Love or Sex Ch. 02

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Currently working on chapter 3 but hit a bit of writers block.

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*beep beep* *beep beep*

As I fumble around for my cell phone; because that’s where that infernal noise came from, I find that I am in a foreign bed and a strange environment. Not so much a strange environment, just one that isn’t mine, not my bedroom. Then it hits me, how could I possibly forget something so wonderful as last night. How did I not remember that I spent the night with the most amazing woman in the world and ended up falling asleep next to her, holding her in my arms. Now where is that damn phone and who the hell could be texting me?

“Mom:

Last night was amazing :*

10:31 AM”

It most certainly was, and I regret that I forgot it for even one second, but reliving it in my head was great.

“The best night of my life

10:33 AM”

And that’s the truth, it was the greatest night of my life. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and if I can count on her response to my question, there is so much more to look forward to. I look forward to spending many nights in this bed getting hot and sweaty. I look forward to spending time with my love, be it on the couch or out on the town. Come to think of it, going out might be difficult, we’ve lived in this city for some time now. Pretty sure someone would recognize us and wouldn’t be too happy with it.

*beep beep* *beep beep*

“Mom:

So far 😉

10:36AM”

Hmmm, what has that little vixen got planned? Or is it just a promise of more fantastic sex? Either way looks like I’ve hit the jackpot.

*beep beep* *beep beep*

“Mom:

College pamphlets on the kitchen table

10:37AM”

Ah yes, I guess I should get that sorted out. After of course a shower, and breakfast, and some TV. How difficult could it be to choose what I want to do for the rest of my life? I mean I am 18, that’s plenty old to figure that kind of stuff out right? No pressure. Actually I’ve pretty much got it figured out; I love writing so I’ll just get a degree in English be a waiter and write on my time off. The local community college has a decent program, and because I’m a resident it’ll be cheaper. No need to dorm either, I’ve got the perfect set-up here. From the few pamphlets mom left it looks as though she may want me to stay close as well.

The rest of the day passed as normal, nothing spectacular happens. Take care of a few chores around the house sweeping, dishes, stuff like that. Did a bit of grocery shopping and picked up the clothes from the dry cleaner. Like I said, nothing particularly exciting.

Mom will be home soon, better get dinner started. Roast chicken with roasted potatoes and carrots, sounds lovely, and if I get started soon it will be ready by the time mom gets home. Simple meal really, two chicken breasts with the skin, white potatoes and baby carrots. Heat the oven to 350, rub the chicken breasts with a little bacon grease and toss them in a foil lined pan. Cut the potatoes and carrots into quarters, cover them lightly in olive oil salt and pepper and put them in the pan with the chicken. Toss in the oven for about forty minutes, or until the chicken is done all the way through.

In walks the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she’s only wearing her work clothes, but she is still a vision of beauty. Navy blue mid-thigh length skirt and a matching blue blazer, white button up blouse, nude stockings and four inch two-tone blue heels. A smile streaks across my face as she whiffs the air, noticing the smell of dinner. Perfect timing because dinner is ready and the counter is set; I portion out a chicken breast each and half the potatoes and carrots for each of us. The skin is perfectly crispy and the meat is perfectly juicy.

As we eat we reminisce about the time that my grandfather tried to fix their old car. He spent days trying to figure out what the issue was, turns out it was the head gasket. Something he neglected to account for, after he exhausted all options for failure he figured the car was fixed and would be good to go. He started it up and BOOM! The hood of the car bowed slightly and the engine was all but destroyed, great times. Grandad fancied himself a sisli escort handyman, but he was far from it, quite the opposite in fact. Broke many of the things he touched, always a joy to watch him try and fix something though. Amazing man he was, always had a smile on his face and was always willing to help anyone in need. I miss him dearly.

Mom takes off to her room to change into something more comfortable, and by more comfortable that means something that is actually comfortable. Yoga pants and a t-shirt. We spend the rest of the night on the couch watching TV and doing our usual making fun of the people we see on random channels. The sound of our laughter fills the house and is just another affirmation that she’s the one.

As midnight rolls around we both encounter yawning fits and decide it best to get off to bed. We both get ready; me in my boxer shorts, and her in just my t shirt. I double check that the alarm on my phone is set for 8 am so I can make it to work by nine, mom sets hers for 7am so she can catch her train. Sleep comes quickly, almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows. The last thing I remember is me pulling her closer to me and she reciprocates by pushing her butt into my crotch.

At what I can only assume to be the middle of the night I feel this warm sensation around my dick. My first thought was oh great I’ve gone and pissed myself, but as I opened my eyes I can see a head bobbing up and down under the sheets. That warm sensation is my mother’s mouth wrapping itself around my dick, and her tongue running up and down my shaft. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s two in the morning, not a bad time to get a bj. I’d like to enjoy this a bit more before I make it known that I’m awake, besides, this feeling is amazing. I can only slightly see what my mom is up to under the sheet as the moonlight shines through it and makes it semi transparent, but I can feel every bit of it. As shes cupping my balls her head is moving in a straight up and down motion and making her tongue stiff so that all of it caresses the entire underside of my head.

“Mmmm, mom that feels great.”

I lift the sheet so that I can get a better view of her work, which has now changed from bobbing up and down to adding a twist of her head on each down stroke. With that comes the added sensation of her tongue going from side to side, bringing a slight twitch from me each time she does it. Her hand has moved from cupping my balls to jerking me off while she blows me, using the same motion as her head she twists her hand with each stroke. With a wet sounding pop mom releases my dick from her warm mouth replacing it with her thumb right where my head meets my shaft and drawing tiny circles in that area. Looking me in the eyes she says.

“I need you to fuck me baby, I woke up so horny and you were already hard. I couldn’t help myself.”

Who needs more of an invitation than that, from a beautiful woman no less. I nod, as if the fact that I was rock hard wasn’t indication enough. Mom lays back, as she does her breasts jiggle, and I can see her tiny nipples making their presence known from under the t shirt. This seems to put me in a trance, I grab for them and begin to pinch and twist them through the fabric of the shirt. Lightly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure applied. While all that was happening mom took it on her own to rub her clit and finger herself at the same time. Moaning and grinding into her own fingers, making a sloppy shlicking sound. I lean in for a kiss and I can feel her hands grab for my dick.

“I need you baby, I need you to fuck me. I need to cum so bad, please.”

Any other time I may have teased her a bit, maybe made her beg me to fuck her a bit more. Not this time though, this time I could see the desire in her eyes. It was more than just simple desire, it was an actual need, I could see her pleading with her eyes to be fucked. As if she would die if it wasn’t me that made her cum, and with that I shoved the entire length of my dick into her not before kicking off my shorts. Mom threw her head back with her eyes closed and let out a loud gasp of relief, as if to say Finally!

I enjoy the feeling of her warmth enveloping my cock for just a second, then I begin to fuck her like she wants. Slamming into her with enough force as I think she can take. I place one hand at the back of her neck and the other around her waist so I could control the speed and depth with each escort istanbul thrust. Mom grabs the back of her knees and pulls them back towards her, to give me even better access. Between her panting and moaning, and my grunting we manage to catch eyes and smile, we even let out a little laugh. That only lasted for a second, because I grabbed her ankles and put them on either side of my head, leaned forward and placed both of my hands on her waist. I started to fuck her as hard as I could.

“Oh shit yes. Faster” She screams

Now fucking her as fast and as hard as I can, the sound of my hips thrusting into her has barely faded before you can hear it again. She grabs my hips and I can feel her try and pull me into her harder and faster, but that would be impossible. I just can’t move any faster. Her tits bounce in time with my rhythm, and her nipples are even harder than when we started.

“Fuck me baby. Fuck me fuck me.” She cries out

She abandons the hope of trying to help me fuck her faster and harder and concentrates on her clit, rubbing it as fast as I’m pounding her, licking her fingers after every couple of minutes. I hold her knees together and push them down to her chest so I can try and fuck her just a little bit deeper. As I look down I can see how swollen her pussy is; if her pleading and moaning isn’t an obvious sign of her desire the fact that her lips are red and puffy is a dead give away.

“Oh God baby I just want to cum. I wanna cum so bad.”

At this point I’m running out of gas, my pace isn’t as quick as it was when we started, and I think mom can tell. She’s slowed down rubbing her clit to match the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Lay down hun, I think I can take it from here.”

I lay down with my head at the foot of the bed and mom straddles me then inserts my dick into her waiting pussy. With both her hands on my chest she begins a slow grind, and releases a slow moan with each forward motion of her hips. With each thrust her pace seems to quicken as do the accompanying moans. Not wanting to feel left out in this process I grab her hips to help her grind into me more. This seems to do the trick because she is no longer paying attention to anything. The amount of obscenities seem to increase with each thrust. She’s close I know it.

“Oh god”

“Oh shit”

“Oh shit oh shit”

“Fuck baby, fuck, fuck. YES.”

Now there are no audible words, she’s just mouthing every swear word she knows. Slightly digging her nails into my chest, eyes closed, head down, and legs squeezing me tightly. She’s only seconds away.

With a whisper she states

“I’m gonna fucking cum.”

As the last word leaves her mouth she tenses up and goes into the full throws of the most powerful orgasim I’ve ever seen. Her whole body shakes so bad that even her screams are affected by it, causing it to sound like she has a stutter. She buries her face into my chest and continues to hump me, with each wave I can feel the muscles inside her squeeze slightly and release. Her hair and my chest do their best to muffle her moans. The best I can do is hold on while it subsides and enjoy the ride.

The screams and moans quickly turn into heavy breathing.

“Haha, you okay mom? That was a good one huh?”

Without a reply mom hops off me and swallows the entirety of my dick.

“Ho-ly, Fu-king, God”

At this pace I certainly won’t last long. She’s taking every bit of me in her throat and somehow sucking me as well. Watching her work without even the slightest bit of gagging I can feel quite a familiar feeling, one that announces that I’m going to cum. I grab her hair, not to force her down, but just to get a better view. I can see her nose flair every time she swallows my cock, and when she pulls away I can see how shiny it is from her spit.

“Oh…Fuck…I’m Cumming!”

I release into my moms mouth just as she takes all of me down her throat. Instinctively I thrust my hips upward, I can feel her hands on my waist pushing me back down. Still trapping my dick in her mouth. I grunt loudly with each blast of cum. A tiny bit escapes her lips but before it could make its way down my shaft she flicks her tongue out laps it up. Swallowing every last drop, mixed of course with some of her own juices.

She kisses her way up to my chest and passes out, good thing because I was out cold seconds after I finished. And there we laid all night, in an incestious şişli escort sweat heap, until the first alarm went off. Mom stumbles off to the shower and I crawl under the covers as I have about another hour before my alarm goes off. After what feels like only seconds passing my alarm goes off, fuck that shit, snooze. Six minutes later it goes off again, I guess this means I have to actually start my day. Shower, a bagel and off to work.

My day goes on as expected, nothing exciting when you work at a pet food store. Stock the shelves, ring people up, and carry fifty pounds of dog food to someones car that’s parked on the other side of the lot. All for minimum wage. At the very last minute before the store closed some jerk-off remembered they need cat food. One case wasn’t good enough, they had to choose the different flavors, for christs sake they all smell like ass. All the employes are sitting behind the counter watching this fool try and make up his mind on what flavors his cat will like.

After ten solid minutes of reading the ingredients he settles on a handful and brings them to the counter. pays in cash and leaves. This of course means we all have to stay while the manager rebalances the register, by the time we get out it’s half past six. I hop in my car and head for home.

Waiting for me when I get home is one of my favorite sights, a hot pizza and a beautiful woman. I grab a slice a drink and a seat at the counter and begin to mindlessly eat while mom watches me.

“Hard day?” She asks

“Just the usual” I say with a mouthful of pizza

As I stare deeply into my slice I begin to ponder the events of the past days, not so much the sex part, but why it all began. Why now? What changed? What does it mean? I find myself lost in a search for answers in the pieces of pepperoni on my pizza. They are of little help, none to be exact. Certainly doesn’t stop me from staring intently. I’m broken from my trance by mom.

“Hun! Is everything alright? You seem, out of sorts.”

“Huh?! Oh. Yea. I’m fine. Just thinking is all.”

Truth is, I’m questioning our situation here, not for moral reasons, but for personal reasons. Do we want the same thing? Is she just in this for the sex or does she want more? The moral reasons can go fuck off, this is more than just having sex with my mother. The look of distraught is clear on my face, what’s even clearer is that mom notices that there’s something really troubling me.

“Now I know somethings wrong with you and it wasn’t just a long day at work. Out with it. What’s on your mind?”

I let out a sigh as I collect my thoughts and prepare myself for…actually I don’t know what I’m preparing myself for. This could be a disaster.

“Well, I’ve just been thinking. Thinking about what’s going on with us, and I know its only been two days. It’s been great, better than great actually. More than I could have ever hoped for. The sex has been phenomenal, the times spent in each others arms have been equally as great. It’s just all so sudden. A bit confusing and overwhelming. I guess what I’m saying is…why?”

Mom looked a bit taken aback by all this, I mean what eighteen year old boy doesn’t want to have great sex with a hot woman. What heterosexual male questions sex with a woman of this caliber, they just try and hold on for the ride and hope it doesn’t end too soon. This is different though, this is a matter of love, and that supersedes casual sex. Not that I’m complaining about having crazy hot sex, I would just like to know what’s going on here.

Mom looks at me, with her soft eyes, and I just melt. I want her to just hug me and kiss me on the forehead. She then reaches out and pats my hand and says

“For a long time now you’ve been the man of the house. Even as a kid you would take care of things around the house so I wouldn’t have to. On the weekends you would make yourself breakfast and watch TV so I could sleep in. You never gave me any trouble with school, never gave me any reason to worry about you. You got a job and contributed to some of the bills even though you didn’t have to. Turns out you were the man I’d been looking for my whole life. A responsible, mature, but fun loving guy who makes me laugh. I just had to make sure what I’m feeling is genuine. Sweetie I love you, and have been in love with you for some time now.”

She could have just said that last sentence for all I care. I’m on cloud nine, the woman I love loves me back. What a magical feeling, there is no day better than this one.

For the rest of the night I grin like a buffoon. Mom laughs every time she catches me looking at her with my ear to ear smile, but then kisses me each time, as lovers do.

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Busted Pt. 02

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I just had to continue this, the characters were just so much fun to work with.

I hope you like this piece. My proof reader thought it was seriously fappable, and she came over to bone me as soon as she finished it.

She’s really looking forward to part 3…

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Chapter Two

Steve Wilson closed the door behind him, sitting his briefcase on the floor next to the wide table against the wall. He emptied his pockets onto the tray on the table, then slipped off his coat, draping it over his arm. He loosened his tie as he started for his bedroom.

“How was your day Master?” Chrissie called from the kitchen.

“I had a good day little slut.” He called back. “Especially after you called and let me listen to you playing with yourself. I like it when you do that, but remind me to get you a headset for your phone. I don’t like the way you sound on the speaker phone, especially when you roll away from it.”

“I’ll pick one up tomorrow on the way home from school. I need to go by the mall and get more stockings anyway.” She said, coming over and standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “You keep tearing holes in them when you’re fucking me Master. I love it when you do that, the way you grab me and just throw me around on the bed, but its hell on the lingerie.”

“Get some more garterbelts too, but get the narrow ones, I didn’t like that wide thing you had on the other night.”

“I could tell.” She laughed, waving a spoon at him. “But it made a great handle for you to hold onto. You were using it to jerk my ass back at you like crazy.”

“We’ll figure something out.” He said, turning toward his bedroom. “How long till dinner?”

“It will be ready when you get out of the shower.” She said, watching him walk away. “Your drink is on the bathroom counter, and your robe is clean. Don’t take all night again.”

“Are we having my favorite appetizer again tonight?” He asked, stopping at his bedroom door and looking back at her.

“Of course we are Master. And it will be hot and juicy, just like you like it.”

“That’s a good little slut.” He laughed. “I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

I wonder how he’s going to react when he doesn’t get his usual bearded clam before dinner, Chrissie thought as she opened the broiler and took the steaks out. Taking the potatoes out of the oven, she cut them, then fluffed and loaded them quickly, putting them onto plates.

I guess I can tell him it’s defurred muff, a much more preferred delicacy, she thought, giggling softly as she scooped green beans onto both plates.

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One end of the table was loaded with food when Steve came back out of the bathroom wearing a thick terry cloth robe, still running his hands through his hair, finger combing it into place. There was no point getting dressed, he knew he’d be enjoying Chrissie for dessert after dinner.

Chrissie was putting a small cushion on the open end of the table, and when she saw Steve, she smiled and slipped off her robe, then turned and hopped up on the table. She leaned back and spread her legs as she wiggled her ass into a comfortable position on the cushion.

“I hope you don’t mind Master, but I changed the recipe on your appetizer tonight.” She giggled, watching him as he approached the table.

“So I can see.” Steve grinned, pulling his chair out and sitting down. “It looks even more delicious than usual.”

Chrissie giggled, delighted that he was pleased with her efforts. Things had changed dramatically in the three weeks since her father had threatened to throw her out of the house for being a lazy slut. He had told her that he was tired of her staying out until all hours, fucking a different guy every night, skipping school, and not doing anything around the house.

He had told her that the only way he would let her stay would be for her to be his personal slut, his fuck toy. She hadn’t hesitated after she saw how much bigger his cock was than any of her boyfriends, and she didn’t regret her decision one bit. She was going to school now, and actually studying, she kept the house clean, and cooked dinner for him every night. And most of all, she never stopped thinking about new ways to please him with her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.

She smiled as she watched him run his fingers lightly over the freshly shaved mound of her pussy, sighing happily when he dipped his head between her legs, lapping at the pearly droplets of girl cum glistening on the puffy inner lips of her pussy.

“Mmmmmmm, delicious as usual.” Steve moaned, spreading the lips of her cunt with his thumbs, then dragging his tongue slowly up the length of the sloppy wet slit. Licking and sucking lightly, he ran his tongue all around, darting it Küçükköy Escort up into the tight hole of her cunt, then slapping it up and down the length of her pussy over and over.

Chrissie purred as his mouth worked its magic on her, then moaned when she felt him lift his mouth away. Opening her eyes, she saw that he had gotten to his feet, the rigid stalk of his cock jutting up out of his robe.

“Ooooohhh, are you going to have dessert before you eat your dinner Master?” She giggled.

