alluring pull of his gaze, another faint shiver when he told her that she was going to be properly fucked. Hands carefully moving to sit beside her when he pulled her swiftly toward him, this angle easily caused her breasts to rise and fall, the sight being a bit more prominent with her arched back and hands on either side of her. Unable to resist it, Lor let out a soft moan when she felt the pressure of his stiff member against her bare pussy, her body just seemed all the more ready, her body yearning for this man to use her. " Yes, " She murmured, her eyes having fallen to a half lidded state, managing to keep herself from grinding back against his cock.
 
John couldn’t be sure, the young thing look apprehensive, but not afraid as she lay there on his desk before him. The sexy thing met his gaze, it seemed to him daring him to do it. If she’d wanted to play coy she could have, or if she wanted some soft loving she could have played some teenage game, but she hadn’t. So now it was to be seen if she meant it, he’d warned her, given her the opportunities to back out or even leave, and she’d not taken a one. Yet he hadn’t done anything but play with her, and she nothing more than do a little bit of exhibitionism. Still he wasn’t some teenager, and he had little or no interesting in some sappy love relationship. No what he wanted was something far different, and just maybe this hot little piece of ass was up for it. Her only response to his question was a single word in the affirmative. At this moment, that was enough.

Then show me your titties slut!

John said in a commanding tone that was both crude and vulgar. As he issued the command, he was reaching down to unzip his pants, and free his large cock from the confines of his slacks. If there were any doubts about his intentions or how he used and treated women, they were quickly going to be dissipated.
 
Her legs spread and her hands behind her, she knew she had never been in any situation like this before, and she easily could have been afraid. Cheating on her boyfriend, just for a good hard fucking wouldn't sound right to anyone, honestly. She knew it wouldn't sound right to Jimmy, but he would never understand just what she wanted. Well, not anytime soon anyway. But Loraina wasn't entirely in the mood to care. No, her mood was now settled on having him filling her up with what was tenting his pants, forcefully rubbing up against her all the wetter slit. Biting her bottom lip in the time that they stared at one another in silence, it was almost as though this was the final confirmation, the step beyond her saying anything before he stated his next command, his tone a bit louder and initially startling her. Though her hand immediately moved to the front of her cheer leading top, raising with her fingers hooked into the front of her sports bra, with a gentle push up, her heavy breasts were freed and her top was pushed up above her chest. Without hesitation, she had in fact done what he wanted, and he hadn't even asked. He had demanded, and called her a slut.

And god, did it already feel like exactly what Loraina wanted.
 
The fucking juicy wet thing didn’t even flinch as he called her a slut and demanded she take down her top for him. John remembers an old friend’s words of wisdom, ask ten girls if they wanted to fuck, nine would be offended, but one would say yes. It was the girls that said yes, that John liked, and this one was showing some positive signs.

That’s right show me them fucking titties. You’re proud of them I can tell. You like the attention you get with a rack like that, I know, because you’re just a little attention whore aren’t you?

If she thought that he was going to treat her as some kind of glass doll to be put on a pedestal, she was wrong. Everything Jimmy had said about how his father treated and objectified women was clearly the truth. As he spoke the bulging head of his thick cock hung out past his hand, the thing looked menacing and it wasn’t even more than semi hard. With an almost evil grin he rest his cock against her wet slit, letting his shaft nestle against her pussy, the head sticking past as he reached up to play with her tits. While he grabbed a handful of tit with each hand, he let her grind against his cock, using his hips to keep her wet and aroused. If there was anything he loved, it was a slut in need.

Now grind you’re fucking cunt against my cock, like a filthy little slut!

John’s strong take charge personality was comes out, as he egged her on, his hand squeezing on her tits boldly manhandling them, as if he owned them. The touch was strong, but experienced as he squeezed her tit, distending it, so he could lean over and suck on it hard.
 
The decision had been made long ago, when she had first stepped into his office to see him for a private lesson, to seek the wisdom he had learned from being an older, more matured man. He was not her responsibility, and she wasn't his, which made it easier for this to be without any attachments other than pure fucking, and she knew just as he did that this wouldn't be the last time he was demanding things of Loraina, teasing her senses and groping at her full breasts. It didn't matter that her heart told her this was wrong, because her body was outweighing all of that, screaming for this man to take her in every way he knew how, to show her what her body so desperately needed and had never had. Just the thought caused another shiver to slip through her skin, leaving goosebumps as his words rained down on her again, his vulgar tone speaking on her breasts.

