I want a baby. (+18)

(Updated)

(Author here: I am sick, so I won't be able to release the three chapters a day I wanted to. But I will try to get at least one a day; I should be better in the next 5 or 6 days.)

She said, " I want a baby, Daddy. I am the only one who doesn't have one," as she started to cry.

I reach over and wipe the tears away. "Baby girl, it's only the first day we have a lot of time. You don't need to rush it. How about this: when we get home, we will try again. It's not like I am going anywhere anytime soon. Baby girl, I won't think any less of you. If you don't have my child, these thoughts can be rushed. It will happen; after all, you live with me. It's not like we won't have sex." I lean in and kiss her; let's take our time.

 Okay, daddy.

We make our way home, pulling into the driveway around 10 am. We get out and get to the door; Samantha opens the door and jumps into my arms.

Welcome home, Daddy, Amanda. How did you like sex with Daddy? He is excellent. Now we can do it together like one big happy family.

I spank her ass, and we walk into the house. At this time, I got a text from Sarah asking if I could meet up for a little while. She needs some advice on something; I will ask her to meet me at the park on 92nd Street, which is about 3 miles away from her house and has a lot of secluded parking with trees. I texted her to meet me there and said I would arrive in 20 minutes. I tell the girls that school just texted me asking me to swing by for 2 hours. I kiss them goodbye. And make my way back to my truck.

I make my way to the park. I see her standing in one of the parking lots when I get there. I tell her to jump in, and we go to the back of the park. There are trees and few people, so we get to the most covered part. I ask her what she wants to talk about.

Sarah, what do you wish to discuss? You can ask me anything. If I can help, I will.

Mr. Rockefeller, I like this guy but am too scared to ask him to be my boyfriend. I am afraid that I am not worthy of him.

I act like I am in deep thought, but I can use this to make out with her. And maybe push it to have sex with her here. Perhaps a dick move, but in the long run, she will be okay with it. After all, I am the guy she likes, and under "practice," she can come out of her shell.

I reach my hand, place it on her thigh, and speak.

Sarah, you are a fantastic girl; it's just that you don't dare to take a step forward. How about this: Why don't I act like the guy you like? Then, we can get you comfortable with being around him.

How do you plan to get me comfortable with being around him?

She says while blushing she won't refuse my advances. At least that's what her info says.

We do what boyfriends and girlfriends do—something like this.

I lean in and kiss her. She is shocked but slowly opens up and wraps her arms around me. We kiss for five minutes or so. I pull away and ask her if she wants to do stuff like this with me.

How did that make you feel? Like having the courage to do more, or maybe something like this.

I slide my hand under her dress making my way to her pussy, she has a bush. But I don't care about that. Her pussy is tight, and it's already wet as hell.

Do you think this is helping, or should we stop?

Mr. Rockefeller, I think this will help me get over my fear of telling him how I feel. We can do more, and can I do stuff for you?

Sarah, my dear, you can do anything if it helps you. I wish to help you with all my abilities.

Can I play with your c-c-c-ock?

Sure, you can. Come take it out and play with it as much as you want, Sarah dear.

She reaches over and undos my pants and sits up a little to let her pull my pants down. My cock is semi-hard. She runs her finger over the outline in my underwear, biting her bottom lip. She pulls down my pants, she yelps as my cock falls out.

Are all cocks this prominent, Mr. Rockefeller; I wonder if it will hurt going into my pussy.

She let it slip that she wants my cock in her; I will take advantage of this fact. To make sure to fuck her here and now.

We can only try to find Sarah.

I lift the armrest, opening the front cab. The front cab is extended for someone about 5'11 to lie down in, so it makes it easy to have sex in the front.

Lay down, Sarah; I will show you how boyfriends and girlfriends have sex. After all, you want to make a good impression on the man you love. It's best to have experience, wouldn't you say?

She bites her lip and nodes. Before she lays down, I unzip the back of her dress, letting it fall, showing her bra. She tries to cover her breast, but I grab her arms and pull her into a kiss. She stops trying to cover herself, and I move my hands to undo her bra, removing it while she is lost in the kiss.

I pull back from the kiss and she is laying on the seat, I remove the rest of her dress and now only her panties are the last of her clothing. I take my cock and hit her pussy up her panties.

Do you want my cock to break your hymen or the man you like? You can back out and save it for him.