Steve didn’t answer, he was rubbing his cock back and forth, then up and down over the soft smooth skin of her pussy mound. He ran his cock between her legs for a minute, then pulled back, fitting the head into the tight wet opening of her pussy and pressed forward.

His cock drove in slowly in one long, slow stroke, not stopping until the curly hairs at the base of his cock pressed against the clean shaved skin of her cunt.

“Oh Master! That feels so good!” Chrissie moaned, looking up at him. “Your little slut loves how your big cock feels inside her, filling her up. You have the perfect cock Master, it feels like it was made for your slut’s pussy.”

Steve closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he savored the sensation of the silky smooth inner walls of her cunt clenching and clasping around his throbbing cockshaft.

The tight ring of muscle at her opening squeezed around the root of his cock, tightening and releasing, making his cock twitch and jerk inside her.

“Does your slut’s pussy feel good sucking on your cock Master?” Chrissie asked, working her pussy muscles rhythmically. She watched him as she stood between her legs, not moving. “Do you want me to make you cum like this Master? You can just stand there and…”

“No…not right now little slut.” He said, opening his eyes and looking down at her. “I…I couldn’t resist. I just had to feel that perfect pussy around my cock.”

She suppressed a whimper as he pulled back slowly, letting his cock slip from her cunt.

Sliding off the table, she grabbed the cushion off the table, then leaned over him, taking his cock into her mouth. She bobbed lightly up and down a few times, then pulled back, smiling at him.

“I couldn’t let my Master eat his dinner with his cock all sticky with his slut’s juices on it.”

She smiled, tossing the cushion on a chair.

Steve laughed as she sat a plate in front of him, picking up his knife and fork and digging into the steak.

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“Do you have anything special you’d like to do tonight Master?” Chrissie asked as she cleared the table. “I have lots of new outfits…I mean you did say you wanted to make me your slutty little Barbie doll…”

“And that turned out way better than I expected!” Steve laughed. “And lots more expensive too! But I’ve liked everything you’ve worn so far, so why don’t you go pick out something you think I’ll like.”

“Of course, your slut could always go au naturale. “She said as she came out of the kitchen. She held her robe open, cocking her hip to one side as she stood with her legs spread apart.

“As much as I love to look at that beautiful body, seeing it in sexy lingerie makes me want to fuck you that much more.” He said, stepping over to the sideboard and making himself a drink. “Naked is sexy, but scantily clad is way over the top sexy. You just look hotter with something covering parts of you.”

“And my Master likes to rip the clothes off his slutty barbie doll so he can get at the parts that are covered up.” Chrissie laughed. “But I like it too. I like it when you’re rough with me Master. I think it’s so hot when you jerk my bra down, breaking the strap then leaving my boob hanging out, or…”

“Go get dressed little slut, or your going to get fucked right here, bent over this table.”

Steve said, then grinned when her saw her eyes light up with delight. “No…keep the robe on and go put on something lacy and racy that will turn me on. I’ll be in my bedroom waiting for you.”

“The day I can’t turn you on with just this…” She said as she opened the robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting him see every inch of her curvaceous body, then turned and headed for her bedroom, dragging the robe behind her as she sashayed down the hall.

“Is the day the door hits this fine ass as it closes behind it.”

“You got that right little slut.” He muttered, staring at her as she moved away. “You damn sure got that right.”

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Steve was laying on his bed watching a video of Chrissie sucking his dick when she stepped into the doorway.

She was wearing a sheer, pale yellow bra with matching crotchless panties, a yellow garterbelt and stockings. Küçükköy Escort Bayan She stood in the doorway for a moment, hands on hips, legs spread apart, shoulders back making her breasts stand high and proud on her chest.

“Fuck me…” Steve muttered, staring at her.

“Of course Master.” Chrissie laughed as she walked slowly over to the bed, her hips swaying back and forth sensuously, her full, firm tits jiggling provocatively.

“Your little fuck toy needs you to stuff all of her horny little holes tonight.” She said as she crawled up onto the bed, staring at the stiff shaft of his cock jutting up from between his legs. “I didn’t even use any toys when I played with myself today. The only thing I wanted in my pussy or my ass was your big, beautiful cock.”

“Jesus, I should have started fucking you sooner.” He moaned, watching as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, caressing it gently.

“I would have loved that, but you would have gone to jail for having sex with a minor, and some big, tattooed bald guy would be fucking you in the ass instead of you doing that to me.” She laughed, dropping her head and sucking his cock into her mouth.

Steve laughed, sliding down on the bed and grabbing her leg, pulling her around and bringing her up on top of him.

Chrissie moaned around his cock as he plastered his mouth to her cunt before she even got her legs settled on either side of his chest and started licking and sucking hungrily.

Rocking back and forth, she ground her pussy down onto his face, then let his cock slip between deeper into her throat. She loved getting on top of him like this even if he wasn’t eating her out, because this position let her get more of his cock in her mouth more easily.

She could swallow his cock to the root without choking or gagging, just fucking the thick shaft as deep into her throat as she wanted.

Steve’s fingers dug into the meaty cheeks of her ass, pulling her pussy down harder onto his face as her slithered his tongue into the sloppy wet slit of her pussy, then darted his tongue up into the tight, juice dripping hole. She shivered as he started fucking her with his tongue, swishing the nimble labia around the tight ring of muscle guarding the opening, then stabbing it in and out rapidly.

They ate each other hungrily, rocking back and forth, humping and grinding against each other. It became a battle of mouths, both of them trying to force the other to surrender to their lust before they gave in themselves.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Chrissie whimpered, letting his cock slip from between her lips as she submitted to the overwhelming pleasure his mouth was giving her. “Your slut needs your cock where your tongue is Master! Please! Give me your cock!”

Steve grinned into her pouty pussylips, then pushed down on her ass as he slid up on the bed under her. Chrissie scooted down on the bed, getting her knees under her, dropping her shoulders as she rested her weight on her forearms, arching her ass up at him.

Grabbing her hips, Steve thrust his hips forward, his cock slipping easily into her tight wet cunt. They both moaned as his cock bulled balls deep in one long, slow stroke.

Chrissie started rocking back and forth, making his cock plunge in and out of her quivering cunt chute. She threw her head back as her eyes rolled up in her head from the heavenly sensation of her Master’s cock fill her slutty little cunt hole.

Steve knelt behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips as he watched his cock sluice in and out between the puffy pink lips of her pussy. He kept his hips arched forward as she slammed her ass back at him, taking his cock deeper on every stroke.

His eyes moved up, focusing on the wrinkled pink ring of her asshole. The tight puckered opening winked at him every time she moved, and he was almost mesmerized by it. He felt his cock throb and swell inside her, and he heard her moan as she felt it.

Moving one hand over, her traced his finger around the puckered pink ring of her asshole, felling her shudder at the feather light strokes.

“Do it Master! Stick your finger up my ass while you fuck your slut’s cunt with your fat fucking cock.” She hissed, burying her face in her forearms as she jammed her ass back onto his cock.

Steve pressed the tip of his finger into her asshole, smiling when it slid in easily. She had greased up her shit chute for him. She only did that on days she really wanted to get assfucked. If he wanted to use her asshole on other days, she never resisted, but he had to lube her up with his tongue and her pussy juice.

Chrissie whimpered as she felt his finger slipping in to the second knuckle, and he Escort Küçükköy started twisting it back and forth as her pumped it in and out slowly. She squeezed her ass muscles around the probing digit, humping her ass up at it, trying to get it deeper inside her.

“My little slut wants her little butt hole filled with a big cock, doesn’t she?” He asked, pressing his finger in to the root and wiggling it back and forth. “How long are you going to be able to hol…”

“Oh fuck! Do it Master!” she cried, letting her body fall forward on the bed as she reached back, grabbing her asscheeks and spreading them wide. “Stick your big fucking cock up your slut’s ass and fuck her till you blow a big load of cum! Come on! Fuck my asshole! I neeeeeddd iiiittttttt so bbbaaaaddddddd!”

“Well, who am I to deny my little slut something she needs so bad.” Steve laughed as he fit the swollen knob of his cock against her puckered pink asshole, then pressed forward slowly.

“Ooooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkkk! That’s just what I wanted!” She screamed into the bed, jamming her ass up at him, making the head and three inches of his cock drive into her back passage. “Oh fuck, it’s so good! Your fucking cock feels so good in my asshole! Oh god, please fuck me Master! Just shove your cock up my ass and fuck the shit out of me!”

Steve stretched out on top of her, letting his body weight force his cock into her asshole as he settled over her. Resting his knees on the bed on either side of her, he squeezed her legs between his as his hands slid under her, cupping her tits through the sheer material of her bra.

Chrissie whimpered as he pinched her nipples, squeezing and twisting them roughly. Her ass humped back at him as he started slamming his cock into her shit chute, pulling out halfway, then driving back in again.

“Deeper Master! I want to feel all of your big cock up my slutty little asshole.” She moaned, rocking her head back and forth. “Give it to me! Fuck me harder! Tear my little asshole to pieces with that huge fucking cock!”

Steve was already gasping for breath, and he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, but he was determined to make her cum before he blasted a big load of hot, sticky jizz into her ass guts.

Slamming his hips forward, her drove every inch of his cock into her asshole, then started fucking her at a feverish pace. He pulled out till just the head was inside her puckered poop chute, then plowed it back in, his balls smacking against her pussylips. He fucked her like a machine, his cock pistoning in and out of her in long, tip to root lunges.

Chrissie writhed and thrashed under him, the pleasure of his rough assfucking flowing over her in rhythmic waves. Whimpering and moaning happily, she threw her head back and screamed as a powerfully orgasm swept over her.

“Oh god! That’s perfect! Keep fucking me Daddy! Fuck your little slut!” She screamed, her eyes clenched shut as she rocked her head back and forth. “Oh fuck! I love what you’re doing to me Daddy! Thank you so much for making me your little slut! Ohmyfuckinggod! I’m going to cum again! I’m gonna cum all over your big fucking cock!”

Steve froze for a second, his cock buried balls deep in his daughter’s asshole. Recovering quickly, he pulled back, then plunged his cock back into her, his ass a blur as he fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. He felt his balls quiver as the wrinkled sac of his scrotum pulled up tight under his cock, and he felt the first fiery slugs of cum racing up the shaft of his cock, then spraying in thick, sticky ropes deep in her ass guts.

Chrissie went wild under him as she felt his hot cum spewing into her ass passage. Thrashing and jerking spastically, she heaved her ass up at his cock, almost throwing him off. Steve had to tighten his arms and legs around her to stay on top of her, but his cock never stilled for an instant.

Grunting and gasping harshly, he slammed his cock in and out of her until finally, he collapsed in an exhausted heap on top of her. Chrissie wriggled and writhed under him, humping her ass up at him mindlessly as her shit chute squeezed and milked his stone hard cock.

They lay like that for long minutes, catching their breath. Steve started to pull out, but a pitiful whimper from her made him stop.

“You uh…you called me Daddy.” he said softly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“I don’t care.” Chrissie sighed, squirming under him. “I’m so happy right now Master. You feel so good laying on me, your big cock still so hard in your little slut’s asshole. Life is perfect.”

Turning her head, she kissed his cheek gently, smiling at him.

“I love you Daddy. Thank you so much for letting me be your little slut.” She said softly.

“I love you too baby. You’re the best little slut a Daddy or Master could ask for.”

(-)

Okay, that’s all for Chapter Two. I hope you enjoyed it.

The next chapter should be done soon. It’s mostly written, I just need to clean it up a little.

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Ch. 06: The Naughty One

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The guest room’s silver doorknob turned, and the heavy door swung open wide. The scent of pure sex rolled out of the room like fog, freed from it’s cage, and poured itself into the hallway, rolling around the legs of the powerful figure that loomed in the door frame. Richard cut an imposing silhouette, with the light behind him, his long shadow falling across the carpet of the hallway and onto the opposite wall, concealing his features in darkness. As he stepped through the portal into the hall, the lighting began to even out, and one could see his thick, powerful slabs of rippling muscle, only further emphasized by the sheen of sweat covering his body. Between his legs swung a fearsome monster, only half-hard and still more than a foot long, struggling to support itself it’s own immense weight. The titanic shaft gleamed with the juices of the peacefully slumbering petite teen not fifteen feet behind him, her swollen womb still swimming with a gallon of potent baby-batter. He’d certainly enjoyed their intense fuck, but he shifted his attention to the task at hand, to do the same for three more girls before the day’s end. His member lurched with it’s approval of the plan.

He turned for the stairs and began to stride forward, long, confident strides quickly eating up the distance to his next target. He had to admit, he was somewhat curious as to what the girls had all been doing while he was occupied with Aiko. Almost as though to answer his unspoken question, a faint and curious sound met his ears, one he almost recognized. He paused, listening intently for the source of it for a long moment before it came to his ears once again. He turned, his previous haste forgotten as curiosity overtook him, eyes looking on the door to his daughter’s room, a sliver of light escaping into the windowless hall through the tiny gap between door and door frame. His brows furrowed as he tried to place the sound he was hearing, it was just too quiet to place it but he knew he recognized it somehow. He reached out, pushing the door open just a little bit wider. A scent rolled out to meet him, a familiar scent, but one just as unrecognizable as that odd sound. Speaking of the sound, it definitely got louder as the door opened. And now there was a new sound, a hum that rose and fell in volume, a rhythmic pulsing. He puzzled at that for a moment, before curiosity got the better of him and he pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.

Sam’s room was a familiar sight to him, but the intense look was shocking to many when the first laid eyes upon it. Rich was not usually one to approve of extravagant decorating, but his little girl had managed to avoid his usual objections by wearing him down for each piece one at a time. By the time he’d seen it all coming together, he room was already the ultimate goth scene. At first, she’d begged for the paint to redo her walls into their current shade of deep purple, promising to do the painting herself. She’d only asked for his help with the edges, but soon enough he’d taken over the job while she was off at school. Then she’d wanted to redo the ceiling, to black, and this time carried through on her promise to do it herself, only to drip paint on the carpet. Since if needed to be replaced anyway, she’d found just the perfect pattern to do it, a deep, plush black carpet with little purple flowers. Well, they were supposed to be flowers, they really just looked like spots as soon as they got stepped on. Then piece by piece, all her furniture had needed replacing, but she had found a great place that offered trade-ins, and had the most beautiful sets of deep ebony, ornate furniture, for a ‘great deal’. He had to admit, the pure black popped out surprisingly nicely against the purple walls. The final piece had been her bed, a massive ebony four-poster bed she’d dug up on the internet, going free to anybody who could come and get it out of some old dead lady’s creepy house. She’d made a black mesh canopy for it, and had managed to use the puppy-dog eyes to get him to buy her the purple silk sheets for it. Since then she’d kept adding details, painting black abstract patterns and shapes onto the solid purple walls. All told, it was an impressively dark abode for such a cheerful girl, but she’d always been fond of the goth style for some inexplicable reason. He never really got it, and while he had to admit he wasn’t happy about the tricks she pulled to get it, she was his little angel, and he was helpless to do anything but love her. As he glanced around the room, he noted that the closet was open for some reason, all the stuff emptied out of it and piled on either side of it. But what he saw next made him forget his curiosity on that particular point.

Anna stood at the edge of the bed, her back to him, fully dressed, if one could call that barely-there outfit dressed. She stood out amid the darkness like a beacon, every aspect of her bright against the purple and black. From her shimmering copper hair, her pale, Esenyurt Escort freckle-dusted skin, that tied-up white top, the micro-mini plaid skirt that stopped just short of covering her entire pale rear, to those delectable legs, emphasized by the pure white thigh-high stockings that could in no way be considered to meet up with that skirt, baring a lovely look at her tender, creamy thighs. As his gaze lingered, his eyes took note the her hips were rocking, that tiny skirt lifting and falling in time with the sound of the hum, each movement causing that pale, flawless derriere to wax and wane before his eyes. A sudden movement drew his eyes down, and he finally took note of a second pair of legs, these wrapped in black, lacy stockings, and twitched with each movement of Anna’s hips. As the sound came once again, all the pieces fell into place, and a grin spread across his face. That mysterious sound was a whimper he’d heard just the night before, the sound his little girl made when holding back an orgasm. Judging from the volume, she had buried her face in one of her pillows to muffle the noise. The mysterious hum was obvious once he saw the edge of a little black strap on Anna’s rear. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but from what he knew of Anna, it was probably pretty big. And the unfamiliar scent wasn’t unfamiliar at all, simply missing a common ingredient. It was the scent of sex, female juices, sweat, and arousal, but without the masculine musk he usually associated with it. It was the smell of girl-on-girl, one he’d never had the chance to enjoy before this moment.

By the time his mind had finished processing the intensely erotic display of womanly passion, his meaty member had once more returned to its full hardness, an unbreakable rod of diamond-hard cock. The fat, gleaming head once more rose skyward, the purple crown atop a pillar of manhood that knew no equal. The shaft pulsed with his heartbeat, the thick veins that supplied the beast straining as they struggled to keep up with the demand. He felt it practically pulling him toward the two of them, like a lewd divining rod, hot on the trail of a well to bore. His smile grew more wicked as he fought back the urge, deciding to play things cool for the moment. He leaned to one side, shoulder against the door frame, his massive arms crossing over his broad chest. He waited for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of that peachy, pale posterior pumping a powerful pulsing prong into perfect pink pussy, than broke his silence by clearing his throat.

The two girls visibly jumped at the sudden noise. Anna twisted her torso to look for the source of the sound, but the awkward angle and the undeniable momentum of her bra-less, basketball-sized tits conspired against her balance. She tipped, her hips twisting instinctively to try to get her legs underneath her, but they weren’t fast enough, and she spilled to the ground with an undignified thump, landing sprawled on the plush black-and-purple carpeting. The sudden hip-swing and ensuing fall had mercilessly misused the foot-long, knobby shaft of plastic that still buzzed and wiggled lewdly where it was attached to Anna’s hips, and had roughly dragged the bulbous beast from Sam’s glistening slit, in turn dragging a ragged, trembling moan from her throat as she came suddenly. Her body shivered for a long moment even as Anna picked herself back up from the spill, eyes wide with panic.

