She still sucks her thumb.
The intimidating girl who doesn’t know she’s intimidating, with purple hair, is all but still just a girl. A little girl. A baby girl. So he sees her. Sweet. Pure. Not ruined in any way. Innocent heart.
Americans and Europeans are such morons sometimes. They think their coasts are the only ones noteworthy. Visit the Garden Province north of Durban in South Africa some time. You may find yourself begging to never leave.
If you met her. You’d definitely feel that way.
If you spent a week holed up in a suite in the Umhlanga Sands Resort, inside every one of her holes, over and over and over, for seven straight days, eating food from her body, hearing the loud screams with a South African accent, dissimilar to everything else you’ve ever heard, you would shred your passport deliberately just to buy a little more time.
He travels. So much that when he decides to take time for himself, he never even spends a dime on airfare or hotels.
So an apartment suite on the southern tip of the world, a surfboard, plenty of scotch whiskey from the top shelf, and he had his week planned. He just had one business stop upon landing at a University outside Johannesburg, and it was going to be sun, waves, maybe a girl one night, and then wheels up back to the States.
But then he met her. Intentionally dropping her things so he would help her. “Adorable”, he thought. He has to be twice her age, or close.
She has a thing for older men in suits. He has a thing for vibrant hair and accents. Immediately, the sparks flew.
Before he knew it, her ending semester and in-between jobs status signify light bulbs in his head.
“Ever been to Durban?” Jokingly he offered for her to stay with him a week.
Maybe it was the cultural differences, but she thought about it, took about 10 seconds, and said: “Yes, let me go get my things and I’ll meet you back here in 30 minutes.”
“What the fuck just happened?,” he thought. “Fuck it. A gorgeous South African girl in her early 20s wants to spend seven days with me in paradise. What am I being a pussy about?“
By the time they arrived at the coast they had already stopped 5 times for breaks, and each time was hotter. First kissing, then heavy petting, then outside the clothes touching, then feeling the warmth and wetness between her legs, and the last stop his hand was down her pants to find a bare, tender clit that came from his touch within minutes. By the time they checked in, they couldn’t get up to the room fast enough.
Immediately she displayed her sexiest version of herself when she kneeled before him in an effort to show him how much of a big girl she was. He was not expecting to have his mind blown. She is young. She is, inexperienced, most likely.
She cannot be amazing and that is ok because it’s all about her anyway. The only one that needs to be amazing is him, he thought.
But this wouldn’t be the first time he was shocked this week. He almost came within minutes and had to change pace before he blew too early. Her wet mouth felt amazing. Her words, however, are what leveled him. “Oh Daddy, fuck my mouth. Please Daddy,” she said. The way she said “Daddy” sounded like Datty to an American. Or Dati. This one word, two syllables, had to be the sexiest thing he had ever heard.
So he fucked her little throat good. And his plan all along was to finger her pussy so well she couldn’t concentrate on sucking him off at all. That would buy him enough time to make her cum a bit more.
And he did just that. A cock in her hand and mouth, she lost her focus as she came hard under his hand.
He could tell from her reactions that she was in shock. She had never been with anyone who came close to this level of passion and skill. The way he talked. The way he touched. The way he just was.
In fairness, most women twice her age could say the same thing.
But it became very apparent as he dove his face between her legs, swallowed her clit, fingering her until she came again. Clit on full alert and her G spot in chaos. Orgasm rushing over her body.
She needed that cock inside her. Being naive and young, she saw this need as something she was allowed to fulfill. Normally, he would have pushed her away, held her down, and forced a few orgasms on her until she squirted all over the bed.
But he saw she needed his cock. Hard, inside her. And besides, they have 7 days. He will force plenty on her in the coming days.
So she rode him. She rode him so hard as to slam his cock deep inside her. He could feel the deepest parts of her pussy being forced to stop, in meeting the head of his dick. She felt it too.
“Oh Datty. Oh fuck Datty. Your cock feels so good Datty. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me Datty.”
And he took control of the situation like any Dominant would. Careful not to scar her too much, he knew the slapping would have to wait. But still, he grab the back of her amethyst hair and pulled her right on her fucking back in one yank.
Hand around her throat. Then another. The shock in her face was beautiful. It’s like she was a virgin all over again. “This was new,” she thought. “God yes, this is amazingly perfect.”
He drove his cock deep inside her, released his hold on her neck, pulled her bangs and fingered her clit while he pounded her throbbing and wet pink parts until the tingle changed into a throb.
Deep inside her, he kept pelting her cervix and O spot until he witnessed a sight that will stick in his mind until his dying days.
An orgasm, coursing it’s way through her body, from infancy to completion, apexing in a spastic shake from her arms to her toes, coupled by a deafening “Fuuuucck Daaattttttttyyyyy!!!” that he wished immediately after he had on film so he could relive the moment over and over.
After that, he felt it was a job well done. He knew it was. She was wiped out. Still enjoying the cock inside her but knowing nothing will rival that orgasm. And she mumbled, “Datty, cum wherever you want. On my tits. On my face. In my mouth. In my pussy. I want to serve you.”
So he finished all over her picturesque body. And as his cum painted her stomach, tits, neck, and face, she found a way to not need a towel. Taking her time, finger by finger, swallowing it all. Treating it as if it was icing on a cake. Lick by lick.
“Datty you taste so good. Next time, I’m going to give to my ass. Will you fuck my tight virgin ass next time Datty?”
“Baby girl. I promise I will ruin your tight little ass.”
And they fell asleep. Naked, with him spooning her, and his hardness wedged right between her soon-to-be-violated ass cheeks.
And he woke to a sound in the middle of the night. It was her. Thumb in her mouth. Smiling. Sound asleep. Sucking her thumb. “Oh Datty” she mumbled in her sleep.
And he couldn’t help it. He entered her pussy as she slept. Wet from her dream. And she woke, never moving much, keeping her thumb still in her mouth, and as he went slow and easy, she said only one thing:
“Please put your cum inside me, Datty”