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  “Don’t,” he said, his voice a low warning. “If you do, I’ll come right now.”

  “And you’d rather fuck me first, right?” I asked, climbing back onto his lap, feeling his bare cock, slick with my saliva, pressing against me through the fabric of my shorts.

  “You’re a virgin, Ashley.”

  I didn’t respond, choosing instead to trace his lips with my forefinger.

  “Ashley, we can’t do this… you don’t want to, not with me. It’s not right.”

  “Please, Mr. Walker,” I insisted quietly. “You are what I want. I want you.”

  He kissed me hard, pressing against me like he wanted to devour me. He ran his hands over my back and down to my ass, cupping my cheeks in his large hands. Surprising me, he stood, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, never breaking our kiss. He dipped down to grab my shirt and his discarded boxer shorts, never loosening his hold on me.

  Mr. Walker carried me upstairs and to his bedroom in his strong arms, placing me gently onto his bed before walking back over to the door to shut it. My heart raced, and I could barely process what had happened, what was about to happen. I had never imagined that I would be topless and dripping wet in Melanie’s dad’s bed, getting ready to lose my virginity to her father.

  I watched in the moonlight as he walked back over to the bed, fully naked, his erect cock bobbing between his legs. Mr. Walker got on the bed, climbing over me and beginning a trail of kisses down my body that started at my lips. He kissed his way down my neck, sending a thrill through my spine, before continuing his journey, raining feather-light kisses over my breasts. His mouth paused over my nipple, dragging his lips over it to tease me, making me wiggle under him in eager anticipation.

  I ran my fingers through his short hair, moaning quietly as he licked the stiff peaks of my nipples before making his way down to my belly, and even lower still. When he reached my shorts, he grabbed the waistband with his thumbs, easily tugging them down, exposing me fully right before his face.

  For some reason, I blushed in the darkness, nervous but excited about having Mr. Walker’s face so close to my most private place. His hot breath tickled my bare skin as he blazed a path of torturously slow, sloppy kisses across my mound, unhurriedly making his way to my swollen clit. When he finally reached it, gently sucking it into his mouth, it felt so good I could have cried.

  “Oh, Mr. Walker, oh, ohhhh.”

  I shut my eyes, no longer able to do anything but moan as my best friend’s dad swirled his tongue around my sensitive nub, tasting me and teasing me. My hips bucked up, and I couldn’t help but push Mr. Walker’s face closer against me.

  It was like I couldn’t control my body anymore. All I could think of was how wonderful his tongue felt on me. I tingled all over, hot sparks of pleasure dancing through me from head to toe. I almost forgot to breathe, only concentrating on the sweet release that was drawing nearer and nearer as Mr. Walker licked me.

  He held onto my thighs as they began to shake hardcore, quivering as sexual energy built up inside me to the point where it had nothing left to do but burst. I erupted, my head spinning, my legs quivering uncontrollably as I called out his name.

  “Mr. Walker, Mr. Walker, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh fuck, fuck!”

  I breathed in deeply, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as I finally came back to reality. Mr. Walker gave my clit one last kiss before moving up so that he was over me again.

  “Mr. Walker, that was amazing,” I said, smiling up at him shyly.

  He responded by kissing me, and I could taste the sweet tanginess of my wetness on his tongue as he explored my mouth. I could feel him reach down between us, grabbing himself in his hand and positioning himself at my wet opening. My heart beat wildly as he rubbed the thick head against my entrance, knowing that there was no turning back now.

  “Ohhh!” I cried out as Mr. Walker entered me, surprised by the searing pain of his cock breaking into me and stretching me open around his thickness. I clutched his back, digging my nails into his skin as he pressed deeper inside my virgin hole.

  “Oh god, Ashley. You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me.”

  “Mr. Walker, it hurts,” I whimpered, even though I had known it would hurt. Since Melanie and I were the last remaining virgins in our circle of friends, I had heard plenty of tales of other girls’ first times.