Rich’s face betrayed no emotion. “Am I… interrupting something?” He asked sarcastically as he pushed off from the door frame and sauntered into the room, with slow, deliberate steps. Anna looked frightened as she pushed herself up from the ground and struggled to get at the switch to turn off the strap-on vibe. Sam still trembled as she tried to push herself up off the bed, turning to look at her father. “D-Daddy, we were- I just-” She stammered out, nervously, still weak with shocks of pleasure. Rich settled himself down on the bed, holding up a hand for silence. “Don’t start. I’m quite upset with you, Sam.” He spoke, looking quite stern. Anna began to edge her way toward the door as subtly as possible. Sam’s lip trembled. This wasn’t how she’d wanted to let him know about how far the two of them had gone, but this wasn’t how she’d expected him to react, regardless of how the news broke. Rich’s hand rose high suddenly, and his muscles flexed as it came down, delivering a stinging slap to his daughter’s rear, right over the strap of her garter, leaving a reddened hand-print on her pale cheek. “Well, envious, really.” He explained, dropping his mask of disapproval as his face split into a grin. Sam felt as though a great weight had lifted off her shoulders, and let out a sigh as tension faded away. Anna looked visibly relieved. She’d had a few bad experiences of hooking up with girls who had less progressive parents. Ever since the one family tried to get an exorcism done on her, she’d been a little jumpy about her preferences being discovered.

Rich cleaned in and planted a soft kiss on Sam’s forehead, Esenyurt Escort Bayan a moment of pure affection before his hand once more returned to her reddened rear, gently kneading the flesh. “I’m fine with whatever you two want to do with each other, and to be perfectly honest, it’s hot as hell to watch. I do have some questions, but they can wait. First things first, I think somebody needs to be punished for not telling me about all this.” He grinned wickedly, his fingers creeping down between her thighs, his long digit running over her over-sensitive folds as the last of her orgasm faded away. Sam wiggled under his touch, but was still too weak to move much. “Daddy…” she pouted as the too-sharp sensations shot through her body from her hips. Anna’s eyes were now tightly focused on the scene of his thick digits as they teased her trembling pink lips. It was a deliciously naughty view, and the tip of her tongue subconsciously slipped out to wet her own lips. Richard’s eyes glanced to Anna. “And I think I know just the girl to help with it…” He commented, gesturing the redhead to come up on the bed. Anna’s eyebrows arced in a bit of surprise at the invitation. But surprised as she was, it was a pretty appealing invitation, and she wasn’t going to pass on it. She hurriedly unhooked the straps of the strap-on vibrator and cast it aside as she made her way up onto the lavender silk sheets. “With pleasure, ‘Master~’.” She giggled as her own hand came to rest upon the reddened bubble of Sam’s tasty rear. Rich looked curiously at the teen, as his fingers made tiny motions over his daughter’s sensitive folds. Sam squirmed under the delicate, teasing touches on her oversensitive slit, letting out whimpers as the merciless teasing continued. Anna simply giggled once more, giving him a knowing grin. “Nothing…”

Somehow, rich wasn’t quite convinced, but at the moment, he had bigger things on his mind. As Anna’s hand joined his on Sam’s plump bubble but, he smirked. He leaned down to Sam’s head and whispered hotly into her ear as his finger curled deeper into her tender slit, pushing the digit into her honeypot to the second knuckle. Her back arched as she let out a sharp gasp at the sudden penetration. He grinned wickedly, straightening back up once again, and turning his gaze back to Anna. “Ready to get the punishment started?” He asked. Anna bit her plump pink lip and gave a nod. Rich slowly pulled his invading finger from Sam’s trembling snatch and raised it up, the blunt digit glistening with juices, and offered it to the naughty redhead. With a saucy grin, she opened her mouth, pulling the finger into her mouth, her tongue rolling all around it, savoring sam’s savory juices as she sucked it clean for Rich.

Rich let the girl enjoy his finger for a half a moment, steering it around her mouth to let her taste all of it. But when it slipped into her cheek, suddenly, he curled the digit, and pinned the girl’s lip between thumb and forefinger. Anna’s eyes widened, and rich’s grin grew yet more wicked. “Punishment for the naughty little slut who’s been fooling around with my little girl, that is.” He clarified. With his grip on her cheek, he steered the helpless teen from her seat until she was laying back, keeping her pinned there as Sam pushed herself to her knees and moved over, gathering her wrists one by one. Once that was done, she pulled them up above the redhead’s head and pinned them to the sheets there. As he saw the pin complete, he pulled his fingers from her plump lips, freeing her to speak as he looked down upon his new captive with a satisfied smirk.

Anna pouted as the trap was sprung. “No fair~!” she whined, pulling at the pin on her hands. “I guess I should have expected this from you, ‘Master’.” she added with a little barb of spite. Rich shook his head. “Alright, now I gotta know, what’s this about ‘master’?” He asked, looking up to his daughter. Sam’s face flushed with a bit of embarrassment. “Sorry daddy… I couldn’t resist a peek.” She confessed, and gave a nod toward the closet. Rich’s eyes followed hers, and with a new angle on it, he could see all the way to the back. The stuff had been cleared out of the closet to make a path to the back, the clothes pushed to one side or the other to expose a hidden access panel. The panel was pushed open, just a bit, and on the other side one could see the darkness of the guest room’s closet. Anna smirked teasingly. “We saw all~ the good stuff. You’re a dirty old man, aren’t you, Dick, teasing an innocent little thing like Aiko, making her call you ‘master’, fucking your own daughter… Makes me wonder what you’ve got in store for little old me…” she taunted, a glint of eagerness in her eyes.

He leaned in for a moment. “Nice try, but I’m not gonna get distracted that easy. I’ve gotta pay you back for getting to taste my little girl before me.” he commented, reaching forward with a massive hand to cup one massive, pale tit, barely contained by the tight white top. His fingers roamed that enormous mound until the closed Escort Esenyurt upon the thick, hard pebble atop the peak, teasingly pinching and tweaking the sensitive bud and drawing a gasp from the prisoner. He shifted where he sat, throwing a leg over her to straddle her slender waist, kneeling over her prone form as she wiggled helplessly. His hands remained upon those mouth-watering mounds, constantly teasing the sensitive pillows. “Not to mention payback for all those years of teasing me with these huge knockers.” He added, punctuating the statement by roughly squeezing those enormous spheres.

Anna giggled slyly. “Why, Dick, I thought you hadn’t noticed!” she commented, wiggling her shoulders slightly, the tiny movement translating to an enormous wobble in those mountainous mammaries, making them jiggle alluringly in his hands. “It certainly took you long enough to act on it! How many years have I been wearing those enormous tees to Sam’s sleepovers? You remember them, don’t you? The ones that are all stretched out, with the neckline that goes so deep, the ones just long enough to fail to cover my panties… so loose that every time I bent over, you could see every~ inch of cleavage…” She recalled, pushing out her chest to jog his memory. “And to think, all it took was one well-placed beer bottle… If I’d known that was all it took, I’d have done it years ago.” She added, still smirking.

Rich’s mighty shaft pulsed as memories flooded to mind, images of those loose tees, all the teasing that was so obvious in hindsight. Thoughts of lust he’d long repressed in the interest of being a good father. But now, he was free of the restrictions he’d placed on himself, free to act on every erotic fantasy he’d ever struggled to contain. He growled with lust, eyes locked on that deep valley of creamy, freckled cleavage. A grin crossed his features, and one strong hand reached down. He took hold of the knot that bound her top together into the makeshift pushup bra it was at the moment, and pulled it up toward him, his muscles bulging with power. The fabric strained, compressing those bountiful breasts together and creating a perfect channel. He shifted his hips, aiming his monstrous weapon down and thrusting forward, driving the monstrous, meaty shaft into the valley of her tits. It was an incredible sensation, a soft, tight tunnel of flesh, pressing hard around his beastly pole, and he groaned with the pleasure of it.

Anna gave a saucy grin. “Ooh, you like that, huh? You like the feel of my big, juicy titties on that big, fat cock?” She asked, teasingly. Rich grunted an affirmative, pausing for a moment to shuffle his knees forward for a better angle. Anna smirked, rolling her shoulders, making her titanic sweater-puppies wobble wildly against his iron shaft. “Mmmm… You’re so hot and thick between my tits… Much bigger than the boys in school.” With his new position, he pushed forward once again, driving his monster into the fleshy valley until his churning balls slapped against the lower slopes of her tits and the fat, purple crown pushed free of the chasm, driving forward until it hovered just above her plush, pillowy lips. Her eyes crossed slightly as they tried to focus on the bulbous knob, lips parting wordlessly in surprise. Rich grinned at her stunned silence. “No commentary?” He teased. Anna swallowed. “Nobody’s ever gone all the way through… They always get buried…” She breathed out, her words hot on the purple tip, coming forth like she was in a trance. Rich grinned to himself, and flexed, making the beastly log jump between her mounds once before he started to slowly saw the fat shaft through her creamy tits. Anna’s eyes followed the pulsing head, almost as though she was hypnotized. “Nobody’s ever made it out… not even coach Black could reach my lips…” She muttered softly.

Rich began to work his hips back and forth, sawing the mighty shaft back until those pillowy mounds threatened to swallow it, then driving forward once again, making her monstrous melons wobble and shake as his hips slapped into them with each buck of his hips. Anna’s tongue slid from her mouth almost subconsciously, delicately flicking over the swollen knob at first, each touch of tongue to shaft grew longer, more intense, and soon she was lavishing long, lusty slurps upon the angry purple tip each time it came close. As his thrusts grew faster, her breath became hotter and more ragged with lust, and his grip on the knot of her top tightened, pulling at it until the fabric strained from the pressure on her titanic tits, tightening the channel of tit-flesh he fucked through. The lusty titfuck went on like this for what seemed like ages, lips, tongue, cock, and tits all coming together in a lewd waltz. But as the climax approached, and he tightened his grip one final time, there was a ripping sound, and he found himself holding the knot that had once held her top together. Looking down, he was witness to a rare sight, the enormous, pale mounds of Anna’s chest spilling out from the confines of the now-useless top, an ocean of tit-flesh, the orbs crowned with fat pink nipples that drew ragged shapes in the air as they wobbled their way apart. Anna only seemed to notice the change in wardrobe once the crown she slurped at sprang up, out of her lips, the pressure of her orbs no longer keeping it in place.

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It took quite a bit of hugging before her mental meltdown receded at which point, her body alerted her quite clearly and quickly that it was hungry, thirsty and weak. Her dad took care of her weakness by chauffeuring her back to the car on his mountain bike. Two hamburgers, two fries, and one milkshake took care of her hunger and thirst. She laid down at home for a quick nap and woke up the next day. Oops!

After telling her parents one thousand times that she okay, she was allowed to go to the hotel where she had to tell her grandma that she was okay several times, at which point she was allowed to go back to work.

Everyone treated her with kid gloves for about a week and then life went back to normal. Except it didn’t! She wasn’t upset anymore, but her curiosity was killing her! How the heck did her mom and dad start sleeping together? That wasn’t normal! Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore and visited her grandma.

“Grandma?”

“Yes?”

‘Can you tell me about mom and dad?”

Her grandma paused, and she felt hesitancy.

“Please grandma! I’m so curious! I can’t think of anything else. They are my mom and dad! I need to know how it happened! Please!”

There was a small sigh, and then her grandma sat down and patted the couch for her to sit down.

“Were they always close?”

“Yes, they were always close.”

“Closer than Catherine and I?”

“Yes. They were inseparable. They hung around all the time even when they got older. Your mom was a tomboy and they hung together like glue.”

“Were they sleeping together in high school?”

“No. Your mom discovered boys. They were still close, but your mom became very busy with her social life.”

“What about dad?”

“He spent a lot of time in his room playing computer games and building computers and hanging out with a few male friends.”

“Did he go out with girls in high school?”

Her grandma got a sad look on her face. “No. Your dad was painfully shy around girls except for your mom. I worried about him.”

“Why was he shy?”

“I don’t know. He was a good looking boy. I never understood what the problem was.”

“So when did ‘you know what’ happen?”

“Your mom got accepted into university. Your dad got accepted at several schools, including your mom’s. He was very smart. He chose to go with her which made your grandpa and me very happy.”

“Why?”

“Because by then your mom was a hellraiser and we were worried about what would happen to her on her own.”

“Mom was a hellraiser?”

“Yes. She was out until all hours many nights! She worried your grandpa and me sick. Sometimes she would call your dad in the middle of the night to come get her.”

“Wasn’t he sleeping?”

“Yes, but your mom knew that he would come get her no matter what. He would do anything for her.”

“We were definitely relieved when your dad went with your mom. It made us feel better knowing that he would be with her.”

“When did ‘you know what’ happen?”

“Sometime during the first year. I don’t know the details. When they came home for the summer, I started to get suspicious.”

“Why?”

“Well, you’re mom starting hanging out with your dad all the time instead of going out with her friends, and she volunteered to do the laundry and started washing her sheets all the time, and there was always a big beach towel in the laundry. Sometimes I would catch her looking at him differently. Once I clued in it was easy to verify. They were quite busy!”

“What happened then? What did you do?”

“I worried a lot, but I couldn’t bring myself to confront them. I slipped a letter into their stuff when they drove back.”

“So they knew you knew?”

“Yes.”

“What happened then?”

“You and Catherine happened!”

“Oh-oh!”

“Yes! Big oh-oh!

“Wasn’t mom on the pill?”

“Yes, and then she had an IUD inserted which is supposed to be even safer.”

“How did she get pregnant then?”

Her grandma smiled at her. “I guess you were meant to be.”

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She felt Amanda staring at the back of her head. It wasn’t normal for Amanda to be at a loss for words. She looked around. “What’s up honey?”

“Can I ask about you and dad?”

She’d been waiting for the topic to come up and was surprised it took Amanda so long. “Ask away!”

“Grandma said you got close during your first year at university?”

“You already talked to your grandma did you?”

Amanda looked embarrassed but only for a second. “Yes. She said you were always close and dad was shy with girls, and you were a hellraiser, and they were glad dad went with you so he could watch you.”

She grinned at Amanda. “Yes, yes, sometimes and yes! Your dad definitely watched me! Too well!”

Amanda felt relieved. Her mom didn’t seem upset. She scooted over as close as she could get. “How did it happen, mom?” She asked excitedly.

Her mom smiled. “Your dad was a very naughty boy! We each had our own room, and he installed a hidden escort şişli video camera in mine to film me in bed!”

Amanda got a look of disbelief on her face. “No!”

“Yes! I found out by accident when I went to use his computer.”

“What did you do?”

“At first, I was furious, but then I decided to take advantage of the situation. I punished him! I made him do everything for me, the dishes, cooking, laundry, shopping, everything! I made him drive me everywhere! I even made him give me foot massages!”

“Foot massages?”

“I wore high heels in my part-time job, and my feet killed me. I didn’t think he would actually do it, but he did. That’s how it started.”

“What do you mean?’

“Your dad gives very stimulating massages!”

“He does?”

“Yes!”

“He’s never given me any!”

“You don’t wear heels! Over time I started to look forward to his massages. They felt so nice! He always rubbed some warm scented oil into my skin and patiently rubbed my feet for as long as I wanted. He has very strong fingers! It was so relaxing I often nodded off, but one night I got aroused. Then I started to look forward to our sessions, to his touch. His hands felt wonderful. I started wearing skimpy robes and having him rub me all over. One thing led to another. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We were out celebrating the end of school and dancing and drinking. Your dad is a great dancer, and we were in a dark corner dancing really close, grinding against each other. His hands were all over me. It felt wonderful. I knew it was the night! We rushed home and kissed and groped each other all the way to the apartment.”

“And then?” Amanda asked eagerly.

“I barfed all over the place! Your dad held my hair until I was done puking in the toilet and then he put me to bed.”

“Oh no! That’s terrible! What happened then?”

“Your father surprised me the next night with a very romantic evening. He ordered our favorite takeout food, and we ate by candlelight, and then we danced even though my hair was still wet and tangled from the shower.”

“And? Mom!!”

“Then we made love. I never felt so satisfied and comfortable in all my life! The rest, including you and your sister, is history!”

“That’s amazing mom! So romantic! Thanks for telling me!”

“It was amazing and still is!”

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Dear Amanda

I’m leaving the hotel.

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Not right away but in a few months.

Why?

Sam proposed to me.

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We’re finally going to tie the knot! After my horrible experience with Sean, I vowed never to marry again and so did Sam based on his two-timing first wife. But Sam is not Sean, and I’m not his first wife. He’s a wonderful man, and I want to live with him, and he wants to be with me.

He wants me to move in with him, and help grow his business. Right now it’s just him and Nathan, and there is only so much they can do. There are lots of opportunities to grow the business, but they don’t have the manpower. Everyone in town knows Sam and respects him. He wants to hire more people to expand his shop, and the towing business and whatever else comes up. I’ll answer the phones and do the accounting, run the office and everything else that needs doing outside of fixing and towing vehicles. It’s going to be a well-run business! That may sound cocky, but Sam’s good and so am I! I’m not just a pair of big tits, and I owe it all to your grandma! She’s been so good to me, boosting my confidence, encouraging me to branch out. Everyone should have a mother or mentor or a grandma like her! She’s the best!

Susan was disappointed when I told her, but she was also happy for me.

We talked about you. She thinks you’re amazing and loves working with you and being around you! Did you know that? You should know! She’s always preferred you over Catherine although she would never admit it. Don’t tell her I told you! She still talks about the day when you were little, and we were sick, and you held the fort all day with your dad! It was pretty amazing!

We talked about my place. It was an incredible gift from your grandparents! They charged me next to nothing for my unit, and now I own it. I’m making the same offer to you. The minute I move out, it’s yours. We’ll go to the lawyer and transfer the ownership. It’s yours for the same price I paid. You can pay what you have, and I’ll give you a private mortgage for the remaining balance just like they did for me. No one deserves to live here more than you! This place has been in your blood from day one. Let me know what you think about my offer. I know your grandma would love to have you as a neighbor!

We, your grandma and me and you will need to interview a replacement for me. Your grandma wants you involved and so do I. After all, you will have to work with the new person. If you know of any ideal candidates, let us know.

Did you know Susan wants to bow out in a few years? Not right away and not completely but eventually. She and Dave have nişantaşı escort lots of money, and she wants to do ‘whatever she damn well feels like,’ as she put it, for the rest of her life.

Do you know what that means? The whole place will be yours to run as you see fit, and you’ll still be young! Hell, you’ll barely be twenty-five! Everyone else couldn’t understand why you couldn’t be more like Catherine, but not me! I hated school! They all thought you were throwing your life away, but you’re going to be running this place before Catherine even finishes her degree and even with your parent’s help she’ll be in debt! Not you!

Let me know what you think about moving into my place! It’s yours for the taking.

Love, Tara!