This feels like I am cucking myself; it's funny. She loves me but is using an imaginary other guy as a cover. But at the end of the day, when it's something we want, that's so close. We will go after it even if we have to go in a roundabout way to get it.

It's okay for you to break it. I want to make sure that when I sleep with him, he will be happy with me. I want to make sure that I can please him; that would bring me greater joy than giving my hymen to him.

I pull her panties to the side and slap her pussy, making sure that I hit her clit with it. She likes to be slapped by cocks. I lean in; her loves are dirty talk, being slapped, and being degraded. And speak.

Are you ready to take the cock of a guy other than the guy you love, you dirty whore.

I slid my cock into her before she could say anything. She lets out a moan. She is tight; I break her hymen in one go. 

How do you like my cock? Someone other than the guy you like, tell me how it feels to give your virgin pussy to someone else. I didn't think you were a dirty slut, Sarah. 

I am not a dirty slut, Mr. Rockefeller.

She says with tears.

I don't mind you being a dirty slut. Why don't you be my dirty slut? After all, you love me, so why not? But I do have to warn you, I have a harem, so as long as you're okay with that, I can fuck your dirty slutty pussy whenever I want to.

Did you know since when? And are you telling the truth that as long as I am okay with you having a harem, we can have sex? We can be in love.

Dear Sarah, a girl doesn't just give up her virginity as a learning experience with a guy she doesn't love. That's some hentai plot level; I didn't think it would work on you. But I am worried that if it wasn't me doing it, you may have been hurt by someone else. And yes, as long as you're okay with me having a harem, I will love it.

Okay, Mr. Rockefeller, I am okay with you having a harem. Now please use your cumdumpster, you're cum slut, as you see fit.

You dirty little whore, I am going to break this virgin pussy so only I can use it.

I go hard on her, even if it's her first time. She doesn't look like she is in pain. If anything, she is enjoying being treated as a plaything. It's like her life is only to be a plaything for my cock; I choke her and slap her. She yells for more and becomes more brutal. And I give it to her. After 25 minutes of going at it, I unload deep into her pussy. She lets out a primordial moan, like the moan a woman is supposed to give. It was hella hot, like it called for my body to release every oz of jizz in my body.

I fall on top of her; we kiss in the sweet afterglow of sex.

Here, take my address. Next week, my family and I are moving to a new house. We can use my old house as a place where we can have sex whenever we want. My dear Sarah, I will drive you to your Street. I don't want your family to know of us yet, as you have still been one of my students for two more years.

Okay, dear Timothy, when can we use your old house?

We will move the small things this week, preferably the following Monday. We will try to get it done by Monday for the most part, but we won't know for a fact when. I will text you.

Okay, dear, you can drive now. I need to get back before Mom asks where I was.

We make our way to her Street; I kiss her. Then she bends over, taking my cock out of my pants, and kisses it. She laughs at my shocked looks as I look around. 

I will miss you, dear; I will text you later. Can you send some dick pics to me? I want to use them for my playtime.

sigh

I will miss you, dear Sarah. Okay, I will send you the pics, but you must send me some.

Okay, dear, I love you.

I love you too, Sarah.

She gets out and walks her way home. I head back home, and Amaka texts me. When she asked if I could meet her at the library, I texted her that I would be there in 20 minutes. It feels like today is going to be busy. I need gas, so I pull into a gas station to get some gas; I sigh as I see another student. Her charm level is 45, which is not too bad. Her name is Bhavna Begam, and she is 18 as of last week. Well, I guess it's time to go with the flow.

I walk up to her, giving her the gentlest smile I can.

Good afternoon, Bhavna. Are you helping your family?

She blushes and returns the smile.

Yes, Mr. Rockefeller. How can I help you?

Yes, I need $40 on pump four and your help with something. I am writing a paper on Hindu mythology. So, I was wondering if I could get your number, and I can give you my number.

Oh yes, I wouldn't mind talking to you about Hindu mythology.

How does Tuesday at my house sound? It shouldn't be a problem.

Yes, that's fine, Mr. Rockefeller.

Thank you, Bhavna. You've been a big help.

She blushes.

You don't need to thank me; you have always helped with my studies. Here is your chance.

I gave her my number, and she gave me hers. I made sure our hands touched—just a little. 

Have a good day, Bhavna; I must head to the library.

You have a good day, Mr. Rockefeller.

She is blushing and smiling. I know she is happy with everything that happened.

I fill up my truck and head out once more.