One shots

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Blaire hissed in obvious irritation, annoyed that she had to open her eyes so early in the morning after she was up reading an article for an assignment on her phone till midnight.

Her two hands reached into her dark wavy lenght hair and she smoothed it into what she deemed was presentable from the scattered mess it once was on her head.

She was still irritated with her stupid boyfriend for what’d happened the previous night and now here he was, currently between her legs and his tongue in her cunt.

She glared at his blonde head and wished she was in a worse mood so she could have a reason to smash something on his head.

“I said what the hell are you doing?” She asked more fiercely.

“Tasting my cunt?” His muffled voice from below was even more annoying and Blaire wondered how she never realized he had always had that whiny tinge in his tone whenever he spoke.

It was like blaring of siren in the neighborhood whenever there was a police patrol and it just wouldn’t go away.

“Says who?” She gritted, clamping her legs tightly and making him uncomfortable for a second such that his ears became red due to the force.

“Me.” Damien opened his arms wide, grabbed her knees and pulled her closer to him with the legs apart, diving his tongue deeply into her.

She smacked him hard on the cheek and Damien shot his head up, annoyance clear on his face.

“Hold yourself up baby and stop being so temperamental. After last night-”

“After last night you have the effrontery to say? You stupid three minutes pussy of a boy!” She snapped and glared at him.

Damien didn’t take the insult all to lightly and opened her legs, resting his frame on her body and stroking his already erect cóck on her flesh with annoyance clear in his eyes.

He was twenty two yet she’d just called him a boy!

“You know what? You’re a slut. But I bet you already know that, right? Expecting me to go on for hours because you’ve gotten so many fùck in your lifetime that I just can’t satisfy your gaping hole anymore. How’s that my business?”

Blaire’s breathing got labored as she processed his words and the anger intensified. She’d been irritated the previous night when after about four minutes of sluggish pushing, he’d come in her and just kissed her goodnight before drifting into a deep slumber.

After all the foreplay, the bastard didn’t even care about her own pleasures.

All the dìck hardening techniques and teasing she had given him had been just to have him finish off inside her after a few minutes of sloppy sex. Pathetic.

And that had been only the third time they would fuck.

Blaire realized she made a mistake in having him as a boyfriend as they’d been dating for three months now. Emotionally, physically, financially and even mentally he was never considerate about her or her feelings.

All he knew was yapping about how sexy she was and how her titties bounced whenever they made out.

Blaire blinked and realized he was still yapping, as usual. “Now you know what I’m gonna do? No? I’m going to rape your stupid ass till-”

That did it for Blaire.

She pushed herself from under him in a swift movement and got on her feet, still on the bed. She lifted her leg and rammed it up Damien’s crotch. The latter let out a grunt laced in pain but she wasn’t through with him.

Watching him double over, Blaire kicked him hard in the face and that had Damien flying to the other side of the bed and knocking him out cold as he hit his head on the leg of the iron chair.

She pulled on her panties, pants and tank top without caring about the guy on the ground, grabbing her jacket and quickly strapping on her wrist watch before dashing out of the room she discovered was even half open, still shaking with anger.

She would do anything to go back in there and kick his knocked out figure in the nuts but she preferred to hold on to her sanity.

Moreover, she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Hello to you too, Blaire, I am doing just fine. How are you also doing?” The joking voice of an older man called from close by.

Blaire stood still for a couple of seconds and then huffed, immediately recognizing the voice as that of Damien’s dad. He was standing by the kitchen entrance just across the hallway and his green penetrating eyes on her.

From the look on his face, she could guess that he had seen what just happened since the cunt head didn’t think there was a need to shut his damn door!

The older man was in his late forties and had good looks, almost like he was Damien’s young uncle and not his dad.

He was quite funny and also easy to converse with, compared to his lowlife of a son. Brady Amasso was a huge man, with a young good looking face to it though. He had fairly broad shoulders and often exercised regularly, that was one of the things that fascinated her about him when she’d just started dating Damien.

Maybe if Damien did some exercise too, maybe he would become better in bed and have some damn stamina...Blaire chuckled at the thought.

“Mr Amasso.”

“May I know what caused the temper that flared in you on an early Tuesday morning?” He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall, walking closer to her.

Blaire’s eyes were unfortunate enough to glance down and she noticed the heaviness sitting comfortably in his pants. Not rising and pulsing in his pants though, just his early morning wood making himself known to Brady’s jean pant.

She licked her lips, shaking her head and wondering why her eyes would have darted to such a place.

What the hell was she thinking? This was Damien’s dad. Regardless of how loaded he was, she wasn’t that type of lady.

“Well Mr-”

“Oh just Brady is fine dear.”

Blaire rolled her eyes. She wasn’t interested in getting familiar with her boyfriend — ex-boyfriend’s dad.

“Well he simply didn’t understand the simple term, no. So I had to teach him the hard way.”

“And if I may ask, what were you in denial of or...to?” He asked casually, his broad shoulders shrugging when Blaire gave him an incredulous look. “Just curious to what you young lads have been getting onto these days.”

“Nothing that concerns you, sir. Now be a dear and kindly tell him that it’s over between us.”

“Now now, before you leave I would like to have a little chat with you in the living room? There’s something I think you should know.”

Blaire sighed heavily.

She should be having a class by twelve but checking her time, it was still seven forty AM so she still had time to even go home and sleep a bit, then shower and get something to eat before heading to the Uni.

“Okay, but we’ll be brief.”

“Sure, ladies first.”

Blaire moved beside him and got in front but then the man moved just at the same time and this made her involuntarily bump into him.

He held her waist just in time as she would have fallen on her bum had he not. The pact from bumping her face into his muscled arm could easily prompt this.

“I’m okay Brady.” Blaire breathed. Being so close to him, she caught a whiff of his aftershave and quickly tried taking a step back but he moved even closer to her.

“Now about that discussion I wanted to have with you, it would also involve me taking a brush here-” as he was talking, he stretched his hand and skimmed it over her left nipple.

Gently. Tenderly.

The nipple hardened at his touch and her heart rate spiked up as she felt the pulsing and throbbing at her pussy.

“Mr Amasso!” She gasped and instinctively took a step back.

Well, allowing this was still wrong even though Blair admittedly had a crush on Brady and loved funny men who also knew how to hold conversations and not just played video games or hung out with their friends all the time.

“What? I am only helping you realize that my son might be inexperienced and a forceful kind of person but not all Amasso’s are that way. Just like all other women, you deserve to be treated like the darling you are. Am I wrong in proving this?” He asked with sincerity in his eyes and maturity that made Blaire wet her pants.

Such men still existed in the world who would satisfy their partners during sex. Just great.

Blaire didn’t exactly want to be part of this but then she was still a weeny bit curious. How good could he be to her and how much difference could be between him and his dick of a son?

Blaire licked her lower lip, still holding onto her bag in interest and aware of her arousal as she feigned confusion. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t be much different. He’s your son after all.”

“Now now, that’s just plain offensive Blaire. I think I now have the right to prove how wrong you are.” Brady stated, looking genuinely offended by her statement and surely his calm, mature and dominating way of handling this issue at hand was a big evidence.

And with that he was moving close to her with an all too reassuring smile that had Blaire go into a muddle of expectations, confusion and great arousal at what was to come.

Could she refuse and even if she could, judging from the tent in his pants, was she sure she wanted to refuse Brady’s generous offer?

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