  “Shhh,” he said, covering my mouth with his large hand to quiet my too-loud moans, and continuing forward until he was buried to the hilt inside of me. “It’ll be alright, Ashley.”

  He paused there, the length of him fully inside me, to give me a moment to adjust to the feeling of having his cock in my pussy. I felt full, fuller than I ever had before. Slowly, Mr. Walker eased up, retreating a bit before plunging back into my wetness.

  As he began to move in and out of me, there was still a little pain at having a man inside me for the first time, but it lessened as I got used to the feeling, and I even started to like it. Really like it. I ran my hands over Mr. Walker’s back as he thrust into me more quickly, feeling his skin, damp from the sweat that was beginning to form as he fucked me.

  “Play with yourself,” he whispered into my ear, sliding his hand off my mouth. “Rub your clit.”

  My clit was still tender from the orgasm he gave me with his mouth, but I obeyed him, slipping a hand between us and down to my nub. Slowly, I began to move it in little circles. At first it was too much, and I felt overwhelmed with sensation, rubbing my sensitive clit as Mr. Walker moved inside me, stretching me open. It felt good, damn good, and I eventually settled into the feeling, giving in and letting my instincts take over.

  I moved back against Mr. Walker, rocking my hips upward to meet his thrusts. He slammed into me, no longer taking care to be gentle with me for my first time, forcing my wet flesh to yield to him over and over again.

  Mr. Walker dipped his head down, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it as he fucked me. His thrusts changed to a deep, rolling grind- slower, but no less insistent. He suckled on my breasts hungrily, taking turns giving them attention.

  “Mr. Walker, please, please,” I moaned, rubbing my clit faster as my walls clenched and released around his cock, massaging him as the familiar feeling of orgasm built in me once again. This was stronger than before, though, stronger than anything I had ever experienced, and I felt like a wild woman, hungry for release as Mr. Walker rammed my pussy with his thick cock.

  “Please what, Ashley?”

  “Mr. Walker, please,” I repeated, not sure what I was asking for, just knowing that I needed him to keep fucking me like he was fucking me- wild, hard, raw. I was so close, so close, right on the edge, and each time he drove into me, he pushed me towards getting what I wanted so badly.

  “Oh fuck, Ashley, I’m going to come.”

  “Come inside me, please,” I begged, the words springing from my mouth without really thinking. I knew he shouldn’t, since the only thing worse than fucking your best friend’s dad behind her back would be to get pregnant with his baby, but in that moment, that’s what I wanted.

  The thought of Mr. Walker spilling his cum inside me, truly filling me up in every way, knocked me over the edge. A tidal wave of pure pleasure exploded within my core, radiating out through the rest of me as my pussy contracted wildly around Mr. Walker’s hardness.

  Just as I finished coming, Mr. Walker pulled out of me, grabbing himself and aiming his cock towards my mound. I watched in the moonlight as stream after stream of white-hot cum shot out, landing on my bare skin.

  He groaned as he came, his eyes half-closed as he painted me with his thick, sticky fluid. My pussy still pulsed with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I felt his cum slide down my slit, running down to the cleft between my cheeks.

  After Mr. Walker released every drop, he lay down beside me, exhaling loudly. I turned on my side, cuddling against him and laying my arm over him. My hand was over his heart,
which I could feel beating as quickly as my own was. My legs were pressed together, and I could feel the stickiness of his cum between my thighs. I smiled in the dark, hardly able to believe that the day turned out the way it did, but so happy that it had.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  Mr. Walker turned his face toward mine and pulled me into a deep, long kiss. Warm contentment rushed through me, and I vaguely wondered if I was falling in love with my best friend’s dad.

  “You’re perfect, Ashley,” Mr. Walker said, stroking my hair. “Beautiful and perfect.”

  My tummy did a flip flop, and I knew if it wasn’t the beginning of love, it sure felt something like it.