But that wasn't what he called them, God no, he wasn't going to be delicate with her. Her or her rack for that matter. Moaning out now as he settled his cock in between her pleading lips, Loraina looked down to see his cock just lightly forcing back her cheer leading skirt further. Fingers gently rubbing at the desk behind her, his words struck her again, though not as entirely surprising as her hips pushed back against him, causing that very cunt to rub hard against him. " Ah- fuck, " She moaned out, her airy voice sounding almost pleading as he sucked on one of her breasts.
 
Dam it was nice to squeeze some firm young tit as John sucked on one then the other. Her nice perky nipples not only felt the attention of his lips and teeth, but his finger and thumb when they weren’t in his mouth. The little nubs slid about till they were captured by his hand, then pulled, tugged and twisted for his pleasure. He moves to stand up erect, his hands don’t leave her tits, nor does his cock were it was nestled.

Rub that fucking wet cunt against my cock, that’s right get it nice and hard.

While her hips ground against his growing appendage, he began to more aggressively pull on her nipples, seeing how much the young slut liked it. John guess was that his son probably treated her like some little princess, when she probably just wanted to be a pornstar.

Just think how good that fucking cock is going feel when your snatch is being stuffed by it.

The grip on her nipples tightened as he pulled and twisted them harder, watching to see what her reaction would be. John had been with plenty of women, and he craft his attack on them for maximum effect, to bring out their inner slut as it were. Almost all of them tried to be prim and proper, but give them the chance, set them free and all the bitches gave in. The worse you treated them the happier they seemed to be, and the ones that weren’t, weren’t worth fucking, and you just tossed them to the curb.
 
It was becoming all the more clear that Loraina was not going to be one who became tossed out like a piece of trash, despite how he talked to her or how he treated her, she was going to be kept and used by this man like a plaything. Like the toy she wanted to be used as, John was going to fulfill every last dirty fantasy in her head, without her even having to ask him for it. Just simply by how he treated her, hands still behind her back as she toyed with herself, palms flat and helping her push her sex down more against his thick meat, his hands keeping her breasts occupied wonderfully. Just the thought of having him ramming himself into her tight pussy, made the goosebumps on her hot skin seem almost out of place, almost odd with what was currently happening, her pretty eyes staring up at him now with lust beginning to cloud her eyes. It had already clouded her judgment, licking her lips gently as she spoke through her wonderful moans, " I need your cock in me, " Never in his life had his son ever heard her say something like that, he was always so sensual and soothing, smooth and mellow about it that she just wanted to yell at him sometimes. Or for him to yell at her. The teen was at her breaking point, body caving in, breasts rising and falling as she spoke again, " Please fuck my pussy. " Oh yes. She had definitely hit her inner slut.
 
John just chuckled as his son’s girlfriend started to act like a slut. The vulgar words matching his, accompanied by her wanton need as her pussy ground against his hardening cock, coating its base in her cunt cream. If he’d know that she was hot piece of ass, he would have tried to fuck it a long time ago. Still if his son wasn’t going to use it, he was. It was a disservice not to fuck and use a slut like this, or that was at least his opinion.

Sure baby, I’ll cram my cock in that little cunt of yours, after you beg for it a little more.

Reaching down between them he grabs his rigid member, and nestles the large bulging crown of his cock between her slick petals, wetting the tip of it, till it glistens. Still he doesn’t drive it home, he teases her a bit, slapping his cock against her pussy, the base of his shaft hitting her clit. Juices splatter about as he uses his cock to build her desire, and to further control her.

Beg baby! Beg to have your little pussy fucked like the nasty filthy little slut you always dreamed of being!

Asking please or even requesting him to do it wasn’t going to be enough, she’d have to further debase herself if she wanted to get fucked, really fucked.
 
She could see Jimmy all over this man's face, even if it was staring down at her harshly, glaring at her and spitting out the words 'slut' and 'whore' over and over again. Again she reminded herself that Jimmy easily had this sexual frustration buried within him, the man absolutely had to if his father was here, hovering over her body. Grabbing and sucking on her breasts and threatening to cram his cock in her pussy, maybe if she pushed Jimmy a little more, she could get him to- " Ahh, fucking please cram your cock into my pussy, " With each of her words, it seemed as though Loraina was pushing herself against his length harder, grinding with want and need for what he had to give her, hands slightly grabbing at his desk as they held her up from behind her.
 
