The recital was Sunday. As far as I knew, Evan's wife would be back in town. I hadn't seen him. I was expecting to have a long, uneventful day of respectfully ogling dancers from a distance.
I'm fine with ogling dancers from a distance.
But when I got there, Evan was there with his daughter. Huh. He said hello, gave me a little look which said, "Can't talk while people are around." Okay. It seemed slightly ominous. Great. Just what I needed.
But it turned out that he was just being cautious. He caught me in the hallway, away from the crowd, gave me a peck on the cheek, and told me what was up. He told his wife he'd drop off their daughter, so sweet, so very noble. Yeah, no. He wanted to see me.
I do not want to be a regular piece on the side. And I was at work. But... come on, he's cute, I'm really tempted, and he doesn't know where I live or have my number. So I was a little flattered. I mean, he made it clear that he was mostly just still turned on by me letting him fuck my ass, but still.
He and his wife were coming to see the evening show. So I figured there wasn't much chance of him wanting anything more than seeing me, probably trying to keep him in my mind so maybe at some later point, etc. But when I asked him whether he was going to dinner with wife and daughter, he said probably not, that she wasn't coming until closer to show time and daughter would go out with friends. So...
Well, the promise of something for dinner kept me going through the matinee. I hate matinees, mostly because they require me to be awake. I watched with interest, or at least that's probably what it looked like. I was deeply absorbed in my job. That's the ticket. I was in no way horny as hell and ogling like crazy.
After the show, when everyone had cleared out, I "went to get some dinner." Evan was in the lobby. There were a few other people still there, and I just have him a look and headed to a more private hallway again. He showed up a few moments later, and we discussed, in hushed tones, where we could go and what I was desperate for him to do to me once we got there. I had my hand in his pants, he had his on my ass. The deal had already been closed once (well, three times) and there was no need for subtlety. But there was still a decent chance that someone would walk in and catch us, and while he had more to lose than I did, it still wouldn't do for me to get caught canoodling on company time.
Fortunately there are plenty of places and I have keys. So we found a better location, after I revved his motor up a little by whispering in his ear (and a bit of tongue as well, which turned him on but which he made me stop because he was really afraid he'd get caught). We didn't have a long, leisurely time, so once the door was secured, he dropped his pants immediately.
"Do we have time for two?" I asked him, batting my eyes.
"If we hurry." That's not normally something I want to hear, but in this case, I wanted it hard and fast and as much as possible. I pulled my pants down too, then my panties, and knelt on the floor.
"Get to it then." He was rolling on a condom, and I said, "You don't need to do that... if you don't want to..." I'm not a good person. He was being responsible.
"I... I'd like to, but..."
"It's okay, it's okay." He was apologetic, but I shushed him. "I like to feel cum inside me, but I just need you to fuck me, okay?"
Yeah, probably should have kept my mouth shut. I get it. He's married, and if I were him I'd be worried that a girl like me might have something contagious. Plus maybe it's a guilt thing. Maybe it's different in his mind if he uses a condom. Plus, while I know I'm not going to get pregnant, he doesn't.
Anyway, I was a little worried that I'd killed the mood, but after a few more moments of awkwardness, he got the condom on and slipped into me. God, a cock inside me is a wonderful thing.
After a few thrusts, he slowed down a little and I thought he was going to cum already. But then he asked, "Do you think... I mean, I know it's quick, but... can I..."
"Just tell me what you want me to do. Just fuck me any way you want."
"Can I fuck your ass again?"
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, take me hard!" I had been expecting it, actually. He talked enough about it before. And I wanted anal.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Yes, please, I want you to fuck my tight little asshole." I was getting submissive again, and enjoying it.
"Beg for it. Beg for Daddy to fuck your ass."
Okay, so that was it. I wonder how many girls he has slap him at this point. Either that, or he's a good judge of character. Because I was totally down for it, even though the age difference isn't there. Besides, I'd just spent all morning watching dancers. If I'd had a tutu...
"Please, fuck my ass, Daddy." In hindsight, it was a little silly; we were both whispering all of this. "You want a dancer? Make me dance on your cock, Daddy."
