Doug hit the alarm clock harder than he intended and cursed as he heard it skid across the nightstand and fall onto the hard wooden floor with a ringing ‘clack’.
“Dammit!” he swore, as he reached down to retrieve it.
He checked the device was still working and then put it back in its rightful place, before swinging his legs out of the bed and making his way to the shower. The water was warm and soothing and he rested underneath it for longer than really necessary, enjoying the relaxing sensation as it cascaded down his neck and over his broad shoulders.
Once showered, Doug dressed and then patted his pockets.
“Hmm…”
He looked around the room, but his wallet was nowhere to be seen.
“Maybe I left it in the kitchen?” he muttered to himself.
As he walked across the landing he looked out of the large picture window. He paused for a moment, scanning the wide bay until he spotted what he was looking for, his 19 year old son Brandon. Brandon was an enthusiastic surfer and never failed to get up early if there was the sniff of catching a wave. Doug watched as his boy rode a crest skilfully, wincing as the wave began to break and Brandon’s board became unstable beneath him.
“Never knows when to bail that boy…” he muttered to himself.
Doug watched a little longer, just to make sure his son didn’t come to a sticky end and then padded down the stairs and into his large modern kitchen, only to find a petite blond in a bikini standing near the fridge and pouring herself a bowl of cereal.
“Oh… jeez, I’m sorry I must have been really drunk last night… I don’t remember your name,” he joked.
The girl turned around with a puzzled look on her face.
“Oh…I… I’m, I’m with Brandon… he said I could make myself something to eat.”
“Damn,” said Doug, “Guess it was just a dream.”
The girl blushed and turned back to her cereal.
“No worries,” said Doug. “Have whatever you want. Brandon’s a good kid, be nice to him.”
“Okay… thanks. I’ll just take this back to his room.”
“There’s no need to rush off… hey, I don’t suppose you’ve seen my wallet have you?”
“No,” said the girl a little too quickly and a little too emphatically.
“Okay…” said Doug, his eyes narrowing as he looked around the kitchen.
“Well if you do happen to see it, let me know.”
He walked into the hall and finally spied the leather foldover sitting on the table next to his car keys.
“There you are!” he said and snatched up the wallet.
Doug slid it into his pocket and then, for some reason pulled it back out again and flipped it open. Maybe it just felt a little light, or maybe there was something about the way that girl in the kitchen answered him, he didn’t know… but sure enough his wallet was light by a hundred bucks!
He walked back into the kitchen and stood in the doorway. The girl was waiting on the toaster and glanced over her shoulder nervously when she realised Doug had come back.
“So… what’s your name?” he asked.
“Me, uh…Carly,” the girl replied.
“Right… so Carly, how do you know Brandon?”
“Oh we met a couple of weeks ago, in the bay…”
“Right…”
When he wasn’t surfing Brandon was going through girls like Doug went through beer…
“So listen… I found my wallet out there in the hall, and it seems to be a little light.”
Carly turned away slightly, willing the toaster to give up its payload so she could leave.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
“No Sir…” Carly muttered unconvincingly.
“Because you see, I went to the cashpoint yesterday and I know exactly how much was in there… and I know for a fact Brandon wouldn’t have taken it… so that just leaves… you.”
Carly started to tremble as Doug approached.
“And quite honestly you look and sound a little shady...”
Carly turned around, she was quite a looker, in a slightly grubby kind of way… the kind of girl Doug’s father would have called a ‘FAF’ (‘fuck and forget’). She was barely five feet tall and quite slender, with shoulder length, sun-bleached hair. Doug looked down at her, her tits were slightly larger than her frame suggested they should be and for a second he wondered if she had implants… but then something else caught his attention. Sticking out of the bottom of Carly’s bikini top Doug could clearly see what looked like the corner of a ten dollar bill.
The toaster finally popped up and Carly almost jumped out of her skin. She turned towards it only to feel Doug’s strong hand grabbing her wrist. Slowly she turned back to face him, gasping as the man reached up and took hold of the bill protruding from her bikini top. He slowly pulled on it until it came free, only to leave the corner of another bill sticking out of the same place.
