MARK ME

By

Vivian Wilde

Copyright © 2015 Vivian Wilde

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Mark Me

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Chapter 1

I roused my cock with my hand inside my shorts pocket. Perhaps I had had too many beers and shame was a thing of the past. Or perhaps the fine specimen sitting directly across from me knew exactly what she was doing in her too small spandex shorts and button down thin tank top. Eyeing me every few minutes. Flashing me her tight cunt pressed up against the fabric in the sweetest little camel toe.

Still ripe. Begging to be pounded. To know what it feels like when a man couldn't resist her. To feel me inside of her, purging my seed until she's so full, it seeps out into her panties for the rest of the day.

She wanted, and so she would have.

"Mr. Lauter," she cooed, getting up from her log positioned around the campfire. She gathered all of her hair to one side and flipped it over her shoulder, revealing perky braless tits. I held back a moan as they hardened with fear before me. This girl was my daughter's newest addition to her clique. Fresh. Budding. Unmarked.

"Yes, Sarah?" I said, sitting up straight, giving her all my attention. I sensed all of my other girls' jealousy, air sucking into their nostrils, as she took a step too close. To my astonishment, she didn't correct herself.

"Can we make smores now?" Sarah said.

My mouth pulled to one side, disapprovingly. "We haven't made dinner yet."

She bounced, biting back a smile. I grimaced as I tried to ignore my imagination pulling her into me, bending her teeny tiny body over my knee, and spanking her for such a naughty idea.

"Aw, come on, Mr. Lauter," Sarah said. She pointed to my beer. "You already started on your dessert. My mom would have some words for you right now if I told her."

"And I would have some words right back." I tipped the bottle to my lips and looked her directly in the eye as I took a long, hearty swig of my beer. She giggled along with the other girls. My daughter looked away in embarrassment. When the beer hovered back above my bulge, I sighed. "Tell you what. We can have smores. But only if you help me walk back to the car and get the cooler."

Squeals erupted with happy hands. I hid a groan of pleasure as I hoisted myself up from my seat. Nothing brings me more pleasure than hearing I brought pleasure to these girls. I'd stayed up many nights on these camping trips wondering which one of them didn't get the attention they deserved at home. Those ones were easy targets, but I remained a gentlemen. I never acted on my impulses, just merely fantasized.

"I am counting on the rest of you girls to build this fire back up," I said. "And no using lighter fluid."

I turned my back to them before they could rebut, looking down at the ground to watch my step. But instead, all I saw was my bulge raged under the zipper of my jeans, pushing it to its limits. I counted my steps to regain control and fight the temptation. My ex-wife was right. This wasn't something men were supposed to do for their daughters, but I wanted to be there for her this last year before she went off to college, show her that even though I left, I still cared.

I really hope I don't screw it up.

"Wait up, Mr Lauter," Sarah said, her frantic steps flip-flopping behind me. "Gosh, you walk fast."

"You got to learn to keep up with a man, Sarah," I said, the alcohol giving me drunken wisdom.

"Yes, sir," Sarah said loudly, as if a salute. Panic struck my core. I didn't know if she was making fun of me or agreeing with me. I let the silence speak until the lock beeped at the SUV. I opened the trunk and held it until it lifted to maximum. Sarah wasted no time bending over into the trunk, the stretchy fabric of her shorts thinning with her movement. When she bent far enough it decided it was easier to travel with her, and the two triangular folds against the backs of her thighs crept up her tight, butt cheeks revealing soft, smooth skin begging to be stained with my handprint.

Her little ass sidestepped and grazed the front of my jeans while fishing in the cooler for the smores. I swear she rolled it back a touch as my bulge locked between her thighs, rubbing her cunt softly in one sweep against me.

"Oh my god, you got the good chocolate," Sarah said, playing stupid to what she was doing to me. I couldn't play this game. It was too risky. I went to back up a step when she perched herself on tiptoes to get a better look into the cooler, positioning my cock right at the entry point in between her tight folds. Their soft pulls against my cockhead made air claim my lungs. I bit the inside of my cheek to feel something other than pleasure. Anything to help me stay focused. No, Matt. Not here. Not with her.

Temptation spoke louder, reminding me of all the pussy I could now have without a ring on my finger. Now was the time to stick it in everything that walked past me. I was in my prime, and apparently I only got sexier with age. I could do things to this girl her peers wouldn't be able to figure out for at least another five years. But I couldn't do that to my daughter.

"Sarah," I said, my voice hoarse and pained. To distract her from its true intentions, I placed a hand on her side and gently pushed her one step to the side. "Don't make me have to drive you home."

Her beautifully contoured neck craned towards me, a look of fear cast across her eyes. In an instant, her hips relaxed and eased off of my cock.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, red hot patches staining her cheeks. "I just... I thought...."

My grip on her side hardened. "You thought what, Sarah?"

She wriggled under my grasp. "I saw you looking. I thought, I thought you wanted me."

"I can look all I want, Sarah. But you wouldn't be my first choice."

That got her attention. She turned to face me, her tight nipples grazing the front of my shirt. I didn't falter. Peering down at her, I watched her betray her tries at remaining in control, calm. Fear danced beneath me in those pools of innocence, lightly lined with clinging tears.

"Why don't you run on back to camp?" I said. "I'll bring the cooler."

A moment of hesitation, eyes flicking up to mine and back to the ground, and then she bolted. Fear. That's how you keep them coming back. She would wonder who was better than her. It would eat at her. Fester. And when she couldn't take it anymore, she would try again.

I just wasn't sure I'd have the same restraint the second time around.