It took a while for everything to sink in. The news was huge! Tara was leaving the hotel! She never thought that would ever happen. Tara loved the hotel and her grandma. She could have Tara’s place if she wanted! That was even more amazing! She had enough money saved for a decent down payment. She visualized going to the lawyer and scribbling her signature on the ownership form. It was a pleasant image!

It would mean leaving home. She would miss her mom and dad, but they would still be close, and she would see them a lot. And they could visit her at her new place, and she would be right next door to her grandpa and grandma! No more walking or biking to work! Sleeping would be better at the hotel. No more interruptions in the morning from her parent’s nookie sessions! She was pretty sure her grandma and grandpa wouldn’t be waking her up too much.

And! She’d be able to have Kate over! They could do whatever they wanted in the privacy of her new place. Hmmm!

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Hmmm! Yummy! Kate purred inside. She was back from the fabulous sexual flash flood that had just swept her away! Unbelievable! Amanda’s toasty warm body cocooned her in a loving embrace. She had no idea how much time had passed.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Amanda whispered in her ear.

“Shh!” She said softly and squeezed Amanda’s long fingers. She wasn’t ready for thoughts or talking yet. She was focused on feeling and remembering and savoring what had just happened. She’d waited a long time for such a day. At times she wondered if such events happened to real people, especially gay female people in Silver City, or just in the pulp novels that she read. Now she knew the answer! She needed to burn it into her memory before it faded, in case it never happened again. When she was a ninety-year-old sitting in her rocker in a nursing home, she could flashback to today!

Her mind drifted back to the events leading up to the moment.

It all started on the ride home after dropping Catherine off. No! It actually started before that! She and Catherine had said their goodbyes the night before, and she watched Catherine drive off. Then the next morning, she got a surprise call from Catherine. But it wasn’t Catherine! It was Amanda. It was hard to tell their voices apart!

“Hi, Kate. The whole family is driving down to El Paso to drop Catherine off at the airport. Would you like to come with us? You could ride with Catherine and me. My parents and grandparents are taking another car. Your company would be appreciated.”

“Ah, I don’t know Amanda. Catherine didn’t ask me. I don’t want to butt into a family event.”

“I’m sure she’d love your company besides I’m driving and I just invited you which means you’re my guest which means you’re not butting into a family event!”

Her spirits picked up at the unexpected invitation. “I’d love to come, Amanda! Thanks for asking!” It was her first intimation that Amanda was different.

The plan was for Catherine’s grandma to accompany Catherine to Laura’s place for a visit and to make sure Catherine got settled in okay, but Catherine’s mom got so emotional when Catherine passed through the airport checkout gate that she purchased a last minute ticket and went with them.

Amanda’s dad and grandpa drove home in their car, and she rode back with Amanda. She was down in the dumps. No more Catherine! Then out of the blue Amanda softly squeezed her hand and looked over and smiled. Then she started asking questions about her upcoming first term Vet courses at the local university, and they gabbed the rest of the way home. She didn’t realize it at the time but hanging with Amanda meant getting used to spontaneous acts of kindness.

By the time they got home, it was almost six, and they were starving. She had phoned ahead to ask if Amanda could stay for supper. When they entered the house, her parents were speaking Spanish in the other room. Her family was Hispanic dating back several generations even though her last name wasn’t Hispanic sounding; her complexion wasn’t dark, she had auburn colored hair and rarely spoke Spanish in public.

She noticed Amanda’s ears perk up at the sound of Spanish and when her parents came out, Amanda greeted them in perfect Spanish which surprised them and her! Catherine had fatih escort never uttered a peep of Spanish even though she had been at her house numerous times.

Her parents flipped back to English when they sat down which they always did when her friends were over, but Amanda asked if they could speak Spanish so she could practice. Her dad shrugged his shoulders and smiled. It was fine by him!

A typical thirty-minute meal turned into an hour as Amanda gabbed back and forth with her mom and dad. Her Spanish was quite good. She even got the jokes her dad made, and made one herself, much to his surprise.

After Amanda left, her dad said he liked her new friend, and so did her mom. It helped that Amanda insisted on helping with the dishes after supper before she left.

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After that day Amanda always wanted to practice her Spanish. It was okay most days, but there were some days when she or her parents didn’t want to. Oddly enough, on those days, Amanda would stop speaking Spanish almost instantly without them even saying anything. It was weird how she always knew.

It was nice being around someone that was super perceptive except when you were trying to check them out in secret! She thought she was about as good as you could get at checking out girls without them knowing but every time she stared at Amanda, Amanda turned around a second later and grinned at her. Amanda never seemed irritated which was good, but it was unnerving and irritating! She couldn’t even sneak a peek!

Another irritation was Amanda’s loose white cotton dresses which she wore all the time! All the time! You could see her legs below the knee and her bare arms, but that was it! She knew from Catherine that a very lovely butt lurked below the dress, and a pair of almost C cup breasts hung beautifully, but she wasn’t seeing them. ARGH! It wasn’t right to see them and then have them taken away! She missed them! She’d seen them a lot of them on Catherine! She dreamed about coming up behind Amanda to run her hand up her leg, under her dress, and between her legs! She wanted to slip the straps of Amanda’s dress off her shoulders and watch it fall around her ankles. Then she wanted to display how she could effortlessly pop a bra snap single-handed. Then she wanted…

STOP! STOP! STOP! JUST STOP IT KATE!

She needed to stop torturing herself thinking about Amanda that way! She didn’t even know if Amanda would go that way or with her! Damn! She really liked Amanda and not just her looks! She’d never met a nicer person.

One compensating positive was her parents liked Amanda. They liked her conservative attire, her desire to speak Spanish, her proper manners, and her bubbly personality and they especially appreciated how she helped them with a family crisis.

Uncle Hector had asked her dad to book a room for his family for the upcoming family get-together. Her dad said he would, but then he left it too late. All the hotels were booked up, and every inch of his house was already reserved for other family members. He was screwed!

They were stressing about it one night when Amanda was over. She piped in. “Why don’t they stay at my place? The large suite unit is still open.”

Her dad looked up. “Your place?”

“The Silver City Hotel. The suite unit is available.”

Her dad looked confused. Kate thought it had come up that Amanda worked at a hotel, but perhaps her dad had forgotten or perhaps he thought Amanda just cleaned rooms and didn’t know anything about availability and prices.

He brushed her off politely. ‘Thanks, Amanda but that place is too expensive. Hector is a cheapskate! I told him I would get him a room for sixty-eighty dollars per night.”

Amanda responded politely. “He can have it for seventy, and it’s much nicer than the other hotels. It’s a large suite with a small fridge and stove. There’s a nice pool, a beautiful courtyard, comfy beds with satin smooth sheets and we offer a great supper at a low price.”

Her dad smiled appreciatively at Amanda, but she could tell he still didn’t believe her. Perhaps Amanda’s position at the hotel had never come up. She was about to explain when Amanda started talking.

“My grandmother and I run the hotel. You can see the room availability on our booking app and the normal price. It’s yours if you want it, at half the normal price. It’s unlikely it will get reserved by anyone else at this late date. Seventy dollars is better than nothing.”

Her dad looked at Amanda’s phone and then up at Amanda. He still seemed unsure. “Is this for real Amanda?”

She smiled confidently. “Yup!”

“Would it bother you if I called the hotel to confirm? Don’t take this the wrong way but this is very important, and I need to be sure!”

“Sure! Go ahead!” Amanda grinned. It wasn’t the first time someone doubted her and she didn’t take offense. In fact, she loved surprising people who underestimated her! She dialed the hotel and handed the phone to Kate’s dad. It was on speaker phone.

A minute later her grandma had verified the availability and price, and the suite was booked. Amanda showed him the updated reservation on the website which he quickly printed. He was ecstatic. Amanda had saved his butt, and he reached over and gave her a big hug and thanked her profusely!

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Canadian Sunset

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The little airplane nosed down and out of the clouds. The engine was on fire and the tail looked like it had been shot away. It hadn’t. of course. This was northern British Columbia. There was no war here. The tail had been shredded by ice in the overcast.

Jeff fought the controls all the way to the ground and just barely managed to pancake it in on a small, frozen lake. His sister, Judy, gripped the handles at the side of the cockpit and prepared to die. The Cessna skidded all the way across the lake and slammed to a halt on the shore near a short hill. There was no danger of sinking as the ice was two feet thick.

Jeff and Judy were badly shaken by the crash. “We’re lucky to be alive,” Jeff commented.

“I was sure we were going to die!” Judy wept.

“Damn, that was rough,” Jeff remarked as the plane stopped. He got his sister out of the plane and together they assessed the damage.

“Total loss,” Jeff remarked.

“Yeah, it’s really bad replied Judy. “What do we do now?”

“Well first we get the survival kit out of the baggage compartment and go pitch the tent on that hill.”

They dragged the kit up the hill, found a nice spot near a flat vertical rock and pitched the tent.

“Get the rest of the gear out of the airplane while I go look for some fire wood,” Jeff ordered. He trudged off through the snow into the forest.

Judy worked hard getting the stuff out of the plane. Then she unpacked the rest of the survival kit and set it up. When Jeff got back he was pleased with the progress she had made. He had a big armload of firewood which he dumped on the ground in front of the tent.

“I got off a couple of “MAYDAYs” before we went in, so help should arrive soon. In the meanwhile, we’ll have to act like we’re really stranded permanently and start making plans for the long haul.” Jeff stated. “I saw lots of snowshoe rabbit tracks over by that ridge and I’m sure I can get one or two in my snares.”

Judy was still shaking from the crash. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I would probably die out here without you,” she wept. She walked over to him and planted a not-so-sisterly kiss on his lips.

Judy and Jeff were average looking people. Judy didn’t have giant tits and Jeff didn’t have a giant cock. They were all around average and they were both extremely intelligent. Up until this point, Silivri Escort they had maintained a normal sibling relationship. Jeff loved his sister and she loved him. But there had never been anything carnal between them. He was 26 and she was 23. Both had been married and both were now divorced. When their parents were alive they had gone camping on many occasions, so they were not exactly strangers to life in the woods.

The flight across Canada to Anchorage had been fraught with disasters from the very start. They had engine trouble in Seattle and some frozen instruments further north. This was to be the last leg of the journey. In fact, it had turned out to be just that.

“Well, mighty hunter, are you going to go get your woman some fresh meat?” Judy asked with a grin.

“I gonna go set some snares but they probably won’t produce until tomorrow. While I’m gone, woman, break out one of the MREs. Melt some snow for drinking water and start some coffee. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“You be careful,” she pled, “Woman needs someone to keep her warm tonight.”

Jeff cut a good, stout club with the survival saw, threw some wire scavenged from the plane into his pack and set off into the woods again. All the way to the ridge he scanned the snow for bear tracks, but saw none. “They must be in hibernation,” he mumbled and said a little prayer of thanks that they were too far south for polar bears.

He set five traps around the ridge and returned to camp hoping he would run across some deer tracks. A deer would keep them fed until spring if necessary. He saw none.

The aroma of fresh coffee drifted through the woods and reached his twitching nose. “Judy is adjusting to our situation like a trouper,” he thought.

“Home again home again,” he sang as he trudged out of the woods.

Judy was waiting for him with a hot cup of coffee. He sat down on a fallen tree trunk near the fire and sipped the coffee. It was the first rest he’d had since the crash.

“There was only one sleeping bag in the kit,” Judy moaned.

He gave her his best leer and said, “The better to warm you up with my dear.”

She smiled, “I thought the fire would do that.”

“If we could give it enough fuel it would. But it’s going to burn down pretty low by morning, so I’ve got you in my evil clutches,” Silivri Escort Bayan he joked. “Where’s that MRE?”

“It’s almost ready, captain,” she smirked.

“Which one is it?” he asked.

“Your favorite. Chicken ala King.”

As the sun set in Canada, they consumed the meal, had another cup of coffee and crawled into the small tent. The oversized sleeping bag almost filled the tent from wall to wall. With the fire blazing outside and the heat reflected by the big flat rock it was reasonably warm in the tent. All their extra equipment was hanging in bags from the trees, a precaution against hungry critters and deepening snow.

Jeff got in the tent and stripped down to his shorts. Judy stripped to bra and panties. They slid into the bag. It was a tight fit.

Jeff suggested, “How about a spoon position?”

Judy agreed, perhaps a bit too readily. She turned on her side and snuggled backwards into his arms. “We’re not gonna die out here are we?” she whispered.

“No way! We’ve got everything we need to survive. We might be forced to start a new tribe out here, but we’re definitely not going to die!”

“New tribe, huh?” she giggled and wiggled her butt against his dick.

“If you keep that up, we’ll be starting one tonight!” he exclaimed.

“Okay,” she sighed seriously. She wiggled again and his cock came to full attention. “Mmmmm, nice,” she whispered and backed into him as far as she could.

“Sis, are you trying to tell me something?”

“I see you got the hint,” she demurely replied, feeling his swelling cock poke her butt.

His hands closed around her breasts. He pinched her nipples through the bra. “Take it off,” he groaned.

She performed one of those mysterious maneuvers that all women seem to know and she was quickly naked.

Jeff had no idea how she got her bra off so quickly and he didn’t know what happened to her panties. He slid his briefs clumsily down his legs and managed to kick them off without bruising her.

She rolled over so they were facing each other, reached down and squeezed his rapidly growing cock. He cupped her mound and sank a finger into her moisture. “Mmmm,” she hummed. “Mmmm,” he hummed.

He slowly rolled over on top of her. She wriggled and a small moan escaped her lips. She opened her legs as wide as the Escort Silivri sleeping bag would allow and he sank into her. As his cock head passed her opening she started rotating her hips. He moved forward and was soon deep within her.

“Wait,” she requested. He stopped deep in her pussy.

“Problem?” he inquired.

“Do you really want to start a new tribe?”

“I want what you want,” he answered.

“Okay, cowboy put the spurs to me!”

He stroked in and out of her. She moaned and returned his thrusts. He lost control and began a rapid stroke designed to make her cum as quickly as possible. “More, faster deeper!” she squeaked. He was giving her all he had. Her pussy was getting juicer by the second. Suddenly she thrust her hips up in the air and screamed, “This is it!” Her cunt started squeezing his cock, milking him like a cow.

The effort was not lost on him. His strokes were now very erratic. “Are you ready/” he grunted.

In answer, she wrapped her legs around his ass and slammed him as far into her as she could get him.

He squirted four big loads into her. “Don’t take it out,” she commanded. She rolled them onto their sides and somehow kept his cock in her. He was hugging her tightly. She had his dick in a vise-like grip. “Time to sleep,” she chirped happily.

When he woke up his half hard cock was still wrapped inside a nice, warm pussy. He started pumping her. She woke up and said, “Gimme more juice!” She came almost immediately. He kept pumping into her. She came again. He reached between them and flicked her clit. She screamed and started a more or less continuous orgasm. Finally she felt his cock swell up and he dumped another load into her greedy pussy. His cock deflated and finally fell out. “Damn!” she said.

He separated from her as little ways and looked at her carefully for signs of regret. The only thing he saw in her eyes was lust.

“I wish we had done this when I first wanted to,” she said.

“And when was that?” he asked.

“When I was sixteen,” she replied. “I wanted you so badly, but there was never any chance I could have convinced you to do me then… We had to go through a plane crash and a Canadian Sunset to get what I wanted”

As they were putting on their clothes and stoking up the fire, the distant drone of an airplane reached their ears. They watched as the big DeHavilland Beaver settled onto the lake ice and taxied up to them.

“What now, my love?” she asked as the rescue team walked toward them.

“Guaranteed, it won’t take another crash in the wilderness to make it happen again,” he smiled and kissed her..

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Daddy’s New Experience

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I was a junior in college the night daddy and I become lovers. Neither of us, even in our wildest imagination would have ever conceived of it happening.

Mom divorced daddy a year earlier. I came home from college most weekends to mainly be company for daddy who was in a state of mild depression.

The Friday night daddy and I become lovers started out strange, then turned very bad then ended with me and him making love the rest of the weekend.

When I came home, dad was not there. But that was not that unusual because he would have some brew with his work buddies on the way home occasionally. What was unusual when he arrived home, is that he was slightly intoxicated which never happened before to my knowledge.

I was holding dinner warm in the oven for him so we could have our dinner together but he staggered by me, looked daggers at me and headed to bed. It was around seven in the evening. I assumed he would be out for the night and went about eating and wondering if he was going into a deeper state of depression being he was intoxicated.

I was in bed reading the latest gossip in Hollywood with the TV volume low around one in the morning when daddy opened the bedroom door and said, “Jill I want to know if it is true or not that you are working at Teasers.”

I nearly died hearing the word. Tears rushed to my eyes, I grabbed the covers, pulled them over my face, turned onto my side and bawled.

Teasers’ is a gentlemen’s club in the city where I attended the university, one-hundred miles from home. It offers table dances and private lap dances to its customers.

I knew the rest of the night would be horrible. After my crying stopped I decided to face the wrath of daddy and get it over with not knowing the outcome of the confrontation.

I was wearing a teddy bear nightie and had no panties on as I slipped a mid-thigh length robe on over it to go talk with daddy. A light was on in his bedroom so I headed there but he was not there.

I walked softly down the stairs and the lower level was dark. I stood still thinking of what my next move should be when I heard, “God damn!!” The sound of a chair moving in the kitchen indicated he must have hit it with his foot.

I waited a few minutes before approaching the kitchen. When I was at the entrance I saw daddy staring out into the moon lighted yard through the sliding door, sitting on a kitchen chair backwards.

I knew some clubs offered lap dances where the dancers were free to go nude if they so desired. Guys would offer big tips for me to do that but the rooms were video taped and any girl doing it was out of a job at Teasers.

I took a deep breath and said, “Daddy, I’m sorry I broke the other half of your heart. I will pack and head back to school. If it helps any Teaser’s does not allow touching or nudity. I’m sorry daddy and hope we don’t stay estranged.”

I began to bawl and headed back to pack my things when I heard, “Jill come back and answer some more questions. I don’t want our relationship to end this way but god.”

I turned and stood at the entrance again and said through sniffles, “I don’t either daddy.”

I then heard, “Jill why Teasers?”

“Daddy it was because of money. I know I could have worked many other places, working harder and longer but was afraid of it interfering with my grades. There are many college girls like me doing it daddy. Some girls like me, do it a few hours an evening and sometimes get five hundred dollars in tips. Other students work weekends and Bakırköy Escort have over a thousand dollars a night in tips.”

“Jill, why did you not ask me for more money if you needed it?”