“Interesting,” Doug said irritably. “It seems I’ve found my missing money… care to explain?”
Carly, looked around nervously as if willing Brandon to appear and save her.
“It’s no good looking for Brandon, he’s out in the bay… and don’t try and bring him into this because I know my boy and he’s no thief. He may be reckless out there on the ocean, and he probably could be a bit more careful about who he brings back to MY house, but there is no way he would have anything to do with this. So… do you want to try and explain yourself or should I just call the cops?”
“No! Please don’t do that…” she begged. “Please...”
Doug stared at the girl menacingly and then reached up and slid his fingers under her bikini top to retrieve the rest of his money.
“Tell you what,” said Doug. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let you keep the money… if you make yourself scarce and stay away from my son.”
“Okay… yeah, whatever you want,” the girl replied a little too nonchalantly.
Oddly, the girl’s response rubbed Doug up the wrong way. Sure he didn’t want this trash around his son, but the way she just accepted being told to stay away from him so easily pissed him off a little and he decided she wasn’t going anywhere until he’d taught her a lesson.
“See ‘Carly’… you don’t seem to understand the situation here. In a while Brandon’s gonna come home and I’m gonna have to explain to him how you upped and left without saying goodbye. Sure I could tell him that I caught you with your fingers in my wallet, but whatever I do I’m still gonna have to deal with a grumpy teenager for the rest of the weekend…”
“I’m… sorry,” offered Carly unconvincingly.
“No you’re not,” said Doug. “But you’re gonna be.”
He stepped forward and took hold of the girl, lifting her easily over his wide shoulder and carrying her into the lounge. She struggled a little as he walked, but he easily controlled her, then dropped her down by the sofa and sat down, patting his thigh impatiently.
“What are you…doing?”
“Get over my lap,” he said sternly. “Get over my lap right now or I’m calling the cops.”
Carly looked around for an escape route, then reluctantly slid face-down over Doug’s thighs.
“That’s better,” he said. “Now I don’t make a habit of doing this, but something tells me you’re bad news. In fact I’m guessing if I did call the cops on you they’ll probably turn up a load of other shit you’ve done, am I right?”
“No,” the girl spat.
Doug brought his hand down firmly on the girl’s pert buttocks.
“I said ‘am I right’?
“Yeah… okay. Maybe…” The girl blurted out.
“Right, now we’re getting somewhere…” Doug stated.
“So what exactly have you been up to?”
Carly refused to talk and after a few moments hesitation Doug began spanking her in earnest. He hadn’t spanked a woman in a while, but he warmed to it quickly and soon he was beating her soundly. Eventually the girl put her hands behind her to try to stave off the blows, but Doug was in no mood to be foiled and he continued slapping her sexy little ass until her skin started to glow red.
“Please, stop…!” wailed the girl.
Doug paused his assault, but left his heavy hand resting on the girl’s right butt cheek. He could feel the heat radiating out of her skin and he realised for the first time that his cock was rock hard between his legs.
“Please, no more… I’ll do anything you want.”
Doug took a deep breath, then squeezed the girl’s butt cheek firmly.
“Is that right?”
Suddenly he gave her a shove sideways and she fell onto the thick white carpet below.
“You can start…” he said, standing up and undoing his shorts, “…by sucking on this.”
Carly looked up at him and gasped as she saw Doug’s hard, angry-looking cock pointing straight out in front of him. He bent down and pulled her up onto her knees, then pushed his cock against her lips, watching as she opened her mouth to take it inside. It was a long, long time since he’d fucked a little slut like this and he’d forgotten how much fun it could be.
Despite her initial reluctance Carly certainly knew what she was doing; she gave him the sloppiest blowjob he could ever remember and after a few minutes her chin and his balls were soaked with saliva.
“Oh yeah, that’s good…” he said. “Suck that fucking cock you little skank.”
Carly gagged slightly as Doug pushed his meat deeper into her mouth, the head just starting to penetrate her throat.
“You gonna deep throat my cock?” he asked. “You gonna take it all for me?”
Carly grunted into his balls and forced her head further forward, her eyes watering slightly as she took the head into her throat.
“Good girl,” he gasped. “That feels fucking amazing!”
