Domming Daughter Dani – Part 13 of 51 – BABYSITTING SUZIE PART FIVE

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff.

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The rule-of-thumb in sex stories is that the second fuck of a conquest is never as impressive or as important as the first fuck. Suzie and I had the Wagner house to ourselves for two and a half more days. 

I fucked her twice the day after Christmas. I broke down and wore a condom, begrudgingly. The second fuck was a lot less dramatic. She was still pretty sore from having her cherry busted. I started getting over my pre-pubescent issues with Suzie and started really enjoying her pained-face writhing under my fuck stroke. She was a natural, her little O-mouth mimicking the centerfolds she’d seen in Mr. Wagner’s Hustlers. Her pointy pink tongue lolled over her teeth as she stared me down. She was tuned into my need, working me instead of grinding for her own orgasm. That second fucking didn’t last very long, just under an hour. Suzie never came, but I had a lovely squirt in her extra tight box. 

For the third fucking I posed Suzie doggy. She was completely unprepared for the pounding my cock perpetrated upon her tiny twat. She was also completely unprepared for the dominance of me grabbing a wad of the back of her hair and pulling her back into my fuckstroke. She cried softly while I drilled her little pussy sore (more sore) and my balls slapped her clit hood a nice rosy shade of ouch. 

Something was happening to me. My shift into alpha male was evolving by the day. I should have felt terrible about fucking a little girl so brutally that tears poured down her face. There was no such remorse. It was terrific. When I was fifty strokes from busting my nuts into the safety of the rubber, I started talking shit to Suzie.

“Take it, little bitch,” I growled. “You think your little boyfriend is going to fuck you this deep? Do you? I’m going to break this pussy. I’m going to make it mine.”

Suzie’s lips contorted and her teeth tried to bite off silent words.

“Whose bitch are you, Suzie?” I barked. “Whose pussy is this?”

Suzie’s mouth gaped and spittle sprayed on her chin. I cranked her hair and twisted her neck so I could see every ripple of pain go through her face from my alpha dog position.

“Say it BITCH! Whose pussy is this?”

I guess she started to say “Yours.” But it came out “Yooooohhhhhhhwuhn!” Suzie’s skinny little ass trembled, and then her spine thrashed. My dominance and barking had coaxed her submissive twat into a hard orgasm. Suzie’s torso was still thrashing when I bubbled over and began pumping jizz.

I collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap. I made sure to kiss Suzie, dote on her, and tell her what an amazing lover she was. I made a point not to dwell on the animal part of our rough sex encounter. Suzie seemed unfazed by my alpha-outburst. That was another important lesson for me: Don’t make excuses and don’t overanalyze. A guy can get away with murder in bed if he washes his girl’s ego with saturated affection afterward.

We went to a movie for the second night in a row. I finally got to see Rain Man. It was very much a date. After the lights went down I held Suzie’s hand. It was uncomfortable to worry that somebody I knew was going to see me holding hands with a pre-teen, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to do with a girl who was sucking and fucking my prick like a long-term girlfriend.

The roads were well-plowed after the Christmas snowstorm, but there weren’t many cars out on the road as we started home from the late showing of the movie. Peggy’s two-toned pea-soup-over-grey ‘86 Parisenne Brougham may have been one of the ugliest monstrosities to ever roll out of Detroit, but the heater in that bitch could flash-fry an Easter ham in four minutes flat. Before we pulled out of the theater parking lot, we were unzipping our coats to get relief from the cabin interior. 

A minute or two after we pulled on the highway, I looked around to see the post-apocalyptic emptiness around us. I unbuttoned my jeans and arched against the bench seat to push them down a few inches so my cock could spring free through the gap in the front of my boxers. Peggy refused to give road head. I didn’t even ask Suzie. I reached over and cuffed my fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her warm mouth down on my cock.

Suzie immediately shifted gears into a soft moaning fellatrix. It was a great suck. Getting it from my cheating girlfriend’s pre-teen sister made it a fantastic suck. 

After a few minutes Suzie pulled her mouth off my cock with her signature hard-suction percussive pop. She turned her face up to me.