“Daddy, mom showed me the budget when I was a freshman. She showed me why I had to work some and save for college.”

There was a period of dead silence and then, “Jill, how long have you worked at Teasers?”

“Over a year, daddy.”

“And how much money in a week?”

“Depends on the week, daddy but it averages around a thousand.”

“God damn Jill, what the hell are you doing with all of that money when I’m working my ass off to help you in college, God Damn?”

“Daddy, I was hoping to surprise you.”

“You sure have managed to do that you, you…”

“Daddy, I have not used any of your money in over a year. It is in the checking account. Since I was taking care of the check balancing, I wanted it to be a surprise for you when I graduated.”

In the period of silence after that statement, I walked to daddy and stood behind him. I wrapped my arms around him, leaned into his back and cried.

After I stopped crying daddy said, “Damn Jill you are full of surprises just like your mom and that was a thing I loved about her until the last surprise.”

“Daddy, I was hoping to make it a nice surprise for you but that won’t be I guess. I was going to work another six months at Teasers, then quit and before graduation get another job, so when you would get around asking me working where, I could give you another name but Teasers.”

There was another long period of silence and then daddy said, “To ask you if you enjoyed your work would be a stupid question since you have done it for some time. What is teeing me off also is knowing Frank ….. received a lap dance from you and was bragging how good it was to the card playing crowd. I heard him tell them while taking a leak through the furnace vents in his old house. Then I heard the guys say they would drop in next time they got to …… to check you out.”

“Daddy, if I lapped dance Frank, I would remember because I would have recognized him instantly unless he disguised himself with a wig to cover that bald head of his. He may have seen me and was just making the other part up.”

There was another long period of quite and I still had my arms around daddy when it dawned on me he was jealous if I gave lap dances to his friends. Not knowing if daddy had a girlfriend or not and what sexual activity he had since mom left him, I said, “Daddy, let me blind fold you and give you a lap dance like I give to the guys at the club so you know exactly what I am doing there.”

There was dead silence again and then, “Jill, I don’t think that is such a hot of an idea.”

“Why not daddy?”

“Well I’m your father and…”

“You mean that you might react like other men when I am in your lap.”

Another long period of silence I said, “Look, if you let me keep the job because it does pay well and I can keep up my grades as a result then, your friends won’t have anything better on you because I’ve treated you.”

I waited for an answer and then said, “Please daddy let me because you will always be wondering and it will put a wedge between us.”

“Damn Jill you are wrapping me around your fingers like your mom used to do all of the time.”

“Come with me to the sofa. I will grab a kitchen towel on the way and blindfold you. I will get my MP3 and you can listen to the music I play Bakırköy Escort Bayan when dancing.”

“Jill I don’t want the blindfold unless it makes you more comfortable.”

That caught me off guard. I said, “Fine daddy, no blindfold then. I will run upstairs and be back shortly. You get comfortable.” Dad just had on a tee shirt and bottoms from a pair of pajamas. I never have seen the outline of underwear so assumed he never had them on in bed.

When I returned I placed daddy’s arm on the back of the sofa just like at the club, hooked up the player and started my dance in front of him in the dimly lit room from the street lamp.

I then knelt, spread his legs, crawled in close and swished my shoulder length blond hair over his crotch. I then proceeded to get into his lap after several minutes, placed my arms around his neck, lowered my forehead to his, lowered my crotch to his and rotated my hips. I saw daddy close his eyes and felt his manhood expanding and pressing into me.

I was glowing knowing daddy was responding like all the others guys I’ve given lap dances. My heart was pounding in my chest knowing I had made daddy hard.

I then said, “Daddy, please play with my titties. I want to cum when you do.”

I waited for some remark from him when I used the word cum and heard, “Do you cum at the club with the guys?”

“Never daddy and never date customers either. I enjoy it when they cum because generally I will get a good tip then.”

I moved back a little so he could reach them and play with them. His hands cupped my 34D’s through the silk cloth of the teddy and he rolled his finger tips over the rock hard nipples. I wanted skin contact, so I lifted the nightie off and tossed it. Daddy still had his eyes closed and I said, “Please suck them daddy, please.”

He did as I had asked. He then was trying to hump his hips and then after a few minutes I heard, “Baby you are getting to me. I’m going to cum.”

By then I wanted daddy to cum in me. I jumped from the sofa. Daddy’s eyes opened wide and he said, “Baby what’s wrong?”

“Daddy, please let me take your bottoms off and you cum in me. I want to feel what mom felt when you two made me.”

“Jill babe this is wrong but god I have not had a woman since your mom left.”

As he was talking, he lifted his hips and lowered the pajamas. In the dim light my eyes focused on what I had been feeling pressing on my clit. His cock was huge compared to my boyfriends and the guys at the club. After he had kicked the pajamas aside, I hopped back into his lap, grabbed the cock that I could barely enclose with my fingers and placed it at the hot opening and slowly lowered myself onto it. I never had thoughts of my daddy’s cock and here I wanted it in me.

Daddy’s mouth went to a boob and inhaled it. I let out with, “Oh daddy I love you and that feels so good.” I wrapped my arms around his head and was thinking what an awesome pussy pleaser my daddy had as it was stretching the walls of my pussy, waking up nerves that have never been awake, making its journey to the deepest, hottest part of man pleaser.

After a few ups/downs by me and daddy’s small hip movements, my pussy went into convulsions from his meat rubbing ever nerve in my canal, it clamping onto the hard cock as it fired huge quantities of sperm deep into my womb. He broke the hold on the boob, groaned so loud I thought the neighbors would wake up as his hands clamped onto my breast and squeezed them hard.

In the Escort Bakırköy mirror later I saw finger marks on my breasts and seeing them made me leak.

Daddy’s body had stiffened, pushing his meat deep to my womb. I was relishing receiving my daddy’s baby making juices.

Daddy did not soften. Daddy was 43 years old. He said, “Baby get on your knees and let me do you doggie, please.”

“Oh daddy I like it best that way.”

I did as daddy asked. Since every nerve was already taut from the orgasm a few seconds before, they felt every inch of daddy’s cock re-entering my tight canal to make them happy again. I heard daddy say, “God Jill your pussy is awesome. I don’t ever remember my cock being so hard. God babe I’m sorry but I’m not going to last.”

“Me either daddy, I’mmmmm, I’mmmmm, Ohoooooo daddy,” as we both had a horrendous orgasm as he knelt behind me, slapping his balls on my thighs as he was burying his cock into my furnace. He left finger marks on my hip bones as he pulled me back to get the hard shaft deep into me. It made me feel good feeling daddy convulse as he fired more of his nut juice into me. Thank god I was on the pill. I surely would have been impregnated with the copious amount of semen he delivered with the two cums he fired deep into me. Smelling the leaking love juices, and knowing it was daddy’s and mine, kept me horny.

He was still hard when he extracted himself and I heard, “Please babe get on your back so I can eat you.”

I said, “Better yet daddy, let’s sixty-nine with you on your back.”

I heard, “Oh Jill that always gives me the feeling of real intimacy.”

Daddy and I both orgasmed together again as I swallowed the little juice he had left when he fired. I then extracted his wilting cock from my mouth, spun and French kissed him.

He then said, “Lay on your back, lift your legs and locked them in the center of my back babe.”

I did as he suggested. He reached and fed his again hard cock into my steaming cavity. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight as he banged into me, with sweat dripping from the end of his nose. Between the tonguing and love making I orgasmed but daddy did not. He pounded and pounded and was sweating more and more until I had orgasmed again before he stiffened, shoving his cock all the way in with such force I thought his balls where going into my rectum and growled the loudest growl I have ever heard.

We both woke up mid-morning, on the floor in the living room with a huge stain on the carpeting from our cums

We looked at each other and I placed my hand on daddy’s morning bone and said, “I need that daddy, please.”

I climbed on top, lowered myself onto the hard shaft, which incidentally got harder when in me and rode it until with both enjoyed the first cum of the day with him alternating sucking my breasts as I had lowered them to his mouth.

The rest of the weekend and when daddy’s cock woke up, we did it where ever we where at the time. By the time I left for school Sunday night we had had sex in every room, on top of tables, on the floor and in the shower. Dad was firing blanks but managed to do me often even though the intervals were becoming further apart in time. I found the best position for the most horrendous orgasms was when my breast were pressed flat on the kitchen table, legs over the side and apart and daddy plowing my from behind. He laid on top of me and placed his hands on top of mine as I gripped the tables edge, with his head in the center of my shoulder blades and me hearing, “Give me your cum Jill, feed my cock, cum for daddy.”

We shared the longest hug and kiss without a word as I left for school Sunday evening late. I leaked most of the week every time I thought about daddy and the upcoming weekend. I bet mom is missing daddy.

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“It’s good to see you again Rochelle.” Said Elizabeth in a seemingly pleasant tone. To an outsider’s perspective, it just seemed to be a formal exchange of pleasantries. But Rochelle was naturally not fooled, they’d known each other far too long for that. “Are you enjoying the coffee? I’m sorry I don’t keep any Folgers in the house, I was going to buy you some for your visit but I guess it just slipped my mind.” A not very subtle jab at Rochelle’s lower income level. If one were to imagine a stereotypical upper-class woman, Elizabeth would be a fine candidate; Neatly coiffed golden blonde hair tied up neatly in a bun, a white shirt buttoned up all the way to her neck, and a long black skirt that reached her knees. Yet, at the same time one could not deny the aura of sensuality she radiated, much like a Breeder woman was prone to do. Her lips were plush and full, practically stuck in a permanent pout or kissing expression, highlighted with dark red lipstick and complimenting lipliner. Massive round breasts adorned her torso, each one roughly the size of a medicine ball, perfectly suited for nursing her brood. Though not small or narrow by any means, her hips and rear end were about as… “normal looking” as a Breeder could be; Just large and curvaceous enough to assist with their task, but still within the range a normal human could match.

“Ah it’s fine.” Rochelle responded with a simple hand wave. “Once you get past all that fancy added flavor, you can still kinda taste the coffee.” Rochelle was a stark contrast to Elizabeth’s refined WASP demeanor, more unfettered and open than polished and reserved. She was a black woman of the same age as Elizabeth. Much like her “friend”, the years had been very good to her and she still stood as an imposing figure of fertility and sexuality; Full plump dicksucking lips, unmasked by any makeup and allowed to display their natural beauty. Her complexion was a fairly dark shade, smooth and free from any blemish. If one were to gaze away from her face, they would most certainly notice her rather large and exposed cleavage, held neatly in a burgundy tank top. They were quite large, far bigger than a handful each, but were still noticeably smaller than Elizabeth’s. However, further south was her body’s real pride and joy. Supported by a pair of birthing hips that went well past her shoulder span was a tremendous ass. Soft enough to be lewdly compressed in the chair, yet firm enough to maintain a general heart shape while walking. Equally huge were her thighs, the word “thicc” wasn’t nearly enough to describe how awe inspiring they were. One could not be sure if the blue distressed jeans she was wearing were torn naturally or not. “So how’s life treatin’ ya? Still relyin’ on that sweet IBE money?”

“Oh no, not at all.” Elizabeth flashed a stepford smile. “As a matter of fact, I’ve been making great use of their money to invest wisely. Indeed, I’m now the one helping the IBE with their funding!” And on and on their back and forth banter went.

*

“They’re arguing again, aren’t they?” Adrian asked with a sigh as he reached into the fridge to grab a can of 7-up. Adrian was a tall young man of 18 years. Standing at about 6 feet, he had the sort of lithe yet toned body of a swimmer. His hair, unlike his mother, was long and jet black. It was apparently something he inherited from his father. However, he still maintained the genes of her sapphire blue eyes. He was trying for a full beard, but unfortunately his facial hair wasn’t quite yet thick enough yet. As such, he was keeping it very short at the moment, so as to look nice while it filled out. Inbetween his cargo shorts and skater shirt he could pass for a normal high school senior, if it weren’t for the tremendous bulge between his legs indicating his Breeder status.

“Yep.” Said Oscar simply, peering out into the living room. He was a bit taller and more built than Adrian was, standing at roughly 6’2″. He was a good looking yet unassuming man, with a short crewcut and a clean shaved face. His skin was a slightly darker tone than his mothers, more of a dark chocolate hue. Despite his heritage, his eyes were a rather unusual color; A light hazel, almost green in color. Although his build would likely allude to him being an athlete of some sort, his casual wear of a “Boku no Hero Academia” shirt (Written out in Katakana) belied his status as a geek.

“You would think they’d have patched this whole thing up years ago.” Continued Adrian as he opened his drink. “Or at least try to avoid each other.”

“Nah. Dunno about your mom, but mine would never let it end like that.” Oscar replied with a soft chuckle. “That would mean yours would win, and she’d never be able to live it down.”

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kind of sad though, don’t you think?” Adrian responded, taking a sip.

“Didn’t say it wasn’t.” said Oscar with a shrug. “But that’s just how they are.” Adrian sighed solemnly at that statement. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Oscar was right. Without another word, he stared out into the living room to watch this spectacle of an “argument” continue.

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“I’ll have you know… “Elizabeth’s voice was escalating in its annoyance. “That my Adrian has been fathering grandchildren like a prize stallion. Just these past two weeks alone he’s impregnated 16 girls.” A slight exaggeration of the truth. The reality was he had “only” had sex with 16 different girls, and 11 of them had turned up positive tests while the remaining 5 were too early along. Still, she had full confidence that Adrian was successful. “I swear, he has the makings of a stud horse.”

“Only 16?” Rochelle countered with a slight laugh. “I can’t even keep track of the number of kids my Oscar’s made. And he ain’t one to leave them wantin’ either. They just keep comin’ back for more once they pop’em out. Plus, lemme tell you;” Rochelle’s face twisted into a wide grin of arrogance. “‘Horse’ aint at all a good enough word to describe what he’s packing down below.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s impressive for someone in your circle.” Elizabeth said in dismissal. “But I sincerely doubt it’s anything to compare to MY boy. I made sure to single out only the largest of specimens to be his potential father, and handpicked the best of the bunch. So naturally he takes after his father in all the best ways, prime genetic stock.”

“Prime? More like inbred.” Sneered Rochelle. “You gotta mix the genes up if you wanna be strong. Don’t you know wild mutts are stronger and healthier than purebreds.” Elizabeth then stood up; her fists clenched tightly in barely restrained rage. She looked almost ready to shout, and yet just before it was unleashed, she was able to put it down and force a sly smile to the surface.

“Would you care to put that to the test?” she asked connivingly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… why don’t we pit our sons against each other? see just how virile they really are in terms of both size and skill.”

“A stud off?” Rochelle asked with an upturned eyebrow.

“If you prefer. That is… if you’re up for the challenge.” Elizabeth’s grin now seemed wide enough to encompass her entire face, her pearly white teeth sparkling in the light.

“You KNOW I am.” Rochelle responded as she too stood up. “But what’re the stakes gonna be?”

“The loser has to…” Elizabeth paused for a moment. “Breed with the other’s son.” Rochelle was briefly taken aback by the revelation. Such a thing would be the ultimate dishonor to their feud; Their lineage would forever be linked to the other. “Of course, if you don’t have confidence in your boy…”

“Oh it’s ON!” Rochelle replied. “Ain’t no way Oscar’s gonna lose. Hope you’ve got enough money for diapers. Because you’re gonna get twins at LEAST!” Her voice was brimming with confidence and bravado. There was no way this pampered bitch’s spawn could possibly match her son. “Oscar! Get over here!”

“Adrian honey, could you come here for a minute please?”

“Huh? Yeah okay!” Adrian quickly replied, putting his drink down and running over to where his mother had called for him. Oscar quickly followed suit without a word. “What’s up?”

“Well Adrian…” Elizabeth continued as Rochelle approached her son, crawling on her hands and knees in a fairly primal, sexual manner. “It seems that Rochelle and I have reached a bit of an…impasse here.”

“W-what do you mean?” he stammered as Rochelle maneuvered around to face his groin.

“Well… I was just telling her about all your various…escapades.” Elizabeth alluded as she made her way towards the silently stunned Oscar. “And it seems that she’s experiencing a bit of doubt. I figured we should have a proper…competition.” It was now obvious to them what was going on. As much as the two men would like to skedaddle right now, the matriarchal power behind their mothers’ speech froze them in place. It seemed there was little that could be done. Before they knew it, the women had gripped the waistbands of their lower garments. Elizabeth then turned to Rochelle. “On three okay?”

“Sure. One…”

“Two…”

“THREE!” Both women exclaimed at once as they yanked the pants and underwear off the other’s son in one swift motion. It was hard to really say what they were both expecting, Sure, they were both Breeders so a micropenis was out of the question. Naturally a Breeder’s son would be on the larger end, but with their longstanding rivalry they were hoping for something in the 11-12 inch range. They could not have been more wrong.

Adrian’s was a long and fairly smooth. In terms of girth, it seemed to be roughly twice the length of Rochelle’s wrist. While it still carried many vital veins, none of them were particularly pronounced and Konulu Porno only added a bit of color to the otherwise ivory shaft. The foreskin was partially pulled over the prow shaped head, allowing only the very tip of it to be exposed. Nestled beneath the cock in a smooth hairless pouch were a pair of enormous testicles, easily the size of ripe peaches. “Daaaamn…” Rochelle muttered in awe.

“My word…” said Elizabeth breathlessly. Oscar was no less impressive, easily a match for Adrian’s member. Aside from the obvious difference of skin color, the most noticeable disparency was the prominence of Oscars veins. They were large and pronounced, occasionally pulsing with the crucial fluids. His foreskin was retracted behind the rounded tip, bunched up nicely. The mighty seed carriers hung low beneath his cock, practically sloshing with the lifegiving liquid. “W-Well…” Elizabeth’s demeanor was a little bit shaken but not completely moved. “It seems your boy isn’t quite ready to compare just yet.”

“Like yours is!” Rochelle snapped back, unable to tear her eyes away from the monstrous phallus. “Guess we gotta get them all good and ready!” she continued with a low growl, gripping Adrian’s cock aggressively.

“W-whoa!” he yelped in surprise. Adrian barely had enough time to register what she was doing before she began to rub up and down the length of the shaft. Her touch was aggressive and rough, yet exquisitely skilled in application. “Ohhh…” Adrian groaned in pleasure as he began to swell to life.