That last bit of improv was for my benefit as well, but boy did it work. He practically growled, leaned down and kissed my neck fiercely, then pulled back and pressed his cock into my ass, hard and fast. I had a tiny, tiny twinge, just enough to curl my toes, but very nice, as he started thrusting hard, deeper and deeper, one hand gripping my waist, the other sliding up and taking my hair in a fist, not pulling hard, but making me arch my back. Sloppy, hard, and forceful anal, and it was wonderful.
He pulled out after a minute or two, tossed the condom away without worrying about it, and then shot ropes of semen into my ass. "Did you like that?" he asked.
Well, everything except that now I had to clean up. "I loved it, Daddy."
"God, you are just the best. I can't believe you're okay with this."
"Evan, I like being ordered around a little. And I don't care if you want me to call you Rodrigo." See, comedy is my fallback. Because I could sense an awkward conversation coming on.
He laughed and for a brief moment I thought that was going to be that. Then he said, "Be right back. I made a mess." Okay, all good, being a gentleman and getting me something to clean up cum. I appreciate that.
He came back with some paper towels, after longer than I would have liked; my knees were starting to hurt. But he wiped me down gently, and I was able to pull my pants off completely and sit on them. He obviously had pulled his pants back up and sat down too, and started nuzzling my neck, running his hands over my breasts, still covered by my blouse.
"So you're not creeped out by me?" he said, his hand sliding lower and then up under the fabric.
"Why?" I arched my back a little, let him slip my blouse up over my chest, exposing my bra.
"All the 'Daddy' stuff. I mean, I wouldn't have asked, but..."
"I liked it." Which is true, although probably for reasons other than what he assumed. "Sometimes I like being a little girl for a guy, you know."
He slipped his fingers under my bra and stroked the underside of my breast. "I don't want you to think that I feel that way about my daughter. At all. I just... I think about it sometimes, not her, but all those cute friends..."
"Me too. Girls that age are hard not to stare at. I remember when I was that age, I would have loved to get you inside me." That was the right thing to say, even if it was true. He pulled my top off and kissed me again.
"I wish I'd known you then. God, you're gorgeous, and you know what to do."
He got my bra off and started kissing my breasts, then sucked hard at my nipple until I had to stifle a squeal. "Want to know a secret?" I whispered, but didn't wait for him to answer because that would mean he wasn't using his mouth for better purposes. "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off them either. Even your daughter. Even though I'm not you, I would still love to show them a trick or two."
"Really? You go for girls too?"
"Fuck yeah. I spent all morning eyefucking them."
"God, if I could see you with... I wouldn't do anything, but damn would it be sexy." I realized his other hand, which I had lost track of, was sliding between my legs and stroking my wetness. Which was plenty wet.
"You'd like to see me with your daughter?" I couldn't resist. "Stripping every inch of her taut little teen body?" He didn't say anything, but his finger slipped into me and stroked. "Spreading those cute legs, letting you see it all. She's probably got cute little tits."
"God, yes," he breathed into my ear.
"And a tiny, tight, pink, virgin pussy?"
"Yes."
"And you could watch as I ate that cute pink pussy until she was screaming with pleasure. And then... I'd call you over, and she'd look up at you and say, "Please Daddy, please make me a woman."
"Yes, yes!" His finger was going crazy inside me. I was incredibly turned on by all of this, but I guarantee you he was more turned on. And here I was, totally naked, and he was totally clothed.
"Show me what you want to do. Show me, Daddy." I lay back and spread my legs. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me."
He practically tore his pants getting them off, pulled off his boxer briefs, and got between my legs. "Here I come, baby. Daddy's going to fill that cute little pussy with his big cock." He was getting into it. Maybe a little too into it: his voice was louder than I would have liked. But I wanted that cock more than I wanted him to be quiet.
"Yes Daddy, yes." And he mounted me, slowly pressing in until he was buried inside me.
There's a part of my mind which does commentary no matter how turned on I am. And that part took delight in commenting that Evan had better not go this quickly if he actually deflowers his daughter. But I didn't say any of that, of course.