Carly pulled her head back and spat onto Doug’s cock, then took him back into her mouth, relaxed her throat and settled into a rhythm. After a few moments she lifted her hand and gently tugged on Doug’s balls as she sucked him, trying to force him to cum in her mouth.
But Doug had other ideas. He put his hands either side of her head and pulled her off his cock, then collapsed back onto the sofa, his hard, spit-covered cock sticking up straight in front of him.
“Come here!” he barked.
Carly moved slowly towards him, her eyes fixed on his throbbing cock. Doug grabbed hold of her and pulled her on top of him, He slid his left arm around her back and down between her legs, his fingers sliding easily inside her bikini and then deep into her sopping wet cunt. Then he took hold of his meat and fed it past the thin piece of cloth and in between her slippery lips, groaning loudly as she sank down on it, taking every inch of his thick cock into her hot, young pussy.
He leaned forward slightly and roughly sucked the tops of her succulent breasts, then reached up and pulled the bikini down so that her tits popped out altogether. He clamped his lips around one of her freed nipples, sucking and nibbling on the hard nub until Carly moaned with pleasure, her pussy riding his cock hard.
“You fucking love this don’t you, you little slut?” Doug hissed.
Carly moaned her approval and slammed her pussy down even harder than before.
“You like being fucked by an older man, huh? Fed up with boys who don’t know how to treat a slut like you? Is that it? You like being fucked hard and spanked?”
Carly groaned again and wrapped her arms around Doug’s neck… “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl, ride my fucking dick. Ride it HARD!” he grunted.
Carly did exactly that, slamming her teenage cunt down onto his burning rod over and over again until Doug was struggling to hold back.
“Get down on the floor,” he ordered. “I wanna come in your dirty fucking mouth.”
Carly obediently dropped down onto the floor and immediately parted her lips while Doug stood up and stroked his cock hard.
“You want it don’t you? You want my fucking load in your throat don’t you?”
Carly nodded, her mouth still open wide and ready to receive his emission.
“Beg for it,” he commanded. “Beg for my fucking cum.”
“Please, please give me your hot cum, please…. I want it all.”
Doug stepped forward half a step as he felt himself reach the point of no return; he watched as the first rope of cum fired neatly between her lips and landed squarely on her tongue. The second followed suit and as Carly quickly swallowed those down, he continued jerking his rod, watching as the cum spattered onto her chin and chest.
Finally empty, Doug fell back onto the sofa, his half-hard cock still leaking drops of cum... meanwhile Carly remained kneeling on the carpet in front of him. He had to admit… she looked pretty incredible with his cum spattered all over her tanned skin… what a pity his boy wouldn’t be seeing her again.
After a few seconds Doug held out his hand and signalled for her to come closer. She edged towards him and he pulled her up onto the sofa, her legs spread either side of his. He reached down between her smooth, parted thighs and inside her bikini; she was soaking wet and he easily slid three fingers into her eager cunt.
Carly groaned as he worked his fingers inside her.
“I want you to cum for me and then you can go…” he urged as his fingers found her slippery clit.
Carly gasped as he started to rub it hard and fast.
“Yes,” he snarled. “Fucking cum for me, cum for me now.”
Carly felt herself going over the edge, her pussy tightening as she got closer and closer.”
“That’s it my little slut, don’t fight it…”
Carly bucked wildly on his fingers, crying out as he kept stimulating her past the point of release. His strong arm wrapped around her to stop her pulling away as his fingers kept going and going until finally Carly was clawing at his arm and begging him to stop touching her.
Finally Doug decided she had enough and pulled his hand away. He flipped her onto her back and stood up, looking down at her like the disgrace she truly was.
“I’m gonna call you a cab now. And remember, you stay away from my son in future...”
He strode off to make the phone call, then returned holding the $100 dollars he’d promised the girl. He tossed it onto the sofa next to where she now sat, then reached out and turned her chin up to face him.
“I’m serious, I don’t want you near my boy… but if you ever want to make some money, give me a call.”
He held out a slip of paper with his mobile number on it… Carly looked at it, then took it and slipped it inside her bikini top.
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