“How crude” Elizabeth muttered to herself. With grace and efficiency, she swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. Oscar caught only a brief glimpse of her fine, pink lace bra before she had unhooked it and tossed it to the floor, letting her enormous breasts bounce free to the open air. Oscar was taken aback quite a bit, utterly entranced by the spectacle of fine female flesh before him. “You like those do you?” She purred clenching them together in-between her biceps, an unusual but deliciously erotic method of doing so. “But I bet you’d like them better wrapped around your…nice…big…cock!” She punctuated as she swiftly leaned forward to engulf said phallus within the soft confines of her mammaries.

“Aaaah!” Oscar exclaimed. Almost as soon as he was enveloped, June began to feel the pulsing of his veins causing his cock to swell to life. Though he wasn’t fully hard yet, he was quickly getting there. Already she could see the pre beginning to pump and the smell thick haze of masculine hormones filling the air.

“Mmm… nice isn’t it?” She cooed, leaning forward to lap at the tasty treat between her tits. “Nothing gets a man more excited than a nice, big pair of tits… It’s a shame your mother can’t provide that for you.” Even in the throws of foreplay, she still found the need to toss a jab at Rochelle. Naturally, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Tits?” She countered with a sneer, taking her hands off Adrian’s cock. “You think tits are what guys want these days? Puh-leeze, get with the times Bessie.” A double whammy of an insult, Elizabeth never liked being called “Bess” let alone “Bessie”, and the association with bovines was certainly not lost to her. “Naw, you know what today’s boys like?” Rochelle continued as she spun around. Taking the sides of her pants in her hand, she swiftly pulled them down along with her underwear. A fine string of pussy juices briefly connected the green thong to her body before breaking off, not that Adrian was paying much attention to that. It didn’t take her too long to clear the garments off her body. “Boys like…BOOTY!” She growled as she slammed her hips backwards. Through some combination of skilled precision and sheer luck she was able to slide Adrian’s semi-hard member right through the cleft of her ass cheeks. Before Adrian even had time to register the sensation, Rochelle was already hotdogging him fiercely.

This aggressively competitive foreplay continued for quite a few minutes before it had become clear that they could not get any harder. Once that was certain, Rochelle broke away to properly inspect Adrian’s raging hard on. “Hmm…looks pretty impressive.” She said with a nod. “But I’mma need to see for sure. You got anything to measure them with?”

“Oh! Yes, I do!” Elizabeth stated, taking a moment to walk to a nearby table with a drawer attached. Opening it up, she pulled out two rather long tape measures. “There you go.” She said plainly as she tossed one to Rochelle.

“You keep these lyin’ around?” Rochelle asked as she approached Adrian again.

“As I said before; I am very selective about who I take to bed. Now let us see…” Elizabeth purred, draping the tape measure along the length of Oscar’s cock. “We’ll start with length, and it seems he’s… 19 inches.” She pretended not to be impressed by it, but she had to admit to herself that he was longer than she had thought.

“And yours is…also 19 inches.” Said Rochelle with a slight huff. She looked over to double check her rival’s measurement. Sure enough, it Porno İndir was what she said, about right on the 19-inch mark just like Adrian’s. Perhaps there might be a difference if they were to measure on a scale smaller than millimeters. But such a thing would be borderline blasphemous to the Goddess. As good as the metric system was for most measurements, cocks demanded imperial inches by their very nature. So then, they were at an impasse it seemed. “Right, girth now.” Rochelle continued, taking the tape measure and draping it along the top. Adrian’s cock was a pretty consistent thickness all along the length, but she tried to find the thickest spot possible nonetheless. “Just about…4 wide.” She said with a slight tone of awe before wrapping it around the whole circumference. “Ooh, 10 and a half around!”

“…Same!” Elizabeth sighed in exasperation. “This can not be right. One of them has to be bigger!”

“You sure you ain’t lowballing it?” Rochelle sneered.

“Of course not! I always play fair when I compete!” Elizabeth snapped. “Besides, how do I know you’re not rounding down yourself!?”

“Oh you wanna go?” snarled Rochelle, dragging Adrian towards her son and rival by the cock. “Let’s do this!” With that, she pushed Adrian forward until he was pressed up against Oscar pretty closely. So close in fact, that their cocks were pushing into each other.

“Gah!” he gasped aloud as their cocks pressed together. The friction and stimulation was strange and unknown to him. The veined texture of the phallus rubbed all along the length of his cock. Oscar meanwhile, though silent in terms of words, was groaning in pleasure. Neither of them had ever considered doing something like this before, and yet here they were, relishing in the pleasure of this brand-new act. The two women paused to gaze at the lewd sight. Elizabeth’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, and her mouth hung open just a tad. Rochelle meanwhile hand sunk her teeth into her lower lip, biting down so hard it was becoming discolored. Although neither would admit it to it, they were finding the spectacle incredibly erotic.

“Maybe we should ah…” Elizabeth muttered, desperately trying to push through the haziness of her arousal to formulate a justification. “Do a little more uh… direct comparison.”

“Yeah, comparison sure.” Answered Rochelle. Though she might have intended to be sarcastic and dismissive there, her tone of voice betrayed the awe-inspired arousal behind it. With that she maneuvered around to grasp at Adrian’s hips as Elizabeth did the same to Oscar. The two women then began to push and gyrate, aggressively rubbing their cocks together.

“Mom-ohhhh…” groaned Oscar, it seemed like he was originally planning to voice a protest, but his qualms had been quickly dulled by the pleasure. “Fffuck…” he moaned as precum spurted from his tip. Right on cue, Adrian’s own began to flow. It didn’t take all that long before the fluids were smearing all over, mixing haphazardly into a lewd and potent cocktail.

“That is an… impressive amount of pre…” Elizabeth muttered. “O-of course, pre is only a small part of virility.” She continued, doing her best to return to her former demeanor. “The real test comes about when we determine their ejaculation proper… and at this rate I know you’ll-“

“Oh that’s it!” Snapped Adrian, clearly reaching his breaking point. He quickly spun around and grabbed Rochelle by the shoulders. Before she had a chance to register what had happened, he maneuvered her towards the couch and pushed her to her hands and knees. Rochelle yelped a little in surprise, but surprisingly didn’t voice much of a protest, not even when her huge butt was sticking in the air exposed to the agitated bull. “I’ve had enough of your bickering!” he growled, launching a swift smack towards her cheeks, causing them to jiggle and wobble like a gelatin dessert.

“Yeah!” Snarled Oscar as he pushed Elizabeth onto the other sofa. He then literally ripped her skirt and panties off, and pulled her legs wide to properly display her smooth hairless pussy to his gaze. Elizabeth gasped, but it wasn’t a gasp of fear or concern, but rather one tinged with delighted arousal. “It’s time you guys got taken’ down a peg!” With that he slammed his throbbing erection down onto Elizabeth’s stomach. She made no effort to hide the coo that emerged from her when she saw just how deep the monster was going to go. “You’re both gonna get fuckin’ WRECKED!”

“That’s right… and neither one of you is leaving here with an empty womb!” Said Adrian as he plowed his hips forward, spearing about 2/3rds of his massive cock into Rochelle’s tight pussy.

“Oh FUCK!” Rochelle squealed as she felt herself open up. It was no secret that Adrian was huge, even she couldn’t deny such a fact. But even with that knowledge engrained into her brain, she still wasn’t quite prepared for how good it felt inside her. Adrian’s cock was hitting all the right spaces, and she still had several inches more to go. His girth stretched her out to a level she hadn’t experienced in a long time. If she had a limit to how wide she could open up, she was certain Adrian had reached it, or was at least toeing the line. “OOoohhhhhhhhh” She moaned aloud as her nerves sparked to life, sending pleasurable shockwaves through her spine from her head to her now curling toes.

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The Case of the Murdered Chessplayer, Chapter 2

by The WifeWatchman

The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series.

Case of the Murdered Lovers series

Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 4 – Police Auxiliary

At 6:00am the next morning I entered the MCD office in my dress uniform: dark blue jacket with a thin light blue stripe, called “piping”, on the sleeve near the wrist; light blue shirt and black tie, dark blue pants with a thick light blue “piping” stripe down the sides. My gold badge was pinned over the left breast pocket on my chest, ribbons over the right breast pocket. My Supervisor bars, which looked like an Army Warrant Officer’s bar with three black squares, adorned the epaulets on the shoulders of the jacket. The Medal of Valor hung by its red ribbon around my neck, and as always I felt guiltily uncomfortable while wearing it.

“You look good, Detective.” the Chief said, coming up to me. He was wearing his dress uniform, same as mine but he had gold eagle “bird colonel” wings denoting his rank as Police Chief, and yellow piping on the jacket and pants. He also wore a Medal of Valor, the only other police officer that I knew of who had been awarded the highest honour of the Town & County Public Safety Department.

The chief had specifically ordered me to dress properly for today’s ceremony, which I normally had nothing to do with, but he had not told me why.

“One day we’re going to get those black squares out of that bar.” the chief said, meaning making me a Lieutenant. “The Town & County Council has agreed to a re-write of the requirements, and we’re working hard to get an exception for you immediately.”

The current requirements to be a Lieutenant included being at least 30 years old, and I was months away from that. “We’re close to being there, but a couple of Council members are opposed to what they say is promoting you ‘too quickly’. That’s B.S., of course. Just Malinda Adams and Captain Malone making trouble.”

“Ah, politics.” I sighed. “I understand…”

Today we were inaugurating several new members of the Police Auxiliary. These were volunteers who in times of need were called up to perform functions such as driving, traffic, sometimes foot- or bicycle patrols, and often helped on search-and-rescue missions.

Police Auxiliary volunteers who had been officers in the past, had completed the Police Academy, or had completed the Police Auxiliary Academy (a scaled down version of the Police Academy) were given the gold badge of a police officer with “Police Auxiliary” inscribed at the top. They could begin investigations and were authorized to carry weapons.

Auxiliary who had not had the experience or training received badges, but they were silver instead of gold, they could not carry arms unless they had a concealed carry permit obtained separately, and their duties were more limited, though useful. Non-trained PA wore a metal circle as their “rank”, similar to ROTC officer ranks (and I suspect copied from ROTC) should they choose to wear a uniform. Trained PA wore two metal circles; and the Auxiliary Commander, who was required to be a former officer and whose command was mostly ceremonial and acted as an advisor to the Chief, wore a metal diamond.

“What do you have on that murder last night?” the chief asked.

“Perlman is going to give me a rundown when she gets here.” I said. At 7:00am, Detective Tanya Perlman arrived…. wearing her formal attire. Her rank bar had two black boxes, noting the second Detective rank and informally called Senior Detective, and light blue piping like mine on the coat. She wore a dark blue skirt and black patent leather high heel pumps.

“Let me get a prelim report for you.” she said as she sat down and made a phone call while looking at her computer screen. Meanwhile, Hugh Hewitt, Cindy Ross and Myron Milton arrived… all of them also in formal attire. Cindy wore pants instead of a skirt, her piping thinner than men’s pants piping. Milton looked a bit gawky in his uniform. All three had bars with one black square; Hewitt and Ross as Detectives, and Milton as a ranking Senior Technician in the I.T. Department.

“Everyone in formal attire?” I asked. “C’mon Chief, whassup?” I asked.

“I want to support the Police Auxiliary today, and your team is helping me do it.” the chief replied. But I could tell that everyone else knew something that I didn’t.

“You’ve already said I’m not getting promoted, Bahçelievler Escort but it’s me you’re keeping something from.”

“That’s right.” the chief said, smiling, almost wickedly. You’ll find out soon, and I think you’ll like the reason.”

“Okay, here is what we have so far.” Tanya Perlman said as she came up to the rest of us. “Oooh, Myron, you look hot in dress uniform! Trying to get all the women today?” Myron blushed but smiled at the compliment.

Tanya gave her report: “Our dead man is named Vladimir Kurchikov. Found his passport in a bedroom drawer. Russian Federation. Traveled frequently. Plays– er, played high level chess, was an International Master and had ‘norms’ for his Grandmaster title, whatever that means.”

“That means he’s a damn good chessplayer.” I said. “What else?”

“More interestingly: FBI files show very limited information, and it appears he is not a part of the Sergei Molotov mob. The FBI does think he might be running drugs as part of a European Cartel, but it’s really small-time compared to other operations, and is active mostly in Europe.”

“Which countries?” I asked.

“France, Russia, and recently England. Unconfirmed reports of activity in Spain and Italy. They may be trying to grow into something bigger and more important.”

I thought for several seconds. “Tanya, is the Crime Lab running the tests on the perfume?”

“Yes, and they think they’ll be able to identify the brand, but it might be a while.” Tanya said.

“I’ll help them: the perfume was–” I named the brand within the hearing of everyone present. “And I know this because it’s my dear sister Elizabeth’s favorite brand, and she’s recently been suspected of making money involving herself in the drug trade. She might be this little gang’s entry into America.”

“Therefore, it was your sister at the apartment?” Cindy Ross asked. “And therefore she is not dead from that warehouse explosion, but is still around making trouble for us.”

“Dunno.” I said. “But it’s possible. And I never thought she was dead.”

“Crap.” said the chief, muttering to himself, drawing all of us to look at him. He looked at us, then realized what he’d said. He pointed at me and said “That means this guy is going to be distracted by this.” The chief might have forgotten that pursuing my socially unacceptable family members was one huge reason I took my job with the Police Force.

Chief Griswold looked at his watch. “Okay, be in the hallway in front of my office at 8:35 sharp, and we’ll walk outside to the Police Auxiliary ceremony.” He left, unable to suppress a grin. Just at that moment, we were joined by Lt. Brittany Maxwell of the University Campus Police. She was wearing her police uniform, also. Cindy Ross began filling her in on the details of our case, and I noticed the nature of the eye contact between them.

Something was up, and this one was apparently beyond my powers of deduction to solve. I’d just have to wait until they decided to spring the surprise upon me.

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We were assembled in the hallway, chatting about various things, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a lovely older woman walking up the hall towards us. She was wearing a Police Auxiliary uniform, which was generally just like ours but had no “piping”. She wasn’t yet wearing her badge, which would be presented today.

The woman had light brown and gray hair in an simple, short, attractive style, straight down and curling slightly inward at the shoulders. She was shapely and very attractive, and she was also in good shape, especially for a woman her age. And then I did a double-take and gasped as it hit me.

It had taken me five full seconds to recognize my own mother.

My mom Phyllis grinned as she walked up to us. “Hi, Son.” she said. “How do I look?”

“Mom… uh, you look great!” I said. I hugged her. “Police Auxiliary?” I asked. Everyone was watching us with suppressed, and sometimes not-so-suppressed grins. Then it dawned on me… the chief had me dress up to be here knowing that my mother was going to be here… and all of my team came in dress uniform also, and were here in the hall mostly to see my response to my mother’s appearance.

“Yes, son, I decided to make myself useful and join the Auxiliary.” my mom said. I noticed the two-circles insignia on her uniform, and my fingers went to them.

“Yep.” Cindy said, noticing what had my attention. “She went through the Police Auxiliary Academy and passed everything. Passed the physical tests, passed the shooting tests… and darn well I might add… and even passed the defensive and combat driving courses.”

“Wow!” I said. “I had no idea. Congratulations, Mom! But… you don’t live here.”

“We’ll talk about that at lunch. Why, thanks for inviting me.” my mother said. Just then Chief Griswold joined us from his office. “Good morning, Phyllis. Nice to see you again.”

“Good morning, Chief.” my mother said. “I hope my son is not causing you too much trouble Bahçelievler Escort Bayan around here.” she added, glancing sideways at me. I had never before seen such a playful side to my mom. Some good changes had happened to her.

“Quite the opposite.” the chief said, his mustache quivering merrily as his eyes twinkled. “Quite the opposite. It’s time to go to the ceremony, shall we go?”

—————————–

The induction ceremony was over, with many pictures taken. Todd had come, wearing a suit and tie no less, and he was the sensation of every female member of the Town and County Police Force that was present… except Cindy Ross. Meanwhile, my team put me and my mother, and occasionally Todd, through a ringer of poses, since we were a mother-son duo wearing our dress police uniforms.

I endured it, then we went inside for the reception and refreshments in the main auditorium. I caught myself several times looking at my mother in her tight clingy skirt. Her ass looked great. I noticed a lot of other men throwing a few glances her way, also. Even at 58, my mom was a hottie.

I showed my mother around the police headquarters. Captain Charles, the captain of patrolmen, was as charming as I’d ever seen him before when I introduced him to my mom, and I suspected I might not see him that charming again without her around.

?We went into the MCD room, where Tanya was talking to Cindy and looking at a report that had just come over from the Crime Lab.

“What do we need a Crime Lab for, when we have Don?” Tanya asked. Then she saw me and my mom standing there. “You were right about the perfume. It was–” she named the brand.

My mom looked up at me immediately. “Son, that’s–” My glance at her in reply arrested her thought.

“Yes, Mom, it is. Elizabeth’s perfume.” I said. The others were looking at us, wondering if my mother needed to be hearing this.

“And before you ask, I still don’t know if it was her or not, but it could’ve been.” I said. By now my mother’s face had hardened. “What else do you have, Tanya?”?

“Uh, we can talk about it later.” she said, not being sure of my mom’s presence.

?

“You can say anything in front of our Police Auxiliary detective that you can say to me.” I told her. Tanya smiled, relieved, and everyone else got less tense.

“Have a seat, Mom.” I said. I was acting as if my mother being here was nothing but a Police Auxiliary volunteer being here, but inwardly I was totally conscious of her presence. My mom sat her lovely ass down in one of the chairs as Perlman began her report.

“Time of death: indeterminate. The M.E. says it was before midnight, but he’s curiously vague about it. Said it could have been minutes to hours before we found it.”

She switched papers and continued, “Okay, here’s the autopsy report: the third stab wound cut the aorta and was the cause of death, so says the M.E. Not the decapitation.” Tanya said. My mother showed no squeamishness at all, but curious interest as Tanya continued “The M.E. thinks Kurchikov saw his attacker, was stabbed, and fell backwards into the living room. The perp then turned him over and slit his throat.”

“No, he didn’t fall back, he deliberately went to the chess set. He then fell flat on his face and died.” I said. “I have really got to talk to the M.E. about that one.”

“Go for it. He hates being argued with.” Tanya warned. “Meanwhile, no fingerprints on the murder weapon, which we found in the kitchen trash can. You never looked there, Don, what distracted you?”

“Gotta leave you guys something to do.” I said, but Tanya was right, I had missed that… and I suspected thoughts of the perfume had distracted me.