“You want me to suck for your come, or do you want me to keep you hard until we get home?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She latched her lips over the head and started her amazing flutterlick against my cock face while her lips maintained suction.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “You think you can get me off before we get home?”

“Probably not,” she gurgled around my cock. “Not with you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

God, I loved to hear her breathy sweet voice whooshing out around the edges of my cock head. “Go ahead and try,” I ordered. “But hurry up. We’re already passing the Gulf station.”

In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to tell a talented little cocksucker like Suzie to go at my prick hard when I was driving through sloppy streets at night in an unfamiliar car. Suzie immediately sucked me mid-shaft so fucking hard-and-hot that I felt my eyeballs go concave. My hair stood up as a tense tsunami of overstimulation washed over me.

I don’t know what was more amazing, that I made it to the Wagner garage without wrecking the car, or that I still hadn’t coated Suzie’s throat with sperm by the time the garage door thumped shut behind us.

“Didn’t make it,” I grunted.

Suzie stopped piston-sucking and stopped sanding my cock face with her suede tongue. 

“You going to punish me?” she asked, leaning up, digging her elbow into my thigh. Where did she get that slut talk?

“Should I?” I stared at Suzie, trying to discern if she was flirting or serious. Her expression was flat and serious.

“You’re the boss, Sir,” she said quietly.

“Do you want me to punish you?”

“No Sir. Not particularly. But it’s your call.”

“Just keep sucking and I’ll think about it,” I said. Before I finished my sentence Suzie was deep on my prick shaft, lolling her tongue over her bottom teeth and past her lip in an effort to please more of me. I wanted to get out of the car and take her inside before we asphyxiated on carbon monoxide fumes in the closed garage, the car still running for warmth. But Suzie’s suck was so damn insistent on siphoning the sperm from my balls that I couldn’t bring myself to stop her, not even for a moment. 

“Does Hank punish you for not making him come fast enough?” I panted.

Schlurp. Schlurp. Moan. Headsuck. “I told you,” Suck. Suck. “Hank knows what he wants and I give it to him.”

Listening to Suzie talk about sexing her boyfriend while she slobbered her suck artistry on my hard cock was quickly becoming one of my favorite sperm-triggers.

“Answer my question,” I panted. “Does Hank give you a time limit?”

“Sometimes,” Suzie said to my newly-manicured pubes. “Sometimes I have to suck him off under a certain amount time. Sometimes I have to suck and make sure that he doesn’t come for a certain amount of time.” Suzie schlurped and bobbed a tight suck. A tell-tale tingle twitch began tapping out Morse code in my heels.

“How much time does he give you?”

Sluurrp. Fluttertonge to my cock face. “Fifteen minutes now.”

“Now?”

Schlurp. Moan. Mmmm. “When I started sucking his cock he gave me an hour.” Schurp. “Then it kept getting shorter.” Schurp. Schuck. Schlark. “Now it’s fifteen minutes.” 

“Can you suck off Hank off in fifteen minutes?”

Suzie nodded, sending a tremor through the base of my cock and jiggling my balls against my boxers. “Every time, now, Sir. I get his come in my mouth on-time, every time.” Schurp. Schlup. “I think that’s why he started his new game where I’m not allowed to make him come for however long he says.” Lap. Flutter. Long shaft lick. Head suck. Pop off. Swirl lick. “I lose that game a lot.” Slurp. Pop. “A lot.”

“How does Hank punish you?”

“Spanks.”

“Is that it?”

“Spanks on my tits and on my pussy too, sometimes.”

“Whose pussy?” I growled.

“Well it’s your pussy now, Sir.” Suzie bounced a suck super deep, jamming my cock into her soft palate over and over. With a long slide she worked up and popped off my cock. She took my shaft in her hand, uncharacteristic. She squeezed and pumped a tight heartbeat grip at the base of my shaft. If she had sucked for another second, I would have come. If she’d ran her fingers over the head of my cock, I would have come. Instead she held me at the brink with a pulsing gorilla grip right at the transition between balls and cock. Fucking amazing. 

She leaned up on her elbow and kissed me, soft and lippy. “Skip,” she said. “can we talk for a second?”