The hot little cunt, didn’t seem in the least bothered by his vulgarity, and the way her wet pussy aggressively ground against his dick made her desire known and her words only added to it. The sexy thing wiggled and moved doing everything to entice him to meet her need. John just grinned a knowing smirk as she complied with his verbal urging with her own matching crudeness. She was a smart little slut, he was sure, and that make taking her that much hotter, for there was just something so much more pleasing and satisfying when fucking a smart cunt than a dumb one.

Sure, nothing makes me more happy than fucking a needy little wanton slut like you.

John pulled his hips back a bit, and grabbed his cock with one hand, pushing it down guiding the head into her wet twat. Grinning as her pussy kissed then stretched around the bloated head of his cock till it was swallowed. He didn’t stop there; he just kept pushing the throbbing veined thing deeper into her. He could have done it nice and slow, but he didn’t, that wasn’t how you fucked a slut. It was one long fast stroke as he buried himself in her, till he was balls deep. Again he could have waited, or even let her get used to the intrusion but he didn’t. No he grabbed her legs by the ankle and spread her wide so she and he would both have an unobstructed view of her getting fucked and fucked hard.

I like young tight pussy, and I can tell you like that big old cock in you baby.

John didn’t ask if she liked it or not, why should he. They'd never gone on a date, so said more than a few words to each other, and she was laid on his desk with his cock buried in her, which really said it all.
 
Anatomy, anatomy. They'd been studying anatomy, which is what she had told Jimmy's father. Now she couldn't be sure if that actually was what they were studying or if she had said that just to get to this point. They had been studying, but again, Loraina had wanted to play a bit, wanted Jimmy to shove her into the bed and go at her the way he explained his father did to the women he brought home. Maybe that was another added reason why Loraina had found herself wanting to feel the pull of his father, wondering just what it was that made her move into his office, clad in the skimpiest thing she had available at his house. Loraina had offered herself to the very lewd and crude man that her boyfriend had so many times told her his horror stories of, though here she was, biting her lip and all but screaming out for him to fill her until she couldn't see anything but his length burying into her.

Mentally thankful that her begging had given her what she wanted, even more so that he didn't stop to tease at her, the brunette moaned out from her core as he disappeared inside of her, nails again scratching at his desk. Neither of them needing to admit that this wasn't anything intimate, as neither of them wanted just a simple, affectionate brand of sex, no, they both understood that this was purely fucking. And apparently, Loraina was learning easily how that worked, legs spread for him and her body shivering as she moved to lay back a bit more, against her forearms now as she leaned her head back. As it seemed, he was pushed in further by a simple movement, but again her body screamed that she needed this. ". . Fuck your cock is so big, " The brunette moaned again, hair wrapping around her face as her pretty eyes looked up at him again, lust swirling in their bright color.
 
Her nails dug in as his member dug into her. The sweet feeling of young tight pussy was one his cock would never get tired of. The velvety warmth of her snatch, as it embraces his cock as he pushes his way deeper into her body. A groan of satisfaction slips from his mouth, as he enjoys every inch of his invasion of her tight young body. There was something about fucking sluts that always got his cock hard, but it wasn’t often he got to fuck one this fresh and ripe.

It might be big, but it’s how tight your little cunt is that makes it feel even better.

There wasn’t shock or horror looking up at him, but wanton lust. She wanted it and wanted it bad. What the fuck had his boy being doing, clearly not fucking her, what a waste, Oh well, time to break the slut in, and make his dick happy. His hips were already pulling back, trying to extract his member from her tight cunt, before he drove it back in like the skilled cocksman he was. Before he was complete pulled out, his hips were driving it back in, as he went about introducing her to what it meant to be used like a slut.

What’s more important is what I going to do with it to you.

John wasn’t some tentative boy; he didn’t treat her like some delicate flower, he went about using her, his cock delivering a skilled and practiced assault on her body. There was no holding back, or concern in someone would hear, it was unadulterated lust in all its manifestation. His strong hands holding, moving and manipulating her body as the tempo of his demanded.

I’m going to fuck you silly, till there’s nothing you’d like more that to ride this big old dick again and again.

It wasn't arrogance, but simple a confident statement of fact.
 
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