“Did find other fingerprints around the place, especially at the card table, on the ash trays, some DNA on the cigarettes, but that’ll take time to process. As in days to weeks. One thing, though…. neighbors said that there had been an argument in that apartment earlier that night, around 8:15, and two patrolmen came by to calm it down. No arrests made.”

“Who were the officers?”

“Don’t know.”?

“Hugh, check the logs.”

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At noon, the chief told me to take a long lunch with my mom. We went to the Soup and Sandwich place to the north of Town with the back patio on the lake, which was Laura’s favorite lunch spot. Mom liked it, too.

“Okay, Mom.” I said after we had ordered. “Tell me about joining the Auxiliary and your moving here, since you obviously are moving here.”

“Obviously… if I’m going to be in the Auxiliary, it would be best if I did move here.” Mom said, not the least fazed at my observation and deduction. I nodded.

She continued “I also want to be here with my family. Speaking of family, how is Todd doing with his new family?”

“Good.” I said. “How much do you know about Michael Burke and Elizabeth?” ??

“I didn’t know, but I wasn’t surprised.” Mom said. “Michael Burke did a lot of business Escort Bahçelievler in Apple Grove during those years. I never really knew him, but Elizabeth was so wild that I’m sure it wasn’t hard for them to meet.

“And if my observations are correct, he was just the type of man that would’ve bedded your sister. He’s not a moral man at all… but now he’s Todd’s father, I guess. We always thought that quarterback boy that you saw her with knocked her up, but I guess that wasn’t the case. How did YOU know to look for that, by the way?”

“Mannerisms.” I replied. “They not only had a physical resemblance in their faces and bodies, but I realized when I saw Mr. Burke at a reception that his movements and mannerisms were a lot like Todd’s.”

“I see.” Mom said. “And how is Melina doing? Is the baby coming along well?

“Yes… uh Mom, there’s something I need to tell you.” I said. The food came, and we waited until we were served and eating a few bites before I continued. “Mom, Melina and I are getting a divorce.”

“Yes, I know.” Mom said. “What you don’t know, because I insisted that you not be told until I could tell you in person today, is that Laura and I have bought Melina’s house from her. I’m going to live there, and Laura believes you and she may have to live there eventually, especially after she has your second child.” It was obvious that Mom’s vision was steps ahead of everyone else’s, but I wondered if I could surprise her with one thing:

“Do you also know about Melina’s baby?” I asked. “That I’m not the father?” This time, my mother looked blank. “Todd is the father of Melina’s baby, Mom. It’ll be your great-grandchild, not grandchild. Laura’s baby is mine, of course.”

“Ohhh…” Mom said, her voice trailing off. “That I did not know…” It was a few minutes later and I had eaten half my meal when she asked, somewhat incredulously, “Are Todd and Melina going to get married?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think so.” I said. “I have no idea what Melina is going to do. Do you know where she’s going to live?”

“For now, in Laura’s condo.” Mom said. “She’s still working for Laura. I enjoyed a nice day with them a few days ago when I got into town. They told me everything… except about the father of Melina’s baby…”

She recovered, then added, “They also told me of the excellent police work you have been doing, and of course…” her eyes turned to me, mischievous, “they told me all about the ‘Iron Crowbar’. I never knew you could be so… violent. Sounds like you have been making friends and influencing people, son.” My mom’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she said it.

“Heh. So when are you moving down?” I asked.

“That’s in progress now.”

Part 6 – Leads and Misdeeds

I returned from lunch feeling very good. Mom had gone to meet Melina at her gym. Words cannot express how pleased I was to see Tanya Perlman in the MCD room. Not because of her lovely figure, though that brought back a recent and very pleasant memory, but due to the book she was examining: it was a book of chess openings.

“Good lunch with your mom?” Tanya asked as I came up. “When is she moving down?”

“Great lunch.” I said. “And she’s already bought a house. Melina’s, of all places. And how did you know she’s moving down?”

Tanya grinned evilly at me. “You’re not the only detective around here, mister. Anyone with bigger brains than a Betta fish or Steven Ikea can figure out that your mother would only join the Police Auxiliary, and go through the Academy course to boot, if she was moving down.

“Besides that,” Tanya continued, “observant people realize that Laura is having her first baby, which is yours, and Melina will be having her baby, so your mom is coming down to help.”

Tanya then whispered conspiratorially “That’s what grandmothers do.”

“You’re right. Okay, did Hugh get anything in the logs about the earlier police call to that location?”

“He looked, but ran into something. Myron is downstairs working on it. It looks like the logs were tampered with. I.A. is on it, too, and agreed to let Myron try to recover the data for us in exchange for helping them find whoever messed with the logs.”

?”Myron is becoming a negotiator. That’s good.” I said. “I’d sure love to promote him to I.T. Supervisor.”

“When you get promoted?” Tanya asked, her sideways glance at me maliciously teasing.

“Yep. It’s a done deal.” I said. “If not to Lieutenant, then to MCD Supervisor.”

“Ooooh, you’ll be my boss.” Tanya said. “And that means I’ll be fucking the boss. That gets me hot!”

“And who said that I would be your boss?” I asked, my smile firm and set.

“Don’t go there.” Tanya said shortly, and more seriously.

“You deserve it. They need you.”

“I’d rather be here, working with you and the team.”

“You will be, more than you realize.” I said.

————————–

“This is what I have, so far.” Myron said, sitting at my desk in my IT office. Daniel Allgood sat next to him. “The logs are backed up every hour at the top of the hour. These logs were scrubbed before the backup could take place. Someone was right on top of it. The call came in at 8:10pm, and the contents scrubbed around 8:40pm. A police car was sent to respond to the call, but there is no police report. It wasn’t scrubbed; it was never filed.”

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Daisey: Daddy’s Whore Ch. 01

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Daisey heard the front door open and quickly looked at the clock hung on the wall opposite her bed. It read half past 9, which meant that her dad was home from work. Smiling, Daisey sat up from her curled position on her bed. She didn’t like being home on her own and couldn’t wait to give her dad a hug.

She picked up her school skirt from the bedroom floor and pulled it over her tiny, cotton g-string. She stood up and smoothed the pleated black fabric down and straightened the hem which had been rolled up four times and secured with a safety pin for school. Daisey liked to follow the trend in school – the shorter the skirt, the more attention you got from boys.

She then moved over to her pink chest of drawers and pulled out a tight white tank top, and pulled it over her large-cupped push up bra. Now that she was dressed, Daisey checked her appearance in the mirror above her desk. Her eyeliner had smudged underneath her eyes, so she quickly licked one index finger and smoothed out the smudges. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but she couldn’t be bothered to re-apply her foundation so she simply filled her plump lips in with a creamy lip balm. Daisey ran her fingers through her straightened, high-lighted blonde hair and was then satisfied with her appearance. She thought she looked a bit tired, but at least she didn’t look as though she’d been having sex all day instead of being in school.

Daisey walked outside her room and nimbly ran down the stairs. She wanted to say hello to her dad, and maybe stay up late with him and watch dvds like they usually did when her mum worked night shifts. But when Daisey entered the living room, her dad was not there. She poked her head around the kitchen door, but he wasn’t there either. Daisey scrumpled her pretty face up in puzzlement. She could have sworn she’d heard the front door open. Sighing, Daisey walked back to the hallway and opened the front door – sure enough, her dad’s black BMW was parked in the steep driveway, still desperate for a clean. Daisey giggled as she noticed the phrases “unloved car” and “clean me” were illuminated on the front bonnet by the security light outside the front door.

Daisey decided that her dad must have gone straight upstairs to his bedroom, or maybe to the bathroom. She gently jogged up the stairs, her bare feet lightly tapping the cold, wooden steps. As the bathroom door was wide open, Daisey approached her dad’s bedroom door and rapped her knuckles on the wood twice. Without waiting for a reply, Daisey pushed the door open and stepped inside. She stood, a little shocked, her eyes widening at the sight infront of her. Daisey’s dad, Paul, was laying on his bed, still dressed in his pinstriped work suit, with his hand gripping his hard, thick cock protruding from his trousers, stroking and pumping it feverently.

“Daisey!” He gasped, but softly as he stopped. Daisey swallowed hard.

“Uh, sorry, Daddy…” she started, stepping backwards a little. Her eyes were fixed to the size of his cock, it easily exceeded 10 inches. Paul quickly stuffed his cock back into his trousers, struggling to do the zipper up.

“It’s ok, Daise. What do you want?” Paul asked calmly as his cock strained for release against the dark material.

“I just wanted to say hello and find out how your day has been,” Daisey muttered, now looking at the floor, strands of her blonde hair falling infront of her face.

“Well come here then!” Paul smiled, still lying on the bed in the same position, but holding out his arm. Daisey’s face lit up and she held onto his hand and skipped over his body to lay down next to her dad on the bed. Paul wrapped his arm around her and his little daughter snuggled into his armpit.

They were both silent for a few moments. Daisey was a little embarrassed about walking in on her dad like that, but she just didn’t expect to see him masturbating. Daisey replayed the image in her mind, noting how calm her dad had seemed – he hadn’t jumped up or shouted at her, and he didn’t even tuck his cock away instantly either. Paul, however, wasn’t embarrassed at all, although he was a little glad that his huge bulge was beginning to go down, more out of comfort than anything else. He was a relaxed and laid-back man who thought nothing of his eighteen year old daughter walking in on him when he was enjoying stroking his huge cock.

After a few moments of what felt like an Beşiktaş Escort awkward silence to her, Daisey piped up.

“Why were you doing that, daddy?” Paul smiled at how innocent and sweet his girl sounded.

“I’ve had a hard day a work, baby. It helps me to relieve my stress,” Paul replied, turning his head to look at her and kissing the top of her crown.

Dasiey nodded and appeared satisfied by this answer.

“So does mummy tickle her pussy when she’s had a hard day at work?”

Paul paused for a second, a little surprised by the abruptness of the question. But then he decided that his daughter was just a but naive and curious – she was only eighteen after all.

“Yes, baby. Mummy likes to tickle her pussy and put her fingers inside her hole. Sometimes she even puts her fingers in her ass at the same time,” Paul said gently, as though it was the most natural thing for a man of 45 to say to his daughter.

Daisey sat up a little and looked down at her dad. Her expression was that of curiosity and complete innocence, mingled with a little surprise.

“Mummy’s ass?” she said, giggling slightly.

“Yes, girl. Your mummy really enjoys it. Have you ever done that?” Paul asked, lowering his voice a bit, his heart beating a bit faster as his daughter blushed profusely, shaking her head. It was true, Daisey had never even thought about it, let alone actually finger her ass. She knew her best friend, Chloe, had done anal with her older boyfriend a few times, but the thought never really occurred to her about doing it herself.

Paul grinned, “It’s ok girl, it’s quite enjoyable for a woman. Maybe you could try it when you’ve had a hard day at school. Do you tickle your pussy to relieve your stress?”

“I, um. Sometimes?” Daisey blushed even more, clearly embarrassed. Paul was beginning to enjoy the conversation he was having with his impressionable young daughter.

There was something sexy about how innocent she looked, teamed with how sexually curious she appeared. Paul let himself look down at Daisey’s tits, her cleavage spilling out of her tank top. Paul had been watching and admiring how her tits rapidly grew over the past couple of years. He had been surprised to hear that she was now a DD, despite her being slim and of a petite build. A DD did look disproportionate on her body, but Paul thought that look was overly slutty – and he liked his women to look like and act like sluts.

Paul grabbed his daughter and pulled her ontop of him, wrapping his arms around his little girl. She smiled at her dad, wiggling into a comfy position laying ontop of him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. Girls are supposed to touch themselves. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It feels really good!” she giggled. Paul laughed and began stroking the ball of her back.

“That’s my girl. Don’t be ashamed of touching and tickling your pussy. You need to do it everyday now that you’re becoming a woman.” Daisey grinned to herself. She wasn’t innocent or ignorant, although she was a bit naive and impressionable. But she knew that girls didn’t have to masturbate everyday – what difference did it make how often you wanked? Daisey usually touched herself everyday anyway. She particularly liked the feel of grinding her bare pussy on a hard surface, and she liked being rough with her swollen clitoris. But she really liked it when a boy rubbed his solid cock over her soaking slit and on her stimulated clitoris, but she wasn’t going to admit that to her dad.

“Ok, daddy,” Daisey simply agreed. “Is it alright if I have a cuddle in here with you and sleep in your bed until mummy comes home from work?”

“Of course it is, my girl, but do daddy a favour and take my tie off and unbutton my shirt for me. It’s warm in here and I want to be comfortable with my favourite girl,” Paul kissed the forehead of his daughter as she sat up, straddling his semi-hard cock.

Daisey blew her dad a kiss as she undid his tie, throwing it to the floor. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and spread it open wide. Daisey wiggled off his cock and lowered herself to his bellybutton, kissing it quickly. She then lay back down on top of her daddy and rested her cheek on his tummy, bringing her arm up to rest besides his crotch.

“You’re such a good girl, do you know that?” Paul said, smiling, liking how close his young daughter was to his cock.

“I want to be your good girl, daddy!” Daisey replied, happily.

“Oh, that’s good then, baby. I’m still a bit stressed Beşiktaş Escort Bayan from work though, so give your daddy some kisses,” Paul poked Daisey in the sides, cheekily.

Daisey rose from Paul’s tummy and began to move up to kiss Paul on his cheek.

“No…” Paul began, grinning and pushing his daughter down. “Not up here, girl.”

Confused, Daisey sat up, once again straddling Paul’s stiffening cock.

“What, where?” she started, puzzled.

“Just down a bit, girl,” Paul said, his voice more stern than Daisey was used to.

Daisey wiggled down his body once again, her pleated skirt rising up her hips and above her ass, showing off the thin cotton line inbetween her rounded, petite ass cheeks.

Daisey gently kissed her dad’s bellybutton, and continued kissing all around the lower of his tummy. She teasingly let her tongue flick out and lick his skin. Goosebumps raised on Paul’s flesh – he tried his hardest not to moan out aloud. His daughter’s tongue and plump lips felt amazing on his skin. He put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed his little girl down a bit more.

“Is this nice, daddy? Is it relaxing you?” Daisey asked, grinning inside. She half knew what her daddy was playing up to and wiggled alot, making sure her daddy could feel her huge, heavy tits rubbing on his hardening bulge. She could feel it flicking and twitching below her.

“Oh, you good girl. Kiss daddy,” Paul moaned, without meaning to. But it was too late now, his massive cock was almost fully erect, and there was no way that his little girl wouldn’t notice. His teenaged, eighteen year old daughter grinned at this and risked slipping a hand up her skirt. She pressed her fingers to her sticky hole, pushing the cotton crotch of her thong inside her and began rubbing and stroking her slit.

“Daddy, why is your big cock hard again?” Daisey asked, knowing damn well that she was turning her dad on. Paul’s cock twitched hard at the sound of his daughter describing his cock as ‘big’. He knew he was massive, but to hear his daughter say it… mm.

“Because, baby, you’re being such a good girl and relaxing me,” Paul answered.

“Can I see it again?”

At this, Paul held his daughter’s shoulders and pulled her up where she sat up, ontop of his cock. Paul shook his head. It suddenly dawned on him how dangerous this little game was. He shouldn’t have his daughter in such a predicament. He couldn’t violate her, indulge in such a sick act – it would be incest, afterall and incest was illegal in his country. However, his cock was desperate for his daughter to play with it and suck it hard down her throat, and twitched and yearned for his girl. But he couldn’t! How much of an impact would it have on her life?! She was just turning into a young woman now, he just couldn’t mess up her life, turn her into a twisted, perverted whore.

“What, daddy?” Daisey looked annoyed, frustrated now. Her pussy was soaking, sitting ontop of the hardest piece of meat she had ever sat on.

“Mummy will be home soon and it’s not right for a daughter to see her daddy’s cock,” Paul explained, swallowing.

“Mummy won’t be home for another hour at least and I’ve already seen it!” Daisey pouted, her eyebrows knitting together.

“That was an accident, baby. Why do you want to see it again?”

“Because you’re so huge, daddy. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Please, daddy?” Daisey lay down on her dad, kissing his cheek a couple of times with fluttering, gently kisses. “I just want to see it.”

Paul sighed. Part of him wanted to push her down and order her to deepthroat all of his inches and to suck him hard and furiously, but the rational part of his brain knew that was wrong. Then he realised what his daughter has just said.

“The biggest you’ve ever seen? I hope you haven’t seen any cock!” Paul sounded angry, Daisey anxiously bit her lip.

“Um, I’ve seen a couple,” she gulped.

“A couple? What have you done?” Daisey grimaced. She didn’t know how to lie to her dad but didn’t want him to think of her as a slut. She wasn’t! She was eighteen after all, and it was completely legal.

“Just – just a couple of guys in my class. I’ve just given a couple of blowjobs and I had sex with Chloe’s boyfriend a few times, and I had sex with the boys at the skate park at a house party…” Daisey half-whispered, nervous now.

Shit.. Paul thought, my girl’s a whore!

“Baby, you fucked your best friend’s boyfriend?!” Paul looked Escort Beşiktaş smug, however shocked his voice sounded. His mind was already reeling, imagining his baby girl on her hands and knees, being pounded by that muscular 23 year old boyfriend of Chloe’s.

“She told me too! Chloe said that it was because I had big tits and was expected to have sex now I’m eighteen, so she wanted me to practise with Tim,” Daisey quickly attempted to justify herself. It made Paul laugh out.

“You dirty whore, get down and suck daddy’s cock – now,” Paul growled. Hell, if his little girl was already corrupted, a blowjob wasn’t going to do any harm. But it unnerved him how his daughter grinned at him, kissing him full and hard on the mouth before sliding down his body and hurriedly unzipping his trousers. Daisey skilfully released his cock and gasped as she held his full length in her petite hands.

“Daddy… you’re more than half the size of any man who’s had sex with me,” Daisey kissed the swollen head and flicked her tongue over it. She kissed it again and took it in her wet mouth, salivating over it as she sucked each inch down.

Paul moaned, bucking his hips up and grabbing handfuls of his daughter’s hair.

“Suck it harder, girl,” he ordered. Paul grinned to himself at his daughter’s choice of words. Maybe Daisey wasn’t as ignorant as she had first made out to Paul, but maybe she was still innocent and naive – the men had sex with Daisey, she didn’t fuck them. The image of her daughter being fucked forcefully by young men, curiously putting their cocks inside her pussy repeatedly and then telling their friends that Daisey would have sex with them really turned Paul on.