  We lay together in silence, curled up in bed, gently rubbing our hands over each other and softly kissing. I wanted nothing more than to spend the whole night in Mr. Walker’s arms, to sleep beside him and wake up next to him in the morning, but I knew I couldn’t.

  We kissed goodbye, neither of us saying anything, before I grabbed my discarded clothing and stepped into the hallway. I considered showering, but didn’t want to risk waking Mellie and having to come up with an explanation. I cleaned myself with a wet towel before pulling my clothes back on and tiptoeing into Mellie’s room.

  I slipped into bed beside her, the mattress squeaking as I got in. Mellie barely stirred and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Lying on my back, I stared up at the ceiling, wondering if I’d ever be able to fall asleep that night. I closed my eyes, knowing that if I managed to sleep, I would dream endlessly of all that had happened with my best friend’s dad.

  If you enjoyed Wet for Mr. Walker, make sure to read My Professor’s Demands by Lexi Arabella, a story about Alyssa, a college girl who finds herself eagerly fulfilling her sexy, mysterious professor’s every command.

  An excerpt from My Professor’s Demands:

  What had he been thinking as he looked at me sitting across from him, my cheeks red and my breasts hanging out for him to see? I felt a pressure building up inside of me. My pussy was aching and I pressed the showerhead against my mound, rocking against it for a bit of relief. I wondered if his hands would be as rough on my tits as his gaze had been.

  Steam filled the room and my breathing grew heavier as I rubbed the showerhead faster and faster against me, frantically writhing on the large head so it would roughly massage my throbbing clit. I gave my nipples a long, hard pinch and imagined it was Professor West’s fingers doing the touching. I wondered if he liked to bite. What if instead of silently assessing me from behind his desk, he had come over to where I sat and sucked hungrily on my tits, biting my nipples?

  The needling feeling of the showerhead’s strong, hot pulse combined with the thought of Professor West with my breast in his mouth was more than I could handle. My hips bucked against the large showerhead as I came hard. I inhaled sharply as the pulsing sensation in my pussy intensified and then went over the edge, rolling through the rest of me. I bit my lip in an attempt to stay silent, but a moan escaped past my lips as the final shock of my climax rocked my body. I shivered despite the muggy heat in the bathroom, panting, and relaxed my grip on the showerhead.

  I had taken a shower to try to wash away the dirty feeling, but I felt even dirtier now than I did when I left the professor’s office.

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  Also check out Tempting Dr. Alexander by Lexi Arabella, a story about Lily, a girl who gets sent to therapy for being boy crazy and decides a sexy older man like Dr. Alexander is just what she needs.

  An excerpt from Tempting Dr. Alexander:

  “If you want to act like a reckless slut, you’ll get fucked like one,” he growled in my ear. He let go of my wrists and shoved his hand under my dress, cupping my mound and rubbing, spreading some of the wetness that was already starting to run from my hole. “Of course you’re not wearing any panties, you little whore. Your pussy’s nice and smooth. ”

  “Dr. Alexander,” I moaned.

  “Call me Eric, remember?” His breath was hot against my ear. “Since we’re so close now.”

  “Eric,” I gasped as he drove a thick finger into my pussy, entering me for the first time. “Oh god!”

  “What, you expected me to go soft and slow?” He slid a second finger into me, forcing me open. “No. A dirty girl like you gets it rough and hard.”

  I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck and moaning as he began stroking my slick walls. “That feels so nice, Eric.”

  “Just nice? Nice isn’t good enough.” He quickened his pace, turning his fingers as he stroked me, touching all the right spots, making me writhe against his fingers. I whimpered as he moved in and out of me, nuzzling against his neck, running one hand through his hair and letting the other one travel to my breasts, taking turns massaging them and tweaking my nipples as his fingers worked my pussy.

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  Wet for Mr. Walker

  Copyright 2013 by Lexi Arabella

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