“I’m pretty sure it can wait,” I panted.”I’m so close.”

“I know,” she smiled. “When your big balls get little and tight, I know you’re close.”

“C’mon,” I grunted. “Suck.”

“Skip, Hank is going to be home tomorrow.”

“I care?”

“Hank... He’s going to want to fuck me. He’s waited forever. I’m going to fuck Hank tomorrow.”

“You think?” I grunted? “You think you’re giving my pussy to Hank? You think I’m going to sign off on that?”

“It’s your pussy, Sir,” Suzie batted her eyelashes and talked soft. It felt like a firehose of come was pressurizing and backing up behind her pumping vice grip on the base of my cock. “But Sir for a little bit I need to let Hank make it his pussy. Just for a little bit. Then you can take it back again after he leaves.”

“What if I don’t want Hank in my pussy?” I grunted.

Suzie smiled patiently. “Sir, Hank waited so long for you to take my cherry. The least you can do is let him fuck your pussy a little bit before my folks come home. Please, Sir?”

“You told Hank you were saving your Cherry for me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“What did Hank say about that?”

Suzie stuck out her bottom lip in a little girl pout. She was playing me like a Stradivarius. She affected a little girl wowsy-woo lilt to her voice. “Hank didn’t like that, Sir. Hank didn’t like that at all. Hank slapped my pussy so hard when he wanted to fuck me and I wouldn’t let him until you fucked me first, Sir.”

“You got your pussy spanked just to make sure I took your cherry, bitch?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Gawd you are a little fucking slut, Suzie.”

“Your slut, Sir.”

“And Hank’s slut.”

“Yes, Sir. Your slut and Hank’s slut. But right now I’m your slut, Sir. But after you go back to college I’m going to be Hanks’s slut.”

“What if I don’t like that?”

“Then stay here in town and don’t let him take your pussy back, Sir.” Suzie smiled a perfectly evil smile. 

“I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that.” I was desperate to blow my load. The muscles along the back of my legs began to knot with built up tension..

“Well your cock will always be the only one to reach the very back of your pussy, Sir,” Suzie cooed. “Your cock is sooooo big, Sir. Your cock fucks me soooo deep. Surely you can let Hank have a little bit of your pussy for a couple of hours, Sir?” Suzie’s squeeze loosened and her thin little fingers danced up right under my cockhead. “Pleeeeeease, Sir? Pretty please?” Suzie looked me dead in the eyes and smiled a devilish smile. Her tongue flapped as far out from her teeth as it could stretch and then hardened to a glistening pink point at the tip. Then the little pink wet point danced on the face of my cock. Looking back, I’m sure she was spelling her name on the face of my cockhead with the tippy-tip of her tongue. Right after she dotted the “i” on my come hole I blasted sperm all over the steering wheel, the inside of the windshield, and ricocheted a thick white wad off her cheek and onto the radio buttons. 

A crazy progression of mixed emotions duked it out with the afterglow satisfaction of my hard, gut-wrenching orgasm. I was jealous. I was turned on. I was jealous. I wasn’t really threatened. I was jealous. I was not jealous. I knew Suzie and I had no future. I was jealous. I knew it was silly. I was jealous. My heart began slowing and the pulse pounding in my neck disappeared. I realized in a few weeks I was going to be back with Caryn. Part of me realized I was going to start training Caryn to be the slut that Suzie was trained to be. I loved Suzie. Peggy was cheating on me, and that made Suzie fucking her boyfriend while I was there sting more than it should have. 

Sigh.

It was all good. Jealousy is a heady aphrodisiac for the alpha male. 

I had enough testosterone left in my veins to start trying to think up a dominant way to reclaim Suzie after Hank went home. I kissed Suzie and told her she could have Hank come over. Suzie kissed me back hard.

I turned off the car and clicked the overhead light on. 

“Wow,” Suzie said, looking about at the thick cloudy puddles dripping from the car’s interior. She dragged her right index finger across the protruding radio buttons and pulled a ropey snail of my come up for examination. Her mouth closed around the finger and sucked it clean while she looked me in the eyes, defiantly. “I’m never going for a ride with Peggy again without thinking about your delicious come spraying all over the place.”