“Shit, yes, you little skank!” Paul groaned as Daisey began to deepthroat her dad, almost swallowing his cock whole. She was sloppy and a messy cocksucker, but Paul loved how her saliva dripped out of her mouth and covered his cock, mixed with his pre cum.

He suddenly sat up and pulled his daughter by her hair, laying her down and lying ontop of her head, forcing his cock deeper down her throat. His teenaged daughter coughed and spluttered, chocking on his cock. It felt amazing.

“You’re such a good girl, suck it!” Paul growled, sternly, noticing that his daughter had started fingering herself furiously underneath his skirt. He let his hands wander up her thigh. Godd, he could feel her goosebumps raised on her skin. Paul’s hand reached Daisey’s and he forcefully yanked it away. As his daughter spluttered and slurped up his cock, Paul felt his daughter’s pussy for the first time. She was soaking and the little piece of material that covered her hairless pussy was pushed up her tiny hole. He pulled it out of her and pushed his finger inside. She was so tight, minuscule, despite not being a virgin. Shit, he could pretend that she was a virgin with how tiny she was.

“Mmmf, Daddy!” Daisey groaned, pulling her mouth off his cock and licking up all her juices that soaked it.

“Oh, you little cocksucker,” Paul moaned, shaking his head in bemusement as he pulled up from his daughter. For a moment, she looked upset at her dad’s cock being taken from her.

“Look at this,” Paul said as he pulled her skirt up and snapped the thin g-string to take a closer look.

“You’re fucking tiny,” he sighed as he pushed a second finger in. Daisey bucked her hips and moaned in delight.

“I’m gonna have to stretch you,” Paul winked. “You’re mine now, girl. What do you think of that – being Daddy’s little whore to this giant cock, eh?” Paul held his cock out to Daisey. She dribbled a little and bit the tip of her tongue.

“What about mummy?” she asked, innocently. Paul laughed and pulled out his fingers to which he brought to her lips and smeared her juices on them.

“Suck,” he ordered, wanting his girl to taste how horny her daddy made her. “It’ll be our little secret. I’ll come and tuck you in each night and tickle your pussy as I’m doing so. You’ll have to be naked when your mummy is in work, or wearing clothes that I tell you to wear. You’re going to have to crawl around on the floor when mummy is out so that you’re ready to suck my cock whenever I want it. I’m warning you now girl – you wanted to be my good little girl, so you better live up to it.”

Daisey shivered; this was not what she had bargained for. She was a bit scared by how alien her dad sounded, she was scared by the implications of this.

“Um, daddy, are you going to have sex with me?” Daisey held her dad’s cock and pushed herself closer to it so that it’s thick head nuzzled her soaking, quivering clitoris.

“When I have you stretched enough to handle it,” Paul grinned. “And after you’ve done a few little errands for me.”

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Mistaken Identity Ch. 01

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“Come on Christina your going to be late,” I shouted to my daughter as it was nearing the time to leave.

“All right, all right, all right already,” Christina said as she came running into the kitchen dressed in her red and gray plaid skirt and white blouse.

I kissed my beautiful wife good bye as she ran out of the house and into the garage as she was almost late for work. I really wasn’t in the mood to go to work today but I figured that I would go because I would be bored at home all by myself.

“I’m ready daddy,” Christina said as she walked past me and out the side door.

Her shoulder length blond wavy hair sparkled in the early morning sunlight as I followed behind her. I opened the door to my Jeep and unlocked the passenger door. Christina jumped in and I started my Jeep.

“Did you study for your finals?” I asked as I pulled out of the drive way and accelerated down the street.

“Oh daddy, you know I always study,” Christina said as she crossed her legs.

“Only four more days till graduation,” I said as I noticed the slit in her skirt.

“I don’t even feel like going in today dad,” my daughter said as she began to bounce her foot.

“I know sweetie, I don’t want to go to work today either,” I said as I turned the corner, again noticing the high slit in her skirt.

I turned the radio on as I tried to turn my attention from my daughter’s leg to the song on the radio.

“I have an idea daddy,” Christina said.

“What’s that honey,” I said as I turned the radio down to hear what my daughter had to say.

“I’ll cut class and you cut work and we’ll go do something wild and crazy today,” Christina said as she smiled and looked into my eyes.

I couldn’t help but notice how much my lovely daughter developed. At eighteen she filled out nicely last year and she was beginning to look like a younger version of her mother. Her perfect smile and her perfectly strait teeth gave her one advantage over her mother. Her green eyes along with the eye liner she wore caused all the boys at school to drool over her. Even her breasts developed quite nicely as she has filled out to a 34C this year. I know that because I found one of her bra’s in the laundry once.

“That’s a nice idea sweetie but I don’t think so,” I said as I pulled in front of her school.

“Are you sure daddy?” Christina said with one last glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Go to school sweetie, it’s your last chance to remember your school before you go out into the real world,” I said as I watched her jump out of my jeep with a slight look of disappointment on her face.

I watched her walk up to the school door to make sure that she was in safely when I found myself slightly aroused. I shrugged it off to the lack of sex with my wife as she has been sick with the flu for the last week and a half.

I drove to work and parked my Jeep in the lot behind the building today instead of in the garage. I went in and sat down at my desk hoping that I would have something to do today besides being bored.

“Good morning Jacob,” Steve said as he passed my desk with a cup of fresh coffee in his hand.

“Good morning Steve,” I replied as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight.

The morning was slow and boring. I finished all of my menial tasks and had nothing left to do. I seemed to be staring at the clock wishing I was at home and bored when I got up and went down to the cafeteria to see what they had for lunch today.

“Same shit they have everyday,” I mumbled to myself as I turned around to go back to my desk.

Along the way I stopped at the coffee machine and poured myself a cup of coffee. I went back to my desk and sat down hoping that a few hours had passed. One look at the clock told me otherwise as it was only eleven thirty. As I sat there pondering what I wanted to do this weekend, something my daughter said to me this morning came to my mind.

“I’ll cut school and you can cut work today and we can go do something wild and crazy,” my daughter said to me right before she went to class.

A smile came across my face as I have never missed any work in my life, but today that streak was going to end. I put away my papers and walked into Steve’s office.

“Steve, I’m not feeling well, I’m going to take the rest of the day off,” I said as I produced a fake cough.

I was looked at with stern disapproval before Steve finally uttered “Oh all right go on get out of here.”

I went back to my office and picked up a couple of papers I needed before walking out into the parking lot. I was surprised by how warm it was as it was the second day of June. Looking up into the sky I noticed that there wasn’t a cloud in sight and that it was going to be a beautiful day.

I unlocked my Jeep and climbed in behind the wheel. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove down the road somehow managing to catch every red light. I turned the stereo on and listened Porno 64

to some country music in order to pass the time.

Along the way I couldn’t help but wonder what I would be doing when I got home. I knew there were a lot of things I needed to do but didn’t want to do. I finally turned down my street. I pulled up in front of my house and walked across the front yard to the porch. I opened the mail box and pulled the mail out and leafed through the pile of envelopes in search of bills. I unlocked the house and walked in.

I set the mail down on the coffee table in the living room and proceeded into the kitchen. I turned the faucet on and filled a glass up with water and downed it quickly.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I said as I set the glass down on the counter before turning around and slowly walking toward the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

As I slowly began to ascend the stairs I pulled at my tie around my neck. I pulled the one end through the knot and left it hanging around my neck. As I reached the top of the stairs something startled me.

Someone just walked into my bedroom and it looked like my wife. I heard the bedroom door close so I quickly and quietly tip toed up to my own bedroom. From the sight of my wife I knew she must have been feeling better as she was wearing her seven inch platform heels, the ones that are clear and completely open.

I listened through the door and I heard the sliding door that leads from my bedroom to the balcony open.

“Hmm,” I uttered quietly as I guessed that my wife was going out to sun tan.

I figured that I would surprise her and sneak up on her and seduce her since we haven’t done it in nearly two weeks. I was horny as hell and I needed to do something about it.

The curtain covering the sliding glass door was still closed but the slight breeze outside caused it to flutter. I quickly walked over to the sliding door, kicking my shoes off in the process. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I reached out and pulled the edge of the curtain back.

“Oh God,” I said to my self softly as I saw my wife standing on the balcony in her heels and only a blouse covering her back side.

I quickly unbuckled my pants and unbuttoned them before pulling my zipper down. I let my pants fall to the ground as I kicked them off to the side. The erection I had in my underwear was throbbing as I pulled my shirt off over my head. I tossed my shirt onto the bed and quickly dropped my underwear, causing my cock to spring up and stand at full attention.

I was shaking and breathing heavy as I reached out and pulled the edge of the curtain back. I saw my wife open her blouse and let it fall behind her and off of her arms until it fell to the ground.

“Oh my fucking God,” I said when I saw my wife was wearing a thong bikini as she stood facing away from me.

The dark blue material came out of the top of her ass and was tied at the sides and only two little loops hung down where they were tied. I watched my wife kick her heels off and drop to her knees as she laid face first on the towel on the ground.

I began to stroke my throbbing member as I peered up between my wife’s lovely legs. She laid with her legs parted slightly affording me an excellent view of her bikini covered mound. Her ass looked a little smaller as I figured she lost some weight from being sick recently.

I began to stroke my cock a little faster when I watched my wife reach up and untie her bikini top and pull the straps off to the sides. She leaned up a bit and pulled the material out from under her, giving me an incredible view of the sides of her lovely breasts.

I was surprised that my wife was being so risqué outside. I couldn’t ever remember her having such a nice golden tan before. I figured that maybe she was trying to surprise me by getting a tan, which is something she absolutely hates to do.

While I continued to lightly stroke my member while peering out the window I nearly choked when I watched my wife reach down by her hips and untie her thong. I felt pre cum begin to drip out of my cock as I watched my wife pull the thin blue strap down out of her ass. I couldn’t believe my wife was doing something so uninhibited, but I loved it.

Reaching behind her, my wife flipped the back strap of her thong down between her legs and left the rest of it laying under her. One gaze between my wife’s legs nearly caused me to cum when I saw how wet and aroused she was.

I continued to stroke my member as I peered out at my unsuspecting wife. Her body looked so soft and supple yet tight and young. I wanted to cum so badly but I knew that if I went out onto the balcony my wife would become embarrassed and throw the towel around her.

I continued to stare at every part of my wife from her toes to her hair. She looked so inviting laying there naked on the floor of the balcony. I was still amazed by my wife’s brazen behavior as she never before has Konulu Porno been nude outdoors. At least that I know of.

I quickly let go of the curtain and went to the side of our bed and lit the candles on both sides. I ran down to the kitchen with my cock bouncing back and forth with each step and filled up a small plastic container with ice cubes. I grabbed a bottle of champagne and ran back up to my room.

I set the container of ice down and as quietly as possible opened the bottle of champagne. I had two wine glasses in our room so I poured each one full. I set the bottle down on the night stand and quietly went back to the window.

I pulled the curtain back just enough to peer out and I was startled when I saw my wife sitting up and facing away from me while she tied her bikini bottom. Next she stepped into her sexy heels and bent down to pick up her top. I nearly blew my load when she bent over and showed me her dripping wet cunt!

I knew my wife was about to walk through the door. I couldn’t figure out what had gotten into her today. I took a couple of steps back and turned around so I was facing away from my lovely wife when she came through the door.

My breathing became rampant when I heard the clicking sound of her heels. I held my hands down at my sides as I knew my wife was walking through the sliding door as I heard the curtain rustle. I waited for her to gasp as I was standing completely naked. I could hear her walking across the carpeting toward me. My heart was racing as I knew she was standing right behind me.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned as I felt her soft fingers touch my naked back.

I began to tremble at the thought of this afternoon affair with my wife. Slowly my wife slid her finger nails up my spine and then down my sides before sliding around to my stomach. I felt her lean into me as her naked breasts pressed into my back. Her nipples pressed into my flesh as she slowly slid her hands up my stomach and then over my chest.

“Oh baby,” I moaned as her fingers paused at my nipples, lightly squeezing them, then scraping them with her nails.

I was surprised that my wife had long enough nails as I gazed down at her long slender fingers.

“My god, my wife got her nails done,” I thought to myself as I watched her continue to scrape my nipples with the tips of her nails.

Again I gasped when my wife slid one hand up my neck and the other down my stomach. My wife’s soft fingers slid across my cheeks before she slid one finger in past my parted lips. I clamped my lips around my wife’s finger and began to suck on it just as she wrapped her soft fingers around my cock.

“Oh that’s it daddy, suck my finger.”

Immediately I stopped sucking on the finger that was in my mouth. My eyes shot wide open. I jumped completely around.

“Christina,” I shouted!

“What are you doing?” I yelled as I reached for my shirt to cover up my throbbing erection.

“Shhhhhh,” she said as she took another step toward me.

“Stop it,” I yelled as I realized that the shirt I was covering myself with wasn’t even covering my member.

“Shhhhh…daddy,” Christina said as she continued to walk toward me.

The look of lust in my daughter’s eyes was evident as her eyes were half closed. Her breasts looked magnificent as they jiggled slightly as she walked up to me again.

“Christina stop it and go to your room,” I shouted as for some reason I still stood before her with a raging erection.

“It’s OK daddy,” my daughter said as she leaned in and kissed me ever so softly on my lips.

I tried to resist as I held my mouth motionless while she began to kiss my lips. The feel of her soft sexy mouth gently kissing and biting at my lips felt incredible. I felt my daughter lean in even closer as her nipples grazed my chest. I still tried to resist but when Christina wrapped her fingers around my cock I lost nearly all self control.

“Baby this is wrong,” I said weakly as she leaned into me, smashing her young ripe breasts into my chest.

“It’s all right daddy,” my daughter said as she looked deeply into my eyes before returning her mouth to my now trembling lips.

Ever so lovingly I felt my daughter begin to stroke my cock as she slipped her tongue past my lips and into my mouth. Suddenly I found myself moaning into my daughter’s mouth as I kissed passionately back at her.

As we continued to kiss I felt Christina slowly begin to drop to her knees. Her luscious lips slipped from my mouth down to my neck. I couldn’t believe my daughter was this wild as I felt her slide her tongue down my neck and across my chest.

Looking down I was amazed at how Christina placed her lips over my nipple and began to suck. When she bit my nipple I couldn’t help but to moan.

“Oh God Christina,” I moaned as she began to kiss and lick her way down my stomach. I felt her head slide lower and suddenly I felt my cock hit her chin. Porno İndir

“Oh baby stop,” I pleaded as I tried to step back but couldn’t because I was against the side of the bed.

I stared down into her eyes as she looked back up at me with my cock in her hand.

“Baby stop before we do something we both will regret,” I mumbled as I watched her hold my cock while she slid her face up and down the length of my member.

Christina looked up into my eyes as she slowly began to lick up and down the entire length of my cock. Our eye contact never broke as she slid her tongue up to the tip of my cock before opening her mouth and accepting my member.

“Oh God,” I cried out as I instinctively reached down and held her head.

Her golden blonde hair was so soft as I looked over to the vanity and watched her in the mirror as her head began to slide up and down. I have never been so turned on in my life like I was right now. I knew I was dripping pre cum into my daughter’s mouth while she continued to suck on my throbbing cock.

I felt my balls beginning to tingle as my heart rate was through the roof. I could feel this impending orgasm welling up from deep inside. Looking down I watched as my baby reached behind me and cupped my ass as she continued to suck on my cock.

“Oh baby your gonna make daddy cum,” I said as I started to tremble.

Christina continued to look up into my eyes while she gave me the most incredible blow job of my life. Looking into her lust filled eyes sent me over the edge as I felt my nuts begin to spasm.

“Oh baby here it comes” I moaned as I began to grunt and thrust my hips.

I held my daughter’s head as I began to fuck her mouth with all my might. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of my daughter’s mouth was surreal. When I felt my cock slide down my daughter’s throat until her face touched my groin, I began to cum. I felt my cum race up my shaft and shoot out into her mouth. I don’t know if she ever gave head before but I knew one thing. She swallowed!

“Ughhhhh,” I grunted over and over as I felt my daughter’s mouth become slipperier and slipperier from my cum.

The look in her eyes told me she had done this before. She continued to suck on my cock as she smiled at me after I finished cumming.

Slowly Christina stood up. She reached for the two wine glasses and picked them up, handing me one of them. Before I could take a drink she clanked our glasses together and wrapped her arm around mine. We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes as we drank our champagne until the glasses were empty.

Christina took the glasses and set them down on the night stand. She turned me around and then she sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching out she took my trembling hands and guided me down to my knees between her spread open legs.

Looking up at my daughter I knew there was no stopping this. I dropped to my knees and took her ankle in my hand. I lifted her leg and slipped the sexy platform off of her foot. Those shoes make her look so incredibly hot. I lifted her foot to my face as I gazed into my daughter’s eyes. I began kissing each toe one at a time as I continued to look into Christina’s eyes.

“Oh daddy,” Christina moaned as she leaned back onto her elbows and watched me.

I slid my tongue across the tops of her long slender toes and back again until her big toe was at pursed between my lips.

“Go ahead daddy, it’s OK,” my daughter moaned as she began to breathe heavily.

Still looking up into my daughter’s eyes I slowly pulled her big toe into my mouth.

“Oh God daddy yeah,” Christina moaned as she threw her head back.

I began to slide my mouth up and down her big toe several times before making my way to her other toes. Looking up between her legs I could see the wet spot in her blue thong as she sat before me with her legs parted. I continued to suck and tongue each and every toe before finally slipping her platform back onto her foot.

I placed my lips on my daughter’s sexy ankle and slowly traced my lips and tongue up her leg toward her knee. The heavy breathing and moaning coming from my daughter indicated that I was pushing all the right buttons. I began to kiss her thigh’s using my lips and tongue to practically suck on her soft golden skin. As I continued to kiss her thigh’s, I inched closer to her thong covered cunt.

“Mmmmmm, daddyyyyyy,” Christina moaned softly as I slid my tongue closer to her thong covered labia.

I could see the dark wet spot between her thigh’s as she spread her legs apart a little farther. I figured it was now or never so I placed my lips on the wet spot of her panties.

“Oh dad,” Christina moaned as I could feel her swollen pussy on my lips through her wet sticky thong.

Just then my daughter pushed herself up and reached down and grabbed a hold of my wrists. Slowly, Christina pulled me up until her breasts were right in front of my face. I could feel my daughter breathing on my face as she continued to guide my hands up to her golden globes. My hands began to tremble as my fingers were about to touch my daughter’s soft breasts.

“It’s OK daddy,” Christina whispered to me as she looked down into my eyes.

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