He was gentler than he had been with me at first, until I begged him, "Harder Daddy, harder! Fuck your baby so hard!" He leaned into it then, his hips pistoning into mine, then collapsing onto me, my breasts rubbing harshly against the fabric of his shirt as he ground into me, kissing me hard, his arms gathering me up against him.
"I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum in your little pussy." I didn't get a chance to say anything before he pressed and held, shaking, and I felt him explode in me...
And realized that he wasn't wearing a condom. I think he realized it too, but I just said, "Yes Daddy, fill me with your cum!" And he kissed me again, roughly, and pressed harder into me like if he was going to do it, he was going to really do it.
After he pulled back, he snapped out of it. "Oh Christ, I didn't put on... Shit."
"Honey, it's fine. I'm not going to get pregnant and I don't have anything."
"I never... I've never... Except with my wife, I mean. Shit."
I had to calm him down. I assured him over and over that it was fine. He assured me, once he calmed down a bit, that he wasn't worried that he had anything. "I haven't had another woman since my last checkup. I just... I promised myself I would always use protection when I..."
"Do you do this often?"
"No... I love my wife and my life, but sometimes... it started when I met this woman at a conference for work. We had a few drinks, got a little drunk, and she started coming on to me. And I... I love my wife, but we don't have a lot of sex. And we basically were exclusive through high school, went to the same college, got married, had our daughter, and I..."
"You've got needs."
"Yeah." He looked a little sheepish. "I watch a lot of porn."
"Me too. No biggie."
"My wife doesn't think so. I have to hide it."
"So you went for it?"
"I wasn't going to, at first. But it was nice to be attractive to someone. So we went back to my hotel and fucked instead of going to the evening presentation. God, I remember she had condoms; I hadn't bought one in years. When I was in high school I used to carry one around like a lucky charm, never used it. But after that, I started carrying them again."
"Did it improve your luck?"
"Oh yeah." He laughed. "Mostly with hookers. If I go out of town on business, sometimes I work up the courage to find a hooker. That's been most of it. And I don't really count those because it's like business."
"So why'd you hit on me?"
"You're sexy. I wasn't at first, but then you were talking to me and we seemed like we were hitting it off, and then my daughter wasn't going to be home either. I've never done this like this. It's always been one-time things out of town."
"Do you like hookers because they'll let you play Daddy?"
"I can't really afford anything special. They don't look as good as you, believe me."
"Or as good as her?"
"Look, I fantasize a little, okay?" He seemed to be getting defensive, so I calmed him down again. "I don't, with her. Mostly it's about her friends, you know. Sometimes I think about her with another guy. I would never do anything like that. But sometimes I wonder if she's gone all the way with a guy, and what that would be like to watch. To make sure he did it right. That sort of thing."
I assured him that I wasn't judging, and that the whole thing had been super hot. And then we checked the time and it had been longer than it should have. We both wanted another, but I discovered that my pants were covered in cum and I had to fix that pronto. So we separated, him one way, me the other.
Fortunately I know where the costumes are, and if anyone noticed that I came back from dinner wearing different pants, they didn't say anything (I had a story prepared about spilling something all ready to go, but never had to use it). I didn't see Evan or his wife afterward; I guess they went out with their daughter or something.
He knows where I work, but the recital is over and I have no idea when that company will be back. Probably not until autumn. And he has no way of contacting me. So clean break? I think probably. For the best. He was fun, and he was no slouch in the sack, but I don't need drama and I don't need to be a side piece.
But damn if I wouldn't love to share him and his daughter. That would be hotter than hot. I can't complain, of course; I've gotten way better than that in my time, and I'm pretty sure he's just got a fantasy life. Being hard up and around teen girls all the time is tough, and it's bound to mess with your head a little.
It's going to be rough for him though, now that he's sampled the rara avis that is a girl who likes anal. Or rather, a girl who's both willing to admit she likes anal and will give it up to a random guy. I feel both good about giving him something special and bad about giving him something to wish for.
All I can say is, he'd better not start showing up randomly at my work. Because I will shut that shit down. I don't